Who the hell did this insane person think they were? Heather Van Truss simply couldn’t believe what was happening. Currently being tied to her chair with strong, white rope, the anchorwoman could only wonder what this person wanted. They had made no demands, apart from making her strip off her blouse and skirt, and with a pistol in hand, made her sit down in her office chair and place her hands behind the back of it.

Now her wrists were crossed and bound behind the chair. Her chest, framed perfectly by tight ropes, had been tied to the chair back as well. The ropes also looped around her arms to pin them tightly to her sides. With more rope above and below her knees, and one that wound around her waist, her captor was placing the finishing touch with a final rope around her ankles.

Heather wore black under her dark blue business suit. That had been discarded, of course, as the gun-toting person had demanded. She was down to a black, lacy bra and matching panties that hugged tight to her form. They covered the more intimate parts of body well enough, but the thought of showing this much skin to someone she didn't know or trust was an embarrassing proposition, to say the least.


Dark, thigh high stockings went along with her underwear, with a lacy pattern at the top, held up by a garter belt around her waist just above the matching panties. All of this, coupled with her six inch black high heels made her feel quite good about her appearance. Heather was a toned woman in great shape, especially at her age, and every curve of her body filled out her undergarments with stunning perfection. Still, she didn't exactly want to show off to her awful captor.


She hadn’t gotten a good look at the person yet, as they came in wearing a gas mask. Heather didn’t know how the person had gotten past security but it was late at night. She also knew the old man watching the building was prone to taking naps... lots of them. Frank was a nice man and she liked him but he didn’t exactly keep a great eye on the building at night. Maybe getting past security wasn’t as difficult as she imagined....

Heather’s captor also wore nothing that would tell her even their gender. Loose fitting cargo pants, heavy boots, a long, black coat and the gas mask, concealing their hair and face and even disguising their voice.

It had all been a rather terrifying experience for Heather up to that point. But now that the person had finished tying her up, they stood tall and removed the gas mask.

“There. About time we met face to face, Ms. Van Truss.”

Heather gasped. “What!? Janice Wright!?”

The woman she recognized was from Channel 88’s biggest rival, SCN, also called Solar Coyote News. It was an odd name for a channel, to be certain, but that seemed to make it all the more memorable. Janice Wright was the anchor for SCN, known for her rather bombastic approach to delivering the news and sensationalizing every story she delivered. It had worked, for a time, until Heather and Channel 88 started hitting all the big stories with good, honest investigative journalism. There was the incident at the Collingwood’s Halloween party, of course, but they had managed to spin that into a feel-good story and clear the dirt surrounding the Collingwood name.

“You think you’re so hot don’t you, Van Truss?” Janice asked.

“I... what? What are you talking about?”

“The ratings, you idiot. You know damn well what the mayoral exposé did for you... and what it did to us!”

A wry smirk crossed Heather’s lips then. She had worked hard with Selena on uncovering the mayor’s voter fraud and his ties to the local mob, which earned him a quick indictment and subsequent removal from office.

“And even before that, you had to go and ruin the Collingwood story for us and show them to be the alleged ‘good guys’. There are blood diamonds in that house, Heather! You should have looked harder!”

“We know there aren’t. It was you people who made up that rumour in the first place. And we nailed you on that. Maybe that’s why your ratings stink. Nobody trusts you anymore, Janice.”

Janice smiled and reached to her belt, plucking a red ball gag from her hip. “I’ve heard enough from that big mouth, Van Truss. Besides, I heard you’re into this stuff...”

“Wait! Where did you he-mmmph!” Heather was cut off as Janice shoved the red ball into her mouth and strapped it on tight behind her head.

“We don’t always stretch the truth, Heather. And I’ve got myself a great plan to finally sink you...”

“Mmmggh! Mmmph! Lgghmmt mmggh gogghhh!” Heather said, muffled by the ball gag.

“That’s it, sweetie. Keep that up. It’ll be great for the camera,” Janice said, pulling a small, digital camera from her pocket.

“Nmmm!”

Janice ignored her gagged captive and pressed record. She circled the chair and simply recorded Heather struggling away and trying to free herself. After a few minutes like this, Janice turned the camera on herself, putting on her best stern face and adjusting her long brown hair and locking her pale blue eyes on the camera.

