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Coffycowgirl
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 6, 2018
Your phone rings. You answer and hear a sinister low speaking voice say
It's done.
Your entire attitude changes, you hunch down almost hiding your phone as your serious hushed conversation begins
You're kidding.
No. It's done.
You found her?
I got her.
You got her?
Get over here.
Don't let her get away. She's a Houdini.
The voice laughs and says
Don't worry.
I'm on my way.
You are already in your car by the time the call ends, speeding across town to the man who called you, the man who runs your warehouse. The warehouse where you run your business. Not the business you are world famous for, one of the country's most successful investment companies. The business you do with our enemies behind closed doors. Delivering weapons to militants in exchange for African diamonds. High tech secrets to foreign governments for truckloads of gold and precious gems. Top secret inventions to competitors in exchange for stock options.
I am Coffy Kincaid. A 5'4" 118 pound girl who wouldn't raise an eyebrow in a room full of tough guys. Top of my class in my highly specialized training I was hand picked to become one of a very secret government agency's top operatives. We are so secret no politician, not even the president, knows we exist. Loosely connected with agencies whose initials everyone knows the agents in my organization don't even know how many of us there are. We only work alone and only report to one contact we have never met or heard speak. I have been after you for a year now and finally I found your base of operations.
Dressed in a black skin tight buttery soft Italian leather catsuit with boots gloves and a baseball like black cap with a black mesh see thru screen that covers my face, carrying a small backpack I parachute on a moonless night onto the roof of the warehouse without a sound.
Picking the roof entrance door I make my way down the stairwell. Either a tranquilizer dart shot from a silent air gun or stabbed into the neck swiftly eliminates any patrolling guards unlucky enough to cross my path.
I get to the floor of the warehouse and start snapping pictures. I get into an outer office, crack a safe and stuff the papers I need into my backpack then pick the lock to the main office where I know the real treasures lie. The information I need to finally bring you down.
What I am unaware of is, how well you are connected. You have infiltrated our agency somehow and your warehouse manager knows I am coming. He let me take down those guards and made sure I got into that office to raise my confidence hoping I would get careless.
Entering the office trips a motion detector that slowly releases an odorless gas that puts me to sleep just as I get the safe open. Your manager has been watching my progress since I entered the rooftop door,clears the gas from the room as I lay motionless on the floor then enters to claim his prize.
When you arrive you are quite excited. You capturing me is just as big news to the world of organized crime as me breaking up your gang would be to the good people of our world. The manager greets you as you park and escorts you into the warehouse. You are agitated and anxious to see me, before I escape, as you keep telling him. He laughs at your worries and ushers you into the outer office then makes this big vanna white arm swinging motion swinging the main office door open proudly saying
May I present. .. . .. Coffy Kincaid herself. Care to say hello to your new owner, agent Kincaid?
The two of you stand there staring at me. The manager looks like the fox who ate the hen, you with your jaw on the floor.
I lay hogtied sadisticallly tight on your desk. What you see is my arms tightly laced into a smooth leather arm binder with straps around the tight pouch my wrists are in and more above and below my elbows. You can't see my hands are duct taped into a tight ball inside the sleeve or the ropes tying my gloved wrists and framing my elbows inside the sleeve. The straps of the armbinder keep my shoulders twisted back very strictly. I have belts of rope around my hips over my hands, around my ribs over my elbows and around my shoulders Tight belts of rope tie my ankles and both the heels and soles of my boots together as well as frame my knees and trench into the middle of my calves and thighs. My heels are twisted back and tied to the rope around my shoulders so tightly the heels of my boots are pushed into the hand pouch of my arm binder. I have a leather panel gag covering my mouth that hides a penis shaped plug filling my mouth and the ring gag it was pushed thru underneath. My ponytail is tied to my feet as well keeping my head pulled back so I stare straight across the room. I can't move. I can't even turn my head to look at you as the manager asks you what he should do with me. I just grunt a very angry sounding
HmmmmmmMmMMMmFH!
You calmly circle the desk a few times then hook a finger under my chin and sneer down at me saying
I think I'll keep her.
I wrench my body defiantly grunting a very angry sounding 'mmmm fggh!', furious I am bound and displayed like a trophy and outraged not only that I was caught by you slimy scum balls, but also that I can't get myself untied.
