"Hey, Megan, we're taking off for the day!"

Megan looked up at her coworker, Stacy, and smiled.

"I'll be fine," Megan said, "besides, the boss approved the overtime and I could use the money."

Stacy sighed, "alright, well if you get done early a bunch of us will be drinking at that bar a couple blocks down. Feel free to join us."

"I'll do my best!"

"Oh, and if you get hungry or whatever, I saved you some old fashioned glazed in the conference room."

Megan smiled, "you're the best, Stacy!"

She flipped her hair and grinned, "I know. See you later, Megan!"

Megan nodded as she waved goodbye to Stacy and the other coworkers leaving with her. It's not like Megan's job was that hard or demanding, but this week especially she had a lot of paperwork to get through. She was a secretary at a marketing company, but due to her seniority and time at the company she had worked her way up to become the secretary for one of the top executives.

Because of this she was often faced with lots of paperwork, which again wasn't that hard to get through, but it sure was time consuming. These week in particular was especially packed given that it was both the end of the month and the end of the quarter. A pile of papers sat on Megan's desk, and she could either slowly work her way through them or do what she was doing now by working overtime and collecting some extra money in the process.

She didn't mind the work anyway. Over the years she had developed a real knack for blowing through paperwork, and there was even something therapeutic about seeing a large stack slowly shrink in size as she moved her way through it. Plus, working at the office late like this was rather fun. The fact that it was just her, working alone, gave her an extra boost of motivation.

Her friends thought she was weird for this, and yes, Megan had to admit it did seem rather odd. Most people tended to thrive when their coworkers were around to enrich their environment, but from Megan's point of view she worked best when there was no distractions. Just her and a mountain of paperwork ready to be conquered.

Megan brushed her bright red hair aside, letting it tumble down the back of her neatly pressed white blouse. She was always very careful about maintaining the most professional appearance possible. That being said, as she stretched her arms out to her side she carefully slipped both of her stocking clad feet out from her red heels.

She wiggled her toes before setting her feet down on the soft carpet, enjoying how nice it felt to just let them be free. This was one of the other benefits of getting to overtime like this. She was a big fan of heels, and loved the way they shaped her calves. At the same time, they weren't the most comfortable shoe to wear all day, especially the fancy heels Megan preferred.

She reached down and massaged the soles of her feet, the soft sound of her fingers rubbing against her silky red nylons carried through the empty office. It had been a long day at the office, and on top of that judging from how much paperwork she was faced with it was going to be a long night too! At least she could give her feet a rest from those heels while she worked.

"Alright," she said as she scooted her chair closer to her desk, "let's do this."

Grabbing the first group of papers from the stack, Megan set to work flipping through them and making sure everything was in order. After getting through a sizeable chunk of papers, she glanced at the clock. She was making great time! Perhaps she'd be able to join her friends for drinks after all.

*click!*

Megan paused for a moment, setting down the paper she was holding as she craned her neck toward the sound she had just heard. It sounded like someone had just come through the main door. It was way too early for the cleaners to show up, so it couldn't be them. Was it Stacy or one of her friends? Had they forgotten something?

Megan looked around but didn't see anyone. She shrugged it off and got back to work. With how empty the office was, strange sounds were more than common. It was so quiet you'd be able to hear a pin drop even!

After making another good dent in the stack, Stacy decided it was time for a small break. She was getting hungry, and for fear of spending too much money on food at the bar she figured she'd hit the break room and grab some of those doughnuts Stacy had made sure to save for her.

Slipping back into her heels, she pushed herself back from her desk and stood up, brushing out her skirt as she did so.

*clop clop clop clop*

Her steps echoed through the office as she made her way to the break room, the usual sound of her loud heels muted as they met the soft carpet floor. Upon her arrival, Megan pulled out her key card and pressed it up against the small box to the side of the door.

*BEEEEP!*

The door clicked open loudly, as Megan pushed the handle down and stepped inside. Flicking the lights on she walked over to the center table, the two boxes of doughnuts from an earlier meeting still there.

Opening the first box, Megan looked around for the old fashioned but didn't find any. Her search through the second box yielded the same result. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused because Stacy had said she'd saved some for her.

It wasn't the end of the world though, Megan picked out a maple bar and called it good. They were all sugar filled cakes really, and Megan wasn't generally a picky person anyway.

Leaving the break room, making sure the lights were turned off as she left, she headed back to her desk. With her snack in hand, she was ready to tackle the rest of her paper work and head to the bar to meet her friends.

Sitting down at her chair, she was just about to push herself back in when all of the sudden someone grabbed her from behind!

"What the hmmmmmph!"

