# Chapter Fifteen: The Agency

Author: | Gospodin

Marie stepped into a small foyer, and was greeted by a cute looking professional young woman behind a large mahogany desk. The girl's blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun, and her face was framed with a pair of thick-rimmed harlequin glasses.

"Ah, you must be Marie." the young woman smiled, "Welcome to the Enthrallment Talent Agency and Labor Exchange! I'll just ring up for your caseworker now. Please, have a seat."

Marie sat on the bench along the opposite wall, and winced as her tail squeezed beneath her yet again. The dry plug was now simply uncomfortable without even being stimulating. She watched the young secretary work, and wasn't sure if she could hear the clinking of chains as she shifted in her seat.

After a few minutes, the blonde looked up at Marie and smiled again, "You may now go in. Climb to the top of the stairs and go through the third door on the left." There didn't seem to have been any sort of communication between her and anyone else in the organization, and Marie wondered if she had been made to wait simply for waiting's sake.

Marie found the office easily enough, and opened the door to see the back of a stocky woman dressed in a puffy white blouse and high leather corset. She was working on the computer behind the desk, and had images of Marie in various states of bondage in her bedroom. Marie coughed slightly to get her attention, but the woman simply gestured over her shoulder at the armchair next to the door.

The chair was very large, made of solid redwood and padded with vinyl cushions in strategic places. It had a high back that almost reached the ceiling, but what was most interesting was the loops of wide leather that hung from the armrests and legs. Marie blinked, and looked over at the computer screen, noting shots of herself at the halloween party and prancing on the pain-grid in the storage vault.

Sighing, Marie sat down on the chair and brought the large strap that was built into the back of the chair to rest around her waist. She slipped her paw-booted ankles through the large loops at the legs, and stuck her arms through the large straps on the armrests. She coughed again and waited.

The woman behind the desk seemed engrossed in her computer work, reading over what appeared to be a dossier on Marie's enslavement. Marie could see photos of her house, complete with close-ups of remodeling work and before-and-after photos of her bedroom. She fiddled idly with the loose leather straps, feeling them give a little when she tugged hard.

Marie played with the straps, and realized that it felt as though there were weights attached to the ends of the arm straps. She was just strong enough to begin to lift them, but couldn't do much of anything. After a few minutes of experimentation, she gave a quick tug to both armstraps at once.

The result startled Marie into a rapid panic. The weights she felt seemed to fall off of some sort of shelf and hang free, pulling all of the straps about her wrists, ankles, and waist tight with a sudden force. Marie howled out loud as the waist strap pulled her back against the wall, pressing her tail beneath her.

At the sound of Marie's wail, the woman behind the desk spun slowly around. Marie was instantly distracted from the stretching in her raw anus as she looked at the woman's face. She recognized, despite the mirrored sunglasses that covered her eyes, that she was looking at Angelica.

"Hello Marie. I'm so glad you decided to join our organization." Angelica smirked, the corner of her mouth creased as she shuffled some papers on her desk.

"Oh Angie! Please! What is going on?" Marie burst out in tears, confused and frightened and suddenly realizing that she hadn't been able to speak to her friend since their lunch date on the day she was laid off.

Angelica folded her hands in front of her on the desk. "I have been in charge of your case for a long time. Naturally, as your development progressed my part became less involved, but recently your Mistress contacted me and requested that I continue oversight."

"You've met her?" Marie opened her puffy eyes wide behind her mask, but Angelica simply held up her hand to signal that she wasn't finished.

"Yours is a somewhat unusual case, I suppose. You see, I incurred quite a considerable debt with Enthrallment, Inc. They have an incredible variety of enticing ways to earn it off, but it would seem that I was... unsuccessful." Angelica picked up a photo of Marie fellating Steed off her desk and looked at it sadly.

"I realized," Angelica continued, "that you were a perfect recruit. Your assets are considerable--enough to compensate for my debt--and your submission is a nearly textbook case for this organization."

Marie's lip trembled as her eyes teared in frustration and anger. "W-w..What did you do?"

Angelica stopped suddenly and gathered a stack of forms. Pressing her black lips together, she lifted herself to her feet and sashayed slowly around in front of her desk. Marie could see that the leather corset was in fact a knee-length corset dress, and padlocks ran down the front buckles where the retaining straps attached. Angelica jingled as she walked, which was with no small amount of difficulty since her feet were locked into painful-looking ballet shoes.

"There's nothing to it, dearie." Angelica placed the stack of forms on the chair arm and slipped a pen into Marie's hand. "These put us in charge of the house's rennovations. This one co-signs the title deed to your Mistress and to the agency. This one here is for your personal property as assessed via my survey and your records, and this here defines the attic of the house as your sanctuary zone.

Marie looked at her reflection in Angelica's sunglasses. "And what about you, Angie? What do you win from all this? Where's your thirty pieces of silver?"

Angelica sighed again and leaned back against her desk. "I hope to be released from certain..." she placed her hand over the crotch of her corset-dress, as if to massage a sore muscle, "...obligations. I was not lying to you when I said that I have been through far worse than you. My debt to this organization is because of foolish mistakes I made. It took me a full year to come to terms with the idea of recruiting you. In the end, I realized that you really want this. You're a natural slave, Marie. You owe it to yourself not to do this halfway." Angelica seemed to almost admire Marie in her submission, perhaps even envious.

Marie sniffed, tears still trickling down her cheek. The tight straps hid the ferocity with which she struggled to escape, ignoring the excruciating stretching in her rear as she pushed on her tail to fight the waist-strap. She was in a cyclone of emotions, but a tiny voice of reason in her head pointed out one simple fact: Until she signed, she would have to sit there listening to her best friend rationalize her betrayal.

Quietly, Marie shifted the pen in her hand and scribbled her signature on the page. Smiling, Angelica reached forward and helped her position for the next sheet.

When it was all finished, Angelica slipped the forms into a manila envelope and minced her way around the desk, filing the envelope in a large cabinet. Opening a second drawer, she produced a wood box that reminded Marie of something she couldn't quite remember in her sleep-deprived state. Shuffling back, Angelica set the box on Marie's lap.

"In a minute, I'm going to release you from the chair, and you're going to put on everything in that box. Do you understand?" Marie stared at the box and nodded quietly.

Angelica reached up to the top of the bondage throne and pulled hard on what appeared to be a built-in lever, releasing the tension on Marie's bonds with a loud mechanical groan. Wearily, Marie opened the chest in her lap to reveal four manacles joined with an X of mid-length chain. She quietly fitted them around her wrists and ankles, hoping to rush through whatever was in store for her.

"Good girl, Marie. Your obedience will be rewarded. You will be taken to the processing chamber for cleaning and preparation, and then you will be outfitted for your first assignment. I will see you again, sweetie." Angelica lowered her sunglasses to reveal a pair of yellow eyes with vertical almond-shaped pupils, like a cat's. "Count on it."

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