“Shocking news!” she said. “I, Janice Wright, have found all sorts of secrets about our alleged ‘colleagues’ over here at the Channel 88 news studio.”

“Mmmph! Lmmt mmghh ggoghhh!” Heather growled into her gag in the background.

“That muffled voice you hear is that of beloved Channel 88 anchor Heather Van Truss indulging her secret hobby she doesn’t want you to know about.”

“Mmmp! Nmmm! Stgghmmp lmmmgghnng!” Heather squealed as the camera was turned toward her.

“This is what she gets up to after hours at the office here at Channel 88. And this bondage habit isn’t the only thing the lovely Ms. Van Truss gets up to...” Janice said, turning the camera on herself again. “But you’ll have to watch me, Janice Wright, on SCN to get the full story. Tune in and find out what else the scandalous ‘journalists’ at this station get up to.”

She spun the camera around again, walking toward Heather. “Have anything to say for yourself, Ms. Van Truss?”

Heather growled behind the ball gag, baring her teeth, and pulled hard against the ropes binding her wrists, thrashing against the ropes that held her to her office chair. “Dgghmmt lggmmphnnn! Shggghh tmmmd mmgghhh mmmp! Hllmmmp mmm! Shgghmmph mmmt mmf hgghmmmr mmmnnnd!”

“As you can hear, Ms. Van Truss is unintelligible with that gag in her mouth. But she was enjoying some rather interesting company before I stumbled upon the scene. Of course, I did learn that Heather Van Truss is far more than a bondage freak...” Janice once again turned the camera on herself. “Catch the full story on the six o’clock Action News of SCN.”

“Sttmmpp mmmmt!” Heather said, struggling in her bonds yet again.

The camera whipped around again and took in all of Heather’s rather voluptuous features... her well defined hips, toned legs and abs, pronounced chest and gorgeous blonde hair call captured perfectly in frame. Janice smiled to herself when she turned off the camera after a few more minutes of filming gagged pleas from Heather.

“Did you know I started out here, Van Truss?” Janice said. “I was a camera operator... for you and all your blonde bimbo charm. How do you think I know how to keep you in frame so well?”

“Mmm dmmt cmmmr!! MMMTMMM MMMMM! MMMMPPPHHH!!”

“Whatever you said, it doesn’t matter,” Janice said. “I’ve got more filming to do... and maybe a few stories to find. You were looking into those mob boss twins, right? You wouldn’t mind letting me have that story, would you?”

“MMMMPPPHHHH!”

“Great!” Janice said. “I’ll just help myself then. No need to get up. Have fun, Heather!”

Janice chuckled as she left the room and left Heather to struggle on her own. She knew then that she was in trouble... with no one but the old security guard in the building. It would be nigh on impossible for her to escape these ropes on her own. She was no stranger to being bound and gagged so she could always tell when she would need help.

A few knots were in reach, of course, and Heather did manage to slowly work her waist free and detach her bound arms from the back of the chair. It took some effort, picking away at the knots and then slowly unwinding the long coils of rope. By the end of the struggle, Heather was drenched in sweat and out of breath. But now able to get up from the chair, Heather managed to stand up on her heels.

It would be difficult, especially with a pair of her favourite black stilettos on, but Heather would have to move through the building, hopping in her bonds, and try to find anyone else who might have been staying late that night.

Hopping to the office door, grunting into her gag all the way, Heather managed to keep her balance as her heels clacked on the floor. It took some time for her to reach the door handle and work it open. She opened it slowly, peering out into the hallway. All was silent and with only sparse lights on, it was clear then that no one was on this floor. Maybe there was someone downstairs... so Heather hopped her way out into the hallway, keeping her eyes out for Janice. She didn’t see her rival anchor anywhere and made it to the elevator, groaning when she saw the display show her that it was in the basement, which was five floors away. She would have to wait for it.

She realized then that Janice must have gone down to the archives to try and find news stories to steal. Heather could only hope that Janice wouldn’t notice the elevator moving back up to the fifth floor. Or that she wasn’t riding the elevator herself. As much as she wanted to face down Janice and get her back for this, she was still tightly bound and gagged and would have no way of fighting back against a clearly very strong woman, if the tightness of her bonds were any indication.

