" Border Bound"

[esercito sconfitto]

Border Bound
by Gagtech
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( Author's Note )
Greetings once again from the now quite chilly Pacific Northwest.

Border Bound was my first posted story at USB. For one reason or another I never got around to posting the conclusion. I was asked in a very recent post by esercito sconfitto about the ending. I quickly went about preparing it. In keeping with protocol the "machete" character has now undergone an electronic sex change. I thought posting in four parts with the conclusion would be a much easier read than digging into the past for any reference to plot or characters. Sorry about the repetition. So now in three parts and it's entirety... Border Bound. Enjoy!



The human machine in many ways does not differ from those of a mechanical type. When the fuel, operation and conditions are normal, the machine functions automatically. If any feature is altered, the machine’s capabilities are compromised. U.S. Army Major Rebecca Hollis was running on an altered machine. A “race car in the red” she had heard it phrased. Every fiber of her machine transformed.

The source of the Major’s anxiety was a single phone call containing seven words. “Tatiana and Jenn may be in trouble”. After hanging up the office phone, Rebecca fell back into her chair inhaling deeply several times. The caller had identified herself as Deputy District Attorney Natalie Schultz. This name was familiar to Major Hollis but she had never met her, nor did she know much about her. What she was sure of was that she had little time to think things over. Standing, she quickly opened her desk drawer, removed her 9mm pistol and holstered it. Moving quickly she headed for the parking lot, grabbing her jacket on the way. The drive over to Natalie’s office would take about 40 minutes. Upon arrival she hoped to have some answers provided.

Several miles away, Natalie Schultz trembled. She had made her phone call as her captor had instructed, but something told her this was far from over. Across the room her attractive Latina captor spoke.

“That was convincing council” stated Mexican Drug Enforcement Agent Rachel Ruiz.
“I am certain your assistant appreciates your cooperation.”

On the other side of the room a large unattractive Mexican woman moved the edge of a knife away from a sobbing woman’s throat. Holly Atwater had a list of reasons to justify her tears. In addition to the threat of death, she could add the strict bondage that she had been placed in. She had been bound and gagged for an hour and her entire 29 year old, nearly nude body ached. The element of surprise was a feature of Rachel’s plan and had been executed flawlessly. Holly was caught with her guard down until weapons were brandished and orders issued. The Mexicans had worked together and seemed very competent in their task. The young woman had been placed sitting in a wooden chair, her arms pulled together behind the hard wood and tied tightly at the wrists and elbows with thin white rope from the gym bag the couple had carried in with them. The blond haired beauty’s bare legs were the target of Rachel and received much the same. The ropes were applied at her ankles as well as just above the knees. Another was added pulling her ankles back under the chair before looping around the chair’s lower cross member and joining her wrists in yet another tight knot. Rachel had taken just a few seconds to inspect the knots before stepping behind her frightened captive. Holly was much too scared to offer any resistance as her mouth was stuffed with a soft silky cloth. As soon as it had been packed all the way inside, Rachel produced a second scarf of silky black. This was pulled very tightly between Holly’s lips and teeth then tied off at the base of her neck. Rachel seemed very satisfied with her work.

“You have to like the undies”. Rachel chuckled to her burly cohort.

The comment referred to Miss Atwater’s current attire. For reasons unknown, prior to the binding process, Rachel had ordered the terrified paralegal out of her blouse, skirt and pantyhose. This left Holly in only bra and panties. There wasn’t much of either. The front clasping bra, of lacy aqua blue, plunged steep and low, barely covering her nipples. Her thong was black and equally scanty. A micro string across each hip was all that prevented total exposure.

The woman smiled but remained silent.

The Stage had been set. A few minutes later, Natalie returned to the office and confronted with the situation agreed to cooperate.

It was less than a minute after the call that an order was issued to Natalie.

“Strip council. I want you down to your bra and panties.”

The 44 year old Deputy District Attorney knew she had little choice. With both hands she reached for the top button of her blouse.


Border Bound... continued
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CHAPTER II
Major Rebecca Hollis struggled to stay focused as she maneuvered her rented Camry out of town and into the desert. In her frustration she wondered why a Deputy District Attorney would have an office so far removed from civilization. Natalie had provided the address during the call and Rebecca was quite surprised at the location when her GPS displayed it. This was, however, a secondary concern. U.S. Drug Enforcement Agents Jennifer Beeler and Tatiana Perez was the real issue. “May be in trouble” could mean many things. The nature of the trio’s current investigation presented grave potential. She had only known these women for a few months but thought of them almost as sisters.

