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Subject: {ASSM} NEW! Perfect Applicant part 8 (Ff, stockings, control)
Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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***I'm running a bit dry on ideas here, so suggestions from bondage, Ff, or
pantyhose lovers would be great!!  Do you like ***the story?  What would you
like to see?  Let me know!

This story is not intended to be viewed by persons under the age of 18, or
under whatever age is considered adulthood in your neck of the world. It has
no basis in reality, and is intended as a fantasy only.  If over the age in
question, please use your own good judgment.



***Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!!

(archaic69@hotmail.com)
Now enjoy!

The Perfect Applicant (Ff, mc, hosiery fetish)    PART 8



    "Ahhh..."
    "Ohh..."
    "Ugh..."
    Allison Taxton, a knowing smile on her lips, waited a moment more before
entering the nurse's quarters at the HSA.
    "OHHnnhhhhh!!"
    That was it.
    The door slid open mechanically, to such a sight as only a masochistic
lesbian domme like herself could appreciate.  The applicant, a
twenty-something brunette named Jennifer Grey, twisted and jutted her torso
atop the examining table to which she'd been bound.  Above her head, her
hands clutched at the empty air, oblivious in her current throes to the
thick leather straps which held her wrists together.  She was still becoming
introduced to her predicament, a confused state further hindered by the
dressy tights drawn about her eyes in a makeshift blindfold.  Allison noted
that her captive's jaw worked furiously, proper speech refused by the
narcotic
injection of mere minutes ago, but low-pitched whimpers and angry squeals
slid through gritted teeth.
    The security officer had acted zealously, it appeared, with Ms.
Grey's clothing.  Jacket and blouse hung over the back of a nearby chair,
and Jennifer's grapefruit-like tits flopped to and fro within the looseness
of her silken camisole.  The pinstripe skirt she'd worn was similarly
discarded, crumpled on the floor beneath the nurse's feet.  The nurse seemed
to like it there, pinning it beneath her black flats as a conquest though it
kept her removed from the fun at hand.
    Allison's eyes roved further south, took in Jennifer's muscular legs
moving rhythmically, distractedly, inching forwards and then jerking back as
much as the stirrups which held them aloft would allow.  They were bare down
to just above the knees, where her struggles were further inhibited by the
restraining waistband of her midnight-blue nylons, which had evidently been
wrenched down in preparation for this evening's session.
    Jennifer gave a short little gasp then, but pursed her lips back
together as though outraged at the admission.  Ms. Green, from her kneeling
position at the end of the table (the one beholden to her twin, swollen
pussy
lips) turned from her feast to give Allison a quick, "See how she likes it?"
type of grin.  Allison merely nodded coolly in response.  This was nothing.
Green claimed victory in a stifled gasp, a muzzled moan from a woman whose
tongue was so deadened by drugs that she couldn't scream her outrage.  When
Allison was done with young Ms. Grey, the woman would wake each morning
conducting her every movement towards Allison's pleasure.  And then thanking
her for the opportunity.
    Allison folded her arms beneath her breasts, watched the scene, and
waited.  Of particular interest to her were Ms. Grey's stocking feet, bound
at the ankle about two feet apart, as was common with medical stirrups.
They moved back a bit, then forward, drawn through their bindings during
Jennifer's struggles, but seldom did the dark nylon mesh which enwrapped
them wrinkle, or stretch to conform to curling toes.  Indications that, as
much as Jennifer might begrudgingly enjoy the bumpy tongue gliding along her
clitoris, she was far from a true state of arousal.  Yes, it might be due
to the drugs, but those should be fading quickly.  More likely Ms. Green's
performance down there was amateurish.  Like Tristen, the woman had her
uses, but also like Tristen, she was better versed in temporary, forceful
domination than in the subtler art of true manipulation.
    Enough.  "Enough," Allison snapped.  Let this ruse end.  In time,
Jennifer would be brought about, but she was not in the state for it now.
"Dress her.  I want her back into the clothing she wore here today.  If
you've ruined any of it with your games, replace it with stock similar
enough to fool me when I come back."  She turned to regard the nurse: "Tell
Tristen that I expect our mutual pet to be prepped for her role in the tour.
I will be back in 15 minutes.  Be ready."
    The nurse, a statuesque black, whose long, muscular legs alone
could've snapped Allison in half, merely looked down at the floor.  "Yes,
Mistress."