It was agonizing to wait for the elevator. Heather had to lean on the wall to keep her balance and she eyed the floor lights above the door nervously. The ‘B’ finally switched to a ‘1’ as the elevator began its ascent.

Heather squirmed in her bonds, trying somehow to work herself free but she just couldn’t reach any of the knots. She thrashed desperately, shaking her torso and shimmying up and down trying in vain to loosen any of the ropes that held her. Nothing would come loose.

“Hllmmmp!’ she called out into the hallway. Nobody answered her gagged plea for help. “Hllmmmp mmm, smmbgghdmm!”

In different circumstances, Heather would have been enjoying herself. Janice was right in that Heather did, indeed, indulge in bondage as a hobby. She hired a regular dominatrix to tie her up at home or in a bondage dungeon and enjoyed the sensation that came with it. This interest first came from the incident at the Collingwood Estate Halloween party when Heather had been trying to find some dirt on the Collingwood Family. Their protective chamber maid had tied her up very tightly several times, even after their newest ace reporter Selena had rescued her.

Though she did enjoy being tied up, Heather was not exactly in the mood for it this time. Especially with that loon Janice downstairs getting ready to steal her stories and blackmail her. Even worse, Heather didn’t have Selena to come and rescue her this time.

She worked her wrists up and down, trying to find some slack, and her eyes flashed to the lights above the elevator door. The ‘1’ light blinked off and the ‘2’ beside it jumped to life. Why did this elevator always take so long!?

“Mmmmph! Hhhhlllmmmmppp!” Heather lost her balance and toppled to the floor, squirming and struggling in her tight bonds. There was still nobody to answer her gagged pleas. Now she was on the floor, still bound and helpless.

Heather pushed herself to a sitting position and leaned up against the wall, looking wide-eyed at the elevator lights above her... now the ‘3’ was lit but it quickly blinked off and changed to a ‘4’.

Of course it moves faster when I’m tied up and gagged on the floor! Heather thought to herself. Just my rotten luck...

It wouldn’t be long before the elevator would be there and Heather tried pushing herself to a standing position again... only for her heels to keep throwing her off balance and forcing her to the floor yet again.

There was a ding as the elevator reached her floor and the doors opened. Heather was still on the floor, now laying on her side, and the doors wide open. But it wouldn’t be open for long.

“Mmmph!” Heather said, realizing she would have to push the button again and she wasn’t sure she could get back to her feet. If the elevator doors closed, she might be trapped on the fifth floor! So she rolled on her side, toward the doors, and shuffled herself closer and closer to the doors.

A loud beep sounded inside the elevator as the doors were getting ready to close. “Nmmm! Wmmmt! Plmmmph!” Heather said behind her ball gag, scrambling to reach the doors as they started to close.

She just managed to swing her feet around and put them in the path of the doors and they stopped in place to avoid crushing her, slowly opening again. Heather let out a long breath and managed to sit up, shuffling herself into the elevator.

Finally inside the elevator, Heather waited for the doors to close as she leaned up against the wall to catch her breath. Her eyes settled on the floor buttons just above her head and... out of reach.

“Mmmph!” Heather said, stamping her heeled feet in frustration. With her having trouble getting back to her feet, Heather realized she was now stuck, tied up and gagged inside the elevator. In her desperation to get to the lower floors, she didn’t even think about the fact that she had now effectively locked herself in a tiny cell. Unable to reach the buttons, she would need to find some way to get herself standing again. And that was easier said than done.

...

“Hllmmmp! Hlmmmp mmm! Mmmmmpphh!” A young, raven-haired woman’s muffled calls for help fell upon deaf ears. The young security intern didn’t stand a chance against the strong person in the gas mask when they had entered the building.

Emma battle the duct tape holding her but there was no way she was getting free on her own. Not duct taped to her chair, anyway.

The tape wrapped around her head and over her mouth, keeping a soft cloth sealed inside and rendered her silent. Tape wrapped around her arms and torso above and below her breasts, contrasting against the light blue blouse and black blazer she wore. Her matching pencil skirt was now riding up and showing off more of her shapely thighs, where more tape had been wrapped above and below her knees and around her ankles. More tape held her ankles to the chair support beneath her and prevented her from kicking out her legs. She could only shuffle the wheeled chair ever so slightly and really couldn’t make any progress.

