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Chapter 1
He ran his hand along the banister of his staircase as he descended the stairs. He had almost forgotten what his home looked like. He paused for a moment and marveled with himself that he was still in one piece. All those months in the field risking life and limb for his country in the dankest pits known to man, you are one lucky bastard, he said to himself out loud. For what? He challenged himself, For this house agent, for your new cush job as section chief, he immediately retorted in inner dialogue.
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His field skills were now obsolete, the new breed of agent, genetically altered incredibly strong, agile, and tough, were replacing his kind. He welcomed it, hell he had something they didn't, experience, and that made all the difference. Jack Sparrow had seen it all and then some, a legend in his own time. It was now time for him to lead rather than execute orders, his time in the sun had come.
He reached the bottom of the winding staircase and glided over his new , very expensive carpeting letting his bare feet appreciate the quality. He proceeded to his study, a place he dubbed "mission central." He stood at his desk and looked down at the many files which lay in a disorganized manner on the surface. He retrieved one and opened it:
CODE NAME: SABRINA
LANGUAGES: ENGLISH, GERMAN, RUSSIAN
GENETIC ALTERATIONS SUCCESSFUL
STATUS: EXPENDABLE
DECEASED
A tinge of guilt ran up his spine as he examined her file. Snap out of it Jack! He chided himself, you know it is safer for the agency to disavow knowledge of these girls and leave them in the operation zone, to , he paused and swallowed, die. Dammit Jack this is no time for unprofessional sentiment, after all we can grow these girls on trees practically. He stiffened up a bit and remembered the words his instructor told him, Life as a secret agent, that's the breaks.
He dropped the file on the desk and reached down to cinch up his belt on his velvet bath robe. He felt something brush up against his back. Before he could react a black arm snaked around his waist and arms from the left. He recognized the material a leather/latex type of material, An operation suit! He felt ample breasts press into his back, A woman! "What the hell!!MMMMMMMMFFFFFFF! A black gloved hand clamped over his mouth. He struggled against the iron grip, but it held him like a python.
"Mmmmm hello love." A voice cooed from over his shoulder, A brit!?, Oh god, it can't be, Sabrina could she be alive? He squirmed and writhed with all his might and yelled into her hand. "You should know better pet, you can't break free." You also know I'm no amateur, I won't let you yell for help." She chuckled as she said it. "Hmm Jack lets take a tour of your lovely home." She mocked as she moved him toward the hallway which lead to the living room.
As he hobbled in her grasps he scanned his home she had cased it, every blind and curtain was closed, all the doors were locked. He noticed at the foot of the couch a small bag. They reached the couch and she gently kicked the bag, "My little bag of tricks" She emphasized the word "tricks" as to imply the dangers that awaited. He looked down into the bag which was open and saw its contents, rope, rags , and a roll of duct tape. "Now Jack I Believe you need a wardrobe change, something in a quarter inch nylon perhaps." She laughed out loud.
No! She was planning to kidnap him and use him as leverage against the agency! He had to break free. He mustered up all his strength and put a fight he didn't know he had in him, yelling into her hand all the while. "I don't know what's more humorous, you thinking you can overpower me or the fact that you believe someone can hear you yell through my hand." She said plainly.
Jack wasn't out of tricks yet, he executed a reverse head butt perfectly, he couldn't really hurt her, but it may surprise her and give him just the opportunity he needed to squirm free or scream. It worked her hand eased from his mouth just long enough for him to let out a loud cry, "HELP!!" no sooner as he could scream she reapplied the maddening hand to his mouth.
Sabrina sprung into action, she flung her body and his onto the couch, she lying on the couch he lying on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his arms to restrain him, her right hand still firmly over his mouth. Her left hand, now free, grabbed his remote control and turned on the television and raised the volume to a ridiculous level.
Suddenly a knock at the back door "Jack you okay!!" A loud voice enquired. It's Fred he must have been playing tennis in his court outside. If he could only get his attention, he knew Sabrina wouldn't involve a civilian in this, too much heat, if he could get Fred's attention this little escapade would be over.
Sabrina dropped the remote and firmly clamped both hands over his mouth, Jack screamed into her hand, which equated to a barely audible whimper. "Aw you left the telly on before going out, hmm wasteful." She whispered he could hear the grin on her face in her words.
Suddenly from the television came a loud cry, a death scene. Jack hated death scenes in movies, too unrealistic, too glamorous. There was nothing glamorous about death, it was shocking and morbid, if anyone knew this it was Jack. Now while in the iron grip of his would be abductress he had an even greater reason to dislike them.
"Ah damn T.V." he heard Fred say from outside, he tried to look over his shoulder toward the back door as his last chance of freedom faded away. "Well that was an adventure." She said. "Now where were we, oh yes, I was just about to tie you up." With those words she pressed his face into the couch turning him prone to stifle any screams, and straddled his back.
