Chapter Fifteen: The Agency
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:Author: Gospodin

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 15
   :shs-keywords: Ff, latex, mc, bd

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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