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The Ex-Wife Adventure 14-17 ------------------------------ by Amelie Fortescue copyright c2020 Amelie Fortescue. 14. Miracle Revealed. The train started on our return journey. Barbara took her seat and looked at me and grinned. "You guessed the truth, didn't you, Fifi?" she challenged me. "I guessed you were behind it mistress Barbara!" I admitted. "What? What is this all about?" demanded Sheila. "Ask Fifi! See how much she has worked out!" said Barbara. "Well, mistress Sheila, as you know ... mistress Barbara is 'as-rich-as- croesus', and has multiple holdings of stocks and shares ... No, you didn't know that ... Most of mistress Barbara wealth is cleverly invested in the stock market - much of it in holding companies ... Holding companies hold shares in useful companies like industrial, farming, distribution and crucially also in banks. "Mistress Barbara has marshalled her wealth to give her controlling interests in holding companies, which companies in turn have taken controlling interest in companies such as the bank we have just left. "Using nominees and intermediaries our Barbara has voted for an EGM and voted to sack the entire board of directors to prevent our company from losing the contract ..." Sheila turned to face Barbara. "Barbara, are you that rich that you own that entire bank ... and other companies ..." Sheila's eyes widened in awe at her friend. "No, Sheila! It's not as simple as Fifi related. I am rich enough and have enough shares to have a powerful presence on the stock markets, and by trading favours and a little bit of bullying, I can get what I want - providing what I want doesn't depress share prices." "But, Barbara, if you're that rich, you could just buy out our company with the flick of a cheque book?" Sheila queried, and Barbara lowered her gaze and her eyes dulled. "No, Sheila, that is a company that I could never buy out - that company belongs to Fifi ... Fifi will you forgive my interference? I promise that this is the only time that I have played god with your company?" She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. I kissed her passionately and then reached to include Sheila in a hug. "I am glad you provided a god-like miracle - just this once - I was going mad worrying about the future ... I suppose Richard and the chairman will be re-elected?" I asked. "Yes," Barbara nuzzled my shoulder and hugged Sheila to us both. "The rest of the board will be selected to suit my accomplices at the EGM - It was a good chance to expel a lot of deadwood," she murmured. With one tired head resting on each shoulder I looked around to regard the world optimistically again, and was surprised to see the same old lady opposite. She was fuming and tapping her foot as she looked daggers at our intertwined, embracing group of three goth slut-girls. I grinned as I imagined her believing that the world was descending ever further into licence and debauchery. A thought struck me, "Frances still lives!" I mused. "Well, it is a price worth paying, and both Sheila and Barbara seen to prefer Frances to poor forgotten Fred. "No!" I corrected myself. "They both prefer Fifi ... they enjoy dominating a transvestite! - even a reluctant one - especially a reluctant one!" - - - - At our coffee conference in the office on the following day, Sheila suddenly felt a little bit guilty. "Barbara, the newspapers were full of the drama at the bank ... Sacking the entire board of directors sent all the shares plummeting ... I know you are rich, but you must have lost ... thousands - no - must have lost millions to rescue the contract like that?" Barbara smiled warmly at Sheila, and then grinned at me. "You tell her, Fifi - Sorry- Miss Frances would you mind explaining to Sheila?" I grinned back, and then smiled at Sheila. "Quite right, Sheila ... Millions were lost in the share price collapse, and certain people ..." I looked pointedly at Barbara. "would have then hoovered up all the available cheap shares. Then the appointment of the new board of directors together with a firm commitment to thoroughly modernise their banking operations - that means the contract with us - restored full confidence in the bank, and this - together with Barbara's previous scramble to buy shares - drove the share price back up above its previous quoted value ... I suspect that Barbara is now richer by many millions following her good deed!" Barbara looked at me in admiration. "Fifi, I am so glad that we're on the same side. Your insight rivals Sherlock Holmes!" I kissed her cheek to thank her, and after throwing an apologetic look at Sheila, Barbara closed me in another lip-locking face hug. "You are totally insatiable," I condemned Barbara lightly, so she put her tongue out at me, and she proceeded to grab Sheila and repeat the lip- lock with her. - - - - 15. Sideline It was Susan who alerted me to a worthwhile sideline. "... so the problem of cutting London's floor three into a