THE KIDNAPPING

He was very easy to spot at the coffee shop on the corner that morning. Not their regular type of target as he had a vulnerability that previous ones had lacked, leading them to think he would be easy prey. The two professional seductresses were about to take their places at his table, their manner as such that it didn’t seem like an ambush but pure flattery, but that’s how a honey trap works after all.

“Mind if we join you?” one of the mystery ladies said, as if he was going to turn down two assertive blondes in sunglasses and leather jackets who had caught him off guard as he was just enjoying a latte and reading the news on his phone. Agent Wildfire slid in opposite him while Agent Phoenix, sidled up next to him. It was game over already for him, so he might as well enjoy the last moments of flirtation and small talk with the hottest women he’d ever had the chance to share a table with, and get some glimpses of their pouting lips and deep cleavages as he discussed the state of the traffic in central London with them.

It was fortuitous that the traffic wasn’t too bad that morning, as it allowed a mysterious van with blacked out windows to pull up just where their table was. All of a sudden, the lightly frivolous tone of the conversation turned somewhat darker as Agent Phoenix got close up and personal, and whispered menacingly into his ear, “Don’t call out or make any abrupt movements. Just do as we say and you will be safe.” She subtly took hold of his right arm, pulling him up to his feet, while Agent Wildfire seized his left. He looked around for sympathetic faces to understand his plight, but nobody was paying attention, so slick was the operation. He was almost paralysed by fear, and only just able to follow their instructions. “Now get in the van.” There was already a driver in place, their face unrecognisable due to a screen separating the front and back. He was flanked by the blonde Agents, and once inside with the door shut, a black opaque bag was put over his head.

“Where are you taking me?” he whimpered.

“Shut the fuck up,” Agent Wildfire demanded. “You can start talking once we reach the Loft.”

“Yeah, we’ll make sure you start talking there!”

Loft…talking…what..? These thoughts were whirring around his head but he remained silent on a car journey of which he was trying futilely to keep track the twists and turns. God only knows what these women would do to him if he didn’t follow their rules!

After twenty minutes of an extremely disorientating drive, he was frogmarched by the two agents out to an unidentifiable location, which might have been a warehouse, but there were no markings that might have given him any clue to where he was.

“Welcome to the Loft,” smirked Agent Wildfire. Once behind closed doors, things got even nastier. It was clear that the agents had been holding back from their darkest sides so not to cause a commotion outdoors. Now they could really have their wicked way with him. Agent Phoenix grabbed him and stripped him naked while Agent Wildfire bound him tightly to a chair with rope. Their strength surprised him, and he wasn’t stupid enough to make a dash for freedom. But after he was safely tied up, they did something that confounded his expectations. The agents began to perform an extremely sexy strip in from of him, inches from his face. He was mesmerised as, once as bare as he was, they started to pull on matching black skintight leather catsuits, leather caps and thigh length boots. His erection, propelled by fear as well as sexual thoughts, throbbed as he watched them move.

“Focus on our breasts, framed so beautifully by the leather,” Agent Phoenix purred, in seductive mode once again.

“Our breasts and our gorgeous butts,” Agent Wildfire said breathily, turning round for him to be drawn to her hypnotic curves. He could not help but go under as the agents voiced in unison, “3, 2, 1” then clicked their fingers. He was theirs.

He could not clearly remember what happened while in that deep trance, he could just recall sultry whispers rather than actual words. But it didn’t really matter as those words were embedded deeply in his unconscious mind, ready to be of use later. The next thing he knew he was kissing their leather-clad butts, sucking on their gloved fingers and licking their long, elegant boots.

“That’s the niceties all done with then,” barked Agent Wildfire, “Now we want information.”

“Information…what are you talking about?” Their victim was confused and drowsy from the hypnosis, let alone the subject matter.

The two Agents looked at each other and laughed. “We had an inkling that you’d play dumb,” Agent Phoenix said, so let me give you some facts. “We’re aware that you have travelled to a number of European cities recently: Berlin, Helsinki, Paris, Madrid and Copenhagen.”

“That’s right, I do a reasonable amount of business travel with my job in the financial sector,” their beleaguered captive uttered. That earned him a huge leather-gloved slap and the lesson not to speak unless asked a question.

“Financial sector? Is that what you call it?” giggled Agent Wildfire.

“It just so conveniently happens that in each of those cities, on the precise date you were there, there was a significant robbery at one or more of the major art galleries there, with tens of millions of pounds of valuable works of art stolen. We strongly suspect a criminal organisation known as MODMEF is behind this. So tell us, Chris,” asked Phoenix, vocalising the word ‘Chris’ in such a sinister way, with the ‘s’ drawn out like a snake’s hiss, “what’s your connection with MODMEF?”

“I have no idea!” He was panicking now. “It must be a coincidence! I know nothing about any robbery or any criminal organisation!”

Before he knew it, two leather gloved hands were over his nose and mouth and pressing down hard. They seemed to be there an eternity until they came off. Red-faced, he gulped the air hard. The agents passed him between themselves, taking turns to grasp his face in their hands, so that all he could do was smell and taste the leather, and pray for his next breath.

The Agents were disappointed though. They thought he’d have cracked by now. Time to try another method on him. This involved him face-up and exposed on a sling, ankles in stirrups. He could sense what was coming, as the two agent disappeared then reemerged wearing sizeable strap-on cocks, harnessed to their waists.

“If you won’t admit to the truth, we’ll fuck it out of you,” announced Agent Wildfire. But no amount of pegging or spit roasting would make their closemouthed captive confess. It didn’t matter though. The two Agents clearly enjoyed filling his holes and were having a great time using his mouth and ass. But once his mouth was empty, still no confession.

“I would hate to think you enjoyed your holes being ruined by both of us,” sneered Agent Phoenix. “Let’s get him into the bag, Agent Wildfire.”

He was propelled from the sling into an extremely tight latex bag, which accommodated his entire body from neck to toes. However, his head did not escape the latex as a separate hood was put on him. Before he was laid down flat on the floor, he was made to drink a yellowish liquid from a glass that the Agents laughingly called “truth serum”. But it was clear by now that his truth was not the truth that the Agents wanted to hear.

Agent Wildfire mounted his face, pressing her firm, juicy ass into him while Agent Phoenix found an opening in the bag to seize hold of his cock. They were going to get this confession out of him somehow, so it might as well be done using all their strength, sexual prowess and feminine wiles. Agent Phoenix began to masturbate him, at a frustratingly steady pace that brought no relief whatsoever, all the while with Wildfire grinding down on his face.

“If you want to cum, you’d better confess!” urged Agent Phoenix.

“Yes, or you may end up with deprived of air and orgasms!” added Agent Wildfire.

Their unfortunate victim wanted both right now, desperately! Agent Phoenix was quite prepared to edge him to oblivion, as she knew that any man would break under that kind of pressure. But this one came surprisingly early on…

“Yes, it was me! I robbed the art galleries in those five cities! It was me, and I did it for MODMEF!”

Agent Phoenix picked up the pace with her hand movements while Agent Wildfire eased off from the face-sitting. He came furiously while panting hard and gasping for breath. The Agent somewhat inappropriately high-fived over their broken hostage. It really didn’t matter whether the confession was genuine or not. There would be a suitcase of substantial amount of money for each of them outside the Loft door in the next hour. And what would become of Chris? What would the Agents care?