Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.
Synopsis: A businesswoman faces a colleague in court over a humiliating office encounter.
“All rise for the honourable Judge Cassidy.”
The judge sat at her bench and waved her hand impatiently, motioning the thirty people in the courtroom to be seated. She was a stern looking woman with black hair to match her black gown, not the old man in a white wig I had imagined. I sat back down behind the plaintiff’s table beside my lawyer Mr Hammond, who was fumbling with his papers.
I wore an open navy blazer, white collared shirt beneath it, a short black pencil skirt, light-brown pantyhose and black high heels. Elegant and very flattering for my figure, yet professional. The same style I wore every day at the office. My blonde hair was tied in a neat ponytail.
Across the aisle at the defendant’s table was my business colleague, or more accurately my rival, Lydia. She had shoulder-length brown hair and was dressed in a slim grey trouser suit. She sat between three lawyers.
“Case 1474B, plaintiff Nina Stevens versus defendant Lydia Mayfair. Mr Hammond you may proceed.”
“ahem. Your honour, I aim to prove today that three months ago, Miss Mayfair’s misdeeds brought tremendous grief to my client, both personally and professionally. What started as a typical workday ended with Miss Stevens helpless, hopeless and humiliated beyond belief. Both women are employed as associates for Magnus Solutions, one of the largest marketing agencies in the city. For several months before the incident, Miss Stevens had been building a reputation with a potential new client…”
I found it difficult to stay focused on his droning voice. My mind drifted away from the vintage wood panels of the courtroom, back to the modern sheen of the offices. Back to the day itself.
My heels clacked against the marble of the reception floor as I hurried towards the meeting room, a small laptop in one hand. I gave a passing hello to the cute young receptionist, having no time to chat. My bedraggled assistant Becky followed in my wake, trying not to drop anything from the pile of documents stacked in her arms.
“S… sorry Miss Stevens how many information packet copies was I supposed to print again? 10 or 15?”
“It was 20!” I snapped. “Becky I can’t have mistakes like this today of all days. I’m due to meet with the VondTec board across town in half an hour. I'll be my first time meeting their CEO in person. If all goes well, we’ll finally be drafting up initial terms for a contract. If I can land this deal, they’ll be the biggest client we’ve ever had.”
Becky rolled her eyes behind my back, having heard that line more than once.
This particular meeting was a crucial moment that I’d been working towards for weeks. I inhaled slowly, trying to remember my meditation breathing instructions and rapidly squeezed a company-branded stress ball, the white text distorting in and out. I fiddled fretfully with my tight-fitting skirt and the shirt stretched out by my chest. I was certainly dressed to impress today.
“Did Mr Magnus say why he needs to meet me now? I assume it’s about VondTec but it’s not very convenient timing. And he’s not the micro-managing type.”
“The message didn’t say. Just to come to Boardroom 1 straight away.”
We walked along the glass walls of the large boardroom, which took up a third of the open floor’s back wall. The blinds were fully drawn so I couldn’t see inside.
“Alright I’ll try to make this quick. You finish printing those packets and then head straight over. I’ll meet you there.”
Becky scurried off, almost dropping half her stack in her frantic state. I took a silent moment to acknowledge I’d been putting too much pressure on Becky recently, and made a mental note to make it up to her after today.
I entered the meeting room, closed the door behind me with a click and turned towards the room’s sole occupant.
“Good morning Mr Magnus. What did you-… Lydia?!”
“Miss Stevens?”
“Uh what? Sorry, what was the question?”
Mr Hammond sighed, while the judge looked down unimpressed at me in the witness box below her. He spoke again.
“I asked how you would describe your relationship with the defendant Miss Mayfair.”
“Ah. Well, were hired at the same time. We were always on similar career paths, going for the same promotions, the same clients. There have certainly been… tensions.”
That was a huge understatement. Despite the company’s insistence on being one big family, the reality was cut-throat. Associates undermining and poaching clients from each other was a common occurrence. Lydia and I had unpleasant clashes many, many times. She remained civil whenever others were around, but even then there was always an undercurrent of scorn in my direction.