single open plan office is probably solved ... "Barbara is a sort of expert on Victorian buildings, and she has included an advisory paragraph in my report. I expect the bank will be relieved that a clear solution exists." My nodding half-attention to Susan's daily report was immediately upgraded to concentrated attention. "So Barbara contributed her expertise in a report to the bank?" I queried. "Don't worry, Frances! The bank always checks her workings with their own architects!" Susan reassured me hurriedly. "'The bank always checks her workings,'" I quoted back at her and she nodded uncertain now. "So on more than one occasion, Barbara has supplied free advice to the bank on matters that are solely the responsibility of the bank?" I mused aloud. I dismissed Susan with my thanks for her report, and turned to face Barbara, who was desperate to avoid connecting with my glance. "Barbara, darling ..." I cooed. "Can we chat for a while?" "Now look here, Fifi! ..." Barbara was prickly when she felt defensive, "I wanted to help Susan ... I enjoyed helping Susan ... I intend to continue to help Susan! ... If you want, you can deduct my salary for the time spent helping Susan ... I enjoy being here with you and Sheila, but I do find my regular work undemanding ... The challenge of the problems arising at the London bank are totally irresistible to me! ... I hope you're not going to make a fuss!" Barbara was quite emotional. I tottered over to her desk, and knelt beside her taking her hand. "Darling, I salute you for your initiative ... but it's the bank's part of the contract to supply suitable premises for the new installation, and your work is being freely given to the bank ... I want you to continue your architectural work, but more formally and be paid for it!" I consoled her. Barbara blinked to hide her wetting eyes, and I pecked her cheek. She squeezed my hand and then released it. "How? ..." she started, and I interrupted. "Leave it to me! ... You are now the company's official architectural consultant, and you are promoted to director - Sheila is certain to agree. There will be a salary increase ..." I grinned at her and she smiled back at me. "But, Fifi ... Er, Miss Frances, I still want to work here in your office?" she pleaded. "Of course, Barbara, and when I need some filing, or copying or coffee, I will still need you to oblige!" I sniggered at her and she slapped my backside painfully. "Be careful, young lady!" she spoke sternly. "You're addressing an appointed director of this company disrespectfully!" Barbara giggled and knelt beside me to cuddle, and then raced to Sheila's office to update her. "Richard, good! I've got hold of you at last ... I am ringing to regularise an irregular situation ... It seems that one of my staff has been providing gratuitous consultation services to the bank without my knowledge ... If the advice is gratuitous, then the resultant liability must also be zero .. However, I do submit that the architectural advice that you have received is of the highest order, and should you wish to obtain further advice, that consultation fees should be agreed ... What do you say?" "Frances, you are talking about Barbara - your secretary - your PA? "We have been grateful for all her advice - Our own architects have often been stumped until they got hold of Barbara's little insights. She's good, she's very good, but I don't think I can convince the board to pay for an amateur architect as an official consultant for the bank!" Richard tailed off apologetically. "Barbara has got more and higher professional architectural qualifications than you can shake a stick at!" I was sounding a more conversational note. "Barbara is director in charge of our architectural consultation department!" I grandly pronounced, "... Although ... currently, she is the only member of her department, and she helps out as my PA, when there's not much consulting to be done!" "I didn't know that, Frances ... I will apologise to her when we next speak ... "Have you any thoughts about her consultation fees?" Richard asked me. "Richard, ... Barbara is a director of this company - She sets her own fees - Talk to her!" - - - - I had excelled myself in the kitchen. I had created a really special meal, both exquisite and tasty. I waited at attention by the dining table, as the two ladies ate their way through my creations. I waited for compliments. "Not bad, Fifi!" Sheila admitted without grace, so I turned expectantly to Barbara. "Excellent as usual, Fifi!" I'll have to cancel my plan to sell you to a rich arab, if you can keep up this quality. I grinned my appreciation, and curtsied deeply. "Thank you, mistress Barbara ... I understand that you received a promotion at work - congratulations, mistress!" "Yes, Fifi. I suppose that fat cow that I work for can't be all bad after all!" "Your face, Fifi!" screamed Sheila. "Barbara scored with that one - didn't she?" Barbara dragged me close enough to hug