A Cosplay Concern starring Sharon Carter

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The following is a superheroines in peril role play chat converted to story form:

"Welcome to Mighty Heroine Studios."

The door opened to a studio apartment on the fourth floor of seven-story building. Off to the left was indeed a studio. Both tripod cameras and a laptop video camera directed the path towards an open floor area. To the right, a closed door gave the impression of the bedroom and bath area.

The man whom owned the apartment seemed to be about 30 years old. Black spectacles adorned his rather non-descript facial features. He looked like one of the bookworms from the college library except maybe 10 years older than the average student.

The young blond haired FBI agent Sharon Carter, wearing a blouse and skirt, trying not to look too professional, wore what most would describe as business casual. She looked around but was careful not to look like she was overly concerned about her surroundings as she ventured undercover, posing as a post grad master's student. She smiled warmly, seeing the camera setup and noticing the closed door. Her curiosity peaked and she wondered what was behind closed doors.

He offered his hand. "Your name was again?" he asked.

She looked back at him and she extended her hand in kind. "My name is Sarah Rogers. That is quite the setup you have." she said, trying to stroke his ego while trying to make small talk.

The man smiled. "Sarah. So nice to meet you." He shook her hand, professionally. Not doing the whole "kiss the hand" bit some men would do. "Well, as you can see, this is the studio. I have a few props I will be providing as we work. Have you ever done any cosplay before?" He led her into the apartment, closing the door behind them. But not locking it.

Sharon opted to lie about who she was as little as possible to be effective in her undercover work so she admitted the truth which she believed he might be able to discern from how she looked a little like a fish out of water. Which was not surprising. Most of the girls who answered his ad were not cosplay experts. "Um. no. I .. I haven't done much cosplay before, but, I... I'm sure I can get the handle of it," she said, trying to keep the mood upbeat, not wanting to be rejected due to no experience. She walked further in, looking around curiously like any aspiring model would. "Have you been doing this long?" she inquired, trying to get as much info as she could. This was her only lead and there wasn't much information she was able to get before coming here.

Four young female university students had vanished within the past two weeks and the only lead they had was that two of them had answered an online ad looking for women to do some cosplay modeling.

The same ad Sharon was answering now.

The man nodded and opened a cooler and offered her a bottle of water. "Nerves getting you? It's pretty common for a first timer modeling. Well, what the basic premise will be is dressing up and posing as a superheroine. A very popular trend on the internet. We just started our own website about four months ago and it's been a pretty big hit. I think our fans love the fresh faces instead of the porn star girls other sites are using."

"I ..I understand." Agent Carter nodded her head as he talked, hearing his tone, and choice of words. She started to size him up a little as well. Nothing he had said or done had set off any alarm bells to Sharon who had what she thought was a good sense of intuition.

She saw his eyes looking over her sexy curvy body; her blouse and skirt covering everything although they did showcase and accentuate her curves. 'I am at a modeling agency,' she thought so she tried not to react as she had his eyes inspecting her body.

Sharon never thought of a modeling career. She would feel too embarrassed to have her face and body on a cosplay site and the men she worked with, whom she was trying hard to convince she is a capable agent, would likely tease and taunt her. 'This is for a case,' she reminded herself as she buried any hesitations.

"I have some leotards and swimsuits in a closet if you want to go through a few of them while we discern the best way to dress you up."

"That sounds good Mr..?"

"How rude of me! Raines. Samuel Raines." He chuckled. "First time modeling of any kind?"

"Yes. I haven't really modeled at all really, I sure you can tell " she said jovially.

He stopped eyeing her and turned so as to not be looking at her at all. "Let me guess. Student loans are a bitch."

She nodded. "Yes, they are!" Her response was honest and genuine. Sharon Carter was not a master's student like she was pretending to be but did have a degree in criminology, which she had been able to pay half of her debt down within only a couple years. She looked forward to not having it over her head so she could easily empathize with other college girls who would come to see him to get money for tuition/books/rent. Everything being very expensive on campus.

He turned back and smiled warmly. "We'll take it slow. Here. Come sit as you are and we'll get you comfortable with the camera." He slid a regular dining chair into the posing area.
Sharon walked over to the chair and she took a seat where he directed, seeing the cameras in various angles concentrated on her.
"Have you ever wondered about being a superheroine? Having powers?"

