Secret Agent Emma Captured

I'm not just your usual sixteen-year old girl. For about two months now I had been working as an undercover agent, tracking a notorious drug syndicate's underground movements. It seemed, however, that I was exposed sooner than I thought.

It happened one Sunday evening, when I was walking down a stretch of deserted road. A white van pulled up alongside me, and as I turned towards the sound of the van, I was grabbed by two men who seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Strong hands clamped around my mouth as I tried to scream, and I was forced into the back of the van, where I was blindfolded and my hands tied hastily behind my back. They then pulled a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

After a long ride in the van, I was roughly pushed out and frog-marched up a flight of stairs. Lastly I was pushed into a chair, and as they wound rope around my waist and legs, securing me to the chair, I wondered what was going to happen.

It became apparent I was in the hands of the syndicate, and they knew I was spying on them. Still blindfolded, I was interrogated for a long, long time, but I did not tell them anything. After a while, I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and pulled open none too gently. At the same time, marauding hands felt under my mini-skirt, and I felt my panties being pulled down, exposing my most private area.

It looked like I was going to be sexually tortured... I had a sudden mental image of myself at gymnastics class, clad in a black leotard, being held down by two or three girlfriends, who would force open my legs in a crude form of 'flexibility training'. They would then reach under my leotard, touching me between the legs, increasing their intensity until I came or until the coach returned...

I was jolted back to reality by a crotch-rope running along my vagina... As it was pulled tight, causing me to wriggle, I felt my breasts being fondled. A scratchy piece of wire was placed on each of my nipples, and taped in place. Lastly, I felt something being shoved against my vagina, and crudely taped against it.

Then without warning, electricity coursed through my breasts. I gasped, and as the vibrator against my pussy went off, I felt as though my whole body was being electrocuted.

It was certainly much better than fooling around during gymnastics... They kept me wriggling and screaming for a long time. I eventually had an orgasm, but they did not stop.

After my third or fourth orgasm, my torture was interrupted by someone bursting in. After some hurried conversation, it sounded like the whole party left the room hastily and noisily.

All of a sudden, I was alone, bound helplessly to a chair with torture devices working me. I suddenly had an idea of escaping. I wriggled even more, trying to weaken my crotch-rope with my fluids. The vibrator buzzed against the rope, slowly but surely weakening it. After more long, agonizing struggling, the rope broke.

I bucked, my whole body thrashing about, trying desperately to loosen the rope binding me, before my captors came back... Slowly, bit by bit, I was able to move my arms... I fantasized about being abducted from the pool in my bikini and held hostage by aliens with long tentacles which wrapped themselves around my body... Finally, with one great effort, I managed to throw the rope off my arms.

Working furiously, I threw the vibrator off me, tore the wires from my breasts, and untied my legs. Free at last, I stood up and adjusted my clothing, pulling up my panties, which immediately got soaked.

Being a spy is fun... being captured and tortured is even more fun. I got lucky this time, maybe I won't next time.