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Nylon Agenda

Introduction

Marcus Sheppard was at his desk doing paperwork when a knock came at the door. He looked up from his work, “Enter.”

The door slid open and in walked Tricia. She served as Sheppard’s lead lab technician. “I have disappointing news master,” Tricia said as she handed him a file. “The new orbs that convert other materials into nylon are not working.”

“What do you mean they aren’t working?” We just enslaved four women in the past few days with those orbs. They converted cotton socks, jeggings and spandex into conversion nylons.”

Tricia walked over and pointed to a highlighted area of the file. “What you say is true. But, twelve hours after enslavement the converted nylons became unstable and reverted back to their original material. We immediately contained the women, put them in stockings and re-converted them with the regular orbs.”

“This is unacceptable,” Sheppard yelled, “I want results! Find out what the problem is and fix it!”

Marcus threw the file back at her and ordered Tricia out of the room. The lab technician obeyed and left.

With his slave gone; Sheppard sat at his desk and slammed his fist down. “Back to square fucking one,” he mumbled to himself. Just then a small icon flickered onto the computer screen. It was a news alert that Marcus had programed to go off when any significant nylon news was reported. He usually used this to know what the public and by extension the authorities knew about his operation. However, this was different. The news story was regarding a news reporter in Minnesota.

“Hmmm,” Marcus softly said aloud, “this could be interesting.”

Sheppard read the entire article and watched the attached YouTube clip from the event. He then picked up the phone. After a few rings a female picked up. “Hello.”

“Amanda, this is Marcus Sheppard. I have an assignment for you.”

Chapter 1

After receiving her orders from Marcus, Amanda Winters hung up the phone. She served the nylon mastermind, but not as a slave. Amanda was one of twelve free will women employed in the organization. A few years prior, Sheppard found it necessary to employ such women. They mingled with crowds and got into places where his male operatives could not. At first Marcus tried to use converted slaves for this but they stuck out too much with their nylon encased bodies and needed constant prompting. Slaves like Tricia worked perfectly for duties in the facility but not the field. Since they employed the use of orbs, Vixens were ordered to never wear nylons. However, if the sheer fabric found it’s way to their legs, they received a vaccine that made them immune to the glowing spheres. Standing at six two, Amanda’s athletic frame served well on missions. Her shoulder length raven hair drew the attention of men and women alike. If that wasn’t enough, her perfect and natural D cup breasts added to her beauty. She was the best and undisputed Vixen leader.

“Carla,” Amanda barked towards the next room. “Get your shit, we have an assignment.”

“Finally,” Carla replied as she popped up from the couch. “We’ve been idle for a week. What does Sheppard got for us this time?”

Amanda followed her young partner into the bedroom. “He saw a news story about some woman in Minnesota being enslaved by nylon on camera.”

“Ok,” Carla said with a puzzled look, “that’s not odd. Our orbs enslave women all the time.”

“True,” Amada shot back, “but, this wasn’t an orb. The news woman referenced something called The Sheer Collective, and a Nylon Queen during the ordeal. Marcus wants us to look into it. Given the manor of the enslavement he thinks it may benefit our organization.”

Carla nodded and continued to pack her things. It was a new policy for Vixens to partner up. However it was working well. Though she had been fine on her own, Amanda enjoyed having the ambitious Carla Jenkins along. Unlike her, Carla was short, standing at five foot five. What she lacked in stature, the young Vixen made up for with her tone body and luscious c-cup breasts. Before her employment by Sheppard, Carla had been an all-American soccer player in college. Though Amanda was quite a bit older at thirty five than her partner at twenty four; Amanda was attracted to the younger Vixen. The sight of Carla’s medium length golden locks in the sun gave her lustful chills. The feeling was not returned fully yet, but the two had hooked up a few times during some parties.

After packing her gear, Amanda waited at the door for her other half. “Let’s go,” she yelled, “I’m ready to get going.”

Moments later Carla emerged from her room and the two Vixens left.

Chapter 2

With his best Vixen looking into The Sheer Collective, Marcus Sheppard returned his focus to his own nylon enslaving empire. With a high demand for Nylonized slaves across the globe, business was booming.

“Carter,” Sheppard yelled at his head of slave distribution, “give me the day’s run down.”

“We sir,” Carter replied, “We have two hundred slaves converted, and ready to fill orders in The Middle East and Russia. However, after that we are getting fairly thin with only sixty slaves left. We have over a thousand orbs out across our territory, but getting those units in will take some time.”

“How did we get so low,” Marcus inquired.”