There was one occasion where a pair of panties and a man’s tie were discovered inside a supply closet, leading to wild speculation about an office affair. After enough subtle jabs in my direction, it became clear that most people suspected I was the woman. I was convinced that Lydia started the rumour that it was me but I never had any proof.
"I was promoted earlier this year and she wasn’t. I believe she held a grudge against me for that.”
Mr Jones, the lead lawyer for Lydia’s defence, stood up. “Objection your honour! Speculation.”
“Sustained. Keep your testimony to the facts Miss Stevens.” The judge had an icy irritation in her tone.
Mr Hammond coughed. “Err let’s move on to the day in question. Where exactly did you meet with Miss Mayfair?”
“Lydia? What are you doing here?”
Lydia strutted around the large table that occupied most of the boardroom, towards me.
“Why shouldn’t I be here? Magnus could have invited me too. You’re not the big hotshot you think you are Nina.”
I let out a single hollow laugh. “I knew it. You’re that jealous I’m about to bag VondTec? Not my fault I’m an excellent speaker and your shrill voice makes people shrivel. Maybe work on that attitude of yours instead and you'll get somewhere too.”
Her eyes blazed. “Maybe I start wearing shorter skirts and pop open a few shirt buttons. I’m sure that helps. Isn’t their board all men? I'm sure you’ve already gotten intimately familiar with the supply closet over at VondTec HQ.”
My blood pressure rose and I clenched my jaw. “Screw this. If Magnus wants me, he can call. I’m leaving.”
I turned and marched towards the door. I was halfway there when an arm wrapped around my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth. My laptop flew out of my hand and clattered to the floor. Lydia was surprisingly strong, holding me in place from behind.
“No I don’t think so. He’s not coming, and you’re not going. You’ve had this coming for a while.”
“Mmmmh-ahh! How dare y-MMPH?!”
My protesting mouth was suddenly filled with the dry taste of cloth. I spluttered and tried to spit the material out, but was easily thwarted by Lydia’s swift fingers dragging and prodding the remainder in. The wadding filled the entire cavity of my mouth, with Lydia’s palm laying against my lips to hold it in.
“Ghhd ovv mhh yhh bhdhh!”
“Shut up. The more you resist, the worse it’s going to be for you.”
I responded to this threat by thrashing and kicking. She managed to grab my arm and twist it painfully behind my back, my resistance dying off as she increased the pressure. I was frog-marched back into the room towards the table.
Lydia shoved me unceremoniously against the table edge, forcing my upper body to plonk down, my boobs squashing against the glass surface. She was pushing into me from behind, pinning me against the table, her legs splayed and straddling mine. Every movement I made caused my ass to grind against her. Not that it stopped me from struggling. She seemed a lot less bothered by it than I was.
My blazer was wrenched off and my arms were pulled up together. I heard a loud RIIIP and then felt tape being wrapped quickly and roughly around my arms. It was tan-coloured heavy-duty parcel tape, commonly used for our deliveries.
“Lehh meh ghh!”
She leaned forward and plastered several strips of tape across my mouth, then resumed her attention on my arms. I had already lost the battle of strength and it was just a matter of time before I had zero control. I knew my only option was outside help.
“Heeepphh!! Shummwah heephhh meehh!”
My yell was muffled but I gave it my all, and could still produce at least some volume. With the room’s blinds drawn I couldn’t see if anyone was close by, but this was a busy office. I waited for the door to crash open and my would-be rescuers to pour in. But all I heard was more ripping tape and Lydia’s energised breathing.
The room’s soundproofing was just too good. This was one of our top boardrooms after all, intended for important client meetings. No eavesdropping or distractions from outside would be tolerated.
“Hhhmmmmhhh!”
Once my arms were stuck firmly to each other, Lydia stepped back from me and knelt down. With a fresh roll of tape, she wound a few loops tightly around my legs at the ankles and the knees, as harshly and hastily as she had done with my arms.
