## Petra and an Old Friend (F/F)

Post by LordNelson » Mon Jul 14, 2014 2:54 pm

When Petra returned to work after running a few errands on her lunch break a co-worker informed her that a head hunter had been in. Petra fancifully imagined a wild grass skirted native with war paint on his face, a spear in his hands and a bone through his nose. Of course she knew that what her co-worker meant was that it was a corporate head hunter.
A local employment agency had sent out scouts to recruit new hires for potential customers. These scouts were commonly known as head hunters. When Petra got to her desk a flyer had been left behind giving the address of a web site where she could register. Many of the enticements listed in the pamphlet sounded good.
She investigated the site and after looking it over decided to fill out an application. After listing her various job skills and experience she hit the submit button. Now all she had to do was wait for a reply. It could be days or months or never. Prospective employers would look for suitable people to fill their vacancies and if they could offer an appropriate financial incentive they would lure them away from their current employers.
Petra was happy with her job but she had heard that sometimes outrageous sums of money and perks were offered in order to entice people to leave the security of a job they already have. She was always open to the idea of more money.
To her surprise when she got home that evening she already had a message from the agency. They were wondering when she would be available for a “complete compatibility analysis”. It seemed to be a silly way of saying interview. Petra replied that any day early next week would be fine. Within minutes she received another message giving her an address to report to at 8:00AM Monday morning.
All weekend Petra alternated between excitement and nervousness at the thought of Monday’s meeting. The message contained no details in regards to the job or the skills required.
Monday morning was a panic. Without knowing what sort of job it was she had no way to know what sort of outfit was appropriate to wear. She decided to be conservative and opted for a matching blue blazer over a white blouse and a slightly above the knee skirt. Sheer nude tights and a pair of black pumps with sensibly low two inch heels made her look professional and intelligent and yet somehow also sexy. It was the look she was going for.
When she arrived at the building she took the elevator to the third floor and looked for the door marked Ramo Employment Services. She entered. The office was quite nice, everything looked new. Six big comfortable looking chairs sat empty in the waiting area; she was the only one there so far.
The Administrative Assistant (known as a secretary to us older folks) sat behind a big desk. She was quite beautiful with long dark hair, big brown eyes and dark skin. She was obviously hired for her looks. Petra handed her the email she had printed out. She went to take a seat but before she even reached it the Admin said ‘Come this way.’
Petra followed her into another room where there was just a small table and two chairs. The Admin sat in one and motioned to Petra to sit in the other.
‘The job you are here for is with a food supply company that I am not at liberty to name until you have been hired. Your resume does not list any previous related employment but we feel that you do have the skills required. Before we go any further with the interview there is one test that you must pass first in order to get the job. It is required that all employees be in perfect health and a complete medical examination will have to be Administered before continuing with the hiring process.’
Petra had no objections to an examination, she felt her health was good, and so she consented. Expecting to be sent to a doctor she stood up and asked ‘Just tell me where and when the appointment is and I’ll be there.’
The Admin told her ‘Follow me.’ She led Petra back into the front office and then through a door on the opposite side. It was a medical examination room. ‘We take care of the entire process right here on site. Please step behind the screen, remove all of your clothes, put on a robe and then take a seat.’
The Admin walked out leaving Petra alone. She thought it was a little odd to have to completely strip but there was a hospital gown hanging from a hook so she removed her clothes and put it on. She sat on the exam table and took a look around. There was a small hospital cart on wheels covered with various items. It had rolls of gauze, spools of white medical tape in various widths, scissors and other assorted supplies. To Petra it seemed like the sort of things you would use for first aid, not for an exam. Before she could give it further thought the door opened up.
The Admin came in but now she was wearing a white lab coat. ‘I’ll be conducting the first tests’ she said. This just kept getting stranger and Petra was beginning to wonder if all this trouble was worth it. She decided to put up with it a bit longer.
‘First of all we have to determine how sensitive your sense of smell is. The ability to detect faint aromas is critical in the food industry.’ The Admin picked up a small vial. ‘When I place this under your nose I want you to inhale deeply.’ She held it close to Petra’s nose and pulled the stopper out. Petra took a deep breath.
The sour smell made her nose burn and her eyes began to water. The room began to spin and go out of focus. She felt her body going limp. She was conscious but barely.
The Admin put the stopper back in the vial and put it down. She walked around behind Petra who was barely managing to sit up. She tugged at the ties of the gown and undid them. Then she came back around and pulled it off completely. Petra sat totally naked but in her delirium was unaware of it.