It had been heavy drug smuggling along the Texas-Mexico border that had brought them together. Jennifer and Tatiana were experienced veterans with the agency. A nearby Army base had brought Major Hollis into the picture. The United States Army had desired a disinterested party to observe and act as a liaison in standard “cover your ass” fashion. Major Hollis was a commissioned officer of the military police, nearing retirement, and seemed a perfect fit. She had boarded a plane in Baltimore and was flown to the Texas desert. Her role in the investigation had been miniscule. It mostly entailed go between matters involving the agents and Colonel Brenda Wingate, a senior officer from the office of the Staff Judge Advocate. There had never been any evidence of foul play involving military personnel. The dead time had allowed the Major to become very close to Jenn and Tatiana. Neither agent had shared many details related to the investigation but Rebecca became familiar with the basic framework and players. These players included Deputy District Attorney Natalie Schultz.

The GPS indicated the vehicle was approaching the destination bringing higher states of excitement and curiosity.

“What the hell,” she whispered. There was only one building visible in the hilly desert and it was not an office but a home. Rolling closer, the GPS confirmed the location. It looked like any other three or four bedroom two story home. There were three vehicles parked in the large dirt parking area directly in front of what appeared to be the front door. A Camry like the one Rebecca was driving, a two door Mercedes sports coupe and a large cargo van. There was no sign of any human activity. Rebecca’s nerves raced as she pulled alongside the second Toyota. She took several deep breaths upon coming to a stop. Her hands shook as she put the car into park and turned the ignition off.


Unlike Holly Atwater, Natalie Schultz had kept a cool head. Rachel and the burly woman had repeated the process almost identically after Natalie had finished shedding her slacks, blouse and sandals. Although 15 years Holly’s senior, the wavy blonde attorney was no less the head turner. Medium sized firm breasts filled the c-cups of the silky smooth, vanilla white bra. The panties were tight and form fitting, a low riding and regal purple hipster. The two women now sat side by side, silent, in matching sitting hogties. Although both were effectively gagged, the pistol pointed at them ensured not so much as a whimper. Both women heard the female voice downstairs.

“Natalie…. Natalie???” Of course the twin captives knew it was Maj. Hollis. After 30 seconds or so, the same voice exclaimed “OH MY GOD!”

Major Rebecca Hollis had nearly collapsed in shock. In one of the downstairs bedrooms she had encountered a woman that she had met before. Colonel Brenda Wingate was recognizable even in her current state. Her thin frame, small breasts and straight short dirty blonde hair was unmistakable. Rebecca was less alarmed by her presence than her condition. The proud and confident Colonel stood in the center of the room, bound, gagged and blindfolded wearing nothing save a midnight blue lace bra and string bikini panties.


Temporarily paralyzed with dismay, Rebecca Hollis drew a heavy, uneven breath. Instinctively the Army Major forced herself across the nearly empty bedroom. Colonel Wingate stood almost dead center in the room. Her bonds appeared painfully tight. White nylon rope was digging into her bare skin at the ankles and just above the knees. Her arms, pinned behind her back, held the 45 year old Officer’s shoulders rearward. The worse part of the strict bondage may have been the gag. The red handkerchief cleaving Brenda applied so tightly that the edges of her mouth strained. A black cloth of some sort stole her vision. Whoever had placed the Colonel in her current predicament had done so with obvious malice. Leaving her in her bra and tiny matching panties drove it all home. A witness not stunned in shock would have probably surmised that she had somehow gotten to her feet, having been left lying on the floor.

