Nylon Empire
The Reporter
Samantha Jones is a reporter for KWZ23. It is the number one station in the city and she is a big part of that. When Samantha gets wind of a story she is relentless and stops at nothing to uncover the truth. Recently, reports of women going missing across the city have grabbed her attention. The cases are spread apart and in every case no force seem to have been used. the police have pushed the issue aside but the diligent reporter will not be swayed so easy. Something or someone is taking women and she plans to find out what. As her eyes start to get heavy from a long day Samantha finishes up what she is working on and power downs the computer. Suddenly, her cell rings.
“Hello,” she answers. There is a brief pause while the other end of the call speaks. “Yes, I am Samantha Jones from KWZ23.” Another pause as the reporter listens. “I see, thank you for the tip, I will check it out.”
Samantha hangs up and looks at her watch. “Damn, this is going to be a long night.” She locks up her office and grabs an energy drink from the vending machine in the lobby. A short drive later she arrives at a nightclub. It may be late for her but for the rebid club crowd the night is young. The reporter parks and opens the car door. She checks her hair and makeup in the mirror before approaching the club entrance.
“Are you on the list?” the bouncer asks as she nears.
Smantha thinks quick and whips out her press pass. This tactic has gotten her into places before.
“KWZ23,” the bouncer reads from the pass, “that’s nice, but not on the list.” he crosses his arms and points Samantha away. She tries to argue her case a bit more but he stands firm. Samantha slinks away, defeated for now. As she is about to get in her car she hears a female whisper from the shadows of the lot.
“I didn’t mean for you to go in the club.”
The reporter closes her half open car door and walks towards the voice, the two meet under a dim light. The woman is about the same height at Samantha, 5-7 with a petit build and short red hair. ‘I take it you’re the one who called in the tip?”
“I am,” the woman replies, “I know what is going on with the missing women.” The woman reaches under the coat she is wearing and pulls out a large Manila envelope. Samantha takes it and the woman continues, “That will lead you to the truth. but, i warn you, sometimes it is best to leave sleeping dogs lie.”
“Are you suggesting i quit working on the case, stop trying to find the women?”
“I’m saying,” the woman replies, “that you should tread carefully. This is not a puff piece about stray dogs or the county fair.”
“I’ll be fine, thanks for the info.”
The woman shrugs and slinks back into the shadows. Samantha gets in her car and retires for the night.
The next morning she wakes with new energy, anxious to dig into the envelope. Not knowing what is inside she decides to work from home. After calling in to inform her boss of this Samantha sits at her home desk and opens the envelope. She finds a handful of pictures all showing women wearing what looks to be nylon body stockings that cover everything from the neck down. The women’s eyes are glossed over but Samantha can’t determine weather that is real or effects of bad photography. In each picture a glowing green orb the size of a softball. In one of the pictures Samantha makes out a beam of light flowing from the ball to the woman’s eyes. Finally, on the back of each photo is the phrase “The Sheppard Orb.”
“Sheppard, why does that name sound familiar?” Samantha ponders for a minute then realizes where she has heard the name before. Quickly she wheels her desk chair over to a file cabinet near bye. Moments later the reporter wheels back to the desk with a file from an old story in hand. “Marcus Sheppard, I did a piece on his tech business a few years back. His company was booming before Microsoft knocked off his design and undercut prices. There was an auction of his assets to settle debts.”
Samantha logs on to the net and searches for Sheppard’s company. “Strange, it says the company restructured after the auction but it doesn’t say any product details.Just enough tax records to show some profit to warrant staying open but not much beyond that.” As she keeps digging on the web Samantha uncovers a line of money not shown on the records. Large lump amounts every six months funneled into offshore banks. Getting up to get some coffee Samantha grabs the empty envelope but just before she tosses it she feels something in the bottom. She reaches in and pulls out a flash drive.
“Whew, I’m glad I felt that before it was too late.” The reporter returns to her desk and plugs in the flash drive. her screen is suddenly filled with file upon file of information. some of them are unreported income for Sheppard Technologies while others are articles about a strange cult called The Sheer Collective. Samantha runs a net search on the collective but only finds posts on a fetish mind control site about a Nylon Queen who enslaves women with pantyhose powers. she is about to ride off the site when something grabs her eye. The woman from the posts looks just like a woman in one of the secret Sheppard articles. She takes a closer look and is amazed at what she finds.
“Holy shit,” is that a deed in her hand?” Samantha zooms in the article pic. “Yes, that is a deed for Sheppard technologies being handed to her by Marcus himself. So, is she a business savvy woman who models for fetish porn or is something more to this?”
Just then the cell rings, breaking her concentration. ‘Hello?”
A sift and sultry female vice replies from the other end of the line. “I assume you have many questions about the files.”
“Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“I am your white whale Samantha. I have all the answers you seek.”
“Are you the true owner if Sheppard Technologies?”
“I am,” the woman replies, “I wanted to wait longer for the press to know what was going on but as you know a former employee of mine has spilled the beans. I would rather give you full truths and all the info instead of having you do a report based on the scattered files she gave you.”