Carter handed his clipboard to Sheppard. “As you can see on the chart sir, we were fine until that large order from Moscow came in. Our parties continue to convert women as do our mailed orbs and Vixen agents. We need more than the three facilities we have to process and ship the slaves.”

“I know,” Sheppard agreed, “I am in the process of expanding our territory. In the meantime, see what you can do about getting more agents out to pick up converted slaves from the mailed orbs.”

Carter nodded and walked off. Just then, a van of fresh units arrived. Marcus decided to check out the new crop. At first glance it seemed normal. Each van had the capacity to retrieve and transport fifty Nylonized women. However, this van only carried half that.

Sheppard immediately went to the driver “What the hell is this shit? Why isn’t the van at capacity?”

“Sorry sir,” the driver replied, “this is all we got for tonight in our sector.”

“We sent enough orbs into that area to fill two of these vans,” Marcus explained.

The driver nodded,” I know that sir, but, the men we are sending these orbs to are either not using them or women around them are not in nylons. Remember, we use the internet to locate individuals with a nylon fetish as potential orb targets. Sometimes people just click on our pop up ads for the hell of it.”

Though still infuriated at the lack of slaves, Sheppard realized what the driver was saying. After taking a minute to calm down, Marcus smiled at the driver. “You’re right, keep up the good work.” He then walked back to his office. Somehow he had to get his numbers up.

Amanda and Carla were making good time. They had been driving twelve hours straight and decided to stop at a roadside motel for some rest.

“Tell me again why we didn’t just fly,” Carla asked between yawns.

“Too much security,” Amanda replied.

“I know,” Carla shot back, “the question was rhetorical.”

Amanda let out a small laugh and the pair continued towards the motel office. Upon entering the office, the travelers noticed that the clerk was a young woman. She looked to be in her early twenties and had fire red hair in a ponytail that fell between the shoulder blades on her back. Amada looked at the clerk and smiled,

“do you have any rooms available for the night?”

“Yes,” was the reply,” how many beds would you like?”

“Two of course,” Carla answered with an annoyed tone.”

“I figured, but, I have to ask.”

Amanda smiled and glanced down at the clerk’s name tag. “Not a problem Jenna.”

As she got up to retrieve the room keys, Carla noticed that Jenna was wearing nude pantyhose with her work uniform. The Vixen couldn’t resist. “So, do they make you wear those or is it a choice?”

With key in hand, Jenna turned to respond. “Excuse me; I’m afraid I don’t understand your question.”

“She means the pantyhose,” Amanda chimed in. “Do they make you wear them with your uniform or is it something you choose to do?”

It was clear that Jenna was uncomfortable with this question from complete strangers. “Umm, it is part of the dress code.”

Not able to resist making this girl even more awkward, Carla placed her hand on the clerk’s. “I see, but, the big question is; do you like to wear nylons?”

Jenna pulled her hand away. “I am not comfortable with this,” she said, “please take your keys and have a good night.”

The Vixens smiled and complied. After they left, Jenna ran a hand along her right, nylon sheathed leg. A small shudder of pleasure ran up her spine.

Now in the room, the Vixens discussed the clerk. “I think we should do it,” Carla said, “I could go for some fun after that long drive.”

“I know,” Amanda replied, “But what would we do with her after?”

“Just bring her with on the trip and then back with us to Sheppard. His numbers are down. He wouldn’t mind if we brought a slave or two back.”

Amanda pondered for a moment. Ok, let’s do it. She can be our road trip plaything.”

It had been an hour since the two strange women had checked in. The same questions kept going through Jenna’s mind. Who were they, why did they ask those strange questions about pantyhose? Just then the door opened and in walked the blonde of the strange pair. She was wearing a red halter top corset with black lace trim. The garment was accessorized with jet black pantyhose and red stiletto heels. “Can I help you with something?” Jenna asked.

“I believe you can,” Carla seductively purred. “Have a look at this.” Before Jenna could react, the sexy blonde stranger held up a glowing green orb that was equal in size to a softball. The orb shot a beam of energy into Jenna’s eyes. All logical thought exited the clerk’s mind as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her body. The nude hose that adorned her legs began to glow and slowly crawl up her torso. As this happened Jenna, who was now writhing on the floor, ripped off her uniform dress, kicked off her shoes and ran her glowing, nylon encased legs against one another. Her panties and bra had melted away under the glowing, sheer fabric.

“What.. What’s happening to me?” The fire haired youth whimpered between lustful moans. “Nylon feels so good, so soft. I must become nylon.”

Carla continued to hold the orb towards her victim. “That’s right my dear, give in to the pleasure, become nylon.”