Within a second or two, Rebecca had her fingers working the gag. This was no easy task considering the tight application. A few sighs of desperation escaped Rebecca as she struggled with it. After a bit of a fight she was able to get enough of the handkerchief loose, pulling it down and leaving it to dangle around the captive woman’s neck. Colonel Wingate immediately spat out a wad out white cloth. As Rebecca pulled the blindfold down the Colonel quite loudly began issuing threats and insults. “Those ****in’ sons of *****es will never see daylight again.” Of course this was understandable and Rebecca hardly took notice as she moved to the Colonel’s rear, gazing hopelessly at the rope bondage at Brenda’s wrists and elbows. Each was tight and cinched. A knife was her only chance. Quickly the Major ran from the room, down a short hall and into the kitchen. In near panic, she began flinging open cabinets and drawers until she found what she needed. Grabbing two knives of adequate size, she ran back to the tightly bound Colonel. Even with the knives, releasing Brenda from her bindings was difficult and took more than a few minutes.

Upon release, Colonel Wingate began thrashing about wildly. The ordeal had greatly shaken her. Rebecca stood back hoping that she would regain composure. After twenty seconds of this, Brenda’s arms fell to her sides and gently started to sob. She walked slowly to Rebecca asking “You haven’t seen my uniform anywhere, have you?” As the two embraced Rebecca answered softly “no, but I really haven’t looked.” The Major was unaware of the former captive’s left hand. The Colonel’s actions were quick and effective. As she stepped back, she slowly aimed the Major’s own pistol at her and gently chuckled. Again, Rebecca nearly collapsed!

“I told you she would fall right into this,” the Colonel spoke. In desperate fear Rebecca Hollis quickly turned her head and saw the recipient of the comment. Standing in the doorway a Latina woman smiled. Rebecca recognized the stunning Mexican but struggled to remember her name. Adorned in a tight black cat suit, Rachel could easily be mistaken for Selma Hayek. The straight black hair fell to the center of the back and the build was athletic but well endowed. “Rachel Ruiz,” Rebecca recalled as though it mattered.

“Just like you said, baby,” responded Rachel

“You have no training for this sort of thing Major,” continued Colonel Wingate. “I checked for myself.”
Rebecca could only stand in silence. The who, whys, whens, wheres and whats obviously irrelevant.

“An explanation is not coming if that’s what you want” Rachel told the terrified and confused hostage.
As she spoke Rachel’s ugly Mexican accomplice entered the room.

“You will be re-united with your girlfriends within a few minutes however.”

Speaking in Spanish Rachel then conversed with her accomplice who quickly responded “si” three or four times before leaving the room.

“While we wait, Major Hollis,” Rachel began once more, “Why don’t you show the Colonel and I what Military Police Officers wear underneath.”

Rebecca’s inability to respond brought and stern order from the still bra and panty clad Brenda.
Raising the pistol to Rebecca’s head she made it clear.

“STRIP *****!”


Border Bound... second continuation
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CHAPTER IV

Major Rebecca Hollis had dressed in civilian clothes that day having planned to finish packing her things from the office in preparation for her return to Maryland. As she reluctantly started to remove the empty shoulder holster, Rachel offered, “You were right honey. She does look like Emma Peel. With bigger tits for sure but the resemblance is striking. I hadn’t drawn the connection.”

The captors seemed quite entertained as Rebecca dropped the holster to the floor, bowed her head in shame and began complying with the order. Kneeling she untied the laces of her dressy soft leather boots. Rising again, she kicked the ankle length footwear into the corner. Again she paused for a second before continuing. The newer looking blue jeans were a little tight and seemed a challenge for trembling fingers. Once the button was released however, it took only one motion to zip the garment down and begin peeling it away. Rebecca attempted to kick the jeans off and nearly fell before sitting down and pulling them completely off. The crotch of her panties came into view as she pulled them away revealing their ash gray color and diminutive style. Rebecca rose once more and nervously pulled off the black Oregon State University sweatshirt. The rose pedal red Tank top was next. A little relief came as she was notified that this was far enough.

Rachel seemed excited as she visually inspected her prize. “Holy ****, Brenda, we take five women in our plan and three of them are wearing thongs?”

“Well you’re wearing one,” the Colonel’s answer.

“You are correct love. Still, I was not expecting three of five middle age American *****es to be so bold.”

A thong it was, ash gray and snug all around. This was not the stringy type that Rachel had seen Holly Atwater in less than an hour ago. Thin cotton straps at the hips held this one up.

Both captors continued their observation. The thong was accompanied by a racer back, front clasping bra of a darker gray, almost black, the women observed.

