Wolf's Clothing Ch. 03byToughLiberalism©
Alice's mouth was still stuffed by her panties and they forced her cheeks to bulge in a way which was slightly reminiscent of a hamster. Her lips were parted by the silk scarf which was tied around her head, holding the gag in place. Uncomfortable though the packing must have been, Campbell was glad to keep Alice silenced. The gag was the only thing preventing her from revealing his secret.
But The Postman evidently had other ideas. 'This one's different from the others,' the man announced. 'They were just pointless bimbos, but she probably knows all sorts of information. She might be able to give us something useful before we send her away. Take the gag out and we'll see what she's got to say for herself.'
Campbell toyed with the idea of trying to persuade The Postman to keep Alice gagged, considering giving the reason that interrogating her would delay her departure. But since Campbell actually wanted to keep her on the ground for as long as possible, he decided to go along with his superior's instructions for now, praying that Alice would keep his secret. Steeling himself to overpower The Postman should she give his cover away, Campbell reached behind Alice's head to untie the scarf, then threw it on the floor alongside her clothes.
Alice's mouth was slightly open and Campbell could see the white fabric of her panties inside. He saw her moving her jaws, trying to expel the garment. He gave her a helping hand by reaching between her lips, taking a corner of the panties between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulling. Little by little, the gag emerged, until the sodden panties dangled limply from Campbell's hand and Alice's mouth was empty.
Campbell dropped the wet panties onto the growing pile of clothes and held his breath, waiting for Alice to make the fateful announcement about his true occupation. He watched her close her mouth and open it again once or twice, clearly trying to get rid of the stiffness caused by the gag. Then she pursed her lips as if she was about to speak, and he knew that the moment of truth had arrived.
But it never came. Instead of speaking, Alice drew her head back and suddenly jerked it forwards, spitting hard as she did so and hitting Campbell full in the face with her saliva. In truth it was a paltry amount, because the panties had left her mouth dry. Even so, it was an impressive gesture of defiance, and he knew it was the least he deserved from her.
Campbell stepped aside to wipe his face and The Postman took his place in front of Alice, grinning as he did so. Campbell couldn't remember seeing the man smile before. 'She's got some spirit, I see,' The Postman chuckled. 'That will make her all the more enjoyable to break.'
With that, The Postman seized Alice by the shoulders, span her around and pushed her down into the seat which he had recently vacated. He attached the safety buckle around her waist, pulling it very tight to hold her firmly in place, then grabbed her bound hands and pulled them above her head, holding them at the top of the seat as he moved behind her.
'Rope!' The Postman barked at Campbell, who duly handed him another length from his collection. The Postman attached it to Alice's wrists, then tied it to something at the back of her chair, pulling it uncomfortably tight as he did so, yanking her arms up and back over the chair so that she was stretched out in her seat. 'Now do her ankles,' he ordered. Campbell took more rope and knelt at Alice's feet to comply. He tied a loop around each ankle, then parted her knees at the front of the chair. Pushing each of her legs back around the side of the seat, he attached her ankles tightly to the chair's supports where they connected with the plane's floor.
Alice was now naked, splayed and completely vulnerable to the two men. Campbell stood and turned to The Postman, only to find that his boss still had the knife he had taken from Campbell earlier and that he had flicked it open once again. The man was almost unrecognisably different from his normal, businesslike self. It was as if a demon had taken hold of him on coming into contact with the new captive.
The Postman pushed Campbell aside and stood threateningly over Alice, brandishing the knife. 'What do you know about our organisation, bitch?' he asked her, his voice full of hatred. 'Tell me now, or I'll make you suffer!'
Alice's eyes went wide in fear, but she said nothing in response to the question. The Postman lowered the knife to her breasts and teased one of her nipples with the point, running it gently around her bud, then moving the knife into her cleavage. He ran it down between her breasts, over the length of her stomach, through her bush and stopped when it rested between her legs. He made this movement gently, careful not to nick the skin or draw any blood, but Campbell had no doubt that the man would be willing to inflict pain and that he might even enjoy doing so. It appeared that he had inadvertently found the elusive stimulus which really got The Postman going. Torturing prisoners was evidently the man's thing.