me, and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry, Fifi. I am really quite fond of Frances - even though she is a merciless bitch of a dictator. But I must admit in front of witnesses, that I love Fifi more!" "As a reward for the very nice meal, we have decided to have a special playtime with you this evening ..." They both looked at me with evil eyes, and I shuddered. I had got used to their domination games - they seemed a natural follow- on after being feminised. The games consisted mostly of bondage mixed with outright sex - my bondage, and sometimes I was included in the sex - but I could always count on lots of teasing. However, 'special playtime' usually meant something more awful ... sometimes an awkward pose to be held, or an awkward toy to endure, or corporal punishment - for me that is. I rather liked the idea of corporal punishment for them! I sighed ... I knew that whatever they wanted, I would comply. - - - - 16. Security It had to be done - Sheila was right! Water-tight security for the project when installed and operational: Against a complete farce of security for the project under development? The company needed a fully- integrated security wing. Neither Sheila nor myself had time to spare from the project, and Barbara was innocently naive about project-orientated security. The fellow just entering my office had been recommended by Richard at the bank, but we were sceptical ... after all Richard still worked for the bank, and that was his first loyalty ... So would his nominee be working for us - or for the bank? We didn't want to alienate Richard, but the selfish interests of our own company must come first. He introduced himself as Kevin Oakwood, and sat down without invitation, and without waiting for our response. The back of my neck realised that both Sheila and Barbara were bristling at his rudeness as he proceeded to stare at each of us in turn. "Don't bother to introduce yourselves!" He grinned smugly. "I know almost everything about two of you, and almost nothing about you, Frances!" He turned a quizzical gaze onto me and I blushed. "Working in a respected security company in a the high-profile banking sector, I have to select and filter my potential clients carefully - Reputation is everything! "I must never be seen to have worked for the 'bad guys' - like fraudsters and gangsters etc," he explained carefully as his intelligent, piercing gaze passed between us in succession. "To that end I have already thoroughly investigated you three, and your team leaders - the minions will be investigated in due course. Sheila has passed my inspection as almost squeaky clean with one exception. Barbara has passed with notes about her kinks - but Frances had failed completely! "Who are you, Frances? Where did you come from? How have you avoided being listed by any official body until you started your employment here?" he stared at me like an interrogator. "Frances, you are a ghost ... You're supposed to be Fred's cousin, but Fred never had any cousins! Have you murdered Fred to further your lesbian relationship with Sheila and Barabara?" he accused me, and both Sheila and Barbara gasped in shock - I sensed that one or both were about to explode, so I turned to face them. "Calm down, girls!" I soothed. "Kevin is just doing his job ... He seems to be very efficient at it." They were both still far from calm as I continued. "I assume you - or your men - have thoroughly searched the gardens and grounds of both our houses for Fred's grave ... and our houses have been searched for murder evidence as well?" I asked quietly - I felt outrage bubble up around me. "Simply normal procedure in this sort of case," Kevin admitted while squinting at me carefully. "That's how we found Barbara's dungeon as well as your threesome trysting bedroom." He dared me to react. "I hope that no cameras or listening devices have been left in our private places?" I suggested reasonably. "Good Heavens, no!" Kevin laughed. "We're neither spies nor perverts ... we only intrude as much as you might expect from any honest burglar!" "So, we do not pass your acceptance filter?" I surmised. "Well actually you do!" he contradicted, "This interview was the deciding filter. Nobody can blush voluntarily, and you flushed for your sudden, mysterious appearance, but not for Fred's murder - so presumably Fred had a mental breakdown just as the gossip predicted, and you have secretly squirreled him away in an institution somewhere. Full marks for the secrecy - we couldn't find him anywhere!" he paused. "And as for you, Frances, you are the inventor of the secret workings for the project, so you cannot steal the secrets that you own ... But you must expect investigations into your past to continue until I am satisfied!" he finished. I turned to Sheila and Barbara, who were both imitating the 'rabbits- caught-in-headlights'. "I think we've heard enough, Kevin - You're hired! When can you start?" "That was the final test," admitted Kevin, "and I've already