The glowing pantyhose had now expanded to the top of Jenna’s neck, down her arms, and finally encased her hands with silky webbing between each finger. After convulsing a few more times, Jenna’s breathing became shallow. The orb and hose stopped glowing and the clerk stood. “I am nylon, I will obey.”

Carla let out a victories chuckle before leading the Nylonized youth to the room. Amanda was waiting on the bed, dressed in an identical outfit to Carla. “Nice job,” she said to her partner. Now, let’s have some fun. The Vixens played with their toy for three hours before falling asleep. After all, they still had ten hours to drive. The nylon unit that had once been Jenna sat motionless in the room’s chair, waiting for her next command.

Chapter Three

Fueled by plenty of sleep and pleasure, the two Vixens and their Nylonized pet made it to Minneapolis the next evening. It was time to find out about The Sheer Collective and what threat if any it posed to Sheppard’s operation. “So,” Carla asked after checking into a room, “what is our first move?”

“We will pose as federal investigators,” Amanda replied, “This will gain us access to the TV station where the incident took place. From there we can ask around and see what leads we get.”

Carla nodded, “sounds like a plan.”

“Nylon unit,” Amada said, “sit here and don’t make a sound.”

“I will obey.”

The vixens then exited the room.

Amanda’s plan worked to perfection. Under the guise of Federal Investigators, it was easy to get into the station. After asking around, The pair found a sound guy who saw the whole Nylon Queen incident unfold.

“Our reporter, Diane Stewart was interviewing a local cult leader,” the man explained, “about halfway through, Diane started acting funny.”

“What do you mean funny?” Amanda asked.

“Her words drifted off, she began talking about how her legs felt tingly and strange. We tried to get into the stage but the door was locked.”

“Locked?” Carla questioned, “Why didn’t you just unlock it?”

“We tried,” the man continued, “it was like the entire area around the stage was blocked by an unseen force field or something. Anyway, as we tried to get in to help, Diane continued to cry out about pleasure from her hosed legs and how they were fusing with her skin.”

“Interesting,” Amanda said, “did you see any kind of object in the sound stage with her, Perhaps an orb?”

“No,” was the response, “nothing.”

Carla became impatient, ‘Ok dude! Tell us something we haven’t seen on the footage.”

“That’s all I know,” the man replied, “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“How did your studio contact Nylon Queen for the interview?”

“She contacted us, and when we tried to run a trace on her calls and video feed after the incident it came up empty.”

“This is pointless,” Carla said to her partner, “let’s go.”

“Wait,” the sound man said, just before his questioners left. “I have been doing a bit of research myself into The Sheer Collective. I think I know where to find them.”

“Ok,” Amanda said, “show us where, come on.”

“I can’t right now, but give me a place to meet you and I will show you after my shift here.”

Amanda wrote down their room number and the man agreed to meet them in three hours. After grabbing a quick bite, The Vixens returned to their motel to prepare for the meeting. As they opened the door to the room they were shocked to see a woman and the sound guy waiting inside. Knowing this to be a trap, Carla and Amanda tried to exit but were cut off at the room’s entrance by a large, bouncer looking guy. The Vixen agents tried to fight past him but the man proved too strong.

“There is no need to fight, ‘one of the women said, “We only want to know who you are and why you are investigating The Collective. Oh by the way, your little nylon pet is sleeping comfortably in the tub.”

Just then, Cara noticed that the woman had on pantyhose. With lightning motion, she rolled across the floor to her bag. She then whipped out an orb and pointed it at the woman. The orb shot energy, but nothing happened beyond that. A confused Carla was pulled from her position by the bouncer man.

“Silly girl,” the woman mocked, “your little orb will not work on me.”

“So you have taken the vaccine,” Amanda concluded.”

“No,” the woman replied, “Nylon Queen’s spell is immune to your toys.”

With that the bouncer placed chloroform rags over the captive’s faces and held it until they passed out.

“Thanks for the heads up,” the woman said to the sound man. She then handed him a stack of money and sent him away. “Get those two into the truck. Nylon Queen wants a word with them. Oh bring that drone or whatever with as well.”

Chapter Four

Carla was the first to wake up; she was soon followed by Amanda. Both women were stripped naked and tied to wooden chairs in the middle of a solid white room. Once everything came back into focus, Amanda spotted a woman sitting across the room. She had the looks of a goddess. Her sexy red hair and luscious lips called out to The Vixens.”

“I’ve examined your slave,” the woman said as she got up. “It’s a bit crude for my taste but still very nice work. Oh, forgive my manners. I am Nylon Queen. Might I ask your names and why you are here?”