A gloved hand was slapped across her mouth while another arm was wrapped around her torso just below her breasts. Her attacker squeezed her tight, the hand clamped across her mouth silencing her screams while the other pushed up on her chest stretching her shirt out in the process.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

Megan screamed into the hand that covered her mouth as she kicked her legs out. Dropping the doughnut, she tried to pry away the arms that pinned her against her chair but her efforts were largely in vain. Her attacker had quite the grip on her and wasn't letting up any time soon!

"Nnnnnnnnnmph!"

She tried thrashing her head around, her red locks flicking about as she did so. This too proved to be futile, and so eventually Megan just relaxed her body hoping whoever it was that had grabbed her wasn't going to hurt her...

"There we go," a voice croaked from behind her, "atta girl, just sit tight, okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

Megan breathed a small sigh of relief. At least her main concern had been immediately addressed. Now the only question was what the hell was he going to do with her instead!? Was he robbing the place? Surely there were other better places to burgle. Why had he chosen this one?!

"If I let my hand go, will you promise not to scream?"

Megan nodded, deciding in her head to just comply with his wishes. He sounded reasonable at least, but she didn't want to push her luck. Her assurance not to scream resulted in the man releasing his grip on Megan.

The hand from her mouth was removed too. From behind her she heard the sound of a bag hitting the floor followed by the sound of someone rummaging through it.

*RIIIIIIIIIP!*

That of course was the unmistakable sound of tape being pulled from a roll. There was no need for Megan to wonder what he planned to use it for, she'd seen enough movies to know what was coming next!

As he wound the tape, clear tape to be exact, around Megan's upper body she hoped this was all he had planned for her. Just to make sure, she thought it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"What...what are you going to do with me?" She said as the man continued his work, passing tape below her breasts now.

"I just need to make sure you sit here, nice and tight," the man said, "I thought this was place was supposed to be empty at this hour, but turns out I made a miscalculation. I did find some tasty doughnuts though. Be sure to thank whoever brought those in for me, those old fashioned glazed are my favorite!"

The man made plenty of loops around Megan's chest, making sure to wrap tape above and below her breasts. She looked down at her blouse, her boobs really being forced out due to the tape.

Megan noticed the button that fell in between the layers of tape was barely hanging on by a thread now. There was no way the poor little thing was going to hold for that much longer. Her shirt was already tight enough as it was, but with the tape pushing her chest out like this it was only a matter of time before...

*POP!*

Megan gasped as the thread holding the button snapped, her blouse flying open exposing her lacy red bra underneath. Her face was instantly flushed, but she tried to hide her reaction. She didn't want to draw attention to what had just happened lest the man realize and...

*squeeeeak*

Megan felt her whole body turn as the chair rotated around. She was turned 180 degrees now finding herself face to face with the man responsible for her predicament. He was a skeevy looking guy, short and skinny with the most ridiculous outfit on.

He was dressed like some goon straight out of a movie. His all black outfit was complimented by a bright purple eye mask and matching gloves. His nose was absurdly long, and his hair horribly greasy.

He stared at Megan's now open blouse, his eyes trained on her chest. Her face was flush red with embarrassment. As if this situation wasn't already bad enough, now her bra was exposed for the whole world to see! The man grinned from ear to ear as he ogled her boobs, practically drooling as he did so.

Megan rolled her eyes, feeling more annoyed now than anything else. Did he really have to stare that long? Shaking his head back and forth, he snapped himself back to reality readying another long strip of tape from his roll.

"Sorry, babe," he said, "but you've got great tits!"

Megan was experiencing such a roller-coaster of emotions from being embarrassed, to flattered, to just straight up annoyed. She had no idea how to respond to this comment other than to just huff as she sat there and watched him tape the rest of her body up moving on now to her arms. He pulled them behind her back, wrapping tape around her elbows and wrists.

"There," he said, "that ought to do it! How's that feel? Nice and tight?"

Megan shifted around a bit, the tape holding fast keeping her firmly planted in her chair. She wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"Looks good to me," the man said answering his own question, "now, time to just make sure you stay nice and quiet and I'll be on my way!"

"Nice and...wait, you're not going to gag me are you?"

He laughed, reaching again into his bag as he did so, "haven't you ever seen a damsel in distress on television before? You know there's always got to be a gag, right?"

"I'll be quiet," Megan said, "really, I will! I mean it's just me here, who am I going to alert anyway?"

"Sorry, sweet tits, but I don't make the rules."

Megan gulped as the man stood back up after fishing around his bag for a while, a pair of woman's underwear scrunched up in his hands.

"Oh come on," she said as the man approached her with it, his menacing grin stretching from ear to ear.

"I found these at some chick's house last week, they had such a pretty pattern I had just had to snatch them up! Seems like they're coming in handy finally. I just hope they're clean..."