started. I'll discuss my plans for internal security with you ladies tomorrow - However, external security secrets will be kept from all of you!" He got up and left without any salutations. "What an extremely rude and overbearing man!" Barbara managed to stammer after his departure, and Sheila added, "And you gave him the job?" aplopetic with rage. - - - - The very next day, Sheila dropped me of in the car park - I couldn't possibly drive myself in ballet boots! Sheila waved her fingers as she left on her errand. I entered the foyer, and got caught at the end of a long queue for a security turnstile that had appeared overnight. I waited to see what was happening, and realised that everybody was being issued with their new photo-id-cards before being allowed to proceed. I was impatient ... As a director of the company, I felt no need to be held up in a queue, so I hurried forward and tailgated an employee through the turnstile. I grinned at my cleverness - but the grin disappeared as two security guards grabbed me to frog-march me into the security office. Of course I protested, and insisted that they should release me immediately - to no avail. "A feisty one, heh?" said one of the guards as I pushed and jerked to free myself. They forced my hands behind my back and using a rung in a chair back as an anchor secured me with handcuffs as they forced me to sit. Of course, I was extremely vocal. One guard returned to assist in the foyer, and the other sat in a comfortable chair and watched my performance without emotion. When I tired of yelling at the unresponsive guard, he asked me who I 'really was'. I was flabbergasted ... after minutes of identifying myself, the idiot asked me who I was? After my tirade ended, he spoke quietly. "You will have to show some proof. We can't let any hooker who feels like it simply wander into the offices. I blushed, and that made him look at me thoughtfully. "Ok, that was harsh - maybe your dressed for a party after work or something, but without proof of identity, we have to keep you until the police arrive. I shuddered - no police - everything would unravel if I was passed to the police. He saw the fear in my eyes, and tried sympathy. "If you haven't got any proof of identity, is there anyone here, who will identify you?" "Yes, of course!" I named Sheila and Barbara, and he searched his phone book. "Both of those are directors!" he accused me. "So am I!" I insisted again - but more calmly. After a minute of playing with the phone he put it down. "Neither of them are answering," he offered, and everything seemed hopeless until suddenly, the door swung open, and an avenging Sheila stood in the doorway. "Why are you forcibly detaining our managing director?" she shouted at him. Sheila was backed by the security supervisor, who indicated that I should be released most promptly. The supervisor hung my brand new badge around my neck as I rubbed my poor wrists. "You'll hear more about this!" Sheila promised as she dragged me away. After several cups of coffee, I had calmed down enough for rational thought. I left my office and returned to the foyer, and sought out my erstwhile captor, who I cornered. I held out my hand. "Hello, I really am Frances!" My chuckle sounded like a girly giggle. He took my hand briefly. "And I am Keith," he grinned as he realised my fear and anger were long gone. I turned to return to my office and heard his parting words. "Best-looking and sexiest managing director I ever saw!" he mused aloud. - - - - Richard from the bank was most insistent - very unlike his normal attitude when dealing with me! He had arranged a reservation in a stylish restaurant, and I was invited - and he wasn't accepting any refusal. We had eaten together before without the slightest drama, but now I was worried by his earnest desire for my company at dinner. Over coffee, I voiced my doubts to Sheila and Barbara, who inevitably made fun of me. "He fancies you, Frances. Most red-blooded men do! - Even Fred fancies you rotten ... I think Richard guesses that we're lesbians - and he probably wants to steer you from all the sins of Lesbos, and save you for mankind - ie himself!" They laughed, but I was not comforted. Richard had insisted that I should be dressed in my work clothes, so when I arrived at the posh restaurant, the doorman wouldn't let me in. "The nerve of some whores!" he shouted as I was pushed back outside, but Richard had been keeping a good lookout, and after passing a crisp folding bribe, I was permitted entrance, and my long cat was taken to the cloakroom. I was extremely nervous and Richard was unusually garrulous. By the time we were led to the table, I was getting ready to run - and then I saw that Richard already had a female guest, and she was staring at me unashamedly. Richard then introduced me to his wife, and all my fears evaporated. My intense relief spawned intense happiness. When I said I was happy to meet her - it was said with far more sincerity than I could normally