Rachel Suspended

For his prize in the "Things that go *mmmph* in the Night" contest, requested for his OC Rachel to be stripped and suspended

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Rachel worriedly watched the door for the return of her captors at the sounds of approaching footsteps. She audibly sighed with relief into her gag as the door opened, revealing her partner for the mission.
“Bet you’re grateful this is a joint-op,” smiled Catherine looking up at the suspended young woman.
Rachel nodded. She watched quietly as Catherine’s eyes tracked the ropes suspending her up to the ceiling, through the pulleys, and over to where they were tied off to a pipe going up the wall. Catherine set down her gun, walked over to the pipe, and didn’t bother with picking the knot, but opted for the faster cutting the rope, before gently lowering Rachel’s sore body to the ground.
“Can you escape from that yourself, or do you need me to untie you?” asked Catherine.
*um-hngi-me* grunted Rachel softly.
“I might have to touch you in the process. Are you okay with that?”
*mm-hnn* nodded Rachel. She knew Catherine knew she had to touch her, but was glad that Catherine had asked. Rachel remembered when she’d first met Catherine a few days ago, Catherine and her friends had talked her into playing a game of strip poker as an ice breaker on the pretext that it would be a little more exciting and there were no men around. When the cards were set down for the last time, Rachel had found herself naked except for her panties and Catherine’s bound and gagged plaything. Although the night hadn’t been entirely un-enjoyable, Rachel was glad Catherine wasn’t openly taking advantage of the situation. Rachel still had a hunch that Catherine might touch her a little more than necessary to untie her.
Catherine crouched behind Rachel and much to Rachel’s relief, the first thing Catherine did was remove the nipple clamps. Catherine smiled broadly as Rachel moaned into her gag, watching the bound woman feel return of blood to her nipples. “Rachel, you were so bashful at our game the other night, I didn’t realize you were such an exhibitionist.”
*hnn?*
“You do realize that the kill camera on my gun has been recording you since I entered the room.”
Rachel turned and starred in horror. Catherine had deliberately placed her rifle so the kill-cam would record every second it could of the bound woman’s captivity.
“So Rachel,” smiled Catherine reaching for the gag, “How much is it worth to you for the chip recording that to not make it back to the mission report. It might stay confidential, but someone might find out about it and decide to dig it out of the mission archives and share your bound image around the black ops world. Just think about it, your naked body, available to the screens of anyone you’ve worked with or will work with in the future.”
“You’ve made your point, what do you want?” glared Rachel.
Catherine smiled and began working on the ropes around Rachel’s ankles, “When this mission is over, after you were captured, I found you fully clothed, cuffed and gagged to that folding chair. We’ll both write mission reports to that effect. When debriefing is done, we’re going to get something to eat, then you get to come to my place, we’ll take a nice relaxing hot shower, then I get to tie you up again.”
“No photos or cameras?”
“If I take any photos they’ll be for my private collection,” nodded Catherine.
Rachel glared at Catherine, “Do you do this to everyone you work with?”
“Only the ones who let themselves get captured on the job, and even then,” whispered Catherine before leaning closer and kissing Rachel’s cheek, “only the ones who I find attractive.”