4 comments/ 17012 views/ 5 favorites Dress Off 4: The Rescue of Tess By: enf_cavalier [This is a direct sequel to Dress Off 3. Special Agent Tess Trueheart, captured just before the start of our previous story, is still the unwilling guest of her arch-nemesis, Harrington. Special Agent Stacey Shackleton and Agent Erin Masterton are leading a rescue mission, but now find themselves naked in the middle of a cold Vancouver night, and at the mercy of an unseen tour guide. At stake may be the very future of the secret spy organisation known simply as Decider Enterprises.] Tanya Munro shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and tried to focus her attention on the legal document in front of her. Beside her, sitting stiffly in a chair and making a point of ignoring Tanya's presence, the prim and proper Sarah Lowell was experiencing similar difficulties. Tanya waved a hand vaguely over a couple of clauses, and then looked up at the woman reclining comfortably in another chair before them. "This, this seems..." Tanya started, before trailing off and looking back at the contract with conflict etched on her face. "Final?" the woman smoothly said, completing Tanya's sentence for her. The woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, carried herself with a calm, composed confidence. She exuded a level professionalism and self-control that was complemented perfectly by a perfectly tailored business suit, and a clearly expensive watch that she now made a show of checking. "This little feud," the woman continued, indicating Tanya and Sarah with open palms and a thin smile, "this little conflict, it is so destructive wouldn't you agree? It can destroy both of you, or just one of you." Tanya glanced sideways at Sarah, who was studiously trying to stare at the woman talking. Tanya couldn't tell if Sarah was less nervous or more nervous than she was about what was being proposed. She fancied for a moment that she saw an involuntary twitch in Sarah's eyes, and just for a fleeting second Sarah seemed to steal a look at Tanya before returning her eyes to front and center. "Let's focus on what we all agree on." the woman said, putting her hands now on her lap and leaning forward slightly, "I think we can all agree that each of you feels aggrieved for what you each perceive to be past injustices. We offer a solution that I think we all agree will put bring a note of finality to your personal conflict. Not only that, but to the winner we also offer a lucrative, fulfilling, jet-setting job opportunity that any sane woman would jump at the opportunity to have. As well as that, can either of you look me in the face and say that they wouldn't want the other to be the loser in our little proposition? There is literally no downside to this, unless of course you lose." The woman leaned back at this point and looked expectantly at the contracts nestled into Sarah and Tanya's laps. Tanya was suddenly very conscious of the sensation of the pen resting in her right hand, and she would have sworn that at that exact moment it felt like the pen became extraordinarily heavy in her grasp. Only half looking at the contract, she started to sign her name in a jerky, almost involuntary motion, before finally throwing the pen on to a nearby table and stiffly extending her arm out, the contract firmly gripped in her hand. The woman leaned forward slowly, a bemused smile gracing her perfect features, and she gently reached out and took hold of the contract. For a few seconds, both Tanya and the woman held on to the contract, the woman making direct eye contact with Tanya, before Tanya faltered first. Looking away, Tanya let go of the contract, and took a couple of deep breaths. The woman cast a brief glance at the signature to satisfy herself that all was in order, and then reached out to take the other copy that was now being proffered by a similarly conflicted Sarah. "Excellent ladies. I look forward to working with the winner of our little wager, and I trust that whoever may be the unfortunate loser honours the spirit of the endeavour." Tanya looked up at the ceiling, as a dozen different voices scrambled for attention at the front of her mind. Total, complete humiliation. That's what faced the loser. Left to pick up the pieces, left to get over the fact that her mortal enemy now had an infinitely more exciting, more lucrative life to enjoy. Sarah deserved that humiliating fate, didn't she? Tanya looked at the red-headed, fidgeting woman that she'd known for half her life, staring down at the carpet, wide-eyed and unblinking. The bitch deserved it, right? ******** Sarah Lowell half-ran, half-walked through the campus, her heart racing at a million miles an hour. She desperately spun the latest clue around in her mind, trying to find some angle that she hadn't explored yet, trying to focus with all her willpower on solving that clue rather than worrying about the state of her clothing. Her track pants were long since gone, and for the past twenty minutes she'd been sporting a rather inappropriate pair of skin-tight bright yellow hot pants. Normally that would have been a more than sufficient source of embarrassment for Sarah, even allowing for the fact it was the weekend and the campus wasn't at it's busiest. Today however, any discomfort from the visibility of her well-toned backside was well and truly taking a back seat to the ongoing show her athletic, perfectly proportioned chest was putting on. The discrete white t-shirt she'd started the afternoon with had - two missed clues ago - mischievously revealed a transparent rectangular viewing window in the material that fitted perfectly across her breasts. For a short while, there was at least the comfort that her yellow brassiere had the appearance of a fairly decent sports bra that seemed more functional than lewd. That tiny blessing had lasted until about 5 minutes ago, when the cursed earpiece had broken the silence of her dash down a deserted corridor in the Earth Sciences building. The earpiece had smugly informed her of Tanya's discovery of the next clue, and she hadn't even processed this new piece of unwelcome information when she began to feel the brassiere reforming and remodelling itself around her boobs. The bra had pushed her breasts together and upwards, and the once solidly yellow material had contracted and become translucent, so that her cleavage and nipples were now partly visible through the viewing window in her t-shirt. Even a conservatively dressed Sarah represented too great a challenge for some men when it came to not-staring-slack-jawed-at-her-rack when she walked into a room. The current state of her chest pretty much ensured that she could have been shooting laser beams out of her eye sockets and none of the male staff or students would have been any the wiser. Down three clues to two, Sarah knew that Tanya would at least be feeling some discomfort from exposing her ass to the faculty and fellow students. Sarah just hoped that the discomfort would nag at Tanya enough to delay her from realising that the recreation centre building was the next pit stop. At least she had that on her side. At least she knew where this was now all leading too. Sarah ran on through a courtyard, and disappeared down a path, startling a couple of engineering students who'd been in the middle of an animated discussion. "What..." said one of the students to the other a good two minutes after the yellow-clad backside of Sarah Lowell had receded into the