Finally, she rested. The two of us were dripping with sweat and panting heavily. Except I was doing it face down on the glass surface of a table, my damp shirt clinging to my breasts, my arms held inside a messy mono-glove of tape, my legs stuck together, and my mouth dry from the rag packing it full. While the other one of us laid beside me comfortably stretched out, catching her breath.
Lydia settled down faster than I did and stood up, treating herself to a victorious spank of my ass.
SMACK!
“Mmph!!”
“What a workout. How many calories do you think restraining a slut burns off?”
“Fhgg yhh!”
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
“Mmmhhhh!”
“Wrong answer. Time to get this meeting properly underway.”
“I’m sorry Miss Stevens but it’s just a little hard to believe. A full office in the middle of the day and not a single person could hear you? Were you honestly even trying to call for help?”
Mr Jones’ smarmy attitude was getting under my skin. It was bad enough describing my degradation in such detail, without it also being belittled and doubted like this. I tried not lose my cool, replying through gritted teeth.
“I told you, it was soundpr-“
“Withdrawn. So no-one else saw any of this happening? No eye-witnesses at all?”
“No! The blinds were drawn and-”
“Of course they were. Let’s forget that for now.”
He picked up a roll of parcel tape off the evidence table, which was laden with implements of doom, as I considered them. The cloth, stress ball and parcel tape were all there. The sound of the tape ripping off put me on edge. He held a strip towards me, as if imagining it plastered across my mouth.
“So to recount: you’re lying on the table bound and gagged, and your rear end has just been soundly spanked. Please continue.”
Lydia forced my chin up. She had rearranged me so that I was lying flat atop the centre of the table.
My wrists had been pulled back until they reached my feet, then Lydia had wound tape around both attaching them together. It reminded me of a pose from my morning yoga sessions, except instead of holding for 30 seconds then relaxing, I was stuck at the very worst part of it without relief. I wondered if all that hard-earned flexibility was my downfall, since it was what allowed her to stretch me into such a strenuous position.
My shirt had been ripped open and pulled down off my shoulder, torn buttons scattered on the floor. My lacy red bra had been tugged down just enough to allow a large binder-clip to pinch onto each nipple. My pencil skirt had been pulled up to my waist exposing my full pantyhose-clad butt with its prominent arc, the faint red of the panties visible beneath.
The only clothing Lydia had added rather than subtracted was my high heels. She placed them back on me after they’d been kicked off in the scuffle, before applying the tape hogtie.
Lydia unwound the tape wrapped around my head, not caring how rough she was being as it pulled away from my skin and hair. Immediately after yanking off the final strip, she laid her hand across my mouth, before I could spit the balled-up cloth stuffing out.
“Be very very careful about what you do next Nina.”
She pinched the cloth gag and dragged it out.
“Uhh… h… HEEEEL-gmmph!!!”
Lydia’s other hand was ready and waiting. My shout was deadened by a new invading fabric, this one much softer than the last. And in further contrast to the last gag, it was not dry. In fact it dripped with a strong, tangy taste.
“I got these ready while you were distracted earlier, moping about your nipple clamps. You should have just given in back when I first told you to. Should’ve been the obedient little yes-girl you always are with the bosses. Then I wouldn’t have gotten so sweaty wrestling you down. And maybe those panties you’re sucking on would taste a little nicer~”
“Whhh? Hhhggghhh!!”
“What’s the matter, don’t like my taste? Feeling stressed? Here, I found something of yours to help.”
Lydia held a blue foam ball in front of my eyes. It was the stress ball I had when I entered the room. My eyes widened and I shook my head no. She pinched my nose shut. I couldn’t hold my breath for long, and the second I gasped for air, she forcefully shoved the stress ball in. It compressed as she pushed, then expanded back out once fully inside my mouth. It pushed the soaked panties deeper in, squeezing a fresh trickle of Lydia’s sweat down my throat.
