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point of view, the three hour wait passed very slowly. She
find no weakness in her bonds whatsoever. The hinged
locked around her wrists were inescapable, her groping fingers
even discover a knot in the cords within their limited reach,
sitting hog-tie enforced by the thin black bands lashing her to
chair was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The
weight of her legs was pulling on her cuffed wrists and the
well-placed, well-cinched cords were... tight. She wasn't
but the enforced immobility was becoming an ordeal. Worst
all, Lillian kept leering at her.
Cynthia's tall, beautiful kidnapper remained slouched in one of
Cynthia's visitor chairs, her long, spandex-clad legs and booted
crossed in the other, her "dart gun" unholstered and resting on
lap. Her smug, amused gaze kept roaming up and down
captive form, lingering on her foam stuffed and tape covered
sweat beading on her brow, her worried brown eyes, her heaving
framed by tight bands of black cord...
At some point during her capture, the top buttons of
Cynthia's blouse had come loose, and considerably more cleavage
than it was her habit to show was peeking from her silk blouse
lab coat. The lacy top of her bra was clearly visible.
as humiliating, her skirt had hiked up, and she was showing a
of tan, cord-dimpled thigh. About two hours into her
half-hearted struggles, one of her heels came loose, dangled
foot for several seconds, then clattered to the floor. Her
only reaction was to raise herself from her relaxed slouch until
see her captive's nylon-clad, wiggling toes and flexing foot.
stared for several long seconds with an ogling smile... then
into her chair.
"I love the way the way your skin glimmers and
gleams," Lillian whispered. The glow of the half dozen
screens and the dim light filtering through the frosted glass
of the office door continued to be the only illumination.
think it's the sheen of sweat glistening on your smooth, tan,
little bod." She glanced at her watch, then continued her
grinning appreciation of her glaring prisoner. "By all
continue struggling," she suggested. "It's pointless, and
you somehow manage to make some headway, I'll simply tie you up
tighter; but continue, please. It's most entertaining."
Cynthia's cheeks burned. It was pointless, but
to do something. She continued to squirm and fight the
cords, defiant, angry and humiliated (and trying to suppress her
and growing despair).
More time passed. With the desk lamp off, Cynthia couldn't
the wall clock above her office door. Finally, Lillian
her watch, smiled, and climbed to her feet. "Well, all
things come to an end," she purred, "and other good things
She holstered her weapon, strolled behind Cynthia's chair,
began freeing her from her cord bonds.
One by one the black bands loosened, fell free, and slithered
Cynthia's view. "Up you come, Doctor," Lillian said
hauling Cynthia to her feet and sliding her chair
back under the desk with a deft kick. She then eased
to her knees, tugged the prisoner's half-buttoned lab coat off
shoulders and left it in a tangle around her waist and cuffed
Cynthia mewed through her gag in complaint as her elbows
pulled together and bound with cord. Lillian looped band
band around them, using at least half the length she had had
lash Cynthia to the chair.
By the time Lillian finished cinching a dozen vertical bands
her elbows, Cynthia's shoulders were pulled back even more, her
thrust provocatively forward, and she was showing even more
cleavage above her half-buttoned blouse. The remaining
tightened around her arms and torso, above and below her
The lower bands reinforced the support of her bra.
bands dimpled the exposed skin of her upper globes and pressed
margin of her bra and the silky, rumpled folds of her gaping
her chest. The last knot tied, Lillian hauled Cynthia to
The captive stood awkwardly, still missing one shoe.
Lillian arranged the captive's wayward footwear in a convenient
position. "Step in," she ordered, bracing the prisoner's
shoulders. Cynthia lifted her stocking-clad foot, slid it
the heel, and twisted for a comfortable fit, grateful for this
favor, at least. She then squawked through her gag when
dragged her towards a visitor chair, sat down, and pulled the
squirming, complaining prisoner onto her lap.
Cynthia found herself head down with her stomach on her captor's
thighs. She continued struggling and kicking, then
and went still. Lillian had reached through the tangled
lab coat, under her skirt, and had given her right butt
nasty pinch! Cynthia forced an angry, defiant
her gag and resumed struggling.
