Abducted by Arrangement
Part 3 – London HQ
The limo arrived exactly on time. As he approached the passenger door opened and out stepped an attractive brunette in black leather boots, glossy tan tights, black leather mini skirt, long black leather coat, black lycra top, black leather driving gloves and sunglasses.
“Good morning Robert, my name is Estelle, I’m the Company chauffeur”.
She shook his hand, opened the rear door, waited until he was comfortably seated then closed the door.
He was alone in the rear of the limo. The driver’s door closed then Estelle’s voice came over the intercom.
“There is champagne in the fridge Robert, please help yourself. Also feel free to use the cd player or radio. My orders are to take you to HQ, eta eleven fifteen.”
The limo glided away. He looked nervously out of the tinted windows.
There was no further conversation on the way to HQ. The landmarks passed by : Big Ben, Parliament, the palace. The limo made its’ way to the financial district, not far from his office and stopped outside a fairly inauspicious office building. Estelle got out of the limo, walked round to the kerbside rear door and opened it.
“This is HQ Robert”
He slid along the leather seat and got out of the car.
“Go in through the main door, Sasha at reception will be expecting you”
“Thanks Estelle”
“You’re welcome sir”
He took a deep breath and walked towards the large oak double doors. The brass plaque at the buzzer read “CK Entertainment Ltd”. He pressed the button.
“Come in Robert”
The electronic lock clicked and the door opened slightly. He looked around to see Estelle standing by the white limo, smiling. He pushed the door open and entered. The door clicked behind him as he looked around the reception area. The young lady swung around in her swivel chair to face him.
“Hello Robert, my name is Sasha. Welcome to Class Kidnaps HQ. Please take a seat.”
She was early twenties, long black hair, very pretty, dressed in black leather T bar high heels, glossy black tights, short grey skirt, white satin blouse and black leather gloves that disappeared under the mid arm length satin sleeves. He looked around to see a white leather sofa next to her desk. He crossed the laminate floor and sat down.
“Someone will be down shortly to attend to you. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Yes please, some water would be great”. He looked around as Sasha rose and went to the water cooler. Across from him was a beautiful dark haired young lady dressed in black satin corset top, black pvc mini, black fishnets, long black satin gloves and high heels. As they smiled at each other, she seemed as nervous as him.
Sasha’s heels clicked on the floor as she returned with his water. She smiled warmly as he took it from her. The unmistakeable scent of Angel perfume filled the air.
“Robert, this is Andrea, one of our captives. She’s here for an interview, possibly for your team. Today is her Bondage Test. We tie her up and gag her in our cells for eight hours, to make sure she can take it. Not everyone is cut out to be a captive you know. She has worked for us in our Rome office, but we insist on interviewing all employees personally. Perhaps you’ll be able to pop in on her later.” Sasha exclaimed matter of factly, as if Andrea was here for a typing test.
Andrea smiled. The thought of seeing this gorgeous young lady bound and gagged seemed incredulous, yet inside these oak doors it was perfectly normal. As Sasha returned to her chair he felt it only polite to strike up a conversation.
“So Rome, how did you end up working there?”
“I am from Milan. I am languages student at university. I heard about Class Kidnaps in Rome at a fetish club. They ask me to go for interview, I go. I apply to be a Kidnapper but without any experience they say no, I must be captive first. I like being tied up and money is fantastic so I take 3 months out from course and work with the Company at a villa in Tuscany. I enjoy very much so came here. In London Monique say I must be captive again here first before I can be Kidnapper. I take a year off this time, money very good. She tells me a project begins soon, I think it is you who is client. So I am here as captive. I passed my Intelligence Test yesterday, today is bondage.”
“Intelligence test?” he enquired.
Sasha answered, “Every employee, Kidnapper or captive, must sit an Intelligence test and a bondage test. The Kidnapper ties up a captive for her test, the captive gets tied up. A lot of our clients are extremely wealthy, intelligent men. They require to have intelligent ladies surrounding them. Twelve months is a long time with no stimulating conversation.”
