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lengths of a pair of gorgeous, shapely legs sheathed in black stockings. The blonde’s stockinged feet were strapped into a pair of high heeled sandals, which gave her just enough extra height so that she could stand with arms bent a little, and was thus able to relieve the strain. Still, the demanding position must have taken its toll, for she moaned once again — it was the same moan they had heard in the hallway.
    She twisted around to regard Mallory with an imploring look in her anxious eyes. Despite the fact that her pretty features were distorted by the gag, Mallory recognized the well-built blonde immediately: they had found Meghan Dillon.
     
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    “You guys are in lot of trouble...” she began.
    The ferret, which had a hold of one arm spun her around, and the big guy delivered a short jab to her solar plexus. An “Oooomph,” of breath was expelled as Mallory bent in half from the sucker punch, and fell to her knees, gasping for air. Once again the gorilla curled his fingers in her hair, grabbed a fistful and yanked her straight up so that she knelt erect at his feet, her shoulders heaving. He held her by the hair, pulling back her head so she was forced to look up at him with tearing, pain-filled eyes.
    “Ya still don’t get it, do ya? When I tell you to shut up, you shut up!”
    The gorilla hauled her to her feet and shoved her along, as the ferret dragged her by the wrists to a place under the crossbars where a third rope hung down, waiting. In a business-like manner, her upraised wrists were secured by a spring clip, then attached to the dangling line. She saw the gorilla coming at her with a menacing grin and a ballgag in his hands.
    “No...wait!” she hollered, before clamping her teeth defiantly shut.
    But the ferret who was standing behind her, merely reached around and pinched her nose and when she opened to gasp for air, the hard rubber ball was rudely shoved in her mouth, the binding strap competently buckled in place.
    Now the two thugs stepped back to look at the result of their handiwork: Three women captives hanging in a row: the two new ones, helpless and fighting their growing fear; the blonde, by now having given up all hope, hanging limp in despair.
    “What’ll we do with them now?” The ferret asked, breathing hard.
    “He’ll be back in an hour or so; he’ll know what to do. ‘Til then, we keep ‘em in storage”
    “Well,” said the ferret in a sly, oily tone, “It couldn’t hurt to have a little fun while we’re waiting.”
    “I dunno. You know how the Captain feels about fresh pussy — likes to start them off right; HIS way.”
    “You don’t think he’ll want to take these two on the trip with... 8?” The ferret seemed incredulous.
    “Why not? They’re not bad looking. And you can never tell what he’s thinking. We’d better wait.”
    But the captive women intrigued the ferret, and he couldn’t just sit there, knowing three attractive women were so easily available to him, and (unlike most of the women he had known), these were in no position to say “no”.
    “I don’t suppose he’d mind if I just copped a little feel, do you?”
    The gorilla looked at him doubtfully.
    But the ferret didn’t wait for an answer. He moved in to within a few inches of Kip, grinning into the young agent’s terrified eyes, before letting his eyes fall greedily to her young upraised chest. He reached for her firm jutting breasts as she twisted her shoulders, drawing back from him as far as she could in a futile gesture to escape his touch. His hand closed on her left breast, and he rolled it in his palm.
    “Oooh, yeah...nice..real nice. You got nice, little titties,” he purred, squeezing and fondling the small hard tit he fingered in his right hand, while his victim grunted into her gag and shook her shoulders in muted protest.
    The ferret now brought both hands into play, firmly massaging both jellied mounds, moving them in slow circles, happily toying with Kip