Undercover by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F, bondage, romance
I was asked to volunteer for an undercover assignment and I jumped at the chance. It involved an operation designed to break up a major porn operation that was feeding stills and videos to several very successful web sites. So far, the agency had been unable to find anything illegal about the group' s operations. There was no chance of infiltrating anyone into the production side because it was too tightly controlled. The only way in would be to insert an agent posing as a bondage model. That's where I came in. My name is Amanda Adams and although I was almost twenty-four at the time I easily passed for eighteen. The trick was to make me look even younger because they liked to use eighteen-year-olds who look fifteen or sixteen. The fact that I'm 5' 4" and weigh 112 pounds helped - I definitely don't look threatening. I was interviewed four times before being accepted for the assignment. The first interview was with a consulting physiologist, the other's with increasingly important administrators within the agency. My final interview was with the director herself, signifying that the assignment was mine. When I arrived in the director's outer office her personal assistant greeted me with a smile. "The director is expecting you Ms. Adams. Please go right in." I was surprised since long waits in the director's outer office were legendary. It wasn't really an interview. We chatted for a while and then she shook my hand and wished me good luck. The following morning I reported to a small office in the bowels of the headquarters annex. A young woman in her late twenties greeted me with a smile. "Hi, Amanda. I'm Kate. Please remove your clothes and we'll get started. " I stared at her in surprise. "Get started on what? Why do I have to strip? I thought you were just going to trim my hair and color it purple or something." She laughed, "God no! You need much more than that. I'm going to cut and color your hair but I'm also going to remove your pubic hair, pierce your navel and one nipple, and give you a small tattoo. And that's doing what I think is minimally necessary for this assignment." I stared at her in disbelief. "What would you do if you did everything you think is necessary?" "Pierce both nipples, your outer labia on both sides, your clitoral hood, and maybe your clit. I'd give you a fairly large tattoo on your lower back
that's all the rage now, and maybe pierce your tongue." I shivered. "Do you really think all that's necessary?" She shrugged again. "Who knows? But I was told to do the minimum so that' s what I'll do. Are you having second thoughts?" "Yes. Lots of them. But I'm not going to back out." I slipped my jacket off as I followed her through a door at the back of the room. The next room was larger. In the dead center of the room was a padded leather table just like you'd find in a doctor's office, right down to the stirrups. I hung my jacket on a coat rack just to the right of the door. I removed my weapon and locked it the gun safe next to the coat rack. Kate watched in silence as I stripped down to bra and panties. Then I took a deep breath and unhooked my bra. Finally, staring at spot on the wall behind Kate, I pushed my panties down and stepped out of the them. I'm small and slim but I have firm, full breasts and they bounced gently as I walked over and climbed onto the table. My skin is olive and Kate nodded approvingly. "No tan lines. That's good. It's hard to explain how a homeless girl with no money has time to get a tan." She put her hand on my knee and I jumped, surprised. I grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand off my knee. She smiled gently. "Agent Adams, you're going undercover as a bondage model. People will see you nude and fondle you. It's very likely that you'll be used sexually, in any number of ways. You 'll also be abused - spanked, whipped, clamps on your nipples - things like that. Do you want to change your mind?" I wanted to scream yes as loud as I could. But I just shook my head and released her wrist. She stood there, stroking my thighs, while she asked a series of questions. "I know you're not a virgin but tell me how many lovers have you had and how long has it been since you've had sex?" I stared over her shoulder. "Three or four. And it's been nearly six months." "Have you performed oral sex?" "Yes." "Have you experienced anal sex?" "No." She frowned at my response. "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" "No. Are these questions necessary?" "Yes, they are. You will probably experience all of the things I've mentioned. Do you want to change your mind now?" I shook my head stubbornly. Her hands were at the top of my thighs, just resting there, soft and warm against my skin. I was beginning to lubricate. Kate was blonde, slightly taller then me and very slender. I took a good look at her for the first time and realized that she was rather pretty. "Are you wet?" I nodded, blushing. "Yes." She smiled. "Good. It's a natural reaction when your nude and being stroked." She patted my thigh. "Stretch out and we'll get rid of your pubic hair first." I stretched out and she swung the stirrups up. I placed my feet in them and then she put the attached straps, something you don't normally see at the doctor's office, around my ankles. "I'm strapping you down for two reasons - to keep you from moving while I shave you and to get you used to being restrained." With my feet secure, she swung the stirrups out to the side, spreading me wide open. Then she drew my arms above my head and attached leather restraints to my wrists, pulling them tight. Another strap went around my waist. I was totally helpless, totally exposed, and scared. And, although I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, I was very aroused. Kate trimmed my thick, unruly pubic bush with a pair of scissors. Then she soaked a face cloth in hot water and placed it over my pubic mound. She stood next to me, one hand resting on my belly, and let the hot cloth soften my pubic hair. "Are you scared?" I nodded and licked my lips. "Yes, a little." Which was a lie. I was damn scared. After a couple of minutes she removed the cloth and spread shaving cream over my mound. I wiggled as her fingers brushed the cream over every inch of my vulva. She glanced at me and grinned. "You're very .... responsive." She walked over to a cabinet and took out an old fashioned straight razor.