“Makes sense, how do you do it?” he asked.
“All our employees must either have a degree or be enrolled on a degree course. Here, they sit a general exam, English, maths, general knowledge, and a psychometric test. I’m sure you’ll see the exam room when you go on your tour.”
“Tour?” asked Robert.
“Yes, all our clients have a tour of HQ. We have the general office space, boardroom, exam rooms, the cells in the basement, stores, wardrobes, meeting rooms. It’s quite big actually, like a Tardis.”
At that point a door to his left opened and in walked a beautiful dark haired woman dressed in black high heel court shoes, sheer black nylons, tight black leather skirt, white satin blouse and long black leather gloves. She held a black riding crop menacingly in one hand.
“Hi Sasha, I’m here for Andrea” said the lady in a husky, sexy voice, English accent, private education. Andrea stood and smiled nervously.
“Andrea, this is Victoria, our Chief Bondage Director,” announced Sasha. The two ladies smiled and shook hands.
“Victoria, this is Robert, our new client. He’s here for his induction”
Robert stood to attention and held his hand out, ready for hers. Instead she held her gloved hand at chest height for him to kiss. He did so, caressing the soft leather with one hand, and softly brushing the gloved hand with his lips.
“So this is Rachel’s new client. She did well. Welcome Robert, I’m sure you will enjoy your stay with us. I am the Chief Bondage Director. I train all our Kidnappers and captives in the art of bondage and gagging. I hear one thing you like is to be hand gagged with leather gloves. We have several ladies specialised in this art. Perhaps later you could show me what you like.” He smiled, not knowing what to say. He prayed his erection was not noticeable. Victoria turned her attention to Sasha and Andrea, picking up some sheets from the desk.
“What have we here then”, she mused while reading, “captive for three months in Tuscany….interesting….Chief Kidnapper was Donatella….good….endurance bondage will not be a problem then…..wants to be a Kidnapper. Ok Andrea, let’s get you down to the cells and tie you up. Have to cuff you here though, company policy. Only Kidnappers are allowed into the cells without shackles.” She smiled at Robert as she said this, no doubt noticing the look of fear in his face.
Sasha went into a drawer in her desk and handed some handcuffs to Victoria, who quickly cuffed Andrea’s wrists behind her. Next was a leather collar and leash fastened around her neck, followed by a leather gag which was buckled tightly behind her head. Lastly a pair of ankle cuffs were fastened around her fishnet clad legs.
“Ok Andrea, let’s go. Be careful when we
get to the stairs” Victoria said cheerily. She led Andrea by the leash, the two
of them heading for the door. Andrea looked at him before she disappeared, a
smile around her eyes.
Sasha could tell from his expression he was amazed.
“Don’t worry Robert, you’ll get used to some unusual sights in here. Bound and gagged girls are not uncommon. I was a captive myself for a while, but when the chance to work in HQ came up I grabbed it. One day I hope to be like Victoria, a bondage director. First of all you have to become a bondage supervisor, I’m taking my exams for that next month.” She said proudly.
“What does that involve?”
“I’ve been sitting in on bondage tests for about three months now, and been on a few working trips to Kidnap Castles. You know, where other clients are held. Basically I would stay for a week and watch the Kidnappers, how they bind and gag the client and their captives. They would let me tie up a few of the girls a couple of times. There’s a lot to learn you know. First of all if any of the captives escape from your bondage you get severely reprimanded, so you have to tie them up really tightly. We have to learn to use rope, chains, handcuffs, silk scarves, and tights and stockings. Quite a few of our clients have nylon fetishes and want to be tied up and gagged with tights and stockings. I’m not allowed to tie up a client though, only certified Kidnappers can do that. During my last project visit I set a new Company record. I used 43 pairs of tights to tie up and gag one of the captives! Poor girl, I knew her from my captive days, Karen. She couldn’t move a muscle! Another thing we have to learn is how to gag properly. It is quite difficult to really gag someone, to stop them making anything other than a quiet mmmppphhh. The trick is to stuff their mouth with something, then keep the stuffing in place with tape or scarves or something. Look, I’ll show you”.