The Admin pushed Petra onto her side, lifted her legs and then rolled her face down on the table. Petra didn’t feel the cold vinyl against her bare breasts. She didn’t feel her arms being pulled around behind her back. She didn’t feel the sticky white tape as it was wrapped around her wrists. She didn’t feel her elbows being roughly pulled together and more tape being applied to hold them there.
Next her ankles were similarly restrained and then above and below her knees. As the Admin finished her taping the fog in Petra’s head began to lift. The room was no longer rocking like a boat in stormy seas and her eyes were less blurry. She still wasn’t aware that she had been securely bound.
She turned her head towards the Admin and in a shaky voice that could barely be heard she asked ‘What is happening?’
‘Don’t worry dear, you’re just having a mild allergic reaction, I’ll have you fixed up in just a minute.’
Petra tried to sit up and couldn’t. She still had no idea she was bound and was beginning to think that she was paralyzed. The thought scared her. She began to panic. Some of the effects of the drug were beginning to wear off and Petra was able to speak more clearly and more loudly. She began to ask the Admin what was happening to her.
‘You must have plenty of questions’ she said ‘and I know just how to answer them.’ She picked up a roll of gauze bandage from the tray and shoved it into Petra’s mouth. Then she took a second roll and began to wrap it around Petra’s head covering her mouth. She applied layer after layer overlapping them until Petra was covered from her nose to her chin. She then added a layer of tape to hold the gauze in place.
She rolled Petra onto her back. Mentally Petra was aware of what was happening but physically she was still helpless; her arms and legs were not responding. The Admin then reached under the cover of the examination table and pulled out some wide nylon straps. She placed one across Petra’s chest just below her breasts, another over top of her thighs and a third across her ankles. They fit quite tightly and fastened with Velcro.
As the feeling returned to Petra’s limbs she began to struggle but it was useless; between the tape and the straps she was securely bound. She looked up at her captor with eyes that said “why?”
The Admin left the room but returned immediately with a tall man dressed like a doctor with a surgical mask over his nose and mouth. He stood over Petra for a moment while the Admin rolled the cart over to him. He picked up a felt tip marker and made a dotted line down the center of her body from the strap below her breasts to her pubic hair. Then he made another line from hip to hip. The lines crossed at her navel.
Petra felt the moist tip of the marker as it scribed the lines across her and it tickled a little but she was in no mood to laugh; she was terrified. She had heard of unscrupulous doctors who illegally harvested organs for rich clients. Could she have fallen victim to an organ ring? Or worse yet maybe he was just a psycho who liked to carve up women for his own twisted sexual pleasure.
He put down the marker and picked up a shiny thin instrument. As he held it up and turned it the light glistened off of it and she could see that it was a scalpel. He placed it on the line at her hip. Then he hesitated. Then he moved to her pubic patch. Then he moved back to the hip again. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind where to start.
Petra was freaking out but unable to move even a fraction of an inch. Her body trembled each time he approached with the scalpel. He finally touched it lightly to her hip. A spasm of terror shot through Petra’s body as she braced for the incision. He pushed hard and drew it across. Nothing happened.
He burst into laughter and so did the Admin. He held up the scalpel for Petra to see. He bent it in half. It was a rubber toy from a child’s doctor’s kit. As relieved as Petra was she couldn’t stop shaking. He removed his mask. It was Omar.
Standing over her roaring hysterically was the man she had enjoyed a passionate affair with for a month; the man that she had gotten arrested and deported for kidnapping women and selling them into sexual slavery. Somehow he had returned to England. When he was able to catch his breath and settle down he told her his story.
‘My dear Petra; I was quite disappointed when you turned me in to the police. I thought we had a good relationship but looking back on it I can see why you did it. The fate of all those women that I was kidnapping must have been a burden on your mind. The pleasure we enjoyed together could only displace the guilt of being an accomplice for so long. I hope that your actions have put your mind at ease.’
‘Having me deported was the best thing that could have happened to me. As you know Egypt is in serious political turmoil. My plane landed there when the hostilities were at their peak. The authorities had much more urgent matters to attend to than the crimes of a man committed in another land. I was met at the airport by an officer who only stayed long enough to remove my handcuffs and set me free.’
‘Since then I have reestablished my business in Canada and not made the mistake of falling in love with another victim as I did with you. I was planning to return home with my latest acquisitions when I decided to stop by and pay you a visit.’
‘Please forgive the theatrics but my dear uncle is quite an accomplished actor and I have always wanted to do a bit of acting myself so I arranged all of this for your benefit. This is Anouke, my daughter, and co-star in my little production.’ He turned to her and said ‘you can go now. Go to the airport and make sure that we have the tickets for our flight. I’ll meet you there in an hour.’