She smiled. "I have. Would be nice to be a superheroine having powers. Like super strength. Like Wonder Woman or Supergirl."

"Okay, just relax," he said. "Take some deep breaths. Deep in your belly. Don't worry about your belly getting bigger as you breathe. We'll suck it in when we start posing."

She nodded and smiled. He was nice and charming as he tried to put her at ease. She did what he said, taking in deep inhales and exhales.

He walked away from her again. Carefully giving her space to get more comfortable. "Wonder Woman. Red, white and blue costume. Supergirl. Blonde hair." He was talking to himself, creating her character in his mind. "I do have a couple of star spangled costumes," he said.

"I have never dressed as Wonder Woman but it might be fun to wear something patriotic-like." She couldn't believe she was a bit enthusiastic about it but she excused herself with the reminder it was for a case so she could act a bit unlike her usual professional self.

He gave her a few moments and then got a bit more serious. "Okay, first. Before we cosplay. A few poses I want to teach you. Stand up, suck the gut in. Stick the chest out. Chin up. Both fists on your hips. Superheroine power pose. You need to kick your nerves out for this, Sarah, and find all the confidence you have to make it authentic."

She nodded and did what she was told, standing up from the chair. He had a lot of confidence in his voice, directing her exactly how he wanted. She breathed in, her stomach becoming sucked in as much as she could without making herself look strained. She clenched her hands into fists and puts them on her sexy hips. She arched her shoulders slightly to show off her chest, thrusting her breasts out towards him and the camera. Sharon couldn't help but feel like she was playing make believe, being a heroine like Wonder Woman, standing in the very Wonder Woman-esque pose, standing there proud and confident. She was going to say "like this?" but she remained quiet instead, trying to portray being Wonder Woman and not simply a model.

"Oh, very nice! There you go!" Samuel smiled like a teacher proud of his student. "Okay, one leg back, fists up in front of your chest. Bouncing on your toes. Fighting stance!"

Forgetting she was an agent undercover, Sharon followed his direction. One leg stepping back, she brought one fist up and did another classic heroine pose. She bobbed up and down on her toes, making her chest jiggle slightly in her blouse as she did a fighting stance, trying not to smile or laugh at what she was doing. She tried to remain stoic like the heroines she was trying to portray. "Like this?"

He looked her over, nodding. "Powerful! Patriotic. Patriette. Yes. Patriette! You know, what would make you stick out from the other heroines on the internet?" He looked inside a closet for just a moment and then offered her a star spangled bikini, red, white and blue gloves, thigh boots of the same design and patriotic eye mask to conceal her identity.
"Take a look at this and tell me what you think."

She looked it over completely. Again at the boots and eyemask. She knew that it would look amazing on her, but it would be lie if she wasn't a little bit hesitant, seeing how much her body would be showed off by the bikini. But his words of "Powerful and Patriotic" and how she was feeling...

She nodded her head and accepted the attire happily. 'Oh, what the hell...'she told herself. She had never done anything like this before. Being in the moment she decided to go with it.

He directed her towards a changing room. "Try it on! Try it on!" His demeanor became excited and a little impatient, though not in an unfriendly way. "Oh I do think Patriette is going to become an internet sensation! Sexy Sarah the Patriette." He clapped and smiled again.

As she walked towards the change room, she began to unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt. She could hear a little impatient tone in his voice but she was also in a hurry, wanting to try on her heroine outfit. She slid out of her blouse and skirt and then slipped her panties down her legs and unclasped her bra. Within 10-15 seconds she was naked. She hung up her clothes and put on her patriotic themed bikini bottom that was a bit smaller and tighter than the size she would normally wear but she could live with it. She put her bikini top on which barely covered her nice round perky tits. She slid each leg into her red leather shiny thigh-high boots. she slid the gloves on each of her hands, sliding up her lower arms and, for the last piece, she applied the sleek eye mask to hide her identity. The outfit made Sharon feel incredibly sexy and heroic, even though she was scantily clad. She came running out of the change room, returning to where he had her before and did her hands on hip pose "Patriette is here to save the day!"

"Oh my. You look stunning!" He led her through the power and fighting stances, snapping pictures as he did. "Of course, Patriette," he said, "one of the most popular parts of the superheroine genre is when the heroine faces off against the villain." He turned to the laptop camera. "Now, I need you to start from the end of the walkway. Come towards the camera. With stealth. Like you are trying to sneak up on the villain."