distance, "... what the hell were we talking about again?" ******* Tanya Munro stood outside the University pool at the recreation centre and pointedly ignored the open-mouthed gawping that numerous swim meet audience members had treated her to. She'd been staring, mute and unmoving, out through the clear glass doors at the entrance and out on to the courtyard beyond. She couldn't have told anyone whether she'd been there for thirty seconds or thirty minutes, but she noticeably inhaled deeply when a flash of yellow appeared suddenly in the distance. Holding the intake of breath for a few more moments, she then slowly exhaled, rubbed a hand through her long blonde hair, and turned on her heels, striding quickly towards a side corridor of the main entrance hall. She seemingly paused at the door to a storage room, and rested her head on the door frame before glancing back towards the main entrance with a conflicted expression of victory and regret. As a pair yellow hot pants ran into the building, worn by the red-headed, red-faced beauty she'd known simply as "the hated bitch" for too long, Tanya entered the storage room and waited. ******* Sarah Lowell stood in shock at the open entrance to the discrete storage room, and looked in on the smiling face of the raven-haired woman in the business suit, and the unreadable face of her despised foe. "Sarah, come on in, please do." the woman said, and took Sarah's unresisting arm. Half dragging her into the room, the woman positioned Sarah in the middle of the room and made a quick show of smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in Sarah's now skin-tight clothing. Sarah didn't protest the woman running her hands over the torso, but instead looked silently at Tanya. "Sarah." the woman continued, taking Sarah's chin and guiding her head so they made close eye contact. "Sarah, as you know, this game is about finality, and I do so fear that merely jogging through the campus on a semi-deserted afternoon in that modest ensemble may just feel slightly anti-climatic. So, I've prepared a little something that I think you'll both agree lives up to this game's billing." The woman smiled again, although there was absolutely no warmth to the expression. Sarah shrugged almost imperceptibly, and went back to looking at a distracted-looked Tanya. "As you are both fully aware, this esteemed institution is celebrating a meet for it's famed swimmers, and I dare say a decent section of the staff and students are in attendance. In fact, in about ninety minutes this fine University will unveil a glittering monument to it's swimmers success in recent state competitions, and we all have the privilege of being with that monument right now." The woman turned and walked over to a two meter high object that sat on wheels and was covered completely by heavy black sheet that appeared to have a pull cloth on the side. "I believe we have around a hour before some over-paid, minimum wage employees come and wheel this impressive exhibit over for the grand unveiling at the end of the meet." At this point the woman paused, as if a sudden thought had occurred to her, and she raised up a finger to correct herself. "Except of course those unfortunate underlings are going to wheel away entirely the wrong exhibit." As her final words caught Sarah's attention, the woman yanked the pull cord and the black sheet fell gracefully to the ground. What the sheet revealed was no ordinary monument to a swim team's modest success, but rather a shining, silver x-frame with cuffs at each of the four corners. Between the two bottom corners, the small metal figure of a free-style swimmer - just less than half the height of the frame - stretched upwards, as if swimming against gravity and escaping the water. As Sarah's dazed eyes tried to take in what she was seeing, something at the back of her mind couldn't help noticing that the leading arm of the swimmer was outstretched enough that the finger tips weren't too far away from the middle of the X. "Sarah, I want to thank you, deeply and sincerely." the woman said, fondly running one hand over the metal of the X frame, and then casually walking over to the vanquished red-head. "I came to this city to find someone with the steel in their heart, the ruthlessness of spirit, and purpose of mind to warrant being part of my organisation. Today you helped me find that person." Looking over at Tanya, the woman held out a beckoning hand. "Tanya, you are one small act away from having the revenge you desire, and the future you deserve. You'll find in my handbag a small amount of chloroform and a ball gag. If you'll be so kind as to fetch them, you have a final decision to make." The woman was suddenly behind Sarah and firmly holding both her arms behind her back before Sarah's mind could tell her body of what was likely to happen next. "The decision is simple. Show no mercy to our dear Sarah here, and prove to me once and for all that you have the stomach for what I have to offer you!" Tanya looked at the handbag, and found herself reaching into it to extract the requested items. She stared at them in her hands, and almost laughed out loud at the fact that this was the first time she'd ever seen such things in real life. Looking at a suddenly panicking Sarah, and then at the woman, and finally at the X-frame, she closed her eyes but couldn't block out the sight of herself being restrained by the woman with the black hair, while Sarah stood looking on. "So." Tanya said, slowly, deliberately, as if testing out each syllable thoroughly before committing to the next. "So, we knock her out, gag her, strip her, cuff her to this..." Tanya gestured at the X frame, "... thing, put the sheet back, and... and let me guess. That ever so conveniently placed hand slots right into her pussy." The woman nodded her head once in acknowledgement, and Sarah's eyes were now as wide as dinner plates. "... and so after all that, we leave Sarah to be unveiled to an unsuspecting audience, and we go about our merry business while Sarah lives the rest of her life as 'that slut who showed it all at the swim meet'". "What?!" Sarah exclaimed, finally finding her voice, "Are you guys insane?! I'll call the police, this wasn't in the contract!" "My dear," the woman interrupted, "you most certainly should read the fine print. However even so, I think the big picture problem for you is not that the contract may or may not allow it, but that the contract is a fictitious piece of complete bullshit." The woman looked sharply at Tanya. "Chloroform. Now." Tanya absent-mindedly held a rag soaked in chloroform and looked at the two ladies in front of her. "What's your name? I don't know your name." The woman looked back for a second at Tanya before curtly replying. "For the purposes of tonight, call me Harrington." Tanya nodded. "Harrington" she repeated. "Well you know Harrington, you're certainly right about Sarah being a conniving bitch." Tanya walked towards Sarah with a slow, measured step. She looked down at the chloroformed rag in her hand and her face finally broke out into a smile. "But did you know Sarah, that Harrington rigged this match? That she fed me instructions? Not enough for you to give up the game and leave early. Just enough to give you hope. To get you here, to let me win, so this scenario played out. Did you know that Sarah? You know what Sarah? You. Are. A. Complete. Hellbitch. But her? Harrington? Well. She's the devil herself!" Sarah closed her eyes as Tanya began