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Pursia was one of the top spies in the business, but even she couldn't anticipate betrayal. She was hot on the trail of a neo-Nazi ring and had been told to pick up some microfilm at the safe house. But instead of information, she had found her arch nemesis, the beautiful blonde known as the Ice Princess, with a Glock pointed at Pursia's head. "Take that cloth on the table and hold it to your face" the blonde Naziette had sneered, and Pursia recognized the scent of chloroform as she blacked out.
When the stunning spy woke up, she was sitting on the floor. Her favorite red dress had been pulled off her, and her lacy white bra barely contained her full heavy bosom. Her belly button ring glistened, and she had chosen her scantiest panties... in another situation she would have enjoyed the sexy look, but now she just felt her helpless vunerability.
What made her so helpless were the yards of rope lashed around her body as she struggled to sit up. The Ice Princess had secured her legs with rope around her ankles, above and below her knees, and her thighs. But the villainess had knocked herself out on Pursia's curvy torso: wrists bound together behind her back, more rope around her forearms then looped around her waist, another set on her elbows, length after length above and below Pursia's heaving breasts. To complete her bondage, Pursia's mouth was clamped on a cloth cleave gag. Pursia writhed and struggled to find a loose rope, but it was all very hopeless. "Oh, you've noticed how well I tied you" the blonde snickered "I know how good you are at escaping, so I left nothing to chance. Now I need to ask you many many questions--- and since the mole at Headquarters has you on the Duty Roster as catching a flight to Argentina, we'll have lots of time for you to think of your answers. Of course, I know you won't talk willingly--- so I'm finding whatever I can here at the house to--- help you".
Pursiaeyes widened at the display the Ice Princess was pointing to. Her enemy had gotten all the sharpest knives from the kitchen and laid them out by length. The iron was set up on the ironing board, sizzling and steaming already. One of the lamp cords had been cut and the insulation stripped away, leaving several inches of exposed wire. A large potted plant had been pulled out of its planter, but the dirt left inside had been mixed with water to form a nasty looking mud--- and over it was a pulley strung over the track-lighting. Pursia couldn't speak through the gag, but her green eyes flashed defiance, as if to say "I'll never talk!"
"Yes, Pursia, I know you might be able to resist one of my little tricks. But surely something-- the knives, a hot iron, those shocking wires or a nice dunk headfirst into mud--- something will break you. Let me go fill up the bathtub and we can get started" the Nazi sneered.
As soon as her nemesis left the room, the brave spy wriggled in the tight ropes, struggling to her feet. Covered by the sound of the filling tub, she carefully hopped over to where her clothes had been dumped, praying that no one had told the Ice Princess about the GPS distress button hidden in the pin on her dress! It wasn't easy to hop in her heels, but she had to get there! Pursia pushed the activation switch, then hopped back to the sofa, her full curves wobbling sexily, to resume her place just before the Ice Princess returned. Now her only hope was to hold out until help arrived!
"Well, how shall we start?" snickered the blonde villain as she came back to the room. "How about we pull you up with this pulley and lower your pretty little head into this pot" she sneered as she reached for Pursia's ankles...