She smiled when she saw the look on my face. "Relax, I'm not going to cut off anything that you really need." "Jesus! You've got a weird sense of humor." I tried, unsuccessfully to kept my voice quavering. She shaved me with deft strokes, cleaning the blade after every swipe. She was very good and I didn't feel a thing. When she was done she washed me with the same cloth and held a mirror so I could see the results. I was smooth and bare and I found the sight of my bare vulva shockingly erotic. "Aren 't you going to release me now?" She shook her head. "No, I might as well pierce you first." I stared at the ceiling while she pierced me. She used a device similar to the one's used to pierce ears - on my navel anyway. She pierced my right nipple the old fashion way - clamp and needle. She cleaned my nipple with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol before applying the clamp. It hurt like hell and I whimpered as she tightened it. She smiled at me and said, "Good. You have a high pain threshold." She stood there, rubbing my belly gently, while the clamp did its work. After a minute or two she pushed a needle thorough the hole in the clamp and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Then she removed the clamp and quickly inserted a delicate gold ring through the hole. She cleaned my nipple with another cotton ball and the alcohol stung like the devil. I had tears in my eyes before she was done. "Are you going to release me now?" She smiled. "In a moment." Her hand moved down across my belly and my eyes widened as she cupped my vulva. I shook my head. "No, please." "You're very wet. I think you like this." I shook my head and whispered, "No!" But I was lying and she knew it. She ran the tip of her finger along my slit and down to my anus. I shook my head back and forth and whimpered, "No, please!" She ignored me and continued to run her finger back and forth from my clit to my anus. I started to cry. But when I pushed up against her hand she chuckled softly and leaned to kiss me. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure as she gently masturbated me to orgasm. When it was over I lay there and stared up at her in silence. I was drenched with perspiration. I smiled but she shook her head and said, "I know you enjoyed that but how are you going to feel when they whip you there?" My smiled disappeared. "I'll scream but I can take it." She shook her head with an exasperated expression on her face. "Oh, I have no doubt you can take it. You're just as competitive as the rest of them. The problem is I think you'll like it." I shook my head. "That's crazy and you know it." "Really?" She walked to the cabinet and returned with a wide leather strap. She doubled it and brought it down between my legs. I screamed as the pain cut through me like a knife. She gave me four more hard strokes that left me sobbing. Then she cupped my vulva. "You're wet. Very wet." She tossed the strap aside and began to removed the bindings. I was still crying when I sat up and turned sideways. My hair was damp with sweat, plastered to my head. She got a hair drier and dried it. Then I moved onto a stool and she cut it so that it was no more than 3" long anywhere. It gave me a rather boyish look. Then she had me wet it in the sink and she dyed it, putting blue streaks all through it. Finally, I stretched out on the table again, on my stomach, with my head resting on my crossed arms and she gave me a little tattoo on my back, just above the crease between my buttocks. I'd chosen a simple design - a little flower. "How come you know all of this - piercing and tattooing and all?" "I do it on the side." The tattoo took more than an hour and I dozed, despite the pain. When it was done she stood up and stretched. Then she patted my buttocks. "All done."
