At this point, again unnoticed by Laura, Jose pushed a button at the inside of his desk that began silently lowering a 3-foot-long bar, via a pully system embedded in the ceiling of the office. When the bar reached a point of about a foot and a half above and slightly behind her head, Nora finally noticed its presence, but the two women acted quickly and secured her wrists to each end of what looked similar to an old-fashioned corset lacing bar. Jose then started raising the bar by activating the motorized pulley system which caused Laura to be stretched to the point that the very tip toes of her ‘past-the-vertical-arched’ stiletto heels were just barely touching the floor.
“What are you doing?” Laura asked in a somewhat of an alarming manner.
“Oh, don’t worry Ms. Nelson, they just needed to be able to get your accurate figure dimensions without your arms encumbering them. So, hold still while they take your measurements,” Jose instructed as both the PA and the receptionist went to work with a tape measure.
They started by first carefully taking her bust measurement by carefully pulling the tape over the sharp pointed tips of her breasts poking out from under her tight-fitting blouse.
“That cone bra you’re wearing certainly makes it difficult to keep the tape in the right position, Ms. Lopez commented as she firmly squeezed Laura’s nipples through the blouse and bra while the receptionist held the tape in place from behind her back.
“I wanted to make sure and get your long-pointed nipples to be fully extended in order to get your true bust measurement, but it seems that you are fully aroused and already enjoying the moment,” Ms. Lopez commented sarcastically.
Laura blushed slightly and responded by saying, “It was part of my training regimen to lengthen and sensitize my nipples, together with making my areolas puffier. It was all part of the plan to add credibility in starting up a new fetish apparel company.”
The two women then went on to take her waist, and hip measurements as she strained in her semi-bound and stretched stance. After they finished, Ms. Lopez announced that she had actually measured 40-18-41 inches, or 99 inches total, which was an inch shy of her total advertised composite measurement a perfect 100.
Laura, AKA Nora, quickly explained that the Gwendolin butt enhancing corset added an inch to her hip/butt dimension, and decreased her waste measurement to 18 inches, but that if she had worn one of her special ‘lace-up’ cone enhancing bras, that she would still have a perfect 100 figure at 41-18-41. With neither of those special garments, she further explained that she would still a perfect 100 at 40-20-40.
Meanwhile, during the measurement process, Jose had examined the 5-inch-wide belt that Nora wore over her suit jacket and discovered a tiny flash-drive voice recorder, located inside the large belt buckle. His PA had silently pointed the device out to him, when she brought in the most recent of the scanned images.
“Well, I’m happy to see that you have devoted a lot of time in developing your figure and ultra high heel training to your new business, but what I see as not really ‘as advertised’ about you today is this device!” Jose announced in response to his PA’s declaration about Laura’s figure dimensions, as he held up the tiny USB recording device for all to see.
“Ms. Nelson, or whatever your real name is, it’s time to tell the truth as to why you’re here and who you really represent,” he flatly stated.
“I also know you didn’t get some of the things you’re wearing on the internet because I am aware of the company that made the special heels that you are wearing. That company sold those specific footwear items to an export company in Spain that in turn, exported them to a consortium that is that is rumored to be associated with the sex slave trading business in the Mideast, specifically in Arabica! So, who are you working for and why are you here using a false identity?” Jose announced in a commanding tone.
Laura was truly surprised by the sudden turn of events and by stern tone of Jose and quickly tried to deny his accusations by saying, “I don’t know what you mean, I’m only working to start my new company!”
“We both know that isn’t true. Besides the shoes your wearing, I have a lot of evidence that you are not who you say you are. So, one last chance, who are you and what is your mission here? If you don’t tell me your real identity, I have devised a rather unique way, in your particular case, of getting the truth from you. Eventually!” Jose replied menacingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Laura tried to play ignorant about his accusations as she squirmed in her partial bondage.
“OK, I’ll do it my way,” Jose exclaimed as he motioned Ms. Lopez to proceed with another pre-planned course of action.
The PA quickly went to one of Jose’s desk drawers and retrieved a syringe and bottle of Dipravan and proceeded to fill the hypodermic with the sedative. She walked over to where Laura was stretched out with her arms above head to administer the temporary knockout drug. Jose tapped the button which further raised Laura’s arms, which in turn raised her heels even more off the floor Therefore, she was unable to struggle and resist the injection in her left forearm. In a few seconds she slumped into a state of unconscious[RF1][RF2][RF3]ness.