"I understand."

She turned and walked away, stopping at the end of the walkway. It had been years since she was young and played make believe but pretending to be a heroine, walking stealthily towards the camera felt refreshing and fun to Sharon. She walked slowly, tip toeing on her thigh high boots, making sure not to make a noise as she approached, trying to break out of her comfort zone.

Samuel slipped to the side, watching as she walked towards and then past him. "Keep you eyes on the laptop camera," he told her as he slipped behind her.

She continued walking in a slow sneaky manner, walking past him, looking at the camera, unaware of what he was doing.

Pulling a dark hood over his own face, he pulled a damp cloth from the back of his trousers, then quickly was behind her, left arm wrapping around her waist, grabbing for her right wrist as he clamped the drugged cloth over her mouth and nose. "My audience pays really good money to watch the superheroine get chloroformed!" he said. "Nighty night, Patriette!"

"uhhhhhhhhhwhatmmmmmmmmmppppppph!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The entire movement was done very quickly and caught Sharon off guard. The camera recorded Sharon's first chloroforming and her genuine reaction. At first she thought it was just part of the game until the fumes, which she had breathed in after taking a large inhale after he had clamped the rag over her mouth, hit her body hard.

Her vision went blurry. Glassy.

She struggled as hard as she could, both with her arms and her face, trying to get free and get some real air into her lungs instead of the overwhelming intoxicating fumes.

He held on tight, forcing her to lean backwards and off balance to give himself a huge advantage in leverage.

Agent Carter tried to grab his arm with her hand but the chloroform had sapped her strength. Instead of a hard firm grasp on his wrists she was barely to hold on to it, her muscles in her arms and legs succumbing and eventually her arms flopped down limp by her sides and her knees buckled. If it wasn't for his arms she would have been on the floor.

Sharon tried to keep from breathing in more fumes, struggling to stay awake. Then she felt a hand slide up, cupping her left breast through the thin bikini top, giving her tit a nice squeeze. Breaking her concentration. She inhaled more as she tried to resist and scream out which was self-defeating.

"Candece's nipples were so hard when she passed out," he said, referencing one of the missing girls. "What about you, Sarah? Does this make your nipples hard? Does it turn you on being knocked out?"

Barely conscious, she moaned softly, her nipples becoming firm under his hands and fingers. She moaned once again and sighed softly as her body and mind drifted away until her eyes rolled back and closed and her body went limp as she passed out.

He slowly laid her down on the floor, keeping the rag on her face for a few extra seconds just to be sure. Then he looked down at the unconscious role-playing actress. "You are even sexier than that Lauren-chick with the breast implants. Now, my pretty heroine, you get to see what my customers pay the most for."

Some time later, 'Patriette' was lying spread-eagled on a wooden table, her wrists and ankles tied tight to the table's legs. Duct tape covered her mouth. Though her bikini remained clad on her body, the top was askewed, with her left nipple completely exposed and her right underboob stuck out from the material over her breasts. Samuel stood over his captured heroine, gently running his hand along her stomach.

"mppppppppppppppppppph........." A soft, muffled moan was heard from behind her tape gag as she slowly stirred and her eyes opened.

Her vision blurry and doubled.

She immediately tried to reach up and rub her eyes as she acclimated to her position, at first not remembering what had happened until she blinked her eyes a few times and she saw Samuel's face as he stood over her.

Finding herself tied spread-eagled like an X on a table, she immediately struggled and thrashed about, testing her bindings holding her down, finding her her mouth stuffed with something soft and several strips of tape over her lips. It would be some time before she realized her own panties were stuffed in her mouth. She mmpped at him, enraged by what he had done demanding to be released while also mmphing some muffled expletives as she glares at him.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPH AUFM PA AMPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A computerized sound that mimicked the rattling of coins falling from a slot machine was followed by a male-Alexa-type voice. "Play with her nipple again," it said. "I enjoy watching it get hard."

Confused while still having a bit of a headache from the chloroform, she had no idea what was happening. She heard the coins and the slot machine sounds. She looked around trying to see where she was and what was happening. Then she heard the male sounding synthetic voice say 'play with her nipples again.' She tried to speak but the panties in her mouth were packed in tightly. She could barely move her tongue and ended up just mewing into her gag.