Jack felt rope bite into the flesh of his wrists. "Well Jack, am I using proper technique?" she said coldly. He taught her how to restrain, something at this point he regretted. His wrists were so tightly bound he could barely wiggle his fingers. She then moved to his thighs and began to tightly bind them as well. Hmmm not his ankles? That could mean only one thing she planned to move him to another location soon, it was easier to drag him along hobbling then to lift and carry him. The final piece of bondage was applied around his arms and chest. He could not move a inch he tried he tested his range of motion, nill.
She pulled him up to a sitting position, wrapped her right arm around his shoulder and clamped her hand over his mouth and sat next to him. She had some wads of cloth in her left hand. "Hmm sorry nothing in silk today love, but we have a fine selection of terry cloth." With her best waitress impersonation as she stuffed the cloth into his mouth. She sealed this with strips of duct tape.
She reached over grabbed the remote and lowered the volume on the television. She stood facing him as he sit on the couch completely immobile and silent, hands on her hips. Slowly she reached up and pulled off the black leather mask which fit tightly on her face. He had to see her he had to know it was she who snared him.
His fears were realized as he saw her long red hair fall out from the mask, Sabrina, she did make it out alive. He examined her , her hair which he remembered well the only red head in her class, her perfect breasts which showed through the skin tight latex suit, with a power to stun even the most hardened of men. Her lips, her full lips that could speak such cruel words to him, oh we do make them beautiful he thought. It was done purposely these girls were engineered to be striking, it gave them an edge in combat and subterfuge. They were strong and fast, but not bulletproof and if their beauty were enough to stun an attacker and make him hesitate just a bit that was all the time they needed to get the upper hand.
She straddled him her breasts very close to his face, she grabbed his hair and thrust his head back, Jack let out a moan. " We're going to wait here until it gets dark, then you're coming with me." He was panting through his gag, fear had set in, no one had ever gotten the drop on Jack like this he had never been at anyone's mercy. "Hmmm afraid are we?" she asked. "Don't worry you are much more valuable to me alive.....for now." She stated.
"Lets see what the great Jack Sparrow is made of shall we?" as she unzipped the top of her suit to reveal her breasts. She pressed them against his face, despite his plight Jack himself get hard. "Ahh grace under pressure." She laughed out loud then used her teeth to remove the glove on her right hand. She reached down through his bath robe and began to stroke him gently. Jack's eyed rolled back he began gasping like a rabid dog through his gag. She teased the head of his penis and stroked him expertly, another piece of training Jack had regretted showing her.
The phone rang. He looked over at it eyes wide. "Expecting someone?" she sat next to him and clamped her hand over his gagged mouth. She answered the phone "Answering service." She used her best New England accent. "Um yes this Sela Cunningham I was trying to reach Mr. Sparrow." The voice answered. "Oh well Miss Cunningham." Jack yelled into her hand as he heard her name, obviously a lover, " Mr. Sparrow is indisposed for an undisclosed amount of time on business." She prolonged the word business to imply that he was away on some assignment that Jack's lovers were all too familiar with, he would be gone months at a time it seemed. "Well tell him to contact me as soon as he can please." Sela asked. "Ah yes ma'am I have taken the message and will get it to Mr. Sparrow as soon as possible." "Alright goodbye" As she hung up the phone Jack knew the abduction was complete. The only person who would be expecting him anytime soon had had their curiosity satisfied.
Jack stared at his captor eyes wide, afraid of what he was in store for, how long would she keep him? What would she do to him? His mind raced, for the first time in his life he felt panic.
Chapter 2
At this moment the ropes around his wrists felt unforgivably tight, he writhed a bit on the couch in an attempt to covertly find any fault in his bounds which he could exploit.
She sat next to him, a cold grin on her face. He heard the latex material swoosh as she shifted and crossed her legs. "Hmmmm I don't think you going to get loose love." She leaned over and held his chin in between her thumb and index finger. "But by all means struggle and tire yourself out it will make my job all the easier."
She stood and walked to the kitchen, he heard the refrigerator door open and the pouring of water into a glass. "Well I'm going to keep you here until it gets dark, then we are going on a little trip." She announced from the kitchen just before bringing the glass to her lips for a nice drink of water.
He followed her with his eyes as she made her way back into the den and pulled up a chair to sit directly across from him. "So..I would say you have roughly 3 hours to attempt an escape, because once I get you out of here....." She stopped and laughed. "Well you won't have any chance at all, not that you have much of one now."
She leaned back her top still unzipped she crossed her arms which pushed her breasts up in a very enticing manner. "I have often wondered how long the human male body can maintain itself while bound without suffering ill effects."
She leaned close to him her cleavage openly exposed. "You and I are about to find out, as I am going to keep you tied and gagged for a very long while." With that Jack pulled against his bonds hard enough to make the ropes creak a bit, he was trapped all he could do was try to clear his mind and await an opportunity.
The next three hours dragged on as he became more and more uncomfortable, his mind still working on an escape plan, any opening, any chance for freedom. He looked over to the window to notice the absence of sunlight illuminating the drawn blinds and knew this was it. "Well my dear it is time for us to embark." She said as she rolled him onto to his stomach and applied a perfect hogtie.
"This should keep you still while I fetch our coach monsieur." She chuckled. She disappeared toward the garage door. He heard the humming of the outer garage door opening then minutes later a car being pulled into the garage followed by the outer door closing.