muster. She smiled a surprised but happy smile. Her name was Veronica, and it was obvious that Richard doted on her - They were very much in love - and it showed. My high-level of happiness increased as I realised that Richard had never been a threat to my secret identity. Richard and Veronica were celebrating a wedding anniversary, and I was her surprise present. Apparently Richard talked so much about me, that her initial disbelief had transformed into the beginnings of jealousy. Now she had seen me in my slutty outfit, the rest of his stories had gained credence. She was delighted to see me dressed for her amusement, and would have been pleased to see me go and leave them together, but our stiff strangeness disappeared as we joined in telling stories against a wriggling-but-happy Richard. I believe that I had made another friend. After the main course, I needed relief. "The Ladies .. Don't enter the Gent's toilet!" I coached myself countering some dizziness from the wine. Somebody followed me into the toilet, but I was first, and then the crook of an arm seized my neck. I lashed out a vicious attack and burst free of the man, who swore at me. "I'll have you, you worthless trollop!" he advanced on me again. I gave him by best uppercut, and bruised my knuckles badly on the point of his chin. I turned and ran back out - peeing seemed a lot less urgent. I sucked my sore knuckles as I sat down again, and Veronica asked what had happened. I slipped on the tiles and hit the wall - it's nothing really!" I replied off-handed. A minute later the doorman was summoned to the Ladies toilet, and dragged out the inert form of my attacker. Everybody looked at the scene, and someone close asked the doorman what had happened. "Gent must have fallen and broke his jaw ... and now he's unconscious," was the reply. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was alive - hopefully no police investigation. Another man joined the doorman and turned to stare at me. I recognised him. "Keith the security guard from work!" I stated in shock. Keith winked at me, and disappeared. I rapidly made my excuses and left heading for the next train home. There could only be one explanation for Keith being in the restaurant - Keith was on duty. Keith was the recognisable part of a security team following me. I felt relieved and angry at the same time. - - - - Without notice Kevin, the 'security consultant' invited himself to our regular directors' coffee-break and mutual-update meeting. Like any guard dog he needed free access to anywhere at any time to enable him to properly do his work. His sudden presence completely disrupted every chain of thought, and he returned our stares with a gentle smile. "Since I'm not interrupting anything - I can state my business, and get on with my work." The Kevin turned to me. "Frances, I heartedly apologise for the glitch the other evening - It's no excuse - but the shift-rota left your shadow bare of any female operatives - sowhen you went into the ladies toilet - I'm afraid you were on your own - It won't happen again!" he assured. Sheila and Barbara stared at me and at Kevin like spectators at a tennis match, and Kevin caught on quickly. "It seems, Frances, that you did not report the incident to your co- directors? ... Ladies, it seems that there was an attempt to assault, or to rob, or to interfere with Frances in the ladies toilet in the restaurant where she was being entertained by a client. Frances entered the ladies alone - shortly followed by a man who might simply have misdirected himself ... Frances quickly reappeared - made her excuses to the client, and rushed away. The doorman was encouraged to investigate the ladies, and returned dragging out the man. Don't worry, Frances, he wasn't dead! - He was unconscious with a broken jaw and a mouthful of broken teeth - He won't press charges - he's already known to the police as an extreme, revisionist, religious agitator and activist - he simply disapproved of your chosen attire! ... That's all, ladies, It won't happen again, Frances ..." I excused myself, and rushed to the toilet to compose myself. "Don't rush off, Kevin. It's quite fortuitous telling your little anecdote just now ..." Barbara began, but Sheila hissed at her. "Frances is going to be kidnapped after work this Friday ..." Barbara continued. "No, she's not! Let's cancel it!" hissed Sheila, and Kevin's expression changed from concern to puzzlement. "Kevin, you have taken oversight of our private lives, and you know that we are three kinky lesbians? ... Well to feed that kink we are going to kidnap Frances, and make her our prisoner after work on Friday - And we don't want you or your men getting in the way - Ok?" Barbara challenged him. Kevin smiled and then laughed. "I don't suppose Frances knows about this plan? Don't worry! My people will be there, but you won't see them!" he laughed again as he got up and left. - - - - 17. Kidnapped Again I was hurrying after Sheila. Sheila was in