"Thanks for the donation, BreastLoverRX," Samuel said as he took the exposed nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it around, teasing it like he were her tender lover and not her abductor. '

'What the hell is going on?' she thought to herself as she felt his fingers rolling her nipple. She vocalized her outrage, "MMPA FEUFAMFPA FFMAPE FMPH!!!" as she felt his thumb and finger rolling her nipple. She could only lay there, watching in horror as he was able to elicit such a response with only his thumb and index finger, her nipple becoming hard and firm to his touch. Not quite grasping the overall magnitude of her situation at the moment she was being fondled, she didn't realize people were paying to watch her reaction.

"We're close to Peril Level 1, ladies and gentlemen! Remember, when we level up, I'll run this ice cube on her nipple and give you all a close up of how hard it will get!" Samuel held the ice cube directly over Agent Carter/Patriette's belly. Slowly a cold drip of water formed and fell to her skin as the tinging of the tip sound notification indicated whoever the audience was, they were contributing to this goal.

As he addressed the audience as both ladies and gentlemen, she realized that no one was standing around them.'They must be watching remotely.' Next, she realized she was being video recorded. She had no idea who was watching him do this to her but her situation was becoming more clear. She tried to speak out towards those watching her trying to tell them to call the police. Authorities. But it just added to the whole production that he was putting on. Tugging on her bindings, moving her her hips, she tried in vain to evade the cold drip of the ice cube's melted water.

Her physical reactions. Her vocal reactions of her mppphs into her gag. The viewers saw a woman a bit different from the other girls who had been whimpering and pleading while they had been broadcast. Sharon was a bit more angry and determined, something the audience members found refreshing. She heard the money notification chimes and she demanded into her gag that they stop, which she immediately regretted doing.

"Peril Level 1 reached!" The computerized voice announced.

Samuel thanked his audience again and lowered the ice cube down to the tip of her nipple.

Agent Carter's eyes opened wide as she realized what the computerized voice meant. She saw the ice cube inching closer towards her exposed nipple. Then she felt it against her hard nipple. Felt the sensation. The coldness on her sensitive nipple. Her body bucked, trying to evade it but he was able to keep the ice firmly against it as she tried as best as she could to escape it.

He began to move it around, making the entire nipple ice cold then doing the same with the areola around it. With his left hand, he held a cell phone close to the nipple, recording the ice cube torture and broadcasting it to all those who were viewing the stream. Making her nipple very hard and cold. Her fiery spirit being taken down a couple pegs as she made some gutteral grunts and squeals behind her panty-tape gag.

"Follower count has passed 1,200," the computer voice announced.

She was shocked to hear the counter. 1200+ were watching this. 1200 men and women were paying money to watch a woman dressed in a superheroine costume being tormented, unaware she was an FBI agent. They all had plausible deniability watching Patriette be teased and tormented online.

He finished icing the nipple up and tossed the remaining ice cube to the side. "My my my, Patriette! You do have sensitive nipples, don't you!" He got another closeup with the cell phone camera.

She breathed deeply in relief as the ice cube was discarded, melted somewhat from the heat of her body. She saw the cell phone in his hand. Saw the lens doing a close-up of her tit, nipple and face.

Samuel bent over and suckled the nipple between his lips, warming the frozen nub with the body heat contained in his mouth.

Her body was not ready for the mouth and lips that come down over her nipple. The feeling of his tongue and lips as he sucked on her nipple.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

She wished her body didn't react the way it did upon feeling the sensation of his mouth on her nipple. She let out a loud grunt and squeal, a vocalization more than she would have wanted before she was able to get the sensation under control. Agent Carter had gone through rigorous training. but being tied and gagged and tormented with ice cubes was not something she had ever prepared for. Nothing in her skill set had prepared her for this.

The tips kept ringing in. The text chat scrolled at a brisk pace. Voice chat was filled with comments on her breasts, nipple, belly, legs. Then the coin drop sound exploded the way a Vegas slot machine would if someone hit the biggest jackpot. The words that followed next, however, from the computerized voice chat app were anything but a winning prize for our heroine. "This is the biggest donation your stream has ever gotten! You can not ignore the request of your highest tipper! Strangle! This! Bitch!"

Both of their attentions were reverted to the sound of the Alexa-like voice that spoke not overly-loud but enough that it could be heard, regardless of how loud Sharon or Samuel was. She heard the words and they immediately made her heart begin to race as she wiggled her wrists and ankles, testing her bindings again. She couldn't get far and the voice's words were clear as day. She knew what the viewer had paid large money to see. She immediately shook her head no, mmpphing into her gag, her fierceness changing when she heard the word "Strangle."