"Be still, Doctor," Lillian purred, "or you'll get
more of the same." Cynthia had no intention of obeying her
captor's order, but then she hummed through her gag and froze.
Lillian's gloved hand was cupping her nylon and panty-clad
"And this time I'll pinch more than your firm little
Lillian whispered. Cynthia understood, and remained
still. "Better," Lillian continued, "Now, cross your legs
extend them full length until the tips of your toes are the only
touching the floor, and don't move."
Again, Cynthia followed Lillian's orders, and the smug, smiling
kidnapper slid her hand from under Cynthia's skirt, sorted
folds of the lab coat until she could unlock one of the cuffs,
prisoner's hands free, and relocked the cuffs. She then
coat until she could free the remaining buttons, pulled it out
Cynthia's body and her lap, and tossed it towards the desk.
Cynthia resumed her squirming, but stopped when Lillian landed a
pop on her flank. "Settle down," she scolded, gave
offended area a gentle caress, then turned her
head to stare at Cynthia's outstretched legs. "Such pretty
calves," she cooed, then stood, hauling her prisoner to her
"Stand there and don't move," she ordered, then shook out the
hung it on the clothes tree beside the desk, and returned with
Cynthia's raincoat. She settled it over the prisoner's
secured a couple of buttons at her waist, then tucked the cuffs
dangling sleeves into their respective pockets.
Cynthia sighed through her gag, still frustrated and angry (but
realizing she remained totally helpless).
Lillian smiled as she shouldered the small black bag filled with
CD's, data cartridges, and mailers she'd looted from
her captive's files and desk, and added Cynthia's purse.
going for a little late night stroll," she explained.
to the shadows as much as possible, but this time of night it
matter. We shouldn't encounter anyone. Campus
patrols are concentrated around the dorms, and we can easily
infrequent Security cruisers prowling the streets."
She strolled over to Cynthia and draped her left arm over the
prisoner's shoulders. "That special film doing such an
job of sealing your pretty lips is virtually invisible at a
distance, especially at night. And if, by chance,
an encounter and you cause a scene—I'll simply dart whoever it
dart you—then carry you over my shoulder. But when we get
we're going and you wake up... you'll learn what I'm like when
Do we understand each other?"
Cynthia's blood ran cold. Lillian's smug, superior smile
frozen into a chilling, threatening grimace. She shivered
bonds... and slowly nodded.
"Good," Lillian whispered, her smile returning. "In any
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the corridors and stairs of the Computer Science Building
incident, exiting by a side entrance. The security light
door had been blinking on and off for three days, as if from a
the wiring, and had finally failed completely. The problem
(caused by a visit from Lillian, earlier in the week) had been
noted and logged, and would be addressed by University
Maintenance in due course (meaning some time next month).
They reached the CS Faculty parking lot. Cynthia's Lexus
of the few cars still in the lot. "An ES-3300 in Oasis
Pearl," Lillian whispered. "What good taste you have,
Doctor." She reached into her pocket, and produced
keys. "One of its best features..." She pressed a
the remote. "...is its spacious trunk."
The trunk popped open and Cynthia whined in distress, knowing
coming next. She took a tentative step back, but Lillian
"Don't be a wuss, Doctor," Lillian cooed. "Haven't you
wondered what it would be like? Bound and gagged and
the trunk of a car by some desperate kidnapper?
your sense of adventure? Your sense of fun?"
Cynthia stared down at the gaping trunk, then squawked through
as she was lifted and set on her side atop the gray carpet.
"Careful, Doctor," Lillian whispered as she folded her captive's
and legs inside. "If you keep kicking like that you'll
your shins. Here, let me help."
Cynthia whined as cord tightened around her ankles, then was
between her cuffs and pulled, forcing her into a tight hog-tie.
cord was tied off to Cynthia's elbow bonds, and
Lillian smiled down at her, one hand on the trunk lid.
craned her neck and stared up at her gloating captor, pleading
Lillian's smile turned slightly mischievous. "Look on the
side, Doctor," she purred. "Now you'll know the answer to
eternal question: does the little light really go out
you close the trunk lid?"