I got up and walked over to a full-length mirror mounted to one side of the door. I twisted and turned while I examined the tattoo. I had to admit that it looked sexy. My appearance was completely changed by the haircut and dye job. I picked up my panties and was about to step into them when she said, "No, not yet. Come over here." She was sitting on the stool I'd sat on while she cut my hair. "Down on your knees, slave." When I hesitated she snapped, "Get with it, agent. You're supposed to be a
submissive bondage model. A fucking slave. Now get down on your knees." I dropped to my knees and for the next two hours she taught me some common poses. At the end, I was on my belly, licking her shoes. "Very good, slut.
You can get up now." I got to my feet and stood there with my hands at my sides. "Anything else? " She shook her head. "No, agent. You can go. Good luck." I walked over to the coat rack and put my clothes on. I stopped at the door and turned to face her. "Thanks, Kate." She smiled sadly and shook her head. "No need to thank me. You're just another slut."
I nodded, trying not to let my shock show. Then I turned and walked out the door. It took me two weeks to make contact. I started by moving into a sleazy room in a downtown fleabag. Then I got a job working as a topless barmaid at a strip joint not far from where our friends had their studio. One of the guys saw me and asked me if I was interested in doing video. "For more money than you'll make here." I pretended to be indifferent but I let him talk me into trying out. The next morning I went to the studio, arriving shortly after 10:00 a.m. When I walked in a rather attractive woman in her thirties glanced at me and smiled. "You must be the new bitch. Take your clothes off." The air conditioning was cranked way up and I stood there, naked and shivering, while she looked me over. "Nice body. Small, but very nice." She tweaked my nipples, which were hard and pointy from the cold, and grinned. " Very sensitive." She sat down and pulled me onto her lap. I sat there and let her fondle me while she told me that I'd be paid $200 an hour, four hour minimum. "You' ll be fucked and abused and we expect you to take it. And we want you to cry and scream and beg. All of our people are clean. You'll need to get a blood test." She wrote a name and address on a slip of paper. "Go see this doctor. He'll get the test done and have the results in two days." I left and went straight to the doctor's office. He drew blood and said he' d have the results in forty-eight hours. I went back to the bar and worked until the woman came in a couple of days later and told me I was clean. " You do your first video tomorrow." I arrived at 10:00 a.m. and the woman, Nell, took me right into the studio. I undressed and followed her over to the set. Another girl, a slender blonde who looked no more than fifteen was already there. She had that awkward, coltish look that many adolescent girls have. Nell introduced us. The blonde's name was Sue. She said she was a freshman at the university. When I asked she said, "I'm doing it to pay for my education." Her body was lovely - all tanned except for where she'd been covered by a minimal thong and a very small top. Her small breasts were firm and round, tipped with little pink nipples. She was shaved, like me, and had a tight little butt. Her long, coltish legs were very beautiful. Her thighs were covered with a peach fuzz bleached white by the sun. She examined me as frankly as I examined her and she nodded, apparently satisfied by what she saw. When they were ready the cameraman took his place and Nell said, "Let's do a quick test. Why don't you two get to know each other." We were sitting side-by-side on a padded platform about 48" on a side and about 36" high. Sue turned and slipped her arms around me. The camera started rolling as she kissed me. Then her tongue was in my mouth and suddenly I was totally aroused. I slipped my arms around her, turning toward her, and rubbed her smooth back while I enthusiastically returned the kiss. We had sex in the classic 69 position, with Sue on top, while the cameras continued to roll. I wasn't an agent anymore. I was just a sex-starved young woman who wanted to be fucked. A guy came over and spread my legs. I moaned as his cock slid into my tight, wet cunt. Sue's tongue was playing my clit like an instrument. I came twice, each time better than the last. The guy withdrew at the right moment and shot his sperm over my belly. Then they had Sue and I take turns spanking each other. She sat on the edge of the platform and I stretched out across her lap. She spanked me with her hand, a paddle, and finally with a leather strap while I leaned over the platform. I cried and whimpered and finally begged for mercy. The camera caught everything. Then it was my turn. I spanked Sue at least as hard as she'd spanked me. She cried nicely and I enjoyed hear her sob. I realized suddenly that Kate had