It’s a hard life being a secret agent but it can be even more difficult sometimes when you’re constantly being followed around by obsessive fans!

There’s not a day goes by when in attempting to carry out my special duties, I get rudely interrupted by some moronic idiot after a signed autograph or a photo of me in action!

I’ve lost count of the number of times the bad guys have gotten away because some geeky fan has followed me to their secret hideout and bl*wn my cover!

Well this time I wasn’t about to let it happen again!!!

I’d received my orders to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a government scientist who had been working on something top secret.

After a few days of snooping I finally managed to get a lead and set off under the cover of darkness to rendezvous with an informant who claimed to have details of the whereabouts of the missing scientist.

Putting on my bl*ck, shiny, thigh high boots and slinky bl*ck catsuit, I headed off to the clandestine meeting making sure that I wasn’t being followed!

The rendezvous was due to take place around the back of a disused warehouse but when I arrived there was no sign of my contact.

I was slightly early however so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a few more minutes...

Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, everything went dark....

****

When I awoke I was horrified to find myself bound and gagged with tight silver duct tape in a furnished room.

I tried to move the best I could but the b*ndage was very tight. My booted legs were taped together at my ankles, knees, thighs and upper thighs.

My arms were taped behind my back with my wrists crossed and lashed together. More duct tape was tied above and below my breasts, squeezing them like a pair of lemons.

Finally, whoever had done this to me had shoved something like a cloth into my mouth and sealed it in with more tape tied around my head and over my lower face, keeping me firmly gagged.

I tried to cry out the best I could but the tight tape gag reduced my angry protests to inaudible grunts and groans.

I don’t know who did this to me but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stay here like some sort of caged pet so I immediately start to struggle.

Rolling around the sofa, I twist my boots against the tape making them squeak loudly. I grunt and moan into the tight gag but it’s no use - although I don’t know it, I’m in a soundproof chamber, so even if there were someone close by, they wouldn’t able to hear me.

I struggle onto the floor and then suddenly I spot the camera behind the glass wall.

“What the hell is this?” I think to myself.

“A camera?!? I’m being filmed???”

This makes me madder than hell and I start to fight and struggle even harder against the tape but it is no use - it simply won’t budge!

Trapped inside a glass chamber, every second of my desperate struggle being filmed, I feel totally humiliated by this situation but I can’t give up - I’m going to keep fighting until I get free!!!

*****

Several weeks later, I’m back in my apartment.

I don’t know what happened exactly, only that at some point everything went bl*ck again and the next thing I knew I was back home in bed, wearing my green silk pyjamas.

Had it all been a dream? Did it really happen? But if it did then how did I get home and who put me to bed?!?

The next morning I awake and go downstairs. Some mail has arrived for me and amongst it there is a parcel. I open it and it turns out to be a DVD...

This intrigued me and so I play it to see what’s on the disc...

I cannot believe it!!! It’s footage of me in my catsuit and boots on that very night I was taped up and gagged in that strange room!!!

Now I am really hopping mad!!!

So it wasn’t a dream and it really did happen!

That vile fiend!!! How dare he!!! I swear, I will get even with him if it’s the last thing I do!!!

But then I notice something strange about the video clip... those sounds that are coming from it aren’t being made by me!?!

It’s quite close but I can tell it isn’t me grunting and groaning - believe me, when you’ve been tied up as much as I have you know what sounds you make!!!

Then I notice that there is a note attached to the envelope the DVD was packaged in.

The note says that I was taken by a man who claims to be a huge fan of mine. He had heard so much about my previous adventures where I’ve been captured and tied up that he wanted to see me in action for himself.

He says he was hugely impressed by my “performance” and he apologised for putting me through it but he always intended to let me go.

But then came the really nutty bit!

He says he’s really into b*ndage himself and he wants to be just like me!!! So much so, that whilst I was tied up in that glass chamber, he was tied up next door wearing exactly the same clothes as me and those sounds on the video clip are being made by him!!!

This is so strange... this guy really is some sort of a sicko!

But then the note ends by the man saying that he hopes I won’t be too angry with him and to try and make up for the inconvenience he put me through, he has enclosed details about the whereabouts of the missing scientist!!!

I can’t believe it!!!

So it looks like this time one of my obsessive fans has actually helped me in one of my missions!

I’m grateful of course but there are easier ways to help someone out!!!

The End?

Sounds & Binds of A Sicko - Mp4