Anouke left and he turned to Petra. ‘What are we to do with you now?’ he said. ‘There was a time when I would have gladly used a real scalpel on you but I am over that now. I see my short but pleasant time with you as a chapter of my life that is now closed. I came here only to scare the hell out of you to satisfy my sense of revenge and to say goodbye to satisfy my need to part with you on better terms.’
He walked around to her feet. ‘You are trembling’ he observed ‘are you still afraid of me?’ He caressed a foot in each hand. ‘How I have missed these’ he said ‘how I have longed for one more hour of pleasure with them.’ He took gentle hold of them and began to stroke his fingertips softly across the top of her foot. His probing fingers worked their magic. His hands worked back to her heels, across her arches and up to her toes. Each movement sent a shiver through Petra, each tender touch made her want to moan with pleasure.
For what seemed like many long minutes he was the old Omar she had known, the tender seducer. Then without warning he tightly grasped a foot in each hand and began to squeeze. Petra could feel the bones being pressed together and the pain increasing. His grip was unrelenting as he crushed her feet.
‘These beautiful feet were my downfall’ he spat out in an angry tone ‘I should have shipped you off as I had planned. If I had you would be someone else’s problem now in a place far away from here.'
He shifted his hold to her toes. He began to push his fingers between them forcing them apart until they ached. Petra wanted to curse him, she wanted to beg him for mercy and she wanted cry in pain. But even without the gag she wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of hearing her do any of it.
As he moved from toe to toe torturing each in turn Petra couldn’t help but begin to whimper. As he released one the warm feeling felt good as the circulation returned but then the agony started again as he applied pressure to the next one. He methodically tormented each one until all ten were done. Petra was in tears.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ornate glass bottle. He pulled out the stopper and poured some of the thick contents into the palm of his hand. He put down the bottle and rubbed his palms together. ‘I have had my revenge, now it is time to bid you a fond farewell.’
‘It is well known the world over that the best foot lotions are the ancient balms created in Egypt centuries ago. I was saving a vial of it for a special occasion but you had me arrested before I could use it. Maybe if I had used it sooner we would still be together but that is irrelevant now.’
He began to message her feet. The tight feeling in her stomach that lingered from her session of total terror started to ease. As he worked his nimble fingers between her toes applying the soothing cream the last of the trembling stopped and gave way to a warm feeling that radiated up from her feet and across her whole body.
His palms worked the soothing lotion into her arches and around her heels. Her flesh that once had goose bumps of terror now had goose bumps of ecstasy as he did his magic. Bound motionless as she was she could not physically release the sexual energy that was building up inside of her.
When she finally reached climax there were no outward signs from her restrained body other than her closed eyes and a gentle moan but internally she exploded. The eruption started at her feet and swept upwards until it enveloped her brain in waves of passion.
Her body went limp. Omar smiled at her. ‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you like this for a while; I need to make my escape. Have no fear; there will be someone along to rescue you.’
He picked up the vial from the table. ‘I don’t want you to hurt yourself struggling so I am going to give you another sniff before I go. The effects won’t last long.’ Omar waved it under her nose and then left. Petra was already half asleep after coming down from the intensity of his farewell performance. The fumes rapidly found their way to her imagination.
As she slumbered, bound to the table, her dreams came to vivid life. She could see herself entering the office. Behind the desk sat a tall black man. She squinted to see him through the fog that blurred her eyes. He stood and approached her. His muscular chest was bare except for a few streaks of paint. He wore a grass skirt and carried a spear. He was a head hunter!
Petra had no fear as he approached and led her into the examination room. There was no table in this room. In the center stood a tall tree. He tied her to the trunk of it. He began to dance around her stamping his bare feet on the floor and waving his arms.
The slapping of his feet as they landed heavily beat out a primitive sensual rhythm. He would pause for a moment at a time and swing the spear wildly slicing her garments but not leaving as much as a scratch on her skin. He continued to dance and cut away her clothes until she was naked.
He ran his rough fingers over her body while chanting in an aboriginal tongue. Petra was quite excited. His hands started at the top and were working their way down exploring every inch of her body. He proceeded slowly and deliberately taking pleasure with every twitch and wiggle that his attentions brought out of Petra. He was in no hurry but Petra knew that eventually he would be at her feet. She could only imagine what he might do to them.
As he waited in line to board the plane to Egypt Omar sent Petra`s friend Penelope a message. Using Petra`s phone he texted Penelope the address of the agency and asked her to go there as soon as possible. Then he gave the phone to a security guard and asked him to turn it in at the lost & found.
Penelope found the building and proceeded in. A quick search found the examination room. Penelope ran to Petra`s rescue and ungagged her immediately. Petra, still delirious, said `Why couldn`t you wait ten more minutes, he was just getting to my feet?’