The Postman turned the blade so that it touched Alice's sex. Her legs were helplessly pulled apart as a result of the way Campbell had bound her, and she could do nothing to make the threat go away. 'Last chance, you little whore!' The Postman hissed at her. 'Tell me what you know or I'll make that pussy of yours a lot wider.'
To Campbell, the silence which followed might have lasted for a thousand years. He was in no doubt whatsoever that Alice was in imminent danger of being slit apart from the crotch upwards. The Postman's fury had clearly got the better of his business acumen. Campbell knew he had to do something to prevent disaster, regardless of the consequences. Otherwise Alice was going to be cut to ribbons.
Suddenly all three of them acted at once. The Postman tensed his arm as if to slash upwards, Alice opened her mouth as if to speak, and Campbell stepped forward and grabbed The Postman's knife hand. 'Stop that now!' Campbell shouted, pulling the man's arm away from Alice and jerking him around to face him. The Postman initially tried to bring the knife up, but Campbell's greater strength was too much for him. Instead he dropped the knife and relaxed. It was just as well for him that he did so, since Campbell had resolved to snap his sinewy neck if it meant saving Alice.
The Postman quickly recovered his composure. 'You're right, of course,' he said to Campbell in a cold voice, his eyes suggesting that he thought Campbell was anything but right. 'She'd be worthless to her owner if I damaged that body. You stopped me just in time. Sit down and we'll talk about what comes next.'
Leaving Alice bound to her chair, her breathing heavy from the terror she had just experienced, the two men sat down in the seats opposite her to discuss her fate. It was The Postman who spoke first. 'Our client wants her trained for him,' he began. 'Because she's such a sensitive piece of cargo, we're going to do it outside the country. We keep a suitable place abroad, where there's a friendly regime which doesn't ask any questions.'
'So she's leaving tonight?' Campbell asked.
'Naturally. We want her away before anyone starts looking for her. She'll be missed at work first thing in the morning.'
'Will she be going alone?' Campbell asked again, facing up to the fact that he was likely to lose her forever.
The Postman's answer caused Campbell's heart to leap with unexpected hope. 'No. That's where you come in. As the team leader who took her, it's your privilege to train her. We'll send you with her. You'll be leaving straight away.'
Campbell wanted to shout for joy, but he worked hard to keep his voice calm. 'And how long will I stay with her?'
'As long as it takes,' The Postman replied. 'You'll be given further instructions once you're there. You'll understand that we won't be giving you any details of the location. Best to take precautions. Even if I trusted you, which I don't, it's best for her not to know. I'd hate for her to get a message to her contacts.' At this point he looked pointedly towards Alice, who was sitting just a few feet away, listening to every word they said.
'I understand,' Campbell replied, happy simply to be remaining in contact with Alice for now.
'Now, there are a few rules you need to follow,' The Postman continued. 'You can't just do what you like with her. The first rule concerns pain. You need to increase her tolerance for it. God knows she'll be taking enough over the next few months. But you must avoid leaving permanent marks on her body.'
As he mentioned pain, The Postman turned and smiled directly at Alice. Campbell noticed this unpleasant interaction, but was distracted by the realisation that he himself was more than a little turned on by the idea of inflicting pain on Alice. However, he didn't have time to dwell on the thought, because The Postman quickly moved on with his instructions.
'The second rule is to do with which of her holes you can use. Her new owner has stipulated that her hot little mouth is yours to use as you like. He has also generously allowed you access to her cunt, although he insists you use protection if you do so. He doesn't want her catching anything from you, least of all a full belly. Her butt, however, is for him alone. He wants it nice and tight the first time he takes her up the arse. I hear he likes to make the girls scream with the pain. You can put other things inside it - plugs, beads, whatever you want, really. Just not your cock, you understand?'
'Of course,' Campbell agreed, still grateful for the stay of execution. He glanced at Alice, who was listening with an expression of mute horror etched on her face at the frank and explicit way the two men were conversing about her forthcoming abuse.