She opened a drawer and produced a few pairs of glossy tan tights. She rolled one pair into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, then tied another pair around her head and over her mouth, knotting them tightly behind her head. She took a third pair and pulled them over her head.
“Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh” she tried to speak. He could almost make out what she was trying to say, it sounded like “this isn’t a very good gag because I can still speak.” He nodded. She removed the nylon hood, untied the knots and removed the hose from her mouth. Taking a drink of water, she laughed,
“See, you could still understand me, couldn’t you? I’m not very good with gags. I used seven pairs of tan opaques to gag Karen and she could still make a noise. I practise on my flatmate, Sarah, think she’s getting fed up with me wanting to tie her up and gag her all the time though. Sorry, I’m talking too much aren’t I?” she giggled, putting the hosiery back into the drawer, “Are you nervous?”
“Very. Never been so nervous in all my life”
“Don’t worry, every client is like that. It’s a huge step, leaving behind family and work for a year. But every single client resigns with us for another kidnap, so we must be doing something right” she smiled.
The telephone rang.
“Good morning, CK Entertainment, how may I help you?” She listened for a few seconds.
“Of course Veronica, I’ll put you through to buying” She pressed a few buttons on the telephone and replaced the received.
“Chief Kidnapper at Worcester. Needs more elbow length leather gloves, apparently her client has developed quite a thing for them. Do you like gloves Robert?”
“Yes”
She smoothed the leather gloves on both hands as he replied.
“Most of our clients do. So do all of the girls, they make you feel very ladylike and sophisticated. They’re also great for attention seeking. It’s amazing the amount of heads that turn, male and female, when you ease on a tight pair of long leather gloves in a bar or restaurant. Company policy, all Kidnappers must be gloved at all times.”
The door opened. In walked a tall lady all in black leather. Knee high stiletto heeled boots, glossy black tights, black leather mini dress and tight above the elbow black leather gloves.
She had light brown shoulder length hair, dark eyes and pale skin.
“Hello Robert, my name is Isabella, I’m the Headquarters administrator.”
She smiled warmly and held her gloved hand out for him to kiss.
“I will show you around Headquarters, let you see what we do here. Then I’ll take you to the Client Liaison Officer, Charlotte, for your interrogation.”
“Interrogation?”
“Don’t worry, just a little in house joke. It’s just a form to be filled in, your likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. Right, let’s get on shall we? Sasha, a pair of cuffs please.”
Sasha reached into a drawer and produced a pair of handcuffs.
“Turn round please Robert, hands behind your back. All non employees have to be restrained beyond that door.”
He turned around and felt her smooth leather hands place the cuffs around his wrists and snap them closed.
“Ankle cuffs please Sasha”.
He watched silently as Isabella snapped the manacles around his ankles, the length of chain connecting them allowing no more than a half step.
“Sasha, pass me a leather gag please”.
Sasha reached into a different drawer and pulled out a black leather ballgag and handed it to Isabella.
“It’s not company policy to gag you at this point, but I’ll have to gag when we go downstairs.”
Sasha smiled as Isabella’s leather clad hands took his arm and led him towards the door. She opened it and they went through to a long corridor with several doors leading off it. Her stiletto heels clicked on the laminate floor and the white walls accentuated the black leather dress and gloves, the leather gag dangling from one hand. They walked slowly, the ankle cuffs shortening his steps.