After a minute or two the ordeal was interrupted by the reappearance of the ugly Mexican. Rachel spoke the truth. Rebecca was being reunited with the duo drawing her here in the first place. From each hand a makeshift rope leash extended. At the other end of the leash, two brunettes hobbled along in short rapid steps. The short length of rope connecting each woman’s ankles allowed nothing more. Both Agent Jennifer Beeler and her Junior Agent Tatiana Perez grunted softly as their bra and panty clad, tightly bound and gagged forms entered the scene.

The third thong that Rachel had referenced belonged to Tatiana. The Blond streaked, buxom brunette may as well have been nude. A tiny sage green thong, this one the stringy type, accompanied a matching sheer bra. Tatiana’s nipples were easily seen by all through the thin material.

Like Tatiana, Agent Jennifer Beeler was a brunette although with a slight red tint and absent the blonde streaks. Jennifer’s locks fell straight and to the middle of her back while her partners stopped a little short of that. Jennifer of course also wore only her bra and panties. Rose pedal pink was her color of the day. The demi bra strained somewhat with her 36c breasts while the matching lace, tanga panties left the bottom edge of her cheeks peeking a little.

Spanish once again passed between the lips of Rachel Ruiz. Like before the she was answered with a single word. “Si.”

All three extremely surprised captives had no deduction as the Mexican Agent quickly removed her black boots and stepped out of the cat suit.

Colonel Wingate’s earlier comment also rang true.

Rachel Ruiz stood in a smooth cupped, ghost white bra and matching thong, uttering yet another Spanish phrase. This was followed by “OK then, let’s get this done.”
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CHAPTER V


U.S. Army Major Rebecca Hollis winced as two bra and panty clad, rouge agents went about with their work. To the captive women it appeared that the entire scenario had been carefully planned and rehearsed, much like a theatrical or music performance. The bindings at the Major’s ankles, knees, elbows and wrists were identical to those of her fellow hostages. In twisted irony Colonel Wingate, the woman freed minutes before, seemed to enjoy restraining her rescuer. Rebecca knew that the mouth packing and tight cleave was inenvitable. It was Rachel who fulfilled this foresight, effectively silencing the Major.

The next stage brought quite the curve ball for the tightly bound and gagged captives. Of course they had all suffered mental misfire when Rachel had stripped to her underwear, but each was left clueless when her Army Officer accomplice began binding her in a manner identical to the others. While Colonel Brenda Wingate worked the ropes, the burly woman retrieved Holly and Natalie from their upstairs prison. The woman's stature and strength were emphasized as she entered the room carrying one over each shoulder. Oddly, she was gentle setting them down, helping each to maintain their balance upon their feet. The woman continued in her role quickly and silently. As swiftly as she had entered she was gone.

Colonel Wingate finished with a exagerrated tug as if adding a little extra.

“Well now….Agent Ruiz”, the Colonel commented, “You make a quite lovely damsel in distress.
Maybe I’ll just keep you like this for a bit.”

Rachel shot back a crooked frown and raised eyebrows. Clearly her desire to complete this stage of the plan left no room for clowning.

“Gag me.” She all but commanded her accomplice.

Without a word, the Colonel stepped forward and complied.

From an objective view point it would have appeared that Rachel was one of the captives.
Like the others, she now stood tightly bound and gagged, attired only in her dainty underwear. The big woman returned a few seconds later with a hand full of cloth bags and what looked like a digital camera. Quickly the items were handed to the Colonel before the woman turned her attention to the hostages. She placed her hands upon Agent Jennifer Beeler’s shoulders and pushed gently downward. As Jennifer started to fall in her bindings the large thug gingerly helped her to the floor. It was almost as if she didn’t want her hurt. Wasting no time she repeated the process with the others save Agent Ruiz.

An additional surprise came as the woman began binding Colonel Wingate. Within minutes the Latin crook occupied the room with seven ostensible captives.

It was quickly starting to dawn on the actual captives that this unsightly woman was a professional, someone who had carried these types of things out previously. She worked quickly and with purpose. First she placed Rachel and Colonel Wingate on the floor with the others. Snatching the digital camera from the spot Colonel Wingate had placed it she positioned herself across the room and began snapping photos. She shifted herself about as the photo shoot continued, capturing several angles. After ten or so shots, she placed the camera once more on the floor. Starting with Rachel and Colonel Wingate, each woman was then pulled to her feet and photographed individually.

