The Weston Agency

Double Agent

Farrah couldn't shake the bad feeling in her stomach. The plan seemed solid enough, sure. It had even been Aurora's idea and she was a genius. But something felt wrong. She couldn't tell exactly what but maybe it had to do with being left bound and gagged by a member of the Weston Agency. Again.

Whatever the reason, Farrah felt nervous. She took in a deep breath and exchanged glances with Aurora. The legendary thief simply nodded and Farrah set her down on the ground near the entrance to a small office building.

"You sure about this plan, boss?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm," Aurora said, nodding. The thief was tightly bound in soft, blue rope. She was missing her coat and hat and clad only in her red catsuit and heeled, black boots. The ropes bound her legs at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees and at her thighs. Another rope wound around her waist and pinned her crossed and bound hands behind her back. More rope framed her breasts, below and above, and was cinched tightly by a rope that wound around the back of her neck. A final length of rope attached her bound arms to her wrists. The finishing touch was a matching gag with her mouth stuffed full with a soft cloth and sealed inside by a thorough wrapping of blue duct tape.

"Just to warn you, Agent Hunter can be kind of, um, scary," Farrah said. "She doesn't play nice."

Aurora shrugged as far as she could in her bonds and just giggled. A sparkle in her eye made Farrah feel even more nervous. Just how crazy was this woman?

"Ummm... okay. I'll be waiting at your place for whoever they send in. They won't know what hit them."

"Mmmm hmmm," Aurora said again, with another giggle.

"And when that's taken care of I'll be back for you. I'll take care of anyone in the way, all right?"

Aurora just nodded this time and Farrah knocked on the front door before bolting away down the street and out of sight. Before the door opened, Aurora put on her best distressed face and started struggling in her restraints, grunting with the effort.

Lanala approached the door. "Jonas, that better be you with the..." Lanala stopped when she opened the door. "Documents. What the hell?"

"Mmmph! Mmm mmm!" Aurora said, struggling harder in her bonds.

"Umm.... what?" Lanala stepped outside and took a look both ways, seeing nobody there. "This... this can't be what I'm seeing."

Lanala closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath. She could still hear Aurora's muffled protests and when she opened her eyes again the thief was still there, helplessly bound and gagged on their doorstep. There was nothing else for it so Lanala turned around and called for her wife. "Artema!"

Artema came running at the sound of Lanala's worried voice. "Lanala, what's...." Artema stopped speaking when she saw the squirming Aurora tied up outside the front door to the facade building that held their underground headquarters. "Wrong."

"Yeah," Lanala said. "Somebody knocked and this is what I found when I opened the door.

"This doesn't feel right," Artema said. "But we still have a job to do. We'll bring her inside and see what she knows. Might be we can get ahead of whatever trap she's laid out for us."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Well, if we leave her here, we're not doing our jobs. We've got a warrant for her arrest you know. Even if she's laying a trap for us."

"At least I know what my first question will be," Lanala said.

Artema lugged the struggling thief up onto her shoulder and Lanala shut the door behind her. They both walked into the empty building and stopped in front of a staircase leading upward. The staircase opened up and revealed a small elevator. With their newly found captive in tow, the two women stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the headquarters below.