Zarya dropped her drysuit, after pulling herself out with with the usual funky dance. “Damn for a job – Having to dive into this place, instead of going a bit more high profile – Ah well, at least it’s just a Re-con job, this time”. She took off her neoprene hood, and untying her strawberry-blonde hair, to allow it to dry – Had it been a regular holiday, it’d have been a nice round, during the early hours, after a dip in the pool. But no, this night, and the coming days, were for work. She pulled out her dry-bag, making sure her gun and her digital camera were still working, which she found both were, then stripping down, naked, and getting into her catsuit.

Walking from the beach, into the forest, she decided to camp out for the night. She started gathering firewood and dry leaves for a campfire. “I certainly hope their security is as lacklustre as I suspect”, she said while lighting the fire, and getting out a couple of energy bars, which she ate while thinking about what she’d been briefed on. – High profile women, though usually not celebrities, abducted and found to end up on the island – Gordon Island. She got out her radio to report in. “Zarya Mokhov reporting in! I’m on the island, and ready for instructions for tomorrow”. The radio crackled for a moment. “Hey Zarya – We’ve figured out that there’s a natural entrance on the side of the extinct volcano – They use it as an exhaust vent – Go to the South-western side of the island, to enter – We’ll be standby for any new info or need of new orders – HQ over and out”.

Putting away her radio, she saw two red dots in the trees. Zarya got up from her rough seat, to look at the dots, pushing away some leaves, and seeing a red parrot. “Strange – These guys usually don’t have shiny eyes”. She tried to touch it, when it’s eyes blinked, opening it’s mouth, finding a small speaker inside the beak, howling like a siren. “Oh shit!”, she thought, running off into the woods. “My cover’s blown – Fucking heck, I wish this wasn’t a thing!”. She ran as hard as she could, looking around for a best route, or a hiding place, finding a cave by the edge of the woods and into the volcano. “Better than any, I hope”, she thought, trying to find a place to lay down, that wasn’t too gruelling on the body.

A cramped early morning later, and she woke to the sound of people talking. Listening closer, she figured the voices came from deeper inside the cave. She took a deep breath, and went deeper into the cave. Beginning around 40 meters further in, she saw a row of barred holes. She went to one, looking down into a corridor. If it wasn’t alarming enough to have found a James Bond villain’s hideout, several times a minute, the sound of women whimpering sounded. “Holy shit, what is this?! Are they using them as slaves or something?!”, she thought. She put her hand on one of the bars, wanting to lean into the vent, to hear more of what happened down there, when the bar gave in, falling off, making Zarya fall into the corridor, landing on her shoulder. “Oh, shit!”.

“Well, hello there – What have we here?”, two armed guards stood in front of her, hands on their batons. “Well – Boss have some ideas and some challenges for you, after our sensors found you and your gear, outside”, one guard said, while the other put a hand on her right wrist, and the other hand on her shoulder. “Now, you’d better behave, or things will get ugly!”. They lead her through the corridors of an underground base of some sort. “Were you two idiots too dumb to become evil geniuses, yourselves, but so stubborn that you signed up as minions?”. The guard with his hands free chuckled, put his hand on her breast, caressing for a moment, before hammering a fist into her stomach. “Urgh!” she exhaled, by the force. “She’s a feisty one!”, the other guard said. “Get out the harness!”, he said to the first guard, who pulled out a ballgag harness. “Open up, little kitten!”, he ordered. Zarya just stared at him, spitting him in the face. “Well – We’d like to play dirty, too!”, the other guard said, coming up behind her, putting an arm around her chest, and the remaining hand on her jaw, forcing open her mouth, while the other guard forced in a rubber ball on a leather harness, tightening it so much that it wouldn’t have been possible to spit it out, even without the harness.