The next event sent waves of fear through the hostage women.An un-orchestrated MMMMMPPPGGGGFFFFF filled the room. A knife was pulled and each woman had her bra and panties cut and pulled from her body. Again each woman was photographed separately, the camera finding its way to various body parts and points of distinction. The ugly Mexican seemed determined to capture any unusual feature with the device. This included tattoos, piercings and close ups of each pelvis. Throughout the process Rachel and Colonel Wingate were treated no differently than the actual captives. With the pointing and shooting complete, the real captives were hooded using the dark bags. Rachel and the Colonel were released from the ropes and gags and departed the room quickly, Rachel snatching her catsuit en-route. In less than 30 minutes they had dressed themselves, loaded the now hooded victims into the cargo van and were driving away from the house. Rachel drove the rented Camry of Major Hollis while Colonel Wingate took the second Toyota belonging to Holly Atwater.


AFTERMATH

The global system of news networks covered the story of 7 kidnapped women relentlessly. It seemed as though no matter where a person found themselves at any given time the topic of conversation was likely the missing women. The Militaries and Federal Law Enforcement agencies of Mexico and the United States pulled all the stops in the pursuit of the case. Information provided or leaked however remained minimal.

The investigators of both nations had agreed that the photos received after the abduction could never be released and neither had any firm deduction related to those responsible. It looked to be the work of a single or several of the drug cartels although the nature of the photos led some to consider a sex angle. The absence of demands added to the enigma. Of course all official statements failed to clarify that the investigation was not advancing.

The frenzy had started with a phone call to a small town Texas Police Department. A suspicious crate lay beside a dusty road. Upon arrival the officers saw the instructions nailed to the wood. The crate was collected and sent directly to the FBI Field Headquarters in El Paso. The agents opening the crate were taken aback by its contents. Inside were seven cardboard shoe boxes. Each box contained random clothing articles of the abductees to included bras and panties. Accompanying the clothes were photos and written identities.

COLONEL BRENDA WINGATE, 45, UNITED STATES ARMY

The box contained a plastic name tag bearing the name Wingate, and a pair of dark blue string bikini panties with its matching bra. One of several photos was of the Colonels nearly bald mons. It was almost as if the abductors wanted the investigators to see the small closely trimmed patch.

MAJOR REBECCA HOLLIS, 39, UNITED STATES ARMY

Inside was the Oregon State sweatshirt, grey thong panties and a dark grey bra. The pelvic shot revealed a thin, short rectangle of closely trimmed fur. Another photo provided a close up of the Oregon State University logo tattooed an inch above the Major’s ass crack.

AGENT RACHEL RUIZ, 44, MEXICAN FEDERAL POLICE

The box contained Rachel’s thong and bra as well as her Mexican Federal I.D. Like all the rest the photos were graphic and peculiar. The crotch shot revealed her parts completely shaven.

The rest were identical with the bras, panties and a unique identifier. The close up of the crotch seemed odd but each was observed and noted. Like Rachel, Agent Jennifer Beeler and Holly Atwater kept their pelvic areas shaved bare. Agent Tatiana Perez left only a micro thin line of pubic hair. Deputy District Attorney Natalie Schultz was natural but closely cropped in her photos. Holly Atwater was pierced in her navel and “tramp stamped” similar to Major Hollis.

There wasn’t much else to go on, leaving all involved somewhat stuck and anxiously awaiting some type of follow-up correspondence. The only connection was that 6 of the captives were all involved at some level in the war with the cartels. The exception would be Colonel Wingate. The investigators fed the press the standard statements and hoped for a break.



In a far off, third world rat hole, two lovers were confident that their plan had gone perfectly.
Rachel and Colonel Wingate were forced to lie low with concealed identities, but financially secure and way from the possible legal troubles that both had fled. The abduction had served the interests of these fugitives as well as the cartel. Rachel had accepted large bribes while the Colonel was guilty of misappropriation and tax evasion. Both felt the heat of the law nearing and sought a “way out”. The cartel had provided this "out". They had their cover and enough money to live comfortable. At this point, of course, they could never turn back. For these women, deeply in love and secretly on the lam that was good enough.


THE END

[simon4242]

so the five captives were never released