been right. I was enjoying the whole scene! I used the strap hard, turning Sue's cute butt a bright red, savoring her cries of pain. We took a break after that and I went into the bathroom and threw up. I was disgusted with myself for proving Kate right. Sue came in while I was washing my face. She'd put on a little cropped Tee that stopped short of her navel, and a pair of white socks, but she was bare in between and looked much sexier somehow. She stood behind me and began to rub my shoulders. I stood there, sighing, as she worked the tension out of my muscles. "This is your first time, isn' t it?" I shook my head. "No, I've done it before. Lots of times." She grinned and shook her head. "No, you haven't. I've been eating pussy since I was fifteen and I can tell a first-timer every time." She bent and kissed the back of my neck. "Don't worry, I won't tell Nell." I glanced at her reflection. "Why are you doing this, really?" "I told you. To pay for my education." She smiled, "And because the sex is great. Especially with the women. I hate the pain while they're inflicting it but thinking about it afterward excites me. So does the anticipation." "How bad does it get?" "Usually not that bad. They want to make you scream and they want it clear that you are in pain, but they don't go too far. It's not good business to hurt us too much." She slipped her hand around and cupped my breasts. I leaned back against her with a sigh. "The worst pain I ever felt was when Nell dabbed some Ben-Gay on my clit and anus. I screamed so long and so loud that I lost my voice for three days!" I shivered. "God, I hope she doesn't do that to me!" "She will, but not today." She squeezed my breasts and stepped back. "Reach back and spread your buttocks." I hesitated and she slapped me on the ass. "Do it." I leaned forward slightly and reached back and spread my buttocks. I moaned when I felt an eddy of cool air touch my anus. She cupped my vulva and then pushed her thumb into my anus. I moaned and whimpered, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "This is the bowling ball grip." I held onto the sink as she lifted me off my feet for a moment. Her middle finger slipped into my wet pussy. "Do you want me to stop?"
I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "Nooo." She brought me to orgasm very quickly, her thumb deep in my ass. Afterward, while she was washing her hands, I asked her if she thought of herself as a lesbian. She thought a moment before answering. "No, I don't really thing of myself as anything but a person who likes, loves, sex. I do lean more toward women, but I hate labels. They're like boxes, trying to hold you in." She dried her hands and we walked back to the set. She stroked my buttocks gently as we walked. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed having her touch me. I bumped her with my hip and she slid her arm around my waist. Ten minutes later I watched her hanging face-down over the platform. She had leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. She'd stretched out on her belly while chains connected to a manual hoist were attached to the restraints. I'd listened to her grunt as she was hoisted into the air. I thought her shoulders would be dislocated but they weren't. She whimpered softly as her nipples were clamped. Her whimpers went up in volume as heavy weights were attached to the clamps. A wooden dowel, like a horse's bit was placed her in mouth and secured by leather thongs that tied behind her head. It did nothing to muffle her screams. I crouched nearby, my wrists secured behind my back, and watched. I was placed so I'd been seen on-camera part of the time. My knees were spread, per Nell's order, to make sure I was fully exposed. My nipples were clamped and weighted. Nell whipped Sue with a narrow leather strap. She concentrated on her buttocks and Sue's whimpers soon turned to cries of anguish. I could see the tears streaming down her face. I hated what they were doing and was ashamed that it excited me to hear Sue scream and cry. A guy came over and blocked my view. He unzipped, took his cock out, and pushed it into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me in my mouth. When he came in my mouth and I swallowed I had to finally admit that Kate had been completely right. I loved being used like this. When he was out of the way I watched them fuck Sue with a dildo mounted on a pole. She grunted softly each time the dildo was thrust into her vagina and I assumed, correctly, that they were hitting her cervix with almost every stroke. They fucked her steadily for about ten minutes and then it was my turn. I jerked and twitched while Nell whipped me but I had to try and control myself to avoid dislocating my shoulders. I was crying from the pain in my nipples before Nell started whipping me. I could see everything I was facing a mirrored wall. Nell whipped me until I was screaming continuously. Then they fucked me and I grunted like