“I see, where and when would you like to do this interview?”
There is a short pause, then a reply, “The club you visited earlier has a private room we can talk in. Just you and a camera operator. I prefer for the camera person to be female. I am more comfortable around women.”
“I bet,” Samantha replies, “You can turn women into slaves but not men.”
“I see you have been on the fetish site. trust me, tat is mostly fiction. You will be fine. However, I ask that you limit the interview to five questions.”
“Can we broadcast live or would you prefer to review a taped session before it is aired?”
“I can work with live Ms. Jones. Come to the club at nine tonight. That should give time for you to set up and be ready for air by the news at ten. This time you will be let in the club and led to the room. Oh, one more thing, call it a personal request since I am giving you the story of your life.”
“What is the request.”
“You and your camera woman must wear pantyhose to the interview. I don’t care in what fashion as far as dresses etc. Wear them under jeans if you wish. But, you will be checked at the door to ensure you have complied with this request.”
“Your condition is odd, but I agree. Now, i must go and prepare my five questions.”
“Very good Ms. Jones. I will see you tonight.”
Samantha hangs up and calls her boss to set up the report. She tells him the bits she knows and that is enough for him to give her air time and approve the interview. She nags up and begins to prepare the questions.
After taking a nap the reporter wakes at six to alarm. the questions are done and in her opinion are enough to flush the full truth from her interview subject. Samantha showers and the begins to dress for the occasion. She riffles through her top drawer. there are a few pairs of hose in there but they all have been damaged from pervious use. Finally she finds a unopened pair of sand colored hose in the very bottom of the drawer. She graba a pair of panties but hesitates before putting them on. She smiles and lays them back in the drawer. “I’ll wear the hose without them,” she says aloud to herself.
As a reporter, Samantha is no stranger to pantyhose, but, this is the first time it has been requested by a person she is about to interview. On top of that it was requested the camera operator be female and also dress in hose. She sits on the bed and slips her legs into the silky tubes. She takes a moment to straighten them out, then stands to pull them all the way in place. As the fabric rests between her legs a small shudder of pleasure trickle thorough Samantha’s body. She shakes off the feeling and slips into a black skirt that is just shy of knee length. Samanthas grabs a sleeveless white button up shirt from her closet and tucks it into the skirt. She pairs the shirt with a black business jacket and slips into a pair of black flats before leaving for the interview.
Lilly, the camera woman meets Samantha in the lot across from the club. Lilly has brought the news van from the station and hooks a wireless mic to the reporter. Lilly is wearing her long auburn hair in a ponytail and has opted to wear a KWZ23 sweatshirt with jeans. She is also wearing flats that reveal a hint of sheer black nylon on the exposed part of her foot.
Samantha motions towards the nylon. “Are those full hose under there? Our subject was quite clear on that.”
Lilly lifts her sweatshirt and reaches under the waist of her jeans. She pulls up a bit of the nylon waistband. “Yeah, they are full hose. Now, let’s get this over with so I can get the damn things off.”
Samantha lets out a small laugh and the two head to the door. The bouncer lets them right in and they are escorted by a barmaid in hose through the club to a staircase. They climb up and enter a secluded office on the second floor. A black drop screen containing the Sheppard Technologies logo fills the back wall behind the desk.
“She will sit there,” the barmaid says pointing to the backdrop. “You will sit in frame of the camera in front but to the side of her, Stay on this side of the desk at all times. She will shake your hand as she enters but that is the only contact you will be allowed.”
“Damn,” Lilly jokes, “you’d think we are interviewing royalty with all the damn rules.”
the barmaid smiles and walks to the exit, “yes, royalty, that’s a good one. She will be with you soon, make sure you are on air to catch her entry.”
The barmaid leaves and Lilly gets to work setting up lights and a mic on the desk for their subject. Lilly then puts an earpiece into her ear and Smantha’s. Audio from the studio can be heard as soon as the pieces are turned on. “Are you ready?” a woman’s voice asks from the doorway.
Lilly listens for the toss from the studio then gives a thumbs up and turns on the camera.
Nothing is said on air as the woman enters, shakes Samantha’s hand and sits down. She is stunning, with flowing red hair and the breasts of a goddess, her plump lips are painted a cherry shade of red and her eyes are accented by a mix of black and dark green eye shadow. Her emerald eyes stare deeply at Samantha as the reporter appears in a fuzz from the handshake. She shakes off the feeling and gets to work.
‘Hello, I am Samantha Jones with a special interview with the true owner of Sheppard technologies. recent findings have uncovered a laundry list of financial issues associated with the company as well as a possible connection to recent reports of missing women in the city. Our hostess has agreed to answer five questions concerning these issues so let’s get started. First and foremost, what is your name and when did you take control of the company.”
“The woman’s cherry lips part and she responds, “Well, that is actually two questions but i will let it slide as one. My name is Nancy Quinn and I took control three months ago. Sheppard was desperate after the fallout from the Microsoft rip off so he reached out to me.”