The Postman then stood up and called one of the other team members, who were still waiting outside the plane. 'Get rid of those things and burn them,' he instructed, gesturing towards the pile of Alice's clothes on the floor. 'She won't be needing them again.' When the man had departed with the garments, The Postman turned once more to Campbell. 'Make sure you follow those rules and don't take any liberties with her,' he said quietly. 'We have eyes everywhere and I'd hate to think about what would happen to you if you overstepped the mark.' So saying, he turned on his heel and left the plane, casting a final triumphant look at Alice as he did so.
The pilot then emerged from the cabin and sealed the door shut, before nodding in Campbell's direction and returning to the cockpit, closing the door behind him. Campbell sat next to the bound Alice and fastened his seatbelt. Almost immediately the plane taxied out of the hangar onto the tarmac of the airfield, and within minutes they were leaving the runway behind them and nosing their way into the sky.
As they climbed, Campbell considered his options. He could go into the cockpit and try to overpower the pilot, but he had no idea how to fly a plane. That left him with the alternative of threatening the pilot and forcing him to land somewhere safe, before alerting the authorities. But he rejected this option as well, because his professional instincts kicked in and told him that he could not abandon the mission without even capturing The Postman. He still had not come into contact with the top man and he did not think his superiors would thank him for handing them nothing but a pilot as the result of six months of undercover work. His only option was to play along and wait it out.
Once the plane had levelled off, Campbell opened a bottle of water which was on a tray next to him. He put it to Alice's lips, allowing her to drink greedily. She managed surprisingly well in her restrained position, only losing a few drops down her exposed cleavage. Campbell finished off what she didn't want, then shared out some food which had been left on the same tray. He had to feed her like a small child, but they were both so hungry that the meal was gone in no time. Once they had eaten, Campbell decided that the time had come to talk to her. They had said nothing since the plane had taken off. He was aware that there might be bugs on board, allowing unseen listeners to hear what he said, but he gambled on the jet engines drowning out his voice.
Leaning slightly in Alice's direction, Campbell spoke in a barely audible whisper. 'This isn't what it looks like,' he began, falteringly. 'I didn't betray you. They chose you as a target and I didn't have the chance to warn you. Going along with the plan was the only way to keep you close to me.'
Even to himself it sounded pathetic, and he saw from the look in Alice's eyes that she was unimpressed. 'I worked that out when we were still in the back of the van, you bloody great fool!' she retorted. 'What sort of an idiot would I have to be to think that you'd choose me as a victim? I'm the only one who could give away all your secrets! You'd have to be mad to do that!'
Campbell made no attempt at replying, but just stared at her, open-mouthed in admiration at her instincts and sound reasoning under intense stress.
Alice continued in an angry tone. 'Stop gawking at me! You chose to stay under cover and go ahead with the mission, so now you'll have to act the part. You heard what the man said about what he expects you to do to me. For all we know the pilot might be watching us on a camera hidden in here. He's going to have some awkward questions if he sees you behaving like a shy teenager asking a girl for his first kiss. Start putting on more of a show!'
Understanding dawned in Campbell's mind of exactly what Alice was telling him to do. She was right, of course. If he was going to maintain the charade he would have to play his role convincingly, and the next few scenes were going to demand an unlikely double act from the two of them. He didn't like the idea of the pilot watching, but they needed to put on a good performance in case. He wondered admiringly how Alice could show so much resolution when she was stripped naked and tied to her seat.
Alice didn't allow him much thinking time, however. 'Enough moping!' she continued, her voice softening slightly. 'This is going to be a lot tougher on me than it is on you. You're just supposed to enjoy the spoils of war. Wasn't that what he said? Better start behaving like a man. Do your worst and make it look convincing!'
'You've asked for it,' he replied, looking directly into her eyes for a moment, before standing up and moving behind Alice's chair. He untied the rope which The Postman had used to attach her arms to the back of the seat, but left her wrists bound together. Then he released her ankles from the chair supports, allowing her to bring her legs together in front of her once again. Reaching for her breasts, he took hold of one nipple, teasing it between his thumb and forefinger, just as he remembered doing months before. Then he gave a firm tweak, drawing a sharp breath from his captive.