Her black high heels clacked on the floor with each attempt at pushing the chair but the effort had been useless thus far.

Emma hoped and hoped that the old night watch security guard who she had been working with would hear her but she already knew what a heavy sleeper he was. He had trained her pretty well and she responded to the silent alarm at the back fire exit after he had fallen asleep in the middle of telling her some story of his youth.

The thought of the old man did bring a bit of a smile to her gagged lips. He might not have been the best at his job but he was very kind and had a jolly spirit to him. Emma enjoyed working with him and it turned out he did know a thing or two... if he wasn’t constantly sleeping on the job.

She wished she hadn’t decided to check out that silent alarm. Soon after sitting down to shut it off and check the monitors, someone strong came in behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth, quickly duct taping her to her chair. In no time at all, she was bound and gagged in the room down the hall from Frank, the old night watchman, and called out to him desperately.

At first, she had heard nothing. No response came in from the old man. But now she was hearing something else so she went quiet and sat very still, listening for the sound. It sounded like another woman. And her voice was muffled, too.

It sounded like it was coming from the warehouse in the back. And, indeed, Emma was correct. Before she had even entered the building, Janice had to deal with a woman making a delivery at the back door.

This woman was wearing a white uniform. A high collared blouse with her name printed on it in orange lettering that read ‘Olivia’ with a matching pair of short cargo shorts and low cut, white running shoes. The woman herself was a tall redhead with sharp brown eyes and had struggled her way inside.

Janice Wright had overpowered her just outside her delivery truck, binding her with zip ties around her wrists and ankles and quickly wrapping duct tape around her mouth. She had locked Olivia in the back of her truck but the delivery woman had managed to get herself out of the truck and was now inside the warehouse, calling for help from behind her gag.

Emma heard her from the nearby security room and looked to the monitors, finding the one near the warehouse receiving door. She saw the woman squirming on the floor, fighting the strong zip ties that bound her. She decided to try and get her attention.

“Mmmmmph!’ Emma called into her own gag.

“Whmmmph thmmr?” called a faint voice from down the hall.

“Mmmmph! Mmm mmn hmmmr!” Emma called back.

Olivia furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what the woman had said. What the hell is going on here!? Is she tied up too!? Olivia thought, trying her best to get to her feet. She just about managed to get to a sitting position and dragged herself forward with her feet, shuffling toward the hallway where she heard the gagged woman’s voice.

She made it into the hallway, hearing the voice get closer but she stopped dead when she heard the elevator nearby ding once as it had arrived on the bottom floor. Emma heard it too and went silent, listening into the hallway. Both women feared it was their captor...

The door opened and a tied up and gagged blonde woman hopped out. She wasn’t wearing much and Olivia blushed a bit at the sight of her... then she realized just who it was she was looking at.

“Hmmphrr Vmmm Trmmph!?” she said into her gag.

“Mmmphh...” Heather groaned as she spotted the bound and gagged delivery woman on the floor of the hallway in front of her.

“Mmmmph!” She heard another call from a woman in a room down the hall. How many people did that awful woman tie up!? Heather asked herself.

She crouched down low to the delivery woman and looked her in the eye.

“Wmmt hmmmpmmnnd?” she asked.

“Wmmt?” Olivia asked, unable to understand what she said.

“Whmmmt. Hmmpmmnd?” Heather said, trying to enunciate around the ball gag.

Olivia nodded that she understood. “Mmm... mm wmmph mmmtmckd. Mmmnd smmphmmn tmmd mm mmp. Mmm dmmt knmmm whmm thmm wmmmr.”

Heather took a moment to parse the gagged speech of the delivery woman and managed to work out that she didn’t seem to know what had happened to her.

“Whogghhmp mmmn thmmmr?” Heather asked, nodding toward the security room.

Olivia just shrugged and shook her head. Heather slowly got back to her feet and began hopping forward. While she hopped, Olivia couldn’t help where her eyes went... straight to Heather’s impressive chest and the way it... moved when she hopped. It was mesmerizing, and quite pleasant. It had never quite struck her what a beautiful woman Heather Van Truss really was until now. People always fawned over her whenever she appeared on television, true, and she always did look pretty while presenting the news but seeing her in real life, tied up, in her underwear... it was a whole different kind of beauty.