“There. Now you just have to chomp and suck on that ball and you’ll feel much more relaxed.”
“Mmphhh...”
She picked up a roll of clear cellophane tape and encased my entire lower face within copious amounts of it. The ball was big enough that my mouth couldn’t close all the way, leaving a patch of blue visible through the tape. Some of the ball’s printed white lettering ‘Magnus Solutions’ was visible, but thanks to the ‘o’ fading away from my constant use, it simply said ‘S lut’.
While I tried and failed to avoid Lydia’s panty sweat seeping out, Lydia herself wandered around to fetch my fallen laptop and a cable from a box. She had prepared more than I realised for this encounter.
The cable was a laptop security cable. She crawled beneath the table and snapped the locking end into my laptop. Then she fed the cable upwards through a small hole in the middle of the table, where it reached me lying in my hogtie.
On emerging, she held up a familiar looking man’s necktie.
“Remember this? It’s the same tie found that time in the supply closet. Found together with a certain blonde bimbo’s panties, or so the story goes. I wonder what people would think finding it again here with you...”
She tied the tie tightly through the locking cable’s loop protruding through the hole and around my bent legs, just below the knees. With the connected laptop stuck beneath the table, unable to be pulled up through the hole, I was anchored in place. On a leash of sorts.
Lydia patted my head condescendingly.
“You know Nina, most of the stuff restraining you right now came from the supply closet. I guess that’s why they call it ‘stationery’. Get it? Because you can’t move?”
“hnngh…”
“Tough crowd. Speaking of crowds, it’s almost lunch time. I need to get going and beat the queue.”
Lunch time? My meeting!! Unless I got free and left in the next 5 minutes, I was going to be late. They’d all be waiting on me.
“Mmmgghghhh!!!”
“What’s the matter? Ohhhh your big meeting~. Here I’ll give you this. You can call them and let them know you’re a little tied up right now.”
Giggling at her own joke, Lydia picked up my mobile phone. She grabbed my shoulder and rolled me to the side. I let out a little yelp, feeling the laptop cable tug at my legs. She lifted my pantyhose out of the way and tucked the phone down the front of my panties.
"Mmhhh?!”
She pulled the panties and pantyhose back up and rolled me back over, forcing me to lie uncomfortably on my front again. Except now with the hard rectangle of my phone poking into me.
"If you do call, you’ll definitely need to put those ‘excellent speaker’ skills of yours to good use. If you want to be understood through that gag anyway~”
“MMNNNGHHH!!"
I shrank down into my seat at the plaintiff’s table. I would no doubt be reliving this day in quiet moments for years to come. But that didn’t matter now. It was Lydia’s turn on the stand. This was the moment we were waiting for. Either she would confess to what she did and the truth would be confirmed, or she would lie and open herself up to perjury.
Mr Jones approached her at the bench. “Miss Mayfair let’s cut to the chase. Is it true that you left Miss Stevens tied up and gagged in the offices that day?”
Here it comes. The beginning of the lies.
“Yes. It’s true.”
!!!
I was stunned. As was the rest of the court. I couldn’t have imagined it. I never expected her to give in without a fight.
“On that day I met Nina in the boardroom. And I restrained her as she described ... at her request.”
“WHAT?!!” I shot to my feet, almost knocking the table over. “THAT’S A LIE!”
CLACK CLACK CLACK! “MISS STEVENS CONTROL YOURSELF!”
The gavel thundered against the wood. For the first time in the trial Judge Cassidy raised her voice. It was a sobering moment.
“B... but your honour she’s-”
“I said control yourself!”
“But...”
“Miss Stevens sit down! Consider this your first warning.”
I sat back down in shameful silence. Lydia waited, enjoying the aftermath of my reprimanding, then continued her testimony.
“Nina was promoted recently as she said, which meant that technically she was my boss. I felt that I couldn’t refuse.”
I quietly simmered with fury. I wasn’t her boss in any meaningful way and she knew it.