"Wait, don't you dare put those dirty panties in my mommmmmmmmmmph!"

"Or what? You're gonna' scream?"

"Llllllllmpppph!"

Megan recoiled as the man slammed the underwear into her open mouth, cramming the panties in as far as they would go. They were quite large, filling Megan's mouth completely, her cheeks puffing out slightly too.

Thankfully, from the subtle taste of detergent, they were in fact clean. This was but a small win given the fact that he had just gagged her with another woman's underwear!

"Gggggnmph mmmmmph nnnnnmpppph!"

"Sorry babe, you're gonna' have to be louder than that."

"Llmmmmm mmmmmph ggggmmmmmph!"

"Hm, can't quite hear ya'. Didn't anyone ever tell ya' not to talk with your mouth full?"

"FFFFMMMMMMMMPH!"

Megan was in no mood for the man's wisecracks. It was already humiliating enough having these panties jammed in her mouth, she didn't need him teasing her like that!

As Megan chewed on the panties, drool forming at the edges of her mouth now, the man took his trusty tape and began winding it around her head and between her lips, trapping her hair underneath it.

"Just to make sure you don't spit those out!"

"Mmmmph," Megan moaned back, still unimpressed at his attempts to humor her. How the hell would she even manage to get them out of her mouth anyway? He had wrapped so many layers of tape around her head!

"Well, it seems like you're all nice and taped up. Perhaps now I can be about my business and..."

The man paused, his body frozen in time as he stared Megan down. Following his gaze down her body, past her chest this time, and all the way down to her crotch she noticed he was staring right between her legs! In all the commotion, Megan had forgotten about her skirt and the fact that it had a tendency to ride up when she sat down. It was currently a good couple inches up her thighs now, not only exposing the lacy tops of her stockings but also her matching red underwear underneath!

"MMMMMMMMPH!"

Megan roared through her gagged mouth at the man, scolding him for being such a pervert! Megan immediately closed her legs, crossing them over in fact so that at least her underwear was out of view. This jolted the man back to attention, his open mouth snapping shut and turning into a frown.

"Hey, that's not very nice," he said, pouting his lips in mock sorrow.

"Fffmmmmph nnnmmph mmmmph mmmmmmmph!"

"Sorry, but I make the rules right now."

Bending down, he grabbed Megan's legs and forced them out of their crossed position so that her underwear was once again on display. Crossing her ankles over, he wound tape around them as well as around the bottom of the chair she was sat in. With her ankles crossed and taped like this there was little to nothing she could do to close them, giving the man a full an uninterrupted view of her panties.

"That's more like it," he said.

"Ffffmmmph nnnmph mmmmph!"

"Alright, well I think that really does it now. Guess I should grab what I came for and get outta here."

"Ggggnnmph!"

"You look absolutely, stunning by the way," he said, "you should see yourself, you really...hey, I might have an idea!"

"Wwwmmph?!"

Megan watched as he reached over to her desk, picking up her phone and waving it around in a taunting fashion.

"NNnnnnmph!"

He was practically bouncing with glee as he opened her camera app and started snapping photos of her. Megan was furious by now, shouting as loud as she could through the panties stuffed in her mouth. This guy sure was a grade A creep!

"That's the spirit! Yeah, give me that real angry look, it sells the whole damsel in distress vibe."

"MMMMMMMMPH!"

"Oh here, let's get some video too. Say hi to the camera!"

"FFMMMPH YYYMMMMPH!"

"You're doing great, babe. Here, let's spin you around!"

Grabbing the chair he gave it a nice push, causing it to spin around and around. He held Megan's phone up all the while, taking more videos and snapping more photos as she sat there wrapped up with tape and stuffed up with panties. He was like Megan's own super creepy paparazzi, taking hundreds of photos of her.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

Megan screamed as she spun around on the spot, closing her eyes and trying not to get dizzy.

"Okay, okay, alright. I'll call it quits for tonight. You can scroll through those photos later and pick out your favorites! It'll be hard to choose from seeing as there's so many good ones."

"LLLMMMMMPHH!"

"In any case, I better get going now. Can't stick around all night. See ya' later, sweet tits!"

"FFMMMMPH YYMMPH!"

The man chuckled as he shouldered his bag and pranced away leaving Megan trussed up in her office chair. As he left, she was once again plummeted into silence, the only sounds now were the squeaking of her chair and the rustling of tape as she strained in her binds.

She stole a glance up at the clock on the wall. It was well past time to meet with her friends, they were probably all gone by now. Oh well, she'd connect with them some other time.

Megan paused in her struggles for a moment as she realized something. That bastard hadn't even robbed the place!

"Fffffffmmmmmmmmmmph!"

Megan's exasperated moan reverberated around the empty office. It was going to be a long night...