“So, little kitten – What to do with you, eh?”, Zarya and the guards were greeted by a tall, pale, bald man, behind a big writing desk. Zarya glared at him, while one of the guards removed the gag harness. “Who the hell are you, perverted arse?”, she spluttered, before spitting at him, although it only reached half way over the writing desk. “Well – First of all, we need to get your training and conditioning going! This’ll be a big round for you. We’ve found your stowed gear, outside, and can conclude you’re some kind of Intelligence Officer – So you’ll be getting a fitting treatment! – First of all, the basic catsuit for new arrivals – Off you go”, waiving away the guards and Zarya. They led her down several flights of stairs, into a deep basement. They came to a barren room with a chair in the middle. “Go on! Step up, and off with your agent suit!”, one of the guards said, holding up the catsuit. The other guard ate her with his eyes, drooling a bit, then grabbing her butt-cheek. She stood into the suit, when the guards pulled up the suit, on each side. As the suit reached her crotch, the felt a shiver down her spine. “There’s plugs in this?!”, she exclaimed. “Oh yeah! And they’re extra fun, too!”, one guard said, putting his hands into the suit, to adjust the plugs for a pure entry. “Urgh”, she said, as the crotch of the suit got pulled up, and the plugs entered her hind and front end. “Let’s test the air!”, a guard said, pressing on a rubber bulb pump, making her anus scream in strain and pain, from the unexpected increase in size of the anal plug. “Aaand, the front one!”, the other guard said, pumping on that plug, too. “Arms in!”, a guard ordered, pulling the suit up her arms, and zipping it up along her back, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, trying to cover up her crotch and breasts with her arms.

Walking down the corridor, into what looked like a big, old Viennese brothel, with plush comfort seats, gothic arches and walls covered in red and gold, the guards took her hands, tying them behind her back with a set of leather cuffs. “Boss will probably introduce you to a thing or two!”, the other guard said, leaving her alone in the room. “We’ve got a wannabe evil-genius, here!”, she though, when the bossy type guy from before, entered the room. “Let’s start easy, yeah?”, picking up a remote control from a coffee table. He pointed it at Zarya, pressing a couple of quick presses on the remote, making a vibrator start up, inside her. “Hnnnnngggg”, tensing in all her body, trying not to let the vibrators win. “We have a little fighter here? Interesting! You’ll be a good addition to my collection!”. Zarya flopped onto the sofa, squirming while the vaginal plug worked away. “Let’s see how you take a bit of a zap”, he said, pressing a button. Shortly after, she felt a quick pain, making her ring muscles around the anal plug tighten hard and fast. “Urggghhh!”, she panted, feeling almost a tired pain in her loins, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. “You fucking pervert!”, she cried, to a smiling pervert. “Well – While you’ll soon learn to address me as “Master” and “Sir”, I’ll tell you that my name is Stephen Cadell, and I’m your new owner”. He smiled at her, then pressing another button on his remote. Feeling not only a vibrator, but an expanding balloon in her anal plug, she tensed and squirmed, ultimately letting go. “Shit, shit shit! I’ll just get it out of my system, so I can figure out how to kick the butt of this little, horny nerdling!”, she thought as the plugs worked away. Cadell went to a set of drawers, pulling out another harness gag – With a plug as a mouth piece. He went over to the still squirming Zarya, still tormented by the plugs with tears flowing. He grabber her hair, forcing in the 4 inch plug into her mouth, tying it around the back of her head, then fastening the harness around her head, then standing and observing the restrained woman gagging on the mouth plug. He walked to a phone on a shelf, pressing a 5 digit number, saying “Cadell here – I’m in the Viennese room. We’re ready for starting her treatment and training”. He put down the phone, picking up the remote, turning the plugs completely off. He ran his fingers through Zarya’s hair, kissing the crying, sweaty girl on the forehead, then sitting down in a chair, across from the Zarya’s sofa, just observing for a few minutes. Soon after, the door opened, and four guards came in with a wheelchair. “I see you’ve found a pretty hardened one, here! – She will be a fun one to play around, with!”. They picked up Zarya, placing her in the wheelchair, driving her off. “I’m already getting fancy ideas, for the engineers!”, Cadell thought. He did a short giggle, high fived himself.

By Lee Donkenburg