Heather didn’t notice the delivery woman’s gaze as she entered the security room and met the eyes of the taped up security intern.

“Mmmmph!” Emma squealed. She couldn’t believe her eyes! Heather Van Truss, tightly bound and gagged, had entered the room! She never expected to meet the Channel 88 anchor face to face but here she was, in the flesh! And she was a pleasing sight in her underwear... but Emma had to keep focussed.

“Mmmph! Mm knffff!’ she said, nodding toward the desk on the other side of the room.

“Wmmt?” Heather said, unable to understand her words.

“Mmm knfff! Mmmn thmm dmmphk! Cmmt mm frmmm, plmmmph!”

Heather furrowed her brow, managing only to understand the words ‘knife’ and ‘desk.’ She unsteadily turned around to face the desk on the opposite of the room. A few scattered belongings sat there, including a pocket knife. Heather hopped to the desk and managed to grasp the knife in her bound hands and tried to display it to the intern.

“Thmmph?” she asked.

Emma nodded frantically. “Ymmmph! Cmmt thmmph tmmmp mmmf, plmmmph! Mmlll gmmt hllmmmp!”

Heather didn’t understand a word of what she had said but, realizing she couldn’t reach her own bonds, flicked open the knife and hopped over to the young woman’s chair. She slowly knelt down on the floor, staying on her knees, and felt around behind her for the girl’s hands. When she found them, she searched for the edge of the duct tape and began sawing away with the knife when she found it.

While she worked away at Emma’s bonds, Olivia shuffled her way to the doorway and watched what was going on, waiting patiently. She only hoped they hadn’t forgotten about her and would help get her free, too.

It took Heather quite a while to finally saw through the layers of tape binding Emma’s wrists but when she broke through, Emma reached around with her arms still bound and took the knife from Heather’s hand. She used it to cut herself free of the rest of the duct tape and remove her gag.

“Oh, thank you,” Emma said. “Ms. Van Truss, I owe you big time!”

“Mmmpphh...” Heather said, holding her wrists out. But Emma didn’t notice her as the delivery woman was now in her line of sight.

“Oh, you poor woman!” Emma said, getting up from her chair. “It was you I heard, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm hmmm,” Olivia said as Emma reached her and helped cut the zip ties from her wrists and ankles. Finally removing the tape from her lips, Olivia stood up and shook Emma’s hand.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ve been tied up for hours. Who was that, anyway?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see their face... just a gas mask.”

“Same here,” Olivia said. “We should call the cops or something.”

“Mmmph!”

They both turned in the direction of Heather, who was still tightly bound and gagged, kneeling in the security room.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Emma said, and she took a step toward Heather. They all stopped dead when they heard the elevator ding once. Someone was coming...

“Oh no! That has to be them! They’ve got a gun! We need to get out of here!” Olivia said.

“Come with me! Frank will keep you safe! And we’ll get help, Ms. Van Truss!” Emma said as both women fled the room, leaving Heather to struggle in her bondage.

“Wmmt? Nmmm! Dmmt lmmmph mmm! Hllmmmp!”

Heather struggled in her bonds, still unable to escape, and watched the other two captives flee for their lives. She would come to understand later, of course, that there was no time for them to free them. And, in the end, she knew Emma made the right split second decision to run away rather than get recaptured by Janice. But, in the moment, she was quite indignant and desperate to free herself.

She struggled on her knees, eventually falling to the floor and rolling around in her bonds, still as tightly tied as ever. In her vision, a pair of black boots walked into the room and she looked up at the smiling brunette with a gun in her hand.

“Look who got out of her cage,” Janice said. “You really are an intrepid reporter, aren’t you?”

“Mmmph! Lmmt mmggh goggh, Jmmnmmph!”

“I have a better idea...”

...

Heather had no idea what was happening now. Janice had dragged her to a small maintenance room in the back of the warehouse and forced her to the floor, laying on her stomach. From there, Janice had tightly tied Heather’s ankles and wrists together in a hogtie, wrapped duct tape around her ball gag, and tied a black cloth on over her eyes.