Sometime later, Laura woke up to find herself in another one of her “Damsel-in-Distress” situations. Jose’s PA had removed Laura’s blouse, bra, and skirt leaving her in black bikini panties, Gwendoline Corset, matching garter belt, sheer nylons, and those 6-9/16 inch past-the-vertical arched, black suede stilettos. They had secured her arms behind her back, expertly tying them together at the wrists, elbows, and upper arms forcing her taught conical pointed breasts to lewdly thrust out from her chest. A penis gag had been inserted her mouth and secured in place by a unique wide white leather muffle-type gag arrangement, that was securely tightened by tiny front red leather lacings, much like that of a lace-up shoe, complete with a leather tongue.
She was in a different room; standing bent over ninety degrees at the waist with her arms bound behind her back, so that her mostly nude upper body was positioned over the top of some sort of a partially filled aquarium. The sides of her chest rested on the modified aquarium top frame with her breasts pointing downward into the, partially filled, glass enclosed tank.
Jose had always been an aficionado of fish and had several aquariums at home and around his office. As a matter of fact, Laura had noticed the two fish tanks in the reception area at his warehouse office the day she first visited the company. In any case, he had a special aquarium modified specifically for this person that he knew only as Nora Nelson. The design was based on her unique breast, areola, and nipple dimensions that they had obtained from the scanned images when Laura had been at the PA’s office day before yesterday. It was specifically designed to extract the truth about her true identity and motive for visiting his place of business.
Three straps held her upper torso securely to the tank top so that she could not significantly move in any direction. A strap also kept her head positioned such that she had to focus straight down into the tank. In addition, Laura, in her 6-9/16 inch past-the-vertical stiletto heels, was forced to stand on a two-inch-high mobile platform, to which the custom-modified aquarium was securely attached.
Laura’s ankles and knees were tied together with while cotton rope and in turn, connected with ropes to two eyebolts in platform so that her knees and ankles were held in a fully locked back position, further staining her arches and insteps, but causing her calf muscles to flare seductively. Her legs were also tied tightly at mid thighs with the same white cotton rope and presented a stark contrast to the dark black stockings she was wearing.
Since her skirt had been removed, Laura’s stocking tops and garter straps were clearly visible along with her Gwendoline Corset, which lifted her butt, and therefore presented a delectable sight as it poked up and out due to her tightly secured position over the tank.
Laura’s conical breasts pointed straight down into the tank and her puffy areolas and extremely long pointed nipples were fully aroused. Prior to being strapped in her current position, Ms. Lopez had painted them with a sensitizing drug assuring that those world class morsels were at their maximum erection when she applied the fluid to each of Laura’s tattooed bright red nipples, paying particular attention to their hyper-sensitive pointed tips.
She had also applied, with a small Q-Tip, another jelly-like substance on each hyper extended nipple. Finally, the PA had taken two pieces of soft twine and tied them around the base of each of those tender nipples and pulled them tight enough to firmly stay in position on each nipple base, but not enough to cut off the blood circulation.
Laura could feel the slightest movement of air on each of her super sensitive, blood engorged, nipples which, if they would not have been tattooed, would have turned even a brighter shade of red than the tattoo color itself.
report The water level in the tank was about four inches below the very tips of her now 1-3/4 inch long straining nipples. Prior to this occasion, her nipples had never been aroused to reach a length of more than 1-1/2 inches, except for the time she was on the slave auction block in the Middle East, and a few times with Johnny in their BDSM relationship.
Jose then entered the room and walked to the end of the aquarium to address Laura directly. She awkwardly strained to look up from her bound position, but could barely see anything above his waist since her head was securely restrained by the head strap.
“Good evening again, Miss Nelson,” he stated as if he were introducing himself in a normal social situation.
“I hope you will quickly cooperate and tell me exactly who told you that I, or my company was involved in any illegal operation. I’ll remove your gag shortly so that you can tell me, but first I must utilize two of your ‘finer points’ to make sure I get the real truth from you,” he continued in response to her muffled moans.
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