Cynthia moaned through her gag as the lid slammed, and she was
into darkness. She heard the driver's door open and slam,
the engine purred to life. The radio blared (set on her
cool jazz station), and they were moving. Cynthia squirmed
writhed in her bonds... but it was hopeless. Her captor
her usual competent job of rendering her completely helpless.
settled her gagged head against the vibrating carpet of her dark
prison, and tried not to cry.
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they were going, the journey was surprisingly brief. After
three and a half songs on the radio, several turns, a long
or less straight travel, then several more turns, the car
engine idling... then continued forward at a slower pace.
turns... then they stopped again, and the engine fell silent.
Seconds passed, then the trunk popped and bright light was
directly in Cynthia's eyes. She blinked and mewed through
as Lillian released her from the hog-tie, untied
her ankles, then lifted her from the trunk and onto her feet.
found herself in what looked like a small warehouse. It
long, narrow space with a high ceiling. Against one wall
of loading docks. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her
her elbows lashed together and her arms to her torso, her mouth
stuffed with foam and her lips sealed with plastic film, and her
raincoat was still draped over her shoulders.
Her Lexus was parked next to a couple of other automobiles, both
shrouded with canvas covers. Other than herself and her
there wasn't a soul in sight. Much of the space was
pallets loaded with crates and boxes, all shrouded in
banded with plastic or metal. There was a system of
tracks, and as she watched, a motorized hoist rolled over a
a set of grapples and grabbed one of the pallets. The
lifted into the air and carried away, down the track system
dock that was perhaps thirty yards distant. The operation
to be completely automatic.
A driverless electric cart with a flashing light rolled up and
stopped. Lillian set the black nylon shoulder bag full of
she'd looted from Cynthia's office in the basket on its top
Cynthia realized the cart was a "mail robot", one of the
robots used to move snail-mail and packages around large
robot rolled away, its apparent destination the same loading
the cargo still in transit on the overhead track.
"C'mon," Lillian said, and pulled her prisoner towards a set of
They climbed to the level of the nearest
loading dock, and with a hydraulic hiss, a side door opened.
was hustled into a stark corridor with cinderblock walls,
ceiling, and a tile floor. The door closed behind them
another hiss and locked with an echoing clang. Their heels
echoed on the tiles as her captor led her down the long
a second door, and out into a vast, open, modern lobby.
Cynthia looked up and counted six balconies looming overhead,
connected by elegant, curving stairways. They were set
the steps of a ziggurat, or the layers of a colossal wedding
Overhead there was nothing but dark glass. Huge
in steel frames continued in a half-dome to a set of glass doors
facing an elegantly landscaped entryway. Several low
in the indigo sky, their undersides lit by the yellow-orange
The lobby was dark, lit only by rows of emergency lights along
baseboards and under the lips of the stair risers. Cynthia
her head towards the glass doors. Beyond the entry was a
lit parking lot, and beyond that she could see car lights
on a busy highway.
"Don't worry," Lillian said with another gloating smile.
that thick glass is heavily mirrored on the outside.
Light comes in, but it doesn't go out. It's great
protection for the carpets... and keeps out prying
eyes." She dragged Cynthia past the lobby's reception
The chairs was empty and the security monitors dark.
approached a bank of elevators, and one of the set of doors
They entered the stainless steel paneled cubicle beyond,
closed, and they began to ascend.
The LED display above the row of buttons changed from "L", to
"3"... and on to "7". The doors opened, and Cynthia was
an apparently deserted floor of offices, all with glass walls.
all directions she could see the lights of the city, distorted
multiple layers of glass. Only the concrete pillars of the
structure, the central core with the elevators, rest rooms, and
other opaque spaces obstructed her view. The entire
floor was dark, except for a few night lights.
"Our journey is almost over," Lillian murmured, and shepherded
prisoner through a maze of corridors with transparent walls.
passed office after office, all completely empty, all spotlessly
As they approached a large corner office, its door slid
a rasping hiss. Captive and captor entered, and the
door hissed closed.
