It has come to My attention that Ted was indeed involved in the deeply undercover ‘rubber section’ in years gone by.
This agency was seen as the supreme method of spying as the agents were adorned head to foot in thick soundproof rubber and could penetrate deep areas such as drains and gardens.
Their suits were fitted with sophisticated listening devices and enough water to keep them hydrated for 48 hours. They had probes that could be fed through air vents or even through sewerage pipes to pop up inside toilets, sinks and the such. The probes were fibre optic and practically undetectable to the human eye.
Of course this was a god send for spies as they could get close enough to burrow those probes through anything, bricks, tarmac, soil – nothing was impenetrable.
Once in hiding, confined in the rubber suits the spy’s received the information and translated it into code. Mathematical code that was so secret only 20 people in the country could translate it.
These spies were responsible for the Baring’s bank crash, one of the oldest investment banks in the country who ‘lost’ a staggering 25 million in the crash damaging the entire British banking system. This was pinned solely on Nicholas Leeson. Investment banker ‘Nick’ was blamed for the entire travesty and did indeed serve time in prison.
But he was innocent wasn’t he Ted? The government needed to lay their hands on £25m for some reason and this was the easiest way to do it without getting mud on their hands.
Just what conversations were listened into to facilitate this fraud? What did they need the money for? Research? Rumour has it that it was simply the first step in pushing the country into ‘hard times’ to curfew spending and push the people down with a sense of poverty.
In more recent times Britain’s most successful serial confidence trickster, Achilleas Kallakis, faces up to 10 years in jail after being found guilty of duping banks out of more than £750m.
Kallakis and his co-fraudster, Alex Williams appeared at Southwark crown court to receive their sentence for orchestrating Britain’s biggest ever mortgage fraud. The former Croydon travel agent tricked a series of bankers into believing he was a super-rich Mayfair property baron and convinced them to lend him millions to fund lucrative deals.
Were they chosen to carry the can because 18 years ago the two men previously stood alongside one another – at the same court – pleading guilty to a forgery scheme involving the sale of bogus manorial titles to unsuspecting Americans.
What is this all about? A further payment to some organisation? This time 3 TIMES the £25m.
Are we being blackmailed as a country? Trafficking nuclear weapons or simply funding the greedy lifestyles of the MPs? The rumour mill churns out claims of much bigger things which I am sure you are aware of.
One day soon you will be tracked down and be answerable to these question and many many more …….
She had been crammed into the small cage as I planned what I could do after she promised that I could do absolutely anything in exchange for keeping her dirty little secret out of public view.
I phoned one of My bitches who arrived and was fully dressed. Ready for fun I released the caged victim before binding them together back to front forcing them to dance together, wriggle, rub up against one another gyrate like the love starved sluts that they were.
Anyone pausing or not giving enough effort would be punished with a whack of the crop of a slash of the flogger. The violet wand was even brought into use as the effort levels drops failing to please Me.
Eventually My mind fell to the ultimate humiliation – making buffy suck My strap on whilst being fucked by the other slave with a larger strap -on….. perfect.
All I can say is that the orgasm that shot out of buffy shook her from head to foot it was so intense…… wanna see what caused it?????
Deciding that a little more fun was overdue I sent buffy a picture of himself wearing ladies clothing from the last time I kidnapped him and blackmailed him into coming to retrieve the pictures.
Of course it was all a cunning plan to get My claws into the poor bitch once again.
Arriving sheepishly I directed her to the furthermost corner of the dungeon where I had allegedly tossed the photos and as he bent down to get them I wrestled him into a body locking position whilst he cried out in surprise. Locking his head in a metal cage ensured he was mine for the duration. Eventually I released his arms from the rear of the head device as his moaning was interferring with My classical music.
It was time for a little fun…. for Me at least…. ”Smile now buffy for the photo album, tell Me you didn’t really think this leopard had changed its spots and would give you all these photos I’ve been collecting?” I laughed. People in your Rugby club would be absolutely horrified wouldn’t they? Imagine how much street cred you would lose in one simple click of the button to make the pics live?
Begging and crying buffy pleaded for mercy not to be exposed and ruined. Please he pleaded I will do anything to make it OK with you. ”Anything?” hmmmm well now then I will just pop you into this small cage and decide just what I could do to top all the other things I have subjected you to over the years….
Janie was once again summonsed to My presence. Tense, scared, excited, nervous, full of questions she once again booked into a hotel supplying Me with the room number.
Playing games with her to intensify those feelings of excitement I sent her to the bar for a snack and a nice glass of wine….. she waited and waited and eventually I breezed in and proceeded to chat her up….. or so it seemed……
I had purchased her a glass of red and when she came to stand up appeared a little more wobbly than she would have expected….. I escorted her out for some fresh air only stopping to get her room key (for safe keeping you understand …wink wink) when suddenly she found herself in a finger lock with My voice menacingly telling her NOT to try and raise anyone’s attention or else…
I had one of My collared boys assisting Me so it was easy to fling the now captive janie into the kidnap mobile and restrain her with rope and gaffer tape throwing in some strategically placed electric shock pads to ensure good behaviour.
Then the journey began…. although she must have an idea of where she would end up I’m sure the excitement of those bound helpless journeys must reverberate around her mind over the days and weeks that follow.
At the dungeon she was subjected to a full strip and dozens of electrical pads attached to her roped down body.
Unable to moan effectively through the gag she was alive with pulsations as I completed what can only be described as a nice bit of rope work to her penis which was at a most peculiar angle to her body.
I held her in captivity for many hours and force dressed her, did her her, nails and makeup and enjoyed the sultry looks as she sashayed around in front of Me making me wish I were a lesbian at times!
I have obscured her face to protect her from you flesh lusting perverts but believe Me when I say she looked stunning.