to bring her hand up, Harrington's laughter ringing in her ear. ******** Special Agent Stacey Shackleton and Agent Erin Masterton arrived at the crosswalk seconds after the walk signal had switched to stop. Fifty meters ahead, they could see the car they'd been following pull over and wait, the two red tail lights flickering in the cold night air of a Vancouver winter. Stacey and Erin resorted to jogging on the spot as they waited for the lights to switch back to their favour again, and Stacey gave the appropriate one finger salute to a couple of guys in a passing car who lent out of their windows to wolf whistle and holler. Erin focussed her attention on the other side of the road, trying to push the ever-present cold out of mind and wondering just how much further they had to go. It was as she was weighing up the various options in the way of swear words for greeting their tour guide when they eventually met, that she suddenly had the sensation that there were a pair of eyes starring at her ass from directly behind. Swivelling around, Erin was greeted by the sight of a middle-aged man wrapped up in a very inviting coat, who had the look of someone who'd not been enjoying their evening walk until about ten seconds ago, and was now counting it as one of the best nights of their life. "Excuse me." the man said, hesitantly. "Umm. You. You are aware, right? You are aware that you are completely naked?" Erin, still jogging on the spot, breasts bouncing up and down, looked at the man with a raised eyebrow, before casting her eyes down to her exposed cleavage, and her neatly trimmed crotch. "Good God sir! No I didn't! And thank you so much, for providing this valuable snippet of the blindingly obvious!" Erin was not having a good night, and she'd decided three blocks back that "nice, polite Erin" wasn't the type of girl to have her tits and ass on display for all to see, so clearly "nice and polite Erin" was somewhere else at the moment, leaving "sarcastic and pissed off Erin" to deal with the current calamity. "And thank you so much. Thank you for seeing that what I really needed right now, right at this very moment, was an observation of the blatantly self-evident! A lesser man would have done something stupid and unnecessary like, I don't know, offering me his fucking coat or something. But you've suddenly made me realise that the reason my nipples feel like their about to fall off is that I forgot to put on any damn clothes before leaving the house! Silly me! That's certainly solved all my problems!" Erin was being to feel warmed up merely from the rant, when she felt Stacey suddenly grab her arm, and yank her on to the crosswalk. "If you've quite finished," Stacey muttered through chattering teeth, "I'd rather vent my frustrations on whoever got us here, rather than on some random idiot whose brain went into a meltdown at the sight of your naked backside!" Erin grunted a sour acknowledgement, and then joined Stacey in jogging after the car that would hopefully lead them - eventually - to the location of the captured Tess Trueheart. As the brunette and the red-head soldiered on in the cold, it almost felt like the locals were being warned ahead of time that two gorgeous, stark naked babes would be soon gracing their streets. They picked up the pace, and noticed the car did likewise to maintain a constant distance between them, and almost willed themselves to run fast enough that no-one would be able to properly see them. That was futile though, especially into what appeared to be a constant head wind, and by the time they jogged past a bar that was only just beginning to see some business for the night, they were back down to a jog. Joined temporarily on their evening excursion by a couple of bar patrons, they were even momentarily thankful that the cold at least numbed the sensation of having their asses pinched, and the wind dulled the sound of the men's thoughts on what Stacey and Erin could do with the assets on display. Eventually, the pace and the wind mercifully forced their unwanted companions back. As Stacey and Erin continued their run through the outskirts of the entertainment district, the car ahead finally took a turn towards the waterfront, and the two women found themselves pushing on towards the moonlit waters of Vancouver Harbour. ******* Harrington looked at the two still shivering, stark naked agents, and let her eyes travel from one perfect breast to another. She made no effort to hide what she was doing, and without even uttering a word she made it abundantly clear that she felt neither Stacey nor Erin deserved the privilege of direct eye contact. "Ladies. I trust your invigorating run through this beautiful city has shaken off any tiredness from what I'm sure was an exhausting flight." Neither Stacey nor Erin graced that with a response. Instead they meditated on the fact that at least their core body temperatures were increasing in the blessed warmth of the large room that sat at the back of the waterfront warehouse. Only a few minutes had passed since the car had finally led them to their destination, but already there was some colour returning to the gorgeous skin on full display. Dress Off 4: The Rescue of Tess Harrington took a couple of steps towards them, and then dismissively waved her hand at the two guards who'd remained by the door. "You won't be needed any more. Take your positions outside. When I need you, I will call. Stay out until then. These fine ladies will do me no harm, especially since they are so keen to catch up with Tess, and it would be so deeply unfortunate if something was to happen to Tess before I cared to arrange that. We are not to be interrupted." At that last point, she dragged her gaze away from where it had currently settled on Erin's upper thighs, and she fixed an unblinking stare on the guards. "No interruptions. No exceptions. Go!" The guards saluted briskly, and quickly exited the room, clearly more than relieved to be somewhere other than here, despite the remarkable nude beauties on display. As the door swung behind shut the retreating guards, Stacey heard the undeniable click of a lock. Stacey kept her eyes staring at the far wall directly in front of her, and made a show of completely ignoring Harrington as the woman walked a slow, long path around them until she was positioned behind them, between the two agents and the only way out. The next few seconds seemed to stretch into hours, as Stacey and Erin remained fixed on the spot, and Harrington seemed lost in contemplation. "So." Harrington said, finally breaking the conversational impasse. "Here we all are. You know, having followed your recent exploits on the streets outside, I feel like I know you both like dear old friends, and yet I have to confess I don't even know your names." "Shackleton. Stacey Shackleton." Stacey replied, before falling silent again. Beside her, Erin lifted her chin up slightly, and seemed to straighten up even further, as she attempted to show utmost contempt for their host with only three words. "Masterton. Erin Masterton." she said, and then almost surprised herself as she felt an unbidden smile of grim defiance sweep across her beautiful lips. "Well Stacey and Erin. Welcome to one of my modest facilities. I hope my name is no secret to you." "No it isn't Harrington." Stacey replied, deliberately keeping her voice flat and emotionless. "HQ knew your fingerprints were all over this the moment we chatted with your accomplices." Stacey paused for