                                        *********

    If not for her bondage, Jennifer Grey would've kicked herself.  How
could she have been so stupid?  The whole thing, a ruse, a facade disguising
what she could only now venture guesses about: the true nature of the HSA.
How deeply did it run?  Was everyone involved?  She'd nearly cried when she
heard Tristen's name mentioned.  Jennifer had been so sure that she couldn't
be in it.  And these two: the Amazon and the nurse.  They'd had her hook,
line, and sinker.  But perhaps...perhaps things could be salvaged.
    That butch Germanic bitch had finally moved out from between her legs.
In truth, Jennifer's little noises had mostly been an awkward joke.  She'd
had her cunt licked by experts: the team quarterback in college, and a
young, pleaser newbie back at the Agency.  This bitch didn't come close.
Jennifer just hoped to keep her distracted until the drugs wore off, which
they apparently had.  She had no doubt now that she could speak, but kept
her silence so as to be perceived more vulnerable.
    "Keep her blindfold on, Ms. Green.  At least until we've dressed her."
The nurse.  That hideous woman.  She was supposed to be a healer!  Inwardly,
Jennifer scoffed.  Hippocratic oath, indeed!
    "Now, now, Ms. Grey," the thick voice of Ms. Green reverberated through
the room as Jennifer felt her wrists being unbound.  "I realize that you're
probably a little shaken from what we've shared, but if you're a good girl,
and stand and walk when we say, perhaps you will be given to me again."
    Jennifer merely moaned non-commitally, waiting to be untied. 'I don't
want to give her the pleasure,' she thought.  And at that moment, blood
flowed back into her hands.  The leather cuffs had been removed.
    "Quickly, Green.  Get her cuffed again."
    Jennifer did her best to sit up, and pulled her arms to her sides in an
attempt to escape further bondage.  Her balance was immediately thrown
however, by both the disorienting blindfold and the elevated position of her
leather-bound feet.  She was stopped with a sharp slap across the face.
    "Little bitch!  Stay still!"  Jennifer's cheek stung painfully.  She
decided, for now, to do as she was told.
    She was hefted by the shoulders and held seated upright on the table, at
which point she felt first one arm, then the other, pulled through the
sleeves of her blouse.  The jacket came next, pulled on tightly,
straightened into alignment with her shoulders, then buttoned just below her
breasts.  A new pair of cuffs, metal from the feel of it, was then slapped
onto her wrists, and held them behind her back  All the while they spoke to
her.
    Ms. Green, slipping the buttons through the little holes on her blouse:
"We've waited what feels like a very long time for this, Ms. Grey."  A hand
playing at smoothing the rumpled clothing, grazing her breasts until
Jennifer, embarrassed and angry, felt her nipples pushing against her
camisole.  Jennifer could feel Green's warm breath on her cheek as she
continued, softly: "Such a pretty specimen.  Did you-" a flick on her stiff
nipple "-come to shut us down, Pretty Jenny?"
    Jennifer gritted her teeth behind closed lips.  She would not answer.
She would not give this woman the satisfaction.
    With her legs still bound, the nurse should've had to struggle with the
wadded stockings at her knees, but no.  As she took her turn to speak at Ms.
Grey, she glided the silky blue sheath up easily, adjusting and
straightening until Jennifer's soft brown vulva was tucked into its
sheer blue package.  "You should just answer, sugar.  You may think we're
monsters here, but we're really just trying to be friends."  A quick pat to
her pussy served to punctuate the remark.  "If you try to play with Ms.
Taxton like this, dear, she'll make us look like saints."
    Lord, the indignity.  Jennifer Grey could feel her face redden.
    New shackles were placed just above her calves before her ankles were
pulled from the stirrups, then they were quickly slid down to fill the
absence.  Jennifer felt further manhandled as the women swung her bound legs
over the end of the table, positioning her to receive her skirt from the
afternoon. 'Was it really just this afternoon?' she thought, despairing.
'No, Jenny, keep a level head.  Take advantage of your situation.'  Although
as she sat there, bound hand and foot while being dressed by her rapists,
she
found it hard to be positive.
    At last she was allowed to stand.  Her stocking feet went up on their