“Go to hell,” Amanda yelled.

“There is no need to be rude, “The Queen responded, “I am extending you the courtesy of an audience since we all appear to be in the same business. I could easily read your mind, wipe it clean, and turn you into my personal sluts should I choose. So, I will ask again, what are your names are and why are you here?”

Carla let out a sigh. “I am Carla and that is Amanda. We are Vixens, or agents for a man named Marcus Sheppard. He invented the orbs many years ago and has been using them to turn women into nylon slaves. He sells them to buyers across the globe.”

“Shut up Carla,” Amanda snapped towards her partner. “Don’t give this bitch another shred of information.”

Nylon Queen then got an angry look in her eyes, she closed them, and when they reopened they glowed green. The Queen immediately looked directly into Amanda’s eyes with her glowing ones. The senior Vixen convulsed and slumped over. She was conscious but very out of it.

Nylon Queen’s eyes returned to normal and she looked at Carla. “I have read her mind; I believe Mr. Sheppard is the one I need to converse with. Her eyes then returned to glowing and she looked at the dazed Amanda. To her amazement, Carla began to notice silky black nylon form around her partner’s feet. Simultaneously, Amanda convulsed against her bonds in pleasure. The nylon continued to grow up The Vixen’s legs, all the while sending waves of pleasure coursing through the body. Once the nylon reached the waist, essentially becoming pantyhose, Nylon Queen’s eyes glowed brighter and her victim writhed in pleasure even more.

Amanda cried out, “Oh my fucking god! My legs, they are on fire! It’s a pleasure I have never felt before!”

“The nylon is becoming one with your flesh,” The Queen remarked. “You will become part of my collective.” Carla could see the small flashes of resistance in her partner’s eyes. However, the pleasure caused by Nylon Queen’s spell was too great. Amanda’s pelvis gyrated up and down as if she was fucking an invisible lover. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room as she came again and again. Amanda’s body shook with a final lustful climax. Then, as if by magic, Amanda’s bonds released. The hose clad Vixen rose and stood by Nylon Queen who sensually brushed her hand against Amanda’s cheek. “Your partner is mine now. You will return to Mr. Sheppard and arrange a meeting between he and I.”

“I am not leaving without Amanda,” Carla shot back. “I will not leave her with the likes of you.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” Nylon Queen replied. “The only reason I have spared you from enslavement is an act of good will on my part. You see, I have examined the orbs that we found on you. I belive that your employer and I can reach some middle ground where we can both benefit from the other’s talents and abilities.”

Carla rolled her eyes,“Sheppard will never work with you.”

“I disagree my dear. When I read your friend’s mind, I saw the dilemma that Mr. Sheppard faces with his growing empire and dwindling numbers. He can only convert women who are already wearing nylons. As you just saw, I can create nylons and encase a woman in them quite easily. What I need is a way to enslave women on a mass scale.”

“Interesting,” Carla said, “so your powers do have limits.”

Nylon Queen replied, “It isn’t that I have limitations so much as enslaving women on that scale puts a strain on me. Sheppard’s orbs as well as his system of delivery and enslavement has peeked my interest.”

Nylon Queen then removed Carla’s bonds. The Vixen stood and was escorted to the door. Before allowing her to leave, Nylon Queen handed Crala an envelope and a DVD case. “The letter explains my proposal to Mr. Sheppard as well as my contact information. The DVD is a recording of Amanda’s enslavement as an example of my powers. If you fail to give these things to Sheppard, or try to screw me in any way; I will seek you out and turn you into a mindless nylon slut.”

“Fine,” Carla groaned,” but what will become of my partner?”

“Amanda will be released from my control after I have met with Sheppard.”

Carla nodded and left. In addition to letting her leave, Nylon Queen had also allowed Carla to take Nylon Unit Jenna back as well.

Epilogue

Upon her return, Carla immediately gave the letter and DVD to Sheppard. At first he was furious at the situation. However, Marcus soon warmed up to the idea of a possible partnership with Nylon Queen. “We both have the same goal,” Sheppard told Carla, “We both have the same agenda, to make nylon slaves. This could be a good thing.”

“I agree Carla replied, “but, be careful, she might claim to want a partnership, but it could also be a trap.”

“I’ll be careful, Sheppard assured the Vixen, “now make preparations, I have a call to make.”

Once Carla left the room, Marcus picked up the phone. After four rings Nylon Queen picked up. “Hello Mr. Sheppard, I have been expecting your call.”

“I’m sure you have,” Marcus replied, “I would like to arrange a meeting.”