a moment, and then continued with a slight mocking tone entering her voice. "I think they referred to something as the 'Harrington Effect: a blend of sheer dumb luck, blind arrogance, and a massive over-confidence in one's own modest abilities'." Harrington broke out in an unpleasant laugh, and Stacey felt her come in close behind her, Harrington's breath tickling the back of Stacey's shoulders in a wholly uncomfortable way. "Oh, my dear sweet Stacey." Harrington half-whispered. "I'll happily confess I do feel somewhat modestly equipped in comparison to two such magnificent models of modern-day womanhood. Here I am, a simple woman in a simple business suit, made to feel so inadequate in the presence of two formidable agents sporting their finest birthday suits. How will I ever cope!" Harrington almost spat out the last few words. As Stacey involuntarily flinched from the venom in the Harrington voice, mere inches as she was their taunting host, she felt the woman's hand connect forcefully with her backside. Stacey gasped in surprise before she could regain her balance, and staggered forward a step. Beside her, Erin clenched her jaw as she mentally fought the urge to strike down Harrington where she stood. "How will I possibly learn to live with my own inadequacies!" This time it was Erin who received the treatment from Harrington, as the raven-haired woman delivered a hard spank on Erin's exposed and defenceless bottom. This time at least Erin managed to steel herself to the expected blow, and maintained as dignified a pose as she could manage in her current attire. "Thanks." Stacey said, barely controlling the snarl in her tone, "You're finally making this trip worthwhile!" Harrington seemed to pause for a moment, and fell silent behind them. "Well Stacey," she continued eventually, "I do take solace in being an accommodating host." The faint clink of metal on metal seemed to ring out for a couple of moments as Harrington seemed to extract something from a hidden pocket of her business suit, and Stacey and Erin then heard the unmistakable click of heel on floor as Harrington made another wide circuit around them, eventually facing them from a distance of three meters. Stacey and Erin looked briefly at the woman, trying not to betray any emotion in their eyes, before they glanced down and noticed the objects Harrington held in each hand. Harrington saw them notice what she was carrying, and lifted her hands out in front of her to offer the two women a better look. In each hand, a pair of silver handcuffs with exquisitely thin chains hung from her outstretched fingertips, and with a flourish Harrington flipped each pair of handcuffs so that she ended up holding out both handcuffs in both hands, seemingly straining to break the chains that connected each cuff. "They do look exquisite don't they? But please don't make the mistake of thinking they are fragile. Stronger women than you have found these handcuffs more than up to any challenge they could offer." Harrington smirked, and then tossed a pair of handcuffs to each of Stacey and Erin. The two agents gracefully caught them, and simply looked at Harrington with a neutral countenance. "I'm afraid that a conscientious host is also a careful host, and I fear there is one last security detail that I must take care of. Please put on the cuffs, my dears, while I fetch a few other minor tools of the trade." Stacey and Erin shared a look, and Stacey's slight shrug and faintly resigned expression was all Erin needed to know that they were going to have to play this out. As they slipped on the cuffs and heard them close shut with a click, they could sense that the thinness of the cuffs belied the quality of the devices. These weren't coming off without the key. As they settled back into their original stance, calling on all their reserves of defiance, Harrington retrieved a couple of equally thin necklaces from a secret compartment under part of the meeting room's large conference table. Making a show of displaying them to the two agents for inspection, she purposefully walked back behind them again, and began to play at the necklaces' clasps. The necklaces had been of a simple yet elegant silver design just like the handcuffs, and in other circumstances the two women may have admitted that they were beautiful in their own understated, restrained way. Harrington now made an exaggerated gesture of gently placing the necklaces around each agent's neck, practically caressing their shoulders with a light, tantalising touch as she smoothly swept their hair aside. "Wonderful!" Harrington exclaimed, almost excitedly. "Quite beautiful, I'm sure you'd agree, and they match your accessories so perfectly!" Harrington then pushed up against Stacey's back, and nearly rested her chin on Stacey's shoulder as she teasingly ran her hands down Stacey's arms until Harrington's hands arrived at the handcuffs. Slowly but firmly, Harrington then brought Stacey's hands up in front of her, making sure that her finger tips brushed up against Stacey's breasts, and traced a line from bottom to top that deliberately ran over her now very sensitive nipples. As Harrington playfully pressed Stacey's earlobe with her lips, she finally brought Stacey's hands to rest on the top of the brunette secret agent's head, and then took the chain connecting the cuffs behind her. With a sudden and effective movement, Harrington clipped something small on to both the back of the necklace and the handcuffs chain, and Stacey immediately realised that her hands were now effectively secured to her neck, and that she wouldn't be able to get her hands down much below the level of her collarbone. Barely a minute later, and with Erin now experiencing the same indignity, they heard Harrington's footsteps as she once again came around to face them. "Stacey, Erin. You're probably wondering what the handcuffs are for. Especially since I'm sure we all agree that you're far too smart to risk worsening Tess' current predicament by trying to attack me. However, sadly I can't risk you smuggling any tracking beacons into where I'll soon be taking you to. It wouldn't pay for some of your colleagues to rudely interrupt us when we have so much to discuss." Stacey snorted derisively and cast an eye over her own naked form. "I think any tracking beacons we have can safely assumed to be in that damned car." "Well," Harrington replied, with a thin smile creasing the edges of her mouth, "you see the naive operative would certainly make the assumption that the two of you are bereft of any equipment. However, we all know that the resourceful woman has a few... well... additional places to store that which we wouldn't want confiscated..." With one smooth movement, Harrington suddenly produced a medical glove from another pocket inside her suit, and then slipped it onto a hand, snapping the glove's fingers one by one in the most theatrical way imaginable. Stacey and Erin's eyes widened as they both independently realised where this was heading. "I do so regret it comes down to this, but please do take it as a token of my appreciation for your ingenuity." Stacey closed her eyes as Harrington approached softly, and began to slowly, almost lovingly run a gloved finger up her inner thigh. Arriving finally at her crotch, Harrington paused for the briefest of moments before beginning to trace around the edges of Stacey's light brown hair, taking a moment to rest on a particular spot, before then continuing on, occasionally