“Ok Robert, we are now inside Headquarters. There are three floors. This floor is mainly offices and meeting rooms. Upstairs are the directors offices and the Boardroom. Downstairs we have the cells, interrogation rooms and stores. Here we have the Control Room. They stopped at the first door. It looked like a normal office with three ladies sitting at computers, white curtains pulled across the windows. They were dressed in business suits, high heels and glossy nylons. All three wore tight black leather unlined gloves, 8 inches long.
“This is Pamela, Fiona and Serena. They do all the administration for the Kidnap Castles. They pay all the bills, order the food, deal with property leases and cars. Ladies, this is Robert, our new client.”
The three girls turned around and greeted him. They were all very beautiful, early twenties.
“Next up is the buying department.” She took his arm and guided him out of the Control Room, along the corridor and into the next office.
Again it was a normal office with computers, desks and chairs.
“No one here. Oh well, they must be in a meeting. The buying department is Anastacia and Christina. You’ll meet them later. They buy all the clothing for the clients, Kidnappers, Captives and Employees. Also they deal with furniture and dungeon equipment, racks and the like. They continued along the corridor, Isabella’s leather gloved hand clutching his arm. As they approached the next room, the door opened and out stepped a blonde lady dressed similarly to Isabella : knee high black leather boots, glossy black nylons, black leather dress and long black leather gloves.
“Hi Isabella” said the stranger.
“Hello Christina. Robert, this is Christina, one of our buyers.”
Christina held out her tight sheathed black leather hand, which he kissed softly.
“Pleased to meet you Robert. I’ll sit down with you later, we’ll discuss your requirements.”
“Who have you got in there?” asked Isabella.
“A sales rep from Aristoc. I’m doing a deal for their new sheer gloss range. Had to gag her while I go to the loo. Must dash” she smiled as walked past them. Isabella allowed Robert a glance inside the meeting room as they continued. The room contained a desk with two chairs. On one of the chairs was a young dark haired lady in a skirt and blouse, shiny flesh coloured tights and high heels, tightly bound with white rope at the ankles and knees, her arms bound behind her. Several strips of white tape covered her mouth. She looked at him pleadingly, then saw he too was restrained, both of them captives of these leather clad ladies.
“Further along here we have the Logistics director, Kerry. She handles transporting all the Kidnappers and captives around the country. She also looks after the franchises and any trips our clients want to make. Do you want to visit a franchise?”
“I would love to go to Japan”
“We have a franchise based in Tokyo. I’ve never been but the other girls tell me it’s a great experience. Ms Ngaya runs the Tokyo office. She worked here for a while, lovely woman. Kerry’s not in at the moment, out arranging a trip with Abduction Airlines. One of our clients is visiting a project in the US, Atlanta I think. Next up is my office, then we have Charlotte’s office. And that’s the ground floor finished. Any questions?”
“No”
“No what?”
“No Isabella?”
“That’s better. Any more insolence and this gag will be in your mouth in a shot. Is that what you want, do you want me to gag you?” She held up the black leather gag menacingly. “I’ll have to gag you before you go downstairs anyway, the cells are sound proofed but we keep noise to a minimum just in case, don’t want the prisoners to know what’s happening, do we?” she smiled.
“We’ll see upstairs later. Not much to see up there anyway, just offices. Down here is where we keep all the fun”.
She guided him towards a set of double doors, which they entered then began to go down a flight of stairs slowly, the cuffs biting into his flesh.
“Down here are the cells, interrogation rooms and stores. The cells are where we keep anyone we require to be out of the way for a while, like your secretary. They’re quite comfortable with chairs and beds. At the moment I think we’ve got five prisoners.”
They reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a set of double doors with a coded lock.
“Have to gag you now Robert, sorry. Open up”
As he opened his mouth she pushed the black leather gag in firmly, then turned him around and buckled the strap behind his head tightly. He was now handcuffed and gagged and at the mercy of a beautiful leather clad lady. His erection twitched. She covered his eyes with a leather gloved hand as she punched in the security code, then guided him firmly through the doors.
As Isabella said, this is when the fun really started….
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