Sue had as the dildo rammed my cervix. They weren't fucking me for my pleasure, just for show, so they didn't concern themselves with how I felt. I hung there for what seemed like hours but in reality it wasn't more than twenty minutes. When they broke briefly to change tape they left the dildo in my cunt. Sue came over and wiped away my tears after removing the weights and clamps. I was drooling uncontrollably. She stood and whispered soothing nonsense while rubbing my belly gently. In a change of script they sent Sue to do me with her tongue while I was still hanging there. One of the guys spread my buttocks and shoved a dildo up my ass and then Sue took his place. She brought me to orgasm as quickly as possible and then they let me down. I was on the platform, face-down, when Sue removed the dildo from my ass. She sat and stroked me while the restraints were removed. We were done for the day. We showered together and left. Sue got into an old Tempo and headed back to campus. I went back to my room and took a nap. I'd quit my job at the bar. I had a check for $800 in my pocket. Evidence in case we ever made an arrest. Before I went to sleep I called in and asked for a check to be run on Susan Washburn, a freshman at the university. Later, when I checked my voice mail I learned that she was exactly who she said she was. The next day I went back but they didn't need me that day. I called Sue and got her room mate. She told me that Sue was in her English class. I drove over to the campus and found the class room. I waited outside and when Sue came out she looked like any other freshman girl - clean and well-scrubbed, her eyes shining, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She greeted me with a smile and accepted my offer of coffee at Starbucks, just off campus. She was wearing shorts, a cropped Tee, and running shoes and looked adorable. I was wearing a similar outfit but my Tee wasn't cropped and my shorts weren't quite as short as hers. But then my legs weren't as nice as hers. As I pulled out onto the street she reached over and put her hand on my thigh, just below my shorts. "I want you, Amanda. Can we skip the coffee?" I nodded and took her to the room I'd rented. I was ashamed to take her there but I couldn't very well take her to my apartment. We undressed each other and made love slowly. Later, we cuddled together, our bodies slick with sweat. She told me she loved me and I started to cry. I stayed away from her after that, only seeing her at the studio. She was puzzled and hurt and it broke my heart. The investigation sputtered on for two weeks. I made six or seven videos all told and found no evidence that they were using underage girls. No evidence of any other crimes being committed. I submitted my report and the investigation was closed. I ran into Kate a day later. She smiled and looked at me closely. "How'd it go?" I shrugged. "It was dud. They're completely legal." "How are you?" I looked away and took a deep breath. "I just resigned. You were right, I loved the whole scene. And I fell in love. With a pretty college girl." She nodded. "What are you going to do?" I smiled. "I'm going to get her out of that scene and make sure she's a full-time student and nothing more. Then I'm going to work at the bar and make videos. I'm more suited for it than she is. She's just a nice girl doing what she needed to do to stay in school. I'm a slut." I nodded and walked away. I found Sue at her dorm and asked her to go for a walk with me. I told her the entire story. "So, you're not making any more videos. You're going to study hard and graduate with honors. Do you understand? I'll pay your tuition and send you a check every week." She stared at me in silence for a moment. "Aren't we going to be together? " I shook my head. "No, I don't want you anywhere near me or that scene." I turned and walked away, headed for my car. I could hear her crying and it took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep walking when I wanted to run back and take her in my arms and kiss her tears away. That night, back in my own apartment, I was surprised to hear my doorbell ring. I glanced through the peep hole and saw Sue standing there with a determined look on her face. "Go away." She banged on the door. "Open up, Amanda. Don't make me cause a scene." She continued to bang on the door and I finally opened it a few inches. She pushed her way in and I closed the door and locked it. She pushed me up against the door and hissed, "You're mine. Got that? You're not going to push me away! Understand?" She had me by the throat and I couldn't breathe. I nodded frantically and croaked, "I can't breathe." She let me go and I took a couple of deep breaths. She took me in her arms, kissed me thoroughly, and the walked me over to the sofa. She sat down and told me to get my clothes off. I undressed quickly and she pulled me onto her lap. I rested my head against her shoulder and sighed while she