changing direction, sometimes slowing down, before speeding up again in a remorseless fashion. As she saw Stacey's jaw visibly clench again, Harrington smirked to herself and then playfully ran two fingers underneath her and between her two ass cheeks. "So please rest assured that these handcuffs merely stop you from accidentally reacting in a way you'd regret. And since I'm nothing if not a lady, how about I let you choose if we start with your pussy, or your ass?" Even with her eyes tightly closed, Stacey could see the smile widen on Harrington's face, as the fingers continued their ceaseless, probing dance. ******* The moon glistened brightly in the midnight sky over Vancouver. Silence reigned, except for the occasional footsteps of a security patrol doing a cursory check of the surroundings. The cold night meant that the security team weren't interested in dawdling, and it was never too long before the rapidly moving footsteps disappeared back inside one of the small buildings scattered across the compound. Only the faintest noise of the sea lapping onto the nearby shore persisted for long. Against the moonlit backdrop of the winter night, the place again seemed utterly deserted until, as if like two near-invisible snowflakes falling by their lonesome out of an otherwise cloudless sky, two black-clad figures landed with pinpoint precision on the roof of the compound's two-story residential building. The two figures instantly extracted themselves from their parachutes, and expertly gathered up the material before stashing it away where it would be unlikely to roll off on to the ground below. One of the figures gracefully dashed over to the edge of the roof, footsteps making no sound as the intruder cast an expert glance around the place to see if their entrance had been detected. With a quick hand signal, the lead figure indicated to their companion that all was clear. The companion replied with their own hand signal, and pointed at a small door on the roof. The two figures darted across the roof and arrived at the door together, with one smoothly extracting a small toolkit from some hidden compartment in their outfits. With a flick of a wrist, the tool was inserted into the door lock, and with a barely perceptible click, the door swung open. Had anyone been observing that roof, they would have seen a shaft of light illuminate for a split-second what were now clearly two females in extremely tight clothing. Then the light disappeared, the door was closed, and the women were gone. ******* Harrington leaned back on the sofa in her suite, and tossed a report on to the table. It was getting late, and Harrington had plans for Trueheart in the morning that probably meant a decent nights sleep was in order. It didn't pay to be tired and grumpy when interrogating, and Harrington lived by the mantra that one should really give oneself the best conditions to thoroughly enjoy your work. And nobody - Harrington reflected - enjoyed her work more than she did. The heavy curtains that helped retain some of the heat blocked any view of the night sky, but she imagined it was bitterly cold outside. She permitted herself a half smile as she mentally pictured the naked forms of Trueheart, Shackleton and Masterton restrained to the cold concrete wall of the prison cells. They may even be pleased to see her tomorrow, although that surely wouldn't last long into the morning's festivities. They had arrived back over two hours ago from the place where they'd rendezvoused and extensively examined the two latest additions to their guest roster, and Harrington was beginning to feel the first signs of a fatiguing day. As she stifled a yawn, she took out a USB key from her jacket for what was probably the hundredth time that day, and toyed with it in her hand. Staring at the offending storage device, she tried to push away the impatience she felt at Trueheart's delaying tactics. It wouldn't matter. Soon she'd have the password to decrypt the contents, and then Decider Enterprises profiles, plans and agents would be her's to peruse. Harrington stifled a second yawn with even less success, and was about put the USB key away when she felt the muzzle of a gun rest gently against the back of her head. Her pulse immediately leapt into overdrive as she instantly thought of and discarded a dozen different plans of action. Underlying all that, she couldn't help but marvel at how quietly whoever had snuck up on her had managed to achieve their objective. "Well?" Harrington said, putting her full attention into controlling her voice and projecting an air of calmness. The muzzle remained steadfastly where it was, as a woman quietly walked around the sofa and positioned herself in front of Harrington. The woman was blonde, dressed completely in black, and had a steely determination in her eyes. So, at least two assailants then. No matter. The clothing the woman wore was not only highly functional for sneaking around in the dark, but also showed off every curve on her clearly athletic body. "Harrington. We're taking the USB key. We're taking our agents. We're taking out this place. You can choose to be alive at the end of that, or not. One wrong move, and we'll be taking that as a vote for 'or not'." "Seriously" Harrington said, bemused more than anything else by the scenario unfolding before her. "You ladies seriously think you have a chance of doing all that? I'm afraid you grossly over-estimate my value as a prisoner." The blonde woman simply shrugged and extended a hand out, clicking her fingers to indicate that Harrington was to push the USB key across the coffee table between them. Harrington paused for a moment, then returned the shrug, leaned forward and slowly pushed the USB key across the table. She leaned back again on the sofa, feeling the gun's barrel gently but persistently following her every movement, and then waited. The blonde woman reached across once Harrington was out of reach, and grabbed the USB key, quickly turning it over a couple of times as if to check it's authenticity by look and feel alone. "Okay," the blonder woman started, beginning to left her gaze up from the USB key to Harrington and her partner with the gun, "Let's g..." Harrington arched an eyebrow as a look of shock seemed to pass over the blonde woman's face, and she felt the gun muzzle suddenly pull away from her head and swing upwards. "Monica, what the hell are you doing?!" "Sorry Bree," said a voice from behind Harrington, "I can't let you take that USB key." Agent Bree Carson was frozen to the spot, USB key still cradled in her right hand, as Harrington felt movement behind her and a similarly-clad auburn-haired woman began to make her own way around the sofa, this time with the gun pointed directly at Carson. A few uncomfortable moments passed, before Harrington let out a derisive snort. "What? Surely you can't expect me to believe this little charade?" Harrington looked from Monica to Bree and back again, with an expression of unconcealed incredulousness. "Let me guess." She continued. "You're here to audition for a job, by delivering to me yet another one of Decider Enterprises disposable agents. And of course, having saved my life, I'll gratefully accept you into our organisation! Well of course, come and join our happy family, I'll create a login to our secure systems first thing in the morning!" Harrington waved a hand at Bree, who was now rapidly replacing confusion and surprise with anger and seething fury. "This is of course, not