a hurry. It was Friday, and the end-of-day tide of tired employees was fast flowing into the car park. Sheila suddenly stopped , and I collided with her, and stumbled around in my ballet boots as I tried to regain my balance. The tide of people split around us, and with a serious expression, Sheila led me off to the side. "Fifi," she began, so I knew that Frances wasn't wanted, "If somebody's friends wanted to play a surprise practical joke on her, that somebody wouldn't lash out and break her friends' jaws - would she?" she asked off-handed. I could see where this might be leading, but played it cool. "I suppose that if the somebody knew it was her friends, then she might be more relaxed about it?" I looked upwards with a thoughtful expression, which didn't fool Sheila at all, and was rewarded by a punch on the arm. "Do NOT tell Barbara about this conversation - she will get her thrills by believing you have not been forewarned!" she ordered me. "Forewarned about what, mistress?" I asked innocently, and received another painful punch on the upper arm. - - - - Barbara's car had gone from her parking place, and some oink had left his pickup in her space. Sheila's car was hidden by the huge pickup. It was a security breach permitting the oink to use the directors' car park, but hey, it was the weekend. Sheila dropped behind me as we passed the back of the pickup truck, and a figure leapt in front of me - all dressed in black - like a ninja - and threatened me with a baseball bat. I swivelled around and prepared to run, but Sheila had disappeared and another ninja stood in her place - blocking my escape. I tottered into a close grasp with the following ninja, and managed to avoid the baseball bat. We fell to the ground with me landing on top and winding my opponent. I ducked in time to avoid the swinging baseball bat as my other opponent raced in to join the fray, but he tripped and joined the struggling mass behind the pickup truck. The baseball bats had been lost as we wrestled for advantage - grunting and gasping. It was obvious as we wrestled that both my opponents were women, and that I was stronger than both of them put together. I enjoyed several moments of glee as I dominated the struggles, and then 'accidentally' allowed a dishevelled Barbara to escape and stand up. Barbara pointed a hand gun at me. "That's enough of that, Miss Frances Cardew! I will shoot if I have to! Release my assistant immediately and raise your hands!" I wasn't expecting the gun, and I raised my hands - the BB gun seemed very menacing and realistic, so I surrendered to the two anonymous ninjas. Sheila grabbed my wrists - one at a time - and roughly handcuffed my hands behind my back. She was breathing heavily from her exertions, but it sounded very sexy. Sheila started to gag me, but Barbara stopped her and threw her a bigger gag to use. "Gag the bitch with this one instead. She needs to be taught that all resistance will be punished!" she commanded, and Sheila gently forced the huge gag into my mouth. I faced Barbara with my best hate-face - She had selected a deep-throat penis gag for me to wear, and I had to concentrate to avoid gagging on it. Sheila lowered the tailgate, and grabbed two dissimilar empty wooden boxes from the back of the pickup truck to make a sort of staircase. I was encouraged by menaces, pushes and thumps to climb to the top of the staircase, but although my mini skirt permitted high stepping, and my balance on the ballet boots was remarkable, the last step up onto the bed of the pickup was impossible for me. Barbara followed me up the staircase of boxes, and as I turned to face her she pushed me, and I fell onto the pickup bed - landing first on my derriere, and then rolling onto my back with my legs flailing skywards. While Barbara busied herself cuffing my feet, Sheila reloaded the empty boxes onto the pickup. They dragged me onto a tarpaulin, and covered me completely with another tarpaulin. I felt straps tightening around me as the complete load was secured. With spinning wheels and smoking tyres the pickup shot away to join the busy weekend commute. My kidnappers had got clean away! What a momentous fail for security - Kevin would hear about this! I tried to wriggle to a more comfortable position. The old tarpaulin had a small hole where it covered my head, and I could look out at the sky and the occasional passing tree. Despite myself, I was enjoying being kidnapped, and my poor member was being tortured as it tried vainly to outgrow its little prison. - - - - "So miss Frances Cardew, we have you in our power!" Barbara was loving hamming it up, and Sheila was strutting to and fro in support, so I made my face appear totally crestfallen in response. They had discarded their ninja outfits in favour of S&M domination outfits - they looked bloody marvellous, and I trembled with emotion that Barbara interpreted as fear - but honestly it wasn't! "We haf fooled you completely - ya?" she hammed. "My real name is