tip-toes briefly upon touching the cold floor.
    "You may recall, Ms. Grey, how much I liked your shoes earlier."  She
could hear Ms. Green pacing before her, while the nurse retained a firm grip
on her shoulders.  "Indeed, I would've fucked you in them, had we the time."
Continued pacing, but not in shoes, or even stockings it seemed.  It sounded
as though Green's feet were bare.  "We are simple girls, here, Ms. Grey.
You'll see that soon enough.  I would like a pair of your shoes myself."
She paused, then closed the space between them.  A quick movement and a
slight tug at her hair, Jennifer could suddenly see again.  The blindfold
had been removed.
    She was no less helpless, however.  She blinked rapidly, eschewing the
onslaught of illumination which, ironically, blocked her vision still.  As
the spots across her vision faded, she saw the powerful blonde drawing on
the second leg of her shiny black dress tights.  'So that's what that smell
was,' Jennifer thought.
    As Ms. Green finished, she turned to regard the shoes where they rested,
upright and shiny in the abundant light.  She turned back to Jennifer, and
Jennifer saw for the first time a beautiful girl, eyes gleaming with the
delight of a child in a candy store.  But there was cruelty there as well.
She paced over, took one shoe in each hand, and returned to Jennifer as
though showing her something new.  'They're MY fucking shoes!' Jennifer
thought angrily, the inappropriateness of the idea lost amidst the pure
girlishness that comes out in such encounters.
    "I like them, Jenny.  Be a good girl.  Tell me: where did you get them?"
    Jennifer tried to draw herself straight up.  The shoes were nothing
special, a simple pseudo-loafer, black and shiny, leather with a thick,
three-inch heel.  But that wasn't the point.  Jennifer Grey smiled, met her
eyes, and said nothing.
    She could feel the nurse's grip tighten on her shoulders.
    Ms. Green approached her again, leaned in close, so close that their
jackets rustled together and their breasts touched.  She whispered in
Jennifer's ear.  "Where...did...you get them?"
    Jennifer, again, held her peace.
    Green stepped back, a frustrated smile breaking her pretty, solid,
sorority
girl face.  "Fine.  Fine, Ms. Grey.  You had to do it the hard way!  Nurse,
hold her!"  With that, Jennifer felt one arm threaded in between her back
and bindings, pulling her off her feet.  The other hand tangled itself in
her soft brown hair, and used it as a handle to tug her
head backwards.
    With a few rapid moves, Jennifer had been rendered almost puppet-like by
the strong black woman at her back.  Her bound, stocking feet couldn't grant
her the leverage to even steady herself as they slipped about on the metal
floor.  Green advanced on her struggling form with a vengeance, holding one
of her shoes as though to club her with the heel.  But no, as she
approached, the nurse tugged her now-tangled mane anew, and the pain was
enough to make Jennifer call out.  There was no sound, however, for as her
lips finally parted Green
determinedly PUSHED the shoe into her yelping orifice!
    The taste was horrendous.  And it enveloped Jennifer's tongue before
she'd even realized what had happened, a thick,
dirty, leather tang that nearly made her gag.  She shouted angrily around
her new mouthpiece, obscenities that any sailor would be proud of, but all
that made it out were the obvious muffled cries.
"MMMPPPPPHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!"
    The nurse held her tightly, expecting the outbursts, while Ms. Green
sadistically withdrew the leather shoe a bit before pushing it back in,
smiling all the while.
    "MMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
    "On second thought, Jenny, you may keep your shoe," Ms. Green chuckled.
"Nurse?"
    The nurse handled her writhing form easily, dodging the infantile kicks
her shackles couldn't withhold and spinning her roughly around to face the
table once again.  "Honey, I warned ya.  You don't want to start here this
way.  C'mon, now, honey, bend over here now.  Just go back over the table
like before."
    But Jennifer remembered "before" over the table, and suddenly the shoe
dangling awkwardly from her jaws became a low priority.  With renewed vigor
she struggled, her vicious thrusts and kicks creating such a display as
could seldom be seen outside of a rodeo.  Capably though, the nurse and Ms.
Green handled her, overpowering her slim frame with precise and unyielding
force.  Within seconds, she was bent at the waist, her heaving breasts