simply yet another rendition of one of the oldest tricks in the spy book." Monica didn't break her focus on Bree for a split-second, as she rummaged through a hidden pocket in her body-hugging garment and finally pulled another USB key out. "Oh I don't expect you to believe me when I say I'm interested in changing sides just because of this little thing." Monica replied, waving the gun slightly why still keeping it trained on Bree. "I expect you to believe me because I have the USB key you'll need to decipher the one you've already got." Harrington's look of disbelief flickered slightly, as she looked at the USB key in Monica's hand, and then reached out to take it from her. Monica pulled her hand away before Harrington could take it though, and waved a finger in the air. "Ah, ah. Not so fast. I'd like certain assurances. Certain guarantees of safety and remuneration. After that, you get the USB key, and a quick lesson on how we were able to find you." Bree looked on at the horror show playing out in front of her. "Why?" she whispered. "Oh you know. Money. Power. Nothing personal Bree." "Bitch!" Monica shrugged her shoulders and made a face as if to say "yeah, but what are you going to do about it?" Harrington looked on, and narrowed her eyes. "Sorry Monica, but I've been around long enough to smell a setup when I'm witnessing one." Monica turned to face Harrington for the first time, anger flashing in her eyes. "Listen. I came here at great personal risk. You need me, and ..." She didn't get any further though. Bree seized the opportunity brought about by Monica's loss of attention to suddenly close the gap between the two of them. With lightning speed, she grabbed Monica's gun arm, and brought her right foot up and around in a graceful arc that connected expertly with Monica's chin. The would-be traitor collapsed instantly. As Harrington herself reacted, Bree forced the gun out the now prone Monica's hand, and swung the handle of the gun with full force against the side of Harrington's temple. In that instant, and with barely a second passed since Bree had been at gunpoint, Harrington's world went as black as the night outside. ******** Harrington stirred and groaned, and slowly came to the realisation that she was lying flat on her back on the hard floor next to the sofa. Pain flooded back to the forefront of her mind. She experimentally opened an eye, and immediately regretted it as the lights of her apartment sent spasms shooting through her brain. She groaned again, and struggled to lift herself on to her elbows with her eyes tightly closed. The fog was slowly beginning to clear from her mind as she desperately tried to remember exactly what had happened. Dress Off 4: The Rescue of Tess As Harrington opened her eyes again, she took the precaution of turning her face to the side so the light wouldn't seem so bright. In doing so, she found her eyes focussing on the prone figure of a woman lying nearby. Memories started crashing back, and her lips were already curling up into a snarl as she heard the heavy footsteps of a security team enter the apartment. She squinted at the door. There were two guards standing framed against the entrance way, seemingly unsure what to make of the scene. Idiots, she thought. "Get her up on her feet, and secure her to the ring." Harrington ordered, gesturing to a metal ring that was fixed to the ceiling for when Harrington felt like entertaining guests while surrounded by a few more home comforts. The two guards snapped to attention and quickly made their way over to Monica, who was gradually returning back to the land of the conscious. Monica grunted as the two security guards unceremoniously hauled her to her feet. One guard had to hold her upright while the other produced a pair of handcuffs connected by a long chain. The chain was quickly fed through the metal ceiling ring, and then Monica's unprotesting arms were raised over her head so that her hands could be secured with the cuffs. With the agent suitably restrained, Harrington gingerly got up, waving away the feeble attempts at assistance from her demonstrably incompetent security team. Touching the side of her face where the gun handle had hit her, she felt a bruise welling up, and looked balefully at Monica. Harrington reached over to a phone that sat on the coffee table, and hit a number on the speed dial. Without bothering to wait for any answer from the other end, she simply said "We have a guest in the compound who has lost her way. Find her and bring her to me." Tossing the phone back to it's resting place, she turned on the two guards and treated them both to an icy stare. "You better hope we get something useful out of this prisoner to make this evening's events worthwhile, or I'll be asking some pretty pointed questions about how you idiots let two enemy agents get so close." Both guards visibly blanched at this, and exchanged a worried glance. Harrington had moved her attention back to Monica though now, as the agent opened her eyes. Harrington smirked as she saw realisation dawn in Monica's eyes as to her current predicament. She gave her prisoner a couple of minutes to gather her wits, before continuing. "Okay Monica." Harrington said, walking over to a drawer and extracting a pair of scissors, "You have until I've cut all your clothing off to convince me that I shouldn't then throw you in with the other three naked bitches that Decider Enterprises decided it could do without." Monica's eyes focussed on the scissors as Harrington slowly made her way over to the restrained woman, and make a futile attempt at pulling away as Harrington delicately ran the blades over her outfit. "So, Monica. What could you possible have or know that I may be interested in?" Monica flinched as the scissors were brought to her neck line, and then used to create a large cut in the top of her outfit. "The USB key. The one you have only has half the data." Monica said, quickly getting the words out as enough material was cut to reveal the black sports bra underneath. "Already aware of that Monica." Harrington replied, gripping the now torn material and yanking it so the tear went all the way down to her equally black panties. Harrington smoothed back the material and ran a hand over Monica's incredibly well-toned stomach. "Yes, but the password only works if you interleave the data on both USB keys. You can't decrypt one without the other." Monica said, trying not to be distracted by Harrington's caressing touch. "Mildly interesting." Harrington granted. "Of course, due to your friend Bree overpowering us both, I now have neither USB key, so we return back to the point that so far everything you've said is currently useless." Harrington quickly brought the scissors up again and cut loose the arms on Monica's outfit, exposing her arms. "Running out of outfit Monica." Harrington warned. Monica tried to focus again. "I can tell you the location of Decider Enterprise's base." "So can Trueheart or Shackleton or Masterton, and they'll each get their chance to talk in exchange for a break from my sybian." Harrington now made a couple of expert cuts around the shoulders, and then pulled the entire outfit down so that it massed at the helpless Monica's feet. The agent was now left with just her bra and panties to maintain her dignity. "I can tell you how we traced you here!" Monica said, almost at a shout. "Aren't you curious how we traced you here? You searched Stacey and Erin at a completely different place