Any evil minded bad boys out there wanting to continue the story feel free to PM me.
Coffy
It's done.
Your entire attitude changes, you hunch down almost hiding your phone as your serious hushed conversation begins
You're kidding.
No. It's done.
You found her?
I got her.
You got her?
Get over here.
Don't let her get away. She's a Houdini.
The voice laughs and says
Don't worry.
I'm on my way.
You are already in your car by the time the call ends, speeding across town to the man who called you, the man who runs your warehouse. The warehouse where you run your business. Not the business you are world famous for, one of the country's most successful investment companies. The business you do with our enemies behind closed doors. Delivering weapons to militants in exchange for African diamonds. High tech secrets to foreign governments for truckloads of gold and precious gems. Top secret inventions to competitors in exchange for stock options.
I am Coffy Kincaid. A 5'4" 118 pound girl who wouldn't raise an eyebrow in a room full of tough guys. Top of my class in my highly specialized training I was hand picked to become one of a very secret government agency's top operatives. We are so secret no politician, not even the president, knows we exist. Loosely connected with agencies whose initials everyone knows the agents in my organization don't even know how many of us there are. We only work alone and only report to one contact we have never met or heard speak. I have been after you for a year now and finally I found your base of operations.
Dressed in a black skin tight buttery soft Italian leather catsuit with boots gloves and a baseball like black cap with a black mesh see thru screen that covers my face, carrying a small backpack I parachute on a moonless night onto the roof of the warehouse without a sound.
Picking the roof entrance door I make my way down the stairwell. Either a tranquilizer dart shot from a silent air gun or stabbed into the neck swiftly eliminates any patrolling guards unlucky enough to cross my path.
I get to the floor of the warehouse and start snapping pictures. I get into an outer office, crack a safe and stuff the papers I need into my backpack then pick the lock to the main office where I know the real treasures lie. The information I need to finally bring you down.
What I am unaware of is, how well you are connected. You have infiltrated our agency somehow and your warehouse manager knows I am coming. He let me take down those guards and made sure I got into that office to raise my confidence hoping I would get careless.
Entering the office trips a motion detector that slowly releases an odorless gas that puts me to sleep just as I get the safe open. Your manager has been watching my progress since I entered the rooftop door,clears the gas from the room as I lay motionless on the floor then enters to claim his prize.
When you arrive you are quite excited. You capturing me is just as big news to the world of organized crime as me breaking up your gang would be to the good people of our world. The manager greets you as you park and escorts you into the warehouse. You are agitated and anxious to see me, before I escape, as you keep telling him. He laughs at your worries and ushers you into the outer office then makes this big vanna white arm swinging motion swinging the main office door open proudly saying
May I present. .. . .. Coffy Kincaid herself. Care to say hello to your new owner, agent Kincaid?
The two of you stand there staring at me. The manager looks like the fox who ate the hen, you with your jaw on the floor.
I lay hogtied sadisticallly tight on your desk. What you see is my arms tightly laced into a smooth leather arm binder with straps around the tight pouch my wrists are in and more above and below my elbows. You can't see my hands are duct taped into a tight ball inside the sleeve or the ropes tying my gloved wrists and framing my elbows inside the sleeve. The straps of the armbinder keep my shoulders twisted back very strictly. I have belts of rope around my hips over my hands, around my ribs over my elbows and around my shoulders Tight belts of rope tie my ankles and both the heels and soles of my boots together as well as frame my knees and trench into the middle of my calves and thighs. My heels are twisted back and tied to the rope around my shoulders so tightly the heels of my boots are pushed into the hand pouch of my arm binder. I have a leather panel gag covering my mouth that hides a penis shaped plug filling my mouth and the ring gag it was pushed thru underneath. My ponytail is tied to my feet as well keeping my head pulled back so I stare straight across the room. I can't move. I can't even turn my head to look at you as the manager asks you what he should do with me. I just grunt a very angry sounding
HmmmmmmMmMMMmFH!
You calmly circle the desk a few times then hook a finger under my chin and sneer down at me saying
I think I'll keep her.
I wrench my body defiantly grunting a very angry sounding 'mmmm fggh!', furious I am bound and displayed like a trophy and outraged not only that I was caught by you slimy scum balls, but also that I can't get myself untied.
Any evil minded bad boys out there wanting to continue the story feel free to PM me.
Coffy