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to your new home," Lillian said, then forced Cynthia to the
carpet was thick and soft under her chin. Obviously, this
executive-grade office. Lillian pulled her feet together,
second pair of cuffs tightened around her ankles. Like the
around her wrists, they were hinged.
Lillian straddled Cynthia's waist and settled a portion of her
on the squirming captive's forearms. "Settle down,"
purred, squeezing Cynthia's waist and arms between her thighs.
Cynthia laid her cheek against the carpet. Lillian was
her arms and elbows. The cords loosened and slithered
"Let's make you more comfortable," Cynthia suggested, unbuttoned
pulled the raincoat from Cynthia's body, and tossed it towards
door. She then lifted her left leg, rolled Cynthia onto
and settled her weight back down. Cynthia kicked and
"I said, settle down," Lillian repeated, a
smile curling her lips. She reached down and began
the remaining buttons of Cynthia's blouse.
Cynthia screamed through her gag and struggled in
Lillian laughed and placed one hand between Cynthia's breasts
other on her left thigh. The outraged captive continued
and writhing, but Lillian controlled her with little difficulty.
"Well, you were warned," she stated calmly.
don't really mind a little wrestling fun." Lillian
unzipped her jacket and tossed it towards Cynthia's raincoat,
stretched her arms overhead and smiled.
Cynthia paused in her struggles, staring up at her captor.
body-hugging jacket had left little to the imagination, and the
black top underneath left even less. Cynthia examined the
of black nylon straps hugging Lillian's torso. It held the
holster of her dart gun, an array of pockets and pouches, and a
clever set of velcro closures that secured the coils of black
had been used to bind her.
Lillian continued undressing her prisoner, and Cynthia resumed
energetic resistance. Despite her efforts, the blouse soon
a tangle of silk around her wrists, and was quickly joined by
"Very nice tits, Doctor," Lillian cooed, gripping a
the captive's hair. Cynthia glared and continued
causing her breasts to bobble and sway as she rolled her bare
and tried to buck and squirm from under her gloating captor's
"They're everything I hoped they'd be," Lillian added,
reversed direction, settled back down on Cynthia's upper arms
waist, and unbuttoned and unzipped Cynthia's skirt.
Cynthia kicked her joined legs and tried to sit up, but it was
pointless. All she accomplished was to send her heels
her feet. Her face flushed, she sent a steady stream of
gagged invective at Lillian's back, then abruptly went limp in
bonds. A tear rolled from the corner of her left eye and a
muffled whimper escaped her gag.
Lillian pulled down Cynthia's skirt, pantyhose, and panties,
down to settle her weight on the prisoner's thrashing thighs as
peeled the tangled mass of white silk and sheer nylon down her
She then stood and stepped away, gathering her jacket and
Cynthia's coat, skirt, and shoes. Her back to the door,
the garments one by one, dropped them in a neat pile, then
on top. All the while, her eyes were on her captive, a
smirk curling her lips.
Her blouse and bra tangled around her cuffed wrists, her
pantyhose and panties tangled around her cuffed ankles, Cynthia
rolling on the thick carpet, struggling hopelessly against her
steel bonds, moaning through her gag, and weeping bitter tears.
"Yes, such a sexy, petite little body," Lillian sighed.
tan skin... toned muscles..." Lillian walked a slow circle
around her prisoner. "Flat little tummy with the cutest
bellybutton... Luxuriant, silky bush above the prettiest
And that pretty little cunt... Lacy folds like pink rose
petals—Oh, don't roll away, Doctor!" Lillian scolded with a
marched over and straddled Cynthia's waist with her booted feet.
hands on hip, she smiled down at the still squirming captive
afraid we need to come to more of an understanding."
Lillian settled her weight onto Cynthia's tummy, took both of
prisoner's breasts in her hands and squeezed until the
smooth flesh bulged between her leather-clad fingers.
glared at her captor, then squeezed her eyes tightly closed and
screamed through her gag.
Lillian had captured her right nipple between the thumb and
finger of her right hand and was giving it a cruel
Seconds passed and the pressure continued. Cynthia
squealed, moaned, and
kicked her feet.