before coming here." Harrington paused for a moment, and then reached behind Monica, made three more snips, and pulled her bra away. Monica's breasts weren't huge, but the quality was undeniable. Harrington rested the cold metal of the scissors against each breast, and then gently took Monica's chin in her other hand. "I searched both women. I found a tracking device in Shackleton's ass. No sign of surgery to suggest they'd had anything implanted. I even ran a sweeper over their bodies. They have no more tracking devices on them." Harrington paused again, reflecting on the fact that the sweeper actually rendered her subsequent exploration of Shackleton's pussy somewhat redundant. Still, while Harrington was a firm believer that science had its place, that place certainly wasn't between her and a good time. "Still, it did strike me as odd that the two would be so easy to take in. You have my interest, for a moment at least. Make that count." Monica gulped as Harrington moved the scissors to her panties. "Fleshpacks. They're both wearing fleshpacks. Incredibly thin packs that stick to your back. They're skin coloured and moulded to your shape and skin tone. Practically invisible. Most people completely miss them, too busy focussing on other parts of the anatomy. They lie dormant most of the time, but if they detect that someone has been standing still for a long time, they send out a brief transmission. The rest of the time, the material blocks any outgoing or incoming signal, so they're incredibly hard to detect unless you're actively listening out for them." The captured agent got that out in one breath, and took several seconds to catch her breath again as she tensely watched for what Harrington's next action would be. Harrington held the scissors poised ready with her right hand, with the left side of Monica's panties resting between the blades, and looked deep into her eyes. She thought she saw a flicker of something behind the fear, although perhaps that was just her imagination. Slowly, she leaned even closer to the helpless and nearly naked Monica, until their lips were almost touching. Running her left hand gently over Monica's exposed thighs, she waited until she could feel Monica exhale and then kissed her firmly, forcing her tongue into the woman's mouth, and momentarily making it difficult for Monica to breath in. The prisoner began to struggle as she tried to catch her breath, and Harrington now brought her left hand around to the back of Monica's head, so that the auburn-haired agent couldn't pull her head away. Playfully biting Monica on the lip, Harrington then suddenly pulled away again and smiled as Monica gasped for air. "I believe you. For now. We'll see just how useful you can be, and for your sake you better hope that this will turn out to be very, very useful indeed." Harrington gave what might almost have been mistaken as a friendly smile on the face of someone else, before casually closing the scissors on the panty material still bunched up between the scissor blades. As Monica's panties began to slide down her legs, Harrington dropped the scissors and grabbed Monica's breasts with both hands, squeezing hard until she heard Monica let out an involuntarily squeal. "And if you ever, ever, betray me, like you seem to have betrayed your previous employers," Harrington said, letting go of one breast and aiming a firm slap at Monica's helpless pussy, "Then you and I will have session that will make Trueheart's adventures with the sybian seem like a walk in the park." Harrington gestured for one of the guards to take away the remains of Monica's clothing, and for the other to release the stark-naked woman from the handcuffs. "You're on probation. Your uniform is what you're wearing right now. Please me, and maybe we'll see about getting you something slightly more appropriate for the season. Pray that I do not have too many outdoor errands for you to complete in the meantime." Harrington smiled again at her fully naked recruit. "Welcome to the team." ******* The air in the concrete prison cell had a stinging cold edge to it. It was nearly pitch black inside, with only a thin sliver of light breaking through a small barred window in the heavy door to offer any sort of illumination. The three woman inside were lined up on the opposing wall to the door, and the cold that permeated through the concrete left no doubt that it was an externally facing wall, and promised to only get colder as the hours progressed. Stacey and Erin were beginning to lose track of how much time had passed since they'd be transported here from the warehouse where they'd first met Harrington. The initial excitement of seeing Tess alive and in one piece was now being tempered by the cold and the waiting. At least the three agents were together though, albeit shackled to the wall in a spread-eagle fashion, with nothing to stop the bitter air from nipping at their exposed private parts. Stacey shifted as much as her restraints would allow, her ass in particular still sore from the intrusive probing that Harrington had subjected her to. "So how exactly do you know Harrington?" Stacey asked. "We go back a long way. She ran a version of Dress Off once upon a time." "She was one of us then?" Erin said, surprised. "No, she was never one of us. She was never like us. Her version of Dress Off sought only to take the winner, to find those who would humiliate their opposition. Her version never gave the other contestant a fair chance." "And we...?" Stacey said, leaving the question hanging in the air. "Oh, I know you both suffered humiliation. I know you both were stripped and left bare, exposed to the world around you. But it was never really about humiliating you. It was about freeing good, strong, talented women from your old lives, and giving you the motivation and the strength of spirit to find a better one. To serve a greater purpose. Harrington had an altogether different purpose" Stacey and Erin fell silent. They were contemplating what Tess had told them when the tiny sliver of light from the door suddenly became a torrent. As the women blinked against the sudden brightness that surrounded them, Harrington marched into the room flanked by two armed guards. "Hope you two are enjoying seeing your friend in the flesh, as it were. As you've undoubtedly gathered by now, Tess and I have been enjoying each other's company, and she's in fine shape." Harrington stopped in the middle of the cell, and sighed. "Sadly, it turns out we're all going to have to move again. You see, a new friend of mine has kindly informed me that my thorough examination of you two wasn't quite as thorough as I'd hoped. One guard stepped forward, released Erin from her shackles, and dragged her over to where Harrington waited. Harrington had the guard present Erin's back to her, and cast a curious eye over Erin's flawless skin. Running a finger over her back, Harrington abruptly grabbed what looked like a tiny bit of loose skin, and with a satisfied smirk she yanked at it mercilessly. Erin yelped as the skin seemingly pealed away from her back, only to reveal equally flawless skin underneath. The guard now spun Erin around to face Harrington, and the raven-haired woman slapped Erin across the face before throwing the fleshpack into the corner. "Next." she ordered. Erin was immediately returned to her shackles before she even had a chance to spit on her tormentor, and it was then Stacey's turn to be presented to Harrington. "You know, I