"mam femfa emfa pefm epah!!"

"SnuffKing666, we have been through this before. We're not going to be killing these heroines!" Samuel ran a finger over Patriette's cheek. Tenderly. Protectively. "If we killed her tonight, she won't be able to be online tomorrow. Long-term profit over one-time big tip."

Hearing Samuel rebuke his large tipper, saying she won't be killed was something that gave Sharon a very small level of comfort and ease. From what he said, she had a feeling he had some long-term plans for her. Sharon couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the other girls who were missing. She was sure that they likely had endured his kinky machinations.

He reached under the table and pulled out a black hitachi massage wand. "But we have reached Peril Level 2. And since her nipples are so easy to manipulate..." He turned the wand on, its vibrating noise warning Agent Carter what it was capable of as the tip sound went nonstop once again.

She knew her ordeal was far from over. She looked at the vibe head of the wand begin to buzz as he turned it on.

"maf emafep feua mfep afmemapepa mp!!"

She shook her head no as he mentioned her nipples. The buzzing vibe in his hand. Her tits exposed. Nipples still hard from his mouth and ice cube.

He lowered the wand until it was barely touching the tip of her nipple. Much like with the ice, he took his time. Slowly pushing the vibrating device down deeper onto her nipple and then moving it around in circles. Pulling it away. Lowering it down again. Then away again. the vibe bulb pulsed against her nipple and he meticulously moved it in small circles teasing her body.

"I bet this teasing is pleasurable agony, Patriette."

"MAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!!!!!!!"

She squealed as it pressed down. Feeling the buzzing vibrations. Then he lifted up. Then down. Deviously teasing her. Punishing her sensitive nipple. Making her squeal. Making her hear the very sounds she was making. Making her horrified by how her own body was reacting.

"You should ask them to tip more so you can be fully pleasured!"

As best she could, as long as she could, she resisted the urge to do what he said. To beg and plead for them to tip more. But after a few more up and downs with the vibe, the arousal of the wand he was forcing on her chipped away her resolve and she mewled into her panty gag.

"afe aame fuea fmef aem fa fuaef mefm apfeamfp!!"

She pleaded for tips. She pleaded for really anything other than the insidious teasing he was causing her body.

As the tip sound sang its evil song to the captured woman, Samuel pushed a button on the wand and it began to vibrate faster. With greater intensity. "Welcome to level two Patriette. The Hitachi comes with five power levels. Don't worry, we won't go past level two. On your nipple. I have another place in mind when we reach the higher level."

The first level felt strong. Then she experienced the the next level up. The vibrations were faster and stronger. She grunted louder into her gag when she felt the vibe against the nipple.

Dingsingsingsingsing went the tip sound as Level three grew closer. Closer. Closer. The audience donating money and crypto into anonymous accounts. Every time she jerked her body and mpphed loudly they donated and tipped, inching closer and closer to level 3.

"As soon as we reach Peril Level 3, we'll be moving the Hitachi between your star spangled legs!"

Aware her legs were spread out nicely, she tested her bondage, unable to close them. With her thin bikini the only real clothing she had left, she lay spread out almost welcomingly, her crotch appeared to be inviting the vibe wand down there.

"Peril Level 3 reached!"

As promised, Samuel removed the wand from her breast. Her body twitched as the vibrations left her nipple.

Samuel clicked it up to Power Level 3 and then lowered it onto her crotch. Her eyes were unable to look away from the vibe until it was moved out of her field of view. Then she felt the vibe press onto her thinly covered crotch, buzzing her sex. She squealed into her panty-filled mouth gag, her hips gyrating and twitching, her body introduced to a new level of overwhelming arousal. She tried not to lose herself in the arousal but the vibe's effect on her body was more than what she could control.

He flipped the switch on the Hitachi to Level 4. "How many times will you be able to cum one after another, Patriette? Have you ever orgasmed until you passed out?"

The vibe's power level increased, pulsating against her pussy. Her hips and body shook a little, as if she was being cattle-prodded. The arousal building. Her sex becoming hot and moist. She could no longer control how her body was reacting. Her mind overwhelmed. The audience tipping more and more, seeing the heroine getting closer and closer while she squealed. Soon her squeals stopped as she was right at the brink of climaxing.

