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Subject: {ASSM} Bondage Story Segment AEJ 6B
Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 20:10:04 -0500
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AEJ 6B

    Jim returned her smile.  "No, no badge, but since you 
are helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required 
that you be a deputy of a U.S. Marshal." 
    "Do I get to carry a gun?" she asked. 
    "No, no gun," replied Jim.  "Come, on, let's get this 
paperwork out of the way so we can get to work.  You said 
that you had six days free?" 
    "That's right," said Angelica, standing up, and making 
sure that her white blouse was properly tucked in, she 
reached around her back to neaten up. 
    "Then we will limit your deputation to that time.  
Also, there are several other papers to sign, putting you 
under my jurisdiction, and that will be it."  Jim opened 
the door to the Colonel's office, and ushered her in. 
    The Colonel met them both at the door, and shook 
Angelica's hand after she offered it.  "I am Angelica 
Perez," she said.  She stood proudly with her breasts out, 
awaiting instructions. 
    Realizing that he was expected to lead the proceedings, 
the Colonel took her arm and ushered her to one of the two 
chairs in front of his desk.  Jim and Angelica sat down. 
    "Angelica, I have been asked by Jim, in his capacity as 
a Federal Marshal, to witness your deputation.  Also, I 
have several papers here that Jim has requested me to have 
available in order for him to fulfill his mission to find 
the slavers that are operating in Mexico, and to locate and 
secure the release of Mrs. Renee Wentworth. 
    "I have reviewed his plan, and I think that it is a 
good one, one that may work.  Your role is both critical 
and heroic.  Are you willing to work on this case, as Jim 
has requested?" 
    "I am proud to serve in this capacity," said Angelica 
confidently.  "I have personal reasons for seeing these 
horrible crimes stopped."  Her voice quivered.  The Colonel 
looked at Jim and nodded.  It seemed that Jim had stumbled 
into a particularly helpful and motivated volunteer. 
    "Good, Miss Perez.  Please stand up," said the Colonel. 
    She did so, and Jim also rose.  "Do you solemnly swear 
to be deputy of the United States Marshal Jim Fredericks, 
and uphold the laws of the United States of America?" 
    "I do," said Angelica. 
    "I hereby appoint you a deputy of a U.S. Marshal," said 
the Colonel, and he signed a paper, and put a notary seal 
to it.  "Sign here, please."  He handed the paper to 
Angelica, who signed it. 
    "Also," said the Colonel, "we need the following 
documents signed.  These will facilitate your cover here in 
Mexico, and help us to draw out our targets."  He handed 
her the Confession of Judgement, and the Consignment for 
Detention documents, and said, "Sign here, on the bottom of 
these last pages."  Each document was several pages long, 
and Angelica did not bother to examine them, or to even see 
what they were titled.  Without hesitation or doubt, she 
signed both of the two documents.  She did not realize that 
she had confessed to the crime of smuggling cocaine, and 
that she had been consigned for detention to Jim until such 
time as he turned her over to the Mexico Prison for Women. 
    "Good," said Jim.  "Angelica, you will be posing also 
as prisoner, but instead of being a witness, you have 
confessed to involvement in the slavery ring after you were 
arrested on a drug charge.  Your confession about 
information regarding the slavery ring was given to us in 
return for a lighter sentence.  This information will be 
given to the press by tomorrow morning.  We will, of 
course, use an assumed name for you in the press release, 
but your photo will be distributed to the papers.  It is 
our hope that this will lead the slavers to make an attempt 
to break you out of prison, or assassinate you, in an 
attempt to find out what information you have imparted. 
    "Obviously this will be the dangerous part.  But 
tonight you will spend the night in the hotel room with 
Stacy and I.  In the early afternoon, there will be a 
hearing that you will attend, and it will be widely 
publicized." 
    "Very well," said Angelica.  "Since I am to be a 
prisoner, will I go handcuffed, like Stacy?" 
    "Yes, you will," answered Jim. 
    "If there is nothing else," said the Colonel, "I have 
quite a bit of business to take care of.  Jim, we will be 
expecting to hear from you.  I know that another agency is 
involved here, but nevertheless, if you need us to help, 
please call." 
    "I may need to make use of your holding cells again 
tomorrow afternoon, depending on how things go," said Jim. 
    "Fine, just call ahead first, so we can make sure that 
we are ready for you," offered the Colonel. 
    All three rose, and there was an awkward silence.  
Angelica moved for the door, then looked at Jim, as if she 
expected him to put the handcuffs on her right away.  
Angelica stood underneath one of the lights that were on 
the Colonel's office ceiling.  Despite hours of work in the 
air, her blouse was still white, crisp and fresh.  Her 
skirt hugged her hips intimately, and flared just above the 
knees to where the skirt came to mid-calf length.  
Angelica's curled tresses fell about her shoulders.  Her 
high heels with the straps made her posture somewhat 
strained, but she was used to it, and it added an overall 
sexiness to her appearance.  Both her hands were clasped in 
front of her, nervously. 
    Jim spoke.  "Colonel, will you please ask the guard to 
bring in my things from the outside office?" 
    The Colonel picked up the phone and spoke briefly to 
the guard. 
    "I notice that you are wearing two rings.  They would 
be safest here in the Colonel's safe along with your 
confession and consignment documents." 
    Angelica removed them, and handed them to Jim as if 
they were her last remaining possessions, and her last 
vestige of freedom.  She then pulled a small key out of her 
belt. 
    Jim took it.  "I had forgotten about this.  Good, 
Colonel, this is the key to a locker in the airport that 
contains Miss Perez' purse, passport, and other 
belongings."  Jim handed it to the Colonel.  He put it 
along with the rings in a plastic bag, and then wrote the 
contents down on a slip of paper, and asked Angelica to 
sign. 
    "Why does it say 'prisoner's signature' where I am 
supposed to sign?" asked Angelica, taking in a sharp 
breath. 
    As if in answer, Jim took out a pair of bright nickel 
handcuffs and handed them to her.  She took them, not 
knowing at all what to do.  The metal hefted solidly in her 
hands, and she examined the unforgiving workmanship that 
went into their making. 
    "Put them on, behind your back," said Jim, with a 
smile. 
    "Handcuff myself!" exclaimed Angelica, laughing.  
"Don't I need the key?" 
    "I thought that you said that you had been tied 
before?" inquired Jim. 
    "I said that I had been tied up, but that was with 
rope.  I have never been handcuffed!" 
    "Well, to answer your question, you don't need the key.  
See, they just open up, even though they look locked.  
Then, they just ratchet shut on your wrist."  Jim stepped 
forward to demonstrate.  He took the 'cuffs from her and 
opened one of them, then gave them back to her for her to 
open the second one.  The Colonel watched the instruction 
period smiling.  When Angelica had opened the second 'cuff, 
she experimentally closed it about her left wrist, but too 
loosely, then moved them around her back, and was searching 
for the best way to close it onto her right wrist when the 
door opened.  It was the female guard, and she carried the 
leather octopus binding, and the leather prod gag. 
    Jim could see Angelica blanch as she saw the bindings 
arrive, so he quickly stepped up behind her, took her right 
wrist, and clasped the remaining 'cuff around it, and 
tightened to the proper tightness the one on her left 
wrist. 
    "Do you have a pair of standard-keyed leg irons that we 
can borrow?" Jim asked the guard. 

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