For a while, she just taunted Heather, filmed her some more, and even slapped her rear end a few times, eliciting squeals from the anchor as she squirmed on the floor. But then Janice had abruptly left the room, stating that she heard something.

There was some sort of struggle outside the door, two women’s voice and the voice of an older man, as well as Janice’s voice, all shouting back and forth. Eventually, Janice’s voice was muffled by something and Heather heard the word ‘police’ uttered by somebody. But nobody checked the maintenance room!

“Mmmmph! Mmm mmn hmmmr! Hlmmmp mmm! HHHHLLLLMMMMPPPP!!!”

Heather’s voice was entirely muffled and no one outside the room could hear her. But they had successfully defused the situation.

Olivia and Emma managed to awaken the old man, who was mid-snore when he woke up.

“Huh? Where was I? Oh, that’s right, Emma. I was there back in ‘74, back in the old Spectrum. Did I tell you they called ‘em the ‘Broad Street Bullies’ in those days? Anyway, Moose Dupont was there and he-”

“Frank! Snap out of it!”

“Wait... weren’t you sitting over there?” he asked. “And who are you?” he asked, looking to Olivia.

“Frank, someone broke into the building! They tied up Heather!”

“What!?”

“We need to stop them! Call the police! Come on!”

Frank stood up from his chair then, grabbing his stun gun belt and strapping onto his waist. “Nobody comes in here and hurts Ms. Van Truss on my watch!” he said. “That lady doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment! Always remembers my birthday, too! Even bought me cupcakes last year...”

“Frank, focus!” Emma said.

Frank shook his head, running a hand through his grey hair and straightening his back. He was still quite a tall man and ruggedly handsome in his old age with a well shaped, square jaw and shining, green eyes.

“Right! Let’s go save Heather!”

From there, the three of them ran into Janice as she exited the maintenance room. Together they wrestled the gun from her hands and overpowered her, tightly duct taping her in her own duct tape. They wrapped it frantically from her ankles to her thighs in a sparse pattern, tightly wrapped her arms, taped her wrists behind her back, and then finished off the roll by wrapping the tape around her mouth.

“Mmmph! Gmmt mmf mmm! Lmmt mm gmmm!” Janice said, struggling on the warehouse floor.

“What have you done with Heather?” Frank asked, getting down into Janice’s face.

“Mmmmph!” Janice said. Frank shook his head and stood up.

“She’s not talking. Damn that SCN... never did like you, Wright. Heather’s honest. And better looking, too!”

“Frank...” Emma said.

“Oh... sorry. Didn’t realize you were still there, Emma. Um... don’t tell Heather I said that. I like having her as a friend, you know?”

“I’m sure she’d understand,” Olivia said. “And you’re not wrong. She’s a beautiful woman. I mean, I got to see her tonight and... yeah. Let’s just say she’s something to look at.”

“Both of you, stop it! Frank, you should call the police.”

“Right. On it. You find Heather, Emma. I’ll be here to keep an eye on our ‘guest’.

“I’ll wait with you,” Olivia said. “Might be a good idea to back you up.”

Frank nodded, tipping the brim of baseball hat to Olivia. “Much obliged, ma’am. Pull up a chair and relax. You’ve had a hard night at work tonight,” Frank said with a smile, unfolding a steel chair for her to sit in.

“Thanks. You’re right. But I’m glad it worked out okay.”

While the two of them talked, Emma went off to the elevator to begin searching the building from the top down, not realizing that she had been so close to finding Heather right where she had been.

“Hmmm! Mmm mmn hmmmmr! HLLMMMM! MMMTMMM MMM! HHHLLMMMMP! MMMMMPPPHHH!” Heather screamed into her gag, completely muffled, and struggling away completely unable to get free. Hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged with two gags now, Heather Van Truss once again found herself stashed away in a small room while people searched for her.

Damn my luck... she thought to herself. How did this happen again? I hope they at least dealt with that idiot, Wright! God, she knows how to tie knots!

Still struggling away, drenched in sweat, and desperately calling out for help, Heather Van Truss didn’t know that her secret would be safe. Emma had taken Janice’s camera and locked it away in the security safe. And any documents on news stories she had stolen would soon be safely returned. Now it was just a matter of finding her...

“Mmmmph! Hlllmmmp!”