As the pleasure torture continued, the computer voice announced "follower count has surpassed twenty five hundred."

"Wow, Patriette! Our biggest audience ever! All because of you."

Agent Carter's body was then ravaged by the wave of immense climactic arousal as she succumbed to her first orgasm at the hands of Samuel. The orgasm was mind-numbing. She looked up blankly, her mind feeling the intense bliss. The audience cheered as they saw a close-up of her face and eyes.

He slowly powered the Hitachi down, keeping it placed between her legs until she finally stopped convulsing. After several moments, he laid the wand down and looked at his cosplaying prisoner.

She moaned softly. Slowly she came back to awareness, moving out of the orgasmic bliss. She was, however, a bit more subdued, panting for air. At least for the moment, the orgasm had taken away some of her fiery spirit.

"You know, Patriette, one of the most popular perils of the superheroine genre is the unmasking!"

She forgot she was wearing a mask.

She was slightly relieved at that fact. With her mouth tape-gagged and an eye mask that covered a bit of her face, it would be hard for anyone to clearly make out who she was. With the eye mask being removed, it might be easier which had its pros and cons. Deep down like all heroines, Sharon would rather keep her anonymity rather than have kinky men and women see who she was and looked like.

He moved the laptop closer, so its camera could get a good clear shot of her face, but also positioned so she could see the scrolling chat, if she was coherent enough to make out the words.

"mmmaampfpea feamfa epfmaeh."

She tried to shake her head no, pleading not to be unmasked but Samuel grasped the mask and pulled it away, slow and purposefully giving the audience an almost real unmasking rather than just simply removing it, revealing the secret identity of the cosplayed heroine known as Patriette.

Sharon found it horrible to be unmasked. Lying there gagged. Her eyes reading the comments, seeing what the men and women were saying about what she went through, how she reacted, physically and verbally, some making rude crass and sexist remarks. She tried not to let get to her but it was hard to ignore them.

Samuel tossed the mask to the side and began to put away some of his props as the chat scrolled on. Most comments talked about how sexy she moaned while others stated their favorite parts of the show. Unseen by Samuel and ignored by most of the chat, one user known simply as Anon-Steve typed two words and a question mark: Agent Carter?

Quickly, his comment vanished in the sea of scrolling chat.

"Agent Carter?"

She looked at the comment before it got buried by the large number that followed.

"M FE AFM AEFPA MPF??!!"

She couldn't believe what she saw. Someone who knew her was paying to watch this and had seen her climax against her will! It was terrifying to know someone who knew she was an agent, someone she worked with, had seen her like this! If it was someone outside of work, she would have been called "Sharon". It made her concentrate and read the sea of comments in the chat, having to read their deviant comments and thoughts about her body.

About 20 minutes after Samuel had logged off, with our heroine still bound to the table, the door to the apartment crashed open. Having traced the location through the broadcast, Agents Drummond and Martinez had burst in and found Agent Carter.

Though her abductor was no longer on the property, Agent Carter was saved from her ordeal.

Unfortunately for Sharon, Agent Drummond, whom detested the idea of women in the agency to begin with, had seen a full view of her naked tits on display when he had burst into the apartment.

She was thankful to see them but she felt very humiliated with her tits exposed. The bikini still covered her sex, though it was wet with her own cum. She mmpphed into her gag as the agents secured the studio, leaving Sharon to wallow in her bondage for a bit longer as the men got to look her over some. She mmpphed into her gag, demanding they unbind her.

Once her ankles and wrists were freed, she got up from the table, mouth still tape-gagged. She went to the closet. Her clothes were gone. She begrudgingly slipped the bikini top back on over her her tits and adjusted the bikini so she was no longer exposed to the sexist fellow agents, who nudged each other and chuckled when Sharon wasn't looking. Sharon picked at the multi-layered tape gag, peeling the layers off like peeling an onion until her mouth was no longer taped. Then, in front of the agents, she was able to spit out the mouth-packing onto the table, realizing it had been her own panties the entire time.

Several days later, her humiliation was compounded on when Drummond led a successful rescue of the girls, being able to locate the one who called himself Samuel from an anonymous tip. Meanwhile, word had spread around the agency of Patriette's ordeal and Agent Carter began to be daily serenaded with "God Bless America" from the other agents.

The End
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