was never quite sure if I'd be able to break Tess and get the code. Once we get to our new home though, and once it settles into your minds that no-ones finding you until I decide to let them, then I rather suspect Tess will tell me everything I ever wanted. Just to stop your orgasms from ravaging those beautiful bodies of yours. Thank you for being the answer to my dilemma." "No, thank you for being the answer to mine." a voice rang out behind them. Agent Bree Carson stood at the entrance to the cell with Monica's gun trained on Harrington. "Harrington, we must stop running into each other like this. If you'd be so kind as to step away from my fellow agents, we'll be leaving now." Bree indicated with the gun for Harrington to back away, but the raven-haired woman stayed exactly where she was. "Really Bree, I'd expected more. The two guards I have with me may not be the smartest to grace our good earth, but they're handy enough with the guns they're carrying. Put down the gun before you get yourself hurt. You're in the middle of a secure compound, you're not going anywhere." Bree nodded her head briefly in acknowledgement of what Harrington had said. "You make a fair point Harrington, but thankfully I always have a Plan B." Bree raised her arms slightly higher while keeping the gun pointed at Harrington, with the end result that everyone now had an unimpeded view of her chest, which perfectly framed her beautiful breasts in the skin-tight black material of her outfit. "Hypno-boobs, on!" Bree called out. Suddenly, the black material that covered her breasts began to change into a shape-shifting collection of colours, an entrancing array of vivid reds, flowing greens, shimmering blues, among a veritable kaleidoscope of other hues and tones. As the colours danced around her cleavage, Bree lowered the gun and placed her hands on her hips, pushing her shoulders back to emphasis the curves on her chest even more. For a moment, Harrington felt herself being drawn into the colours. For a few seconds, she was unable to break her focus away from a pair of bright red nipple-shaped objects that seemed to be fixed in the middle, while all around them the patterns ebbed and flowed. She blinked once though, and then again, and then accompanied that with a shake of her head as she finally cleared her mind, and re-focussed on Bree's face. "Bree, Bree, Bree. If that was Plan B, then I hope like hell you've got a decent Plan C. Perhaps your crotch plays a tune or something that lulls us to sleep?" Bree continued to smile. "Harrington, I never for a moment dreamed that this little trick would fool you." "Well bitch, if you're out of futile last-ditch token gestures, how about we..." Harrington suddenly stopped, her face betraying a moment of doubt. This was followed swiftly by tensing of the jaw, and the emphasis in Bree's last comment struck her across the face just as hard as the pistol handle had done earlier on. "Well, fuck." Harrington said, softly, with a note of resignation evident. She didn't even have to turn around to know that the two armed guards she'd been counting on were now completely under the thrall of Bree's ample assets. "Guards, please be so kind as to release Erin and Tess." Bree said sweetly. "As you command." one of the men replied dully. Harrington swore again and briefly considered trying to overpower one of them. Too many of them though, and Bree was too far away to take out quickly. Damn! The click of shackles behind her told her that Erin and Tess were now free, and that she was outnumbered six to one. "I hope you're not expecting me to talk." Harrington snarled. "No, not at all. I'm sure you're just as stubborn as Tess is brave." Bree replied, "However I took the liberty of relieving you of your USB drive, and I think it's time we leave. Clearly we've overstayed our welcome." "Fuck you!" Harrington spat back. "Actually, I was rather hoping you'd go fuck yourself!" Bree responded, brightly. Tess now stepped forward and stood in front of the hypnotised guards. "Gentlemen. Please take Harrington to her interrogation room and secure her to her sybian. Once she is securely in, set the device to interrogation pattern 3, and make sure that the remote control and keys to the restraints are suitably lost. Harrington is to have an uninterrupted couple of hours to reflect on what a naughty, naughty woman she's been." "As you command." the guard repeated, in a trance. "Don't think this is over, Trueheart." Harrington said, in a whisper that carried an unmistakable hatred. "Actually," Bree interrupted, "I've just had an idea that gives Harrington a sporting chance, in the spirit of fairness." Bree smiled serenely at Harrington, and winked. "You're welcome, no thanks necessary." Turning back to the guards now, Bree said "Guards, once Harrington is securely in and the device is on, then one of you is to take the controller and the restraint keys to a busy nightclub somewhere in the city. You are to remain there until a naked woman arrives to take them off you. The other one is to inform a certain slut by the name of Monica that Harrington here wants to see her. After that, you are to go to the power room and make sure the door can't be opened and the power can't be turned off." Bree looked at Harrington, who looked back with an expression full of loathing. "That is all, thank you." Bree ended, sharply. Harrington let out a final string of curses as the guards fixed her hands behind her back with a pair of cuffs, and then marched her off to the interrogation room. Tess, Stacey, Erin and Bree all looked on as the three others disappeared down the corridor. After the sound of footsteps faded away, Stacey broke the silence. "Come on, let's get out of here before the alarm is raised." Tess grabbed Bree's arm. "Bree, you have the USB key, but Harrington must have made copies. We've got to get them." Bree held Tess' hand and gave a comforting smile. "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. All under control, in fact. We brought with us one of our top computer experts. The Director's idea, really. Don't think of Monica's defection as losing an agent. Think of it as gaining a mole." Bree winked and then went to leave, before stopping and turning back to face Tess, Stacey and Erin. "I've got to say girls, we might want to find something for you to slip into. You're making me feel uncomfortably over-dressed!" ******** Harrington's naked body glistened with sweat as a second orgasm ripped through her stretched body. Her hands were bound high above her head, while her legs were splayed out and locked down with foot restraints. The sybian pushing into her crotch ran through the pattern of vibrations and speeds that Harrington herself had designed, and she grunted helplessly as the device finished teasing another response out of her incredibly sensitive pussy. As she struggled to get control over herself, the door to the interrogation room opened for the first time since the guards had left with the controller, the keys, and every stitch of clothing she'd had on. Harrington let out an uncontrollable gasp as the equally naked Monica walked into the room, and stopped in surprise. "What the hell's going on?!" Monica exclaimed. "Some guard came and told me you wanted to see me, and another guard was welding the power room door to it's frame as I came over." "Get." Harrington spat out, as the device kicked up a gear again, and she felt drool form in her mouth." Get. The. Fucking. Restraint Keys."