The whooshing sound of her latex suit become louder as she approached the couch from the garage. Their eyes locked for a moment as she produced a butterfly knife from the small pouch located on the right side of the belt which blended into her suit almost invisible. She flipped the knife around in her right hand to brandish the blade, Jack let out strong exhale. With a quick deliberate swipe she cut the bonds around his ankles and released the hogtie. She held the knife up for a moment, pondering, he knew what she was thinking, he had seen that look before. Before his fear could be realized she flipped the butterfly knife back into it's closed position and placed the weapon in the utility pouch of her belt.
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She grabbed his shoulders and rolled him on to his back and sat him up straight. She clutched the lapels of his robe and pulled him to his feet their faces almost touching, her breasts embedded in his chest.
With tremendous quickness she spun him around by the shoulders to have his back facing her as she wrapped her arms around his chest in a rather tight bear hug. She purposely pressed her ample breasts against his back to remind him that he was being taken by a woman, a woman who is every man's dream and to Jack a bona fide nightmare.
"Now just put on foot in front of the other." She quipped as he hobbled in her grasp to the door leading into the garage, which she had left open. "Mmm good boy." She cooed in his ear as they crossed the threshold of the garage to the black sedan which awaited them, passenger door ajar.
Her superior strength became evident as she practically carried him the few feet to the car door and plopped him down into the seat which was reclined all the way back. Jack glanced over to see a pile of sturdy leather straps lying on the driver seat.
She proceeded to straddle him, she could feel his manhood stiff against her leg and couldn't resist teasing him a little by shifting up and down on it just a bit.
The first strap she used to secure his headto the head rest wrapped around his forehead and the head rest it was so snug he could hardly turn his head, the second around his chest and the main body of the seat, the third around his thighs and under the seat.
He was so securely fastened the seat caved in a bit from the pressure of his body pressing down upon it. "It's a shame it's such a lovely drive, and you won't be able to see any of it."
She cackled as she stepped off of him, shut the passenger door, then joined him in the car in the driver seat. The car started with a purr and using the remote control which opened his garage door, she backed out of the driveway to begin the transport of her pirated cargo.
She tapped a few buttons on the car's stereo which immediately filled the his mobile prison with the sounds of Mozart's Ein Klein Nacht Music.
All he could see were the tops of street lights from his subdued vantage as they wizzed down the road, stopping at the occasional red light.
Then he saw it, the car had come to a stop at a traffic light, and just visible to him through the passenger window was the siren assembly of a patrol car which had stopped right next them. This was his chance he thought, he squirmed relentlessly trying to get himself just an inch off the seat to make himself visible to the officers, he screamed into the tape which was still securely applied to his mouth. To this she simply rubbed his thigh and teased "That's it just a little harder, you can do it."
She actually waved at the officers to further intensify his frustration. Jack did not give up he pulled, screamed and squirmed as the light turned green and the patrol car took a turn in the opposite direction. "Your muffled gibberish is drowning out my Mozart, do stop it." She commanded. "No one can see or hear you love and you had better conserve your strength, all that nonsense does you no good."
They entered the last leg of their journey, a winding road was all Jack knew from his low position on the seat. He felt the car rise and slowly traverse a curb and saw the top arch of a garage as the car passed into it coming to halt.
"Mission accomplished." She said to herself as she exited the car and closed the outer garage door behind them. She swung open the passenger door and eyed her prize just a moment. "Don't worry the accommodations are well equipped for an extended stay." She spoke as she unfastened the straps which held him to the seat. She then hoisted him out of the car and lead him, hobbling in her iron embrace to the door leading to the mysterious house's interior.
The house was humble, but highly functional all the amenities of any common home, but a bit rustic. She pushed him onto an old dilapidated love seat, grabbed the phone and sat next to him. She quickly dialed and spoke "Raven three four nine." She stated as if giving coordinates to an airline pilot. The clearance code for operatives! Jack knew it, she was calling the agency via controlled comm channels to state her demands, dammit Jack you have screwed up big time! He scolded himself in inner dialogue.
"Yes hello....Roger.....you do know who this is....anyway love I have Sparrow." She peeled the tape of his mouth with a quick jerk and pulled the cloth out of his mouth. "Speak, now!" she demanded as she grabbed him by his hair. "Roger yes..it's....MMMMFFFFGGGG." he obeyed but before he could drop any clues about his location her hand quickly clamped over his mouth silencing him.
"I'll give you my demands later , at the moment just know I'm sitting on a bound and helpless pile of classified data that you are quite aware is easily extracted with my skills, think on that a bit we'll be in touch."
The phone beeped as she pressed the hang up button. "29 seconds." She announced, it took thirty five seconds to get a trace, the cavalry would not be coming. "MMFFGGG!" Jack groaned into her hand and he squirmed a bit.
"Now, perhaps I'll get dirt on the agency from you, we can do this the hard way or the easy way, I do prefer the hard way however." Jack's eyes grew wide with that statement. He had been interrogated before but never by an agency trained operative, he began to prepare himself for the ordeal ahead.
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