Finally, Lillian released her pinch and gave the tortured nub a
massage. Cynthia stopped her struggles and went perfectly
staring up at her captor with wide, frightened eyes.
better," Lillian said. "I don't need to reinforce
the lesson with a left tittie-twister, do I?"
welling in her eyes, Cynthia shook her head. "Gooood,"
cooed. "You will learn to obey me, Doctor," she
"I promise you that."
She released Cynthia's breasts and her smile faded. "I'm
unlock your cuffs, pull your remaining clothes free, then relock
your cuffs. I have experience in this sort of thing and
absolutely nothing you can do to stop me. So... you're
to be a rational scientist and stop this nonsense. You've
earned yourself a demerit. Don't make me add another.
Cynthia was frightened, humiliated, and angry; but she wasn't
She slowly nodded.
Lillian's smile returned. She leaned close and planted a
kiss on Cynthia's gagged lips. "Good girl." She
limp captive over onto her stomach, unlocked one wrist cuff,
Cynthia's blouse and bra free, and relocked the cuffs.
double locking them this time," Lillian explained, "so they
over-tighten if you roll over on them."
The cuffs around the prisoner's ankles were next, and Cynthia's
remaining lingerie was removed. Lillian folded Cynthia's
bra, pantyhose, and panties and added them to the pile of
Lillian returned to her captive, knelt beside her head, and
Cynthia's simple post earrings, first the left, then the right.
"I have detailed instructions from our employers regarding
corporate dress code," she explained as the posts disappeared
of her harness pockets. "For you, every day will be
Friday'." She stood and smiled down at Cynthia's nude,
and gagged body. "Make that Very Casual Friday,"
quipped, then walked to one of the walls. She inserted a
key into a socket, gave it a turn, and a door slid open.
Cynthia now realized that particular wall of the office and the
question were covered with mirrored tiles. The city lights
been a reflection. She hadn't noticed before because she'd
been... preoccupied. The three remaining walls were
Two provided vistas of the city, and the third the
corridors and empty offices of the rest of the top floor.
"That's a washroom," Lillian explained, nodding towards the dark
behind the mirrored wall. "Toilet, bidet, washbasin, all
automatic, motion-sensitive controls. Feel free to hop in
time you feel the need."
Lillian returned to the office door, stooped and retrieved
the stack of clothes, then turned back to face her prisoner.
was going to remove your gag and leave you with your hands in
she said with a mockingly sad shake of the head, "but our
insist you become a submissive and obedient employee
as little time as is humanly possible."
The glass door opened with a dry scrape and Lillian backed into
corridor. "So... the gag stays, the cuffs remain behind,
supper for you, you naughty girl." The door slid
and locked with an audible click. "I'll be back in the
with a late breakfast," she said, her voice attenuated by the
thick glass, then turned and walked away... and Cynthia was
The captive struggled to her feet, and hopped to the door.
captor's black-clad, graceful form disappeared into the
distorted darkness. Cynthia forced a sad whine past her
turned and hopped to the far wall. The parking lot below
but as she watched, a police car slowly cruised by on the
Cynthia watched as it reached the access to a main artery,
for a series of cars and one large truck to pass, then pulled
highway and sped away. Cynthia didn't bother trying to
attention. She knew it was pointless.
She raised her chin and examined the surrounding country, and
where she was. She was in one of the buildings of the
industrial park about four miles from campus. She'd driven
the nearby interstate countless times, barely noticing the
office buildings and warehouses set back in a pocket valley
steep hills. The warehouses were all featureless blocks,
walls relieved only by loading docks and signs advertising their
The office buildings were all identical, the same generic,
design; the same heavily mirrored glass.
Cynthia twisted her cuffed wrists and watched the cars pass
below on the freeway and side roads. She could see her own
naked, bound, gagged, and helpless reflection in the glass, but
herself to be invisible to the early morning travelers.
She took a few hopping steps back, awkwardly dropped to her
knees, rolled onto her side, and sighed. Tears rolled from
eyes, down her face, and fell to the soft, thick carpet.
I know what it wants from me, she thought, and
I can't do it. I can't.
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