“I followed her instructions exactly as she told me. I think she wanted to be arranged for some secret rendezvous with a man in the office. There had been rumours. At the end I lost my nerve and ran out. I was too scared to say anything about it to anyone afterwards. I didn’t want to lose my job.”
“I see. Thank you for your bravery in sharing it today Miss Mayfair. So after you ran out, what happened next?”
Lydia placed a small remote control down on the table. It was a standard device found in every boardroom, controlling the lights and projectors.
“I’m going to leave you with a choice Nina. You can stay here in this dim room and be Miss Independent, girl-bossing it, fixing your problems on your own, holding onto your pride. Or you can beg for help, and show the world the kind of girl you really are. But make your decision quick. Or it’ll be made for you.”
She tapped a button on the controller. A quiet humming started up in the room. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
“Good luck hotshot.”
Lydia collected herself, straightening out her suit, and headed towards the door.
“Lhhmmmmhh!”
She waved, exiting the room quickly and quietly. After the door pulled closed, there was a moment of silence then a loud click from the other side.
I rocked side to side, testing the tape bonds. Despite how haphazardly they had been initially applied, the added layers and excessive force Lydia used ensured that they held strong. Too thick to tear or snap, too tight to slip out of. I had no idea how I could possibly get free alone.
A realisation struck. I knew what the hum was. The glass wall separating the boardroom from the rest of the office floor had been covered since I entered behind large, flat, beige blinds. Those blinds were very slowly rising.
I saw moving shadows on the floor through the gap that had formed. There was a lot of activity on the other side. The lunch time rush! The decision Lydia had posed became clear now. Stay hidden and escape on my own, or wait for help but be seen like this by everyone.
I didn’t know what to do. Both choices were utter disasters. The blinds were higher. I could see shoes walking by now. I needed to decide...
The remote control! Lydia had activated the blinds with it before leaving. If I could reach it, I could switch them off now, and still switch them back on later if I changed my mind.
I wriggled like a worm towards it. It was slow, difficult and degrading. My arms, legs and back ached from the oppressive position. The nipple clamps clacked against the glass table, irritating me. The mobile phone poked into me, managing to wedge itself in rather invasively. My clothes slipped out of place further, somewhat symbolic of the professionalism they once represented that I was losing with this shameful display. A display that I absolutely needed to prevent anyone from seeing.
The remote was almost below my head when... thunk! My movement was halted. The laptop beneath the table had been pulled against the table’s underside, and was now stuck against the small hole. The cable and tie connecting it to my legs were taut. My leash had reached its limit.
“Nmmmm!!”
I stretched my body as much as I could. My chin rubbed the table, agonisingly close to touching the remote but falling short. The blinds kept humming in the background. The bottom of them was now level with the table.
My chin grazed the corner of the remote. Lowering my head dragged it closer a tiny bit. Success! Another touch of the chin. A further slide. I planted my chin on top of the remote. I had it!
VVVVVVVV!
“MMGHHH!”
A tremendous vibration rocked through my body. I spasmed in shock. My head flew up. The remote control wedged below my chin was flung forward, sliding off the edge of the table, falling in a graceful arc and bouncing far across the floor.
The vibrating stopped.
“Mhh?”
VVVVVVVV!
“Mmmgghhhhmm!”
My phone! The meeting was due to start in minutes. Becky was calling me to see where I was.
I forgot the tragedy of the lost remote for the moment and focused on the shaking object between my legs. That vibration setting was far too intense. I had to find a way to get it ou-
VVVVVVVV!
“Nnnghh!!”
Focusing was impossible. I struggled as hard as I could. I could feel my breasts and ass jiggling. In fact it was like every part of me was moving, everything except the phone driving me mad.
VVVVVVVV!
Please just hang up Becky. I can’t get to it. I can’t do anything about it. I ca-
VVVVVVVV!
Becky stop I’m begging you! I’m sorry I was harsh with you. I know you’re doing your job. Just this once don-
VVVVVVVV!