fondled me. Later, I agreed that we'd both do the videos but only with each other. No more sex with others. If Nell didn't agree than I'd find some other way to support us. As it turned out, Nell didn't agree and I began looking for a job. I lucked into a job that I qualified for because of my degree in accounting. I worked and Sue went to school. She moved in with me after her freshman year was over. Now, she's a sophomore and doing quite well, her GPA is 3.93. I'm working as an accountant and I occasionally moonlight as a topless barmaid and why not? The tips are damn good. One night, as I cuddled next to Sue on the sofa, I told her about Kate and how I'd been prepared for the assignment. I was naked but Sue was dressed, more or less, and trying to read an assigned book. Finally, exasperated, she put the book down and listened. She toyed with my nipple ring and finally, when I was done, she smiled. "You enjoyed being prepared, didn't you?" I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I did." Sue kissed me on the tip of my nose. "You're such a slut! Tell you what, we'll go to her shop some night soon and have her do your other nipple and maybe your labia. Would you like that?" "Yes, very much." A few days later we went to Kate's and I stood there naked while they discussed what else should be done. I didn't mind being naked. In fact, I quite enjoyed it and they both knew it. Kate did my other nipple in the same way - clamp and needle. This time I wasn't strapped down. Sue stood next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder. That held me more effectively than any bindings could. Over the next month Kate did my labia, clit, and clit hood. Then Sue decided it was enough. While I pouted she turned to Kate with a smile. "She just likes coming her and stripping in front of us. She's a total slut." Kate chuckled. "I know. You can come over any time. I enjoy seeing her naked." I paused with my panties halfway up my thighs. "Why don't you get Sue to take her top off? Her tits are much prettier than mine. Pierce her." Kate glanced at Sue and raised one eyebrow. Sue shook her head. "No, absolutely not!" I made a puck-puck sound. "Chicken!" Sue glanced at me and hissed, "Your ass is going to be so sore..." A moment later her top and bra were off and Kate was examining her breasts. I teased Sue's nipples erect and if looks could kill I would have dropped on the spot. Kate found a pair of stainless steel studs done in a satin finish that contrasted nicely with Sue's pink nipples and tanned skin. I was surprised to see her start to cry as Kate clamped her nipples. I felt a rush of guilt and told Kate to stop. I watched Sue slip into her bra and pull her top on. We left a few minutes later. I apologized as we walked to the car. Sue smiled and said, "You're such a fish!" I stopped and stared at her, realizing that I'd been had. She grinned. "I'm still going to whip your ass until you can't sit down." She did and I couldn't. At least not until the next
morning. I had to sleep on my belly that night. The sex is great and my only worry is that Sue will tire of me and leave me for a girl her own age. Every time I bring it up she spanks my bare ass until I'm sobbing. Then I spend an hour in the corner, on my knees, naked. When the hour is over, I go to her on my belly and beg her to forgive me. She lets me grovel and kiss her pretty knees until she's good and ready to forgive me. Life is good. The End. NOTE: This story grew out of two videos I downloaded from alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.torture a few days ago. In one, from INSEX.COM, a girl is suspended face-down and subject to various torments. She's the inspiration for Amanda. This video turned me on more than anything else ever has. The clip started with the girl, Violet, laying on her side on a padded table. Her head is resting on her folded hands, her knees drawn up so that her thighs are parallel with the bottom edge of the table. The camera pans over her body in a close-up that shows her body in detail. She is sobbing gently and rope marks on her arms and legs make it obvious that she's already undergone some punishment. Her breasts are full and nicely shaped, her nipples a dark beige that I've never seen before. Despite her obvious distress she turns onto her back obediently and allows new ropes to be tied to her wrists and ankles. I enjoyed the way her taut belly looked as she lay there being trussed up. Her legs were spread to show her vulva. When the ropes are all in place she turns onto her stomach while they are tied to a D-ring attached to a manual hoist. She grunts in pain as she's hoisted into the air. Heavy clamps are affixed to her nipples and she begins to cry. A dowel is put into her mouth and the attached leather thongs are tied behind her head. She hangs there sobbing while more weights are added to the clamps on her nipples. Later, she grunts and whimpers as she's fucked with a dildo on a pole.