'That's more like it,' she said encouragingly. 'Let's take these bastards down!'
Becoming more enthusiastic by the second about the direction this mission was taking, Campbell gave Alice's other nipple the same treatment, making his grip a little harder this time. Then he leaned in close so that he could whisper in her ear. 'I seem to remember being told that your pretty mouth is mine to use as I please. Let's see if my memory of what you can do with it serves me correctly.'
With that he released Alice's safety harness, hauled his naked prisoner to her feet, took her place in the chair and span her around so that she was facing him. Then he pulled her downwards until she sank to her knees in front of him. His cock had already been stiffening at the prospect of treating her exactly like the captive she was, and the sight of her in such a submissive position, hands tied neatly in front of her, brought it fully to attention. He pulled down his flies and allowed his erection to spring up before her face, seeing from her expression that she was impressed by his enthusiasm for what was to come.
'Bigger than I remembered,' she muttered. 'Clearly somebody likes having me tied up.'
'I'm training you as a sex slave,' he replied. 'Your first lesson of the day is to learn not to talk. I hear most owners don't appreciate it. Let's give you something to keep your mouth busy.'
So saying he took a good handful of Alice's hair, gripping it close to the roots, so that her head was immobilised and completely under his control. Then he slid forwards in the chair, pushing his crotch towards the edge, and drew her head down and into his lap. He was careful to position his captive so that he slotted her parted lips directly onto his waiting cock, sliding her down his length until her face was fully impaled on him.
He held her for a moment in this compromising position, savouring the warm embrace of her mouth. It was the first time he had enjoyed anything other than his own hand around his cock since the last time they had been together, and he was going to make damned sure he made the best of it. This encounter was made particularly spicy by the sense of potential danger, coupled with Alice's enticing bondage.
After a few seconds he pulled her head back up so that her mouth withdrew to the tip of his cock, then he plunged her down fully again. The memories of her skills in this department were coming back to him. He had always been impressed by her lack of gag reflex and ability to breathe through her nose when she most needed to. The two things had been matched by her enthusiasm for pleasuring him, with the result that she had spent a good deal of time with a full mouth, in one position or another.
I'd almost forgotten how good you are at this,' he murmured to her. 'I've never met such a natural born cock sucker!'
Alice attempted to say something in protest, but her response was muffled by her large mouthful of cock. The result was that only an incomprehensible, high-pitched mumble emerged, but the vibrations caused by her efforts at speech gave Campbell a most pleasing sensation. He groaned with pleasure.
'I don't know why I didn't think of kidnapping you before,' he told her. 'I've got this on tap now.'
This time Alice did not attempt a response, but Campbell could feel from the gentle motion of her tongue around his shaft that she was embracing her submissive role. He repeated the up and down movements of her head on his cock a few times, before releasing his grip on her hair and telling her to keep going. She did so obediently, keeping her mouth as wet as possible and using her tongue to lavish attention on and around Campbell's sensitive tip. Before long he was groaning again and he could feel his orgasm approaching.
He was especially turned on by having her suck him whilst bound. There was something so dominant about having her go down on him with her hands tied that it made the blowjob all the more erotic. It seemed to be affecting Alice too, since her lips and tongue were showing a surprising level of enthusiasm, even by her own high standards.
At one point she brought her tied hands up to grip his shaft as she sucked at the tip, but he was having none of it. He knew it would give her more leverage and probably hasten his climax, but he preferred the dominance of forcing her to make him come with her mouth alone. Besides, he was more than happy to prolong the encounter. 'No handjobs!' he growled in her direction, and she dropped her arms once more, continuing to work away with her mouth.
He leaned back in the leather seat and looked down at the woman he had abducted from her home earlier that day. He was slightly disturbed by how much he was relishing the act of forcing himself on her, and he could appreciate what a turn-on it was for his colleagues to get to train their victims. He tried to convince himself that he was only aroused because Alice had consented beforehand, but he knew, deep down, that the beast within him wanted to force every attractive woman to her knees and subject her to his lusts, regardless of whether or not she was willing.