Olga Smirnov, and my assistant is Natalia Kruschov. We are - or were - KGB moles assigned to commercial espionage. We have been activated to obtain all the secrets concerning your new banking management system - and you are going to tell us everything!" Barbara insisted. Sheila approached and spat in my face. "You thought we were both empty headed lesbian friends of yours - didn't you?" Sheila spat in my face again. "You cannot imagine how long I have wanted to have you in my power so that I could crush you for all the indignities that you have ..." Sheila was interrupted by Barbara. "Enough, comrade Natalia! ... Do not forget that the extraction of the information must take priority over revenge! ... You can do what you like to Frances, when - after - we have obtained all her secrets!" They were both very good ... I could so very easily suspend disbelief in their cameo. I was surging to a peak of excitement, but that damned gag was still blocking speech as well as interfering with the short breaths that were forced by my tight corset. The pickup truck had bounced slowly up a mountain track to a lonely hunter's lodge, and I was quickly lodged in the lean-to log store. I was still dressed completely in my Frances slutwear from the office, but my bonds had been changed. I was spread-eagled by ropes going off to both sides. My feet were held some 18 inches apart on the nominally-concrete flooring, and my arms were spread wide apart under tension from the ropes. My tormentors could walk all around me poking and prodding at me as they talked. Sheila removed my gag, and spotting Barbara's inattention pecked my cheek before sneering at me again. "You will tell us everything!" Sheila insisted .. "Then, perhaps, my desire for revenge will be lessened?" "Damn you, Sheila! And damn you Barbara - or Olga - or whatever your name really is - I shall tell you nothing! You can do whatever you like, and I'll not talk!" I sniffed loudly and looked down my nose at them. "Timeout!" shouted Barbara. "... We can do what we like?" she enquired eagerly, and Sheila stiffened in alarm. "Usual rules on safety and damage etc must still apply!" Sheila insisted. "Usual Rules!" I agreed, and Barbara grinned her best hamming evil grin. "Playtime!" Barbara announced and I was immediately returned to my perils. "You cannot imagine what tortures await an uncooperative prisoner." Barbara used her finger under my chin to tilt my head back, and stare into my eyes. This time - despite knowing the truth, I did tremble in fear. I was getting absorbed into my part, when a phone rang. "Timeout!" shouted Sheila as she went to answer the phone. "Yes, Paul, I'm with her now - Do you really need to speak to Frances right now? ... Ok, then, if it really is important ..." Sheila brought the phone across and held it as Barbara removed my gag. I licked my lips and swallowed. "Hello, Paul ... Some sort of problem?" I enquired, and waited while he described the difficulty. "Ok, Paul, the cyber and switch-matrix interface voltages are barely borderline now that the cyber hardware has been 'release-soak-tested'. That gives an unacceptable grey-area for reliability ... But this may be a blessing in disguise! - Both voltage levels are fully acceptable for driving our optical-link trunk-ways! Inserting optic cable pathways will ensure a marvellous EMC profile with no possibility of ground -loops - And no effective extra delay - very similar to the copper transmission delay! ... Yes, Paul, can you initiate a partial redesign incorporating optic pathways between all the cabinets - I'll clear the up-costing with Richard later! - And can you initiate orders for all the extra optical units? ... Thanks, Paul, see you on Monday!" I finished, and Sheila took the phone away. "Paul is a good chap, and very loyal to the company!" I mused aloud. "He went back to work after we left for the weekend ... I think we should vote him as onto our board of directors ... Director of Integration - he's already doing that job unofficially - Does the board agree?" I asked and both women nodded as Barbara gagged me again. The two women contrived many opportunities to spank my bottom. the relay race was really cruel: I had to hurry tottering across the room in my ballet heels carrying a ping-pong ball in my mouth, and drop it into a receiving plastic bucket - return to fetch another ball from the storage bucket and repeat, and repeat. I had to try to suck like a vacuum cleaner to pop a ball into my mouth, and then try to stand from my kneeling position - all with my arms tightly bound behind me. When the storage bucket was emptied, I had to carry the balls back again. It was all very physically demanding, and made worse by employing non- improvement penalties - spankings - whenever my lap-time exceeded any previous lap-time. My bottom was very red and very sore before they became bored with this game. I was glad to be ignored and left tied tightly to my pole while they plotted new tortures for me.