“Marcus Sheppard is a well known businessman, why would he reach to an unknown like you?”
“I may not be a household name but i am far from unknown in the business world my dear. I have consulted with and helped firms all over the world. this really seems like a waste of your limited questions Samantha. Why don’t you ask what you really want to know?”
Samantha shifts in her seat, thrown by the comment. “Alright Ms. Quinn, Files in my possession suggest a link between your company and the missing girls. Is Sheppard Technologies involved with these abductions?”
Nancy smiles and turns away from the camera to look directly at Samantha off to the side. her emerald green eyes penetrate deep before the reporter blinks. Nancy turns back to the camera. “That’s a real question my dear. The answer is not so straight forward but the short reply is yes. However, abduction is a strong word. The women are liberated by us, taken from homes they are unloved in and given a chance to experience true affection and pleasure.”
‘That’s bull shit,” Samantha blurts out, “I know for a fact that many of those women are deeply missed by their families and friends. Tell me Nancy Quinn, how did you take them? Something involving an orb right?”
Nancy’s smile turns to a scowl. “This interview is over, I will not be badgered as if on trial. None of those women were taken by force. I have committed no crime. they are all fine, living in a safe haven funded by me away from those who took them for granted. Now, please leave, you are no longer welcome here.”
“No way,” Samantha says as she stands, “I am not done with you.”
“Ms, Jones, I am trying to restrain the anger i have towards you. I did not enter this interview with any thought of..”
“Of what, what are you going to not do to me, put me to pasture like the women you took?”
Nancy goes for the door but Samantha blacks her path with Lilly still rolling. Ms. Quinn tries to get by but is grabbed by Samantha on the upper arm and pushes slightly back.
“I have you,” Samantha gloats, “your shit has been exposed and you are in deep trouble.”
Nancy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She opens them with a look of unsettling calm in her eyes. The redheaded vixen glances at Samantha’s hosed legs, then over at the exposes nylon on Lilly’s feet. “Well, at least you followed that instruction correctly.”
The lights in the room suddenly begin the flicker and the camera looses connection to the studio. With the veiwing public in the dark Nancy shoots a stare at Lilly and Samantha. her eyes are now glowing green like the orb in the pictures. Energy shoots out of the eyes, hitting the reporter and camera woman in theirs. The women’s heads snap back as uncontrollable lust fills their bodies. Lilly is the fist to let a moan escape her throat. Samantha resists the moan and manages to get out words. “Wha... What are you doing to us? Wh... Who are you?”
“My name is actually Nancy Quinn, but most people refer to me as Nylon Queen. You had your chance to get a few answers and leave. You screwed that up so now you will share become my servants. Don;t worry, it is not painful, quite the opposite. You will be filled with lust and desire as my power manipulates your hose.,making it grow and fuse to your bodies.”
Samantha tries to force out more words of resistance but the pleasure emanating though her body is too much and she soon echoes Lilly’s moans and cries of pleasure. Smantha slips off her flats, as does Lilly. Next, Lilly’s jeans and Samantha’s skirt fall to the ground around their ankles. the ladies step up and kick the garments aside. The tops are slid off next and discarded with the rest of the clothing. All that remains on the women is their growing pantyhose. As the fabric moves and forms to the curves of their bodies the ladies gasp with desire, their eyes now beginning to glow green as their minds become invaded with thoughts of silky submission. “So soft... So silky,” the two women say in monotone unison. They repeat the phrase over and over as the nylon makes it’s final push above their breasts and down the arms.
Nylon Queen looks on with a sadistic smile on her face. the barmaid enters, she is holding a green orb. ‘Thank you,” Nylon queen says as she takes the orb. This will bump our plans up some but should not cause too much issue.” She then rises the orb to eye level of her new slaves and it begins to glow and zap beams at the women. “The orb will complete their process. Both of them are to be made into full drones. The camera woman is to be sold at auction. I want the reporter taken to my home. She will serve in my private harem. “
‘Yes my queen,” the barmaid replies.
ten minutes have passed since transmission was lost and the studio has since moved on to their sports report. However, just before the local basketball highlights can be played static fills the screen and the feed to the interview room is regained. tyhe camera has been knocked to the ground and the mics are barley audible but two sets of nylon feet. One black and the other sandy brown. The silky feet are positioned on their tip toes as if in heels. The muffled voices of Samantha Jones and her camera woman Lilly are heard in monotone unison. “We will serve and obey Nylon Queen.. All will know the power and pleasure of nylon... All hail The Sheer Collective....”
This goes on for a few minutes before the feed is lost for good. The anchor woman still has a stunned look of disbelief when the broadcast goes back to her. She quickly composes herself and locks at the camera. “Well, as you can see we have experienced technical issues and lost the feed to our reporter Samantha Jones. i sure she is fine and will be right back here reporting the news tomorrow. Goodnight from KWZ23.”