mashed against the cold steel of the examining table, the leather shoe tied
in place between her jaws, and her pinstriped navy skirt shucked up around
her waist.
    What was presented to Ms. Green, as the nurse sat Indian-style on their
captive's back, was one of the prettiest, pinkest, pantyhosed backsides she
had ever seen.
      It was breathtaking to have a woman so prone.  Her legs were straight,
feet flat on the floor, apart no more than six inches.  They were also
sheathed in stockings that, while stressed, amazingly showed no signs of
runs.  The cotton gusset of her hose peaked out cutely at the point where
the underside of her bottom started to diminish into her crotch, a small
spot of white
practicality amidst a sea of silken blue sex.  Green couldn't resist
touching it lightly with her index finger.
    "MMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!!"
    Jennifer was exhausted, mortified, and near tears.  But her fight wasn't
completely gone.
    In her left ear, her seductress whispered: "Ms. Grey?  These are such
pretty
pantyhose."
    "Mmph."
    "May I ask...Where did you get them?"
    "Fmph YUMMph!"
    It was clear enough.  Ms. Green pulled back and exchanged a knowing
glace with the nurse.  This one was strong.  Well, so much the better.  She
picked
up the other shoe from where it sat on the table, temporarily forgotten.
Turning it in her hand, she admired its shape, color, and condition.  A
shame that Ms. Grey would not reveal her sources.  Yet.  Vengefully, she
raised it into the air.
    The first blow landed just under the right buttock, and Jennifer was
quite taken aback by it.  Then the second.  By the third, she was squealing,
struggling, and stamping her sexy stocking feet in panic.  Again and again,
Ms. Green brought the rubber sole against her buttocks in fierce, punishing
strikes.
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    There was no rhythm to adjust to, as there'd been when her father had
struck her, so many years ago.  She'd expect a blow to the right cheek, and
the left would quiver from a spank.  She'd tense and wait for attacks which
were several seconds in coming, while others left her not a second to catch
her breath.  But if there was one consistent element, it was the strength of
that bitch's arm.  Never were the slaps to her hosed rump playful or gentle;
there was a fury in them that managed to make even her extraordinarily firm
cheeks undulate beneath her stockings.
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    WHAP!
    At first she had managed not to cry out.  She'd clenched her teeth into
the rubber heel between her lips as though it were her only friend.  But as
the nurse too began to torment her, rubbing herself hornily on Jennifer's
pinned form, she started to groan like a punished child.
    WHAP!
    "Where...did...you get...your pretty things... Jenny?"  Ms. Green
    "Ohnnhh!"
    WHAP!
    "Must I...hit you...some more, Jenny...with your sexy shoe?"
    Jennifer had her eyes closed, and tried to deaden herself to all
sensations.  Her jaws ached; the acrid taste of dirty shoe leather would not
go away.
    WHAP!
    She grunted meaninglessly in response.  She wouldn't give this bitch an
answer.  She knew it was all just an excuse to beat her, and she would not
cave in now.
    WHAP!
    Her bottom burned. The hosiery was no protection.
    WHAP!
    "Ohnh!"
    It went on like that for some time.  For so long, in fact, that the
promise of Allison Taxton's eventual return fled from all of their minds.
But time has a way of passing, regardless of its perception, and it was
stroke 35 before the door slid open to admit the HSA's head mistress.
    And when she did walk in, the activity before her was not pleasing.
    "Ms. Green!  Unhand that young lady AT ONCE!"
    She flinched, shoe in mid-swing, and hastily stepped away from her
punished victim.  The nurse moved quickly as well, dismounting Jennifer and
attempting to melt into the background.  Allison was very, very stringent
with her specifications.  And this little bit of play had NOT been
authorized.


*******************

    It was a moment or so before Agent Jennifer Grey regained her senses,
but she heard a lot of screaming in the interim.  When she could finally
hobble gently around despite her cuffed ankles and swollen thighs, she found
the room empty of all save Ms. Taxton and herself.  Strangely, that was the
scariest circumstance of all.

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