I flopped about on the table. So tightly stuck. So thoroughly silenced. So utterly helpless. My body and soul tormented by my assistant’s diligence.
VVVVVVVV!
“MMPPHH!!”
...
...
She’s stopped? Finally. Now at least I could-
“EEYYAHH!”
My relief was punctured by a piercing yell. I looked up to see the blinds were over halfway up, giving the office outside a full unobstructed view of the table within. The receptionist that shrieked was staring and pointing open-mouthed. A dozen people were already staring in at me and more were assembling having heard the yell.
A terrible question occurred to me: How long had they just been watching?
“I must ask, why was Miss Stevens not released immediately?”
“Well...” the cute young receptionist replied, looking rather withdrawn and nervous on the stand. “The door to the boardroom was locked. No-one could get in.”
“No-one had a key?”
“We couldn’t find it at the reception. The facilities manager has a master key but he was out of town at another site that morning. We had to call him and wait for him to travel back. Someone decided that since it would only be a few hours, it wasn’t worth trying to break down the door or the glass. And then he got caught up in rush-hour traffic.”
“I see. So poor Miss Stevens was stuck that entire time? Unable to free herself and no-one could reach her? Despite everyone being able to see her?”
“Y... yes I’m afraid so.”
“I see. Thank you Miss you’ve been very helpful.”
The receptionist hurried off the stand, back to the gallery. Mr Hammond paced back and forth, the most animated he’d looked all trial.
“Picture it your honour. Looking out through the glass you see a crowd. These are people you’ve worked with closely for years. You’ve worked hard for their respect. Sacrificed so many evenings and nights and weekends to prove your worth in a competitive space, where reputation counts for everything. Then in a single instant, all of that is taken away from you. Your very lowest moment and they’re all there to witness it. You’ve been stripped of your dignity, your freedom, literally your clothes! Laid bare before your peers, your employers, your underlings. You watch all respect they have for you vanish from their very faces, transforming in their eyes from a force to be reckoned with to a powerless sexual plaything. This is exactly what my client Miss Stevens endured for hours.”
I wanted to sink into the floor and never come back up. I wish I’d asked him what he was going to say beforehand. I waited for him to bring the point home, to redirect the sympathy for my suffering into rage towards Lydia. Not just leave it hanging on the mental image of me in distress.
“I rest my case.”
I almost literally facepalmed. He sat back down at our table looking very pleased with himself, until he looked over at me, confused at my reaction.
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? What the hell was that?!!”
CLACK CLACK!
“Silence! That’s your second warning Miss Stevens.”
Hours had passed. Becky had tried calling me over and over, to my unending despair. She stopped eventually, probably finally hearing the news about me.
Even now, newcomers were still stopping by for a look at the fabled businesswoman in bondage. I couldn’t hear their conversation through the glass, but I could see their astounded and jeering faces. Far too many took out their phones to take pictures and videos.
With the anchoring cable I couldn’t even slide under the table or move somewhere more out of sight. I wasn’t sure what angle was even least humiliating as it always showed off something I didn’t want to. In the end I just shifted position whenever the current one became too uncomfortable. Which was most of the time.
The worst part, in a series of bad parts, was when Mr Magnus himself finally stopped by. To see the former rising star of the company, now the butt of every joke. As we met eyes I could tell he knew my question: What happened with VondTec? He just shook his head, looking sorrowful and disappointed. My spirit broke yet again.
Not for the last time. The final kick was when an innocent looking Lydia wandered in front of the glass pane, joining the latest gaggle of spectators. She was all gasps and surprise when they explained my situation to her. I’m sure I even lip-read her saying "Who would do something like this?”
When the small crowd moved on, she remained. I was too tired to even glare. I didn’t want to give her any more satisfaction.
She held up her own phone for me to see.
“....mmmMM?! Mmm! MMM!!””
I gathered my remaining energy in desperation. I tried to beg. The stress ball deformed as my weary mouth vainly tried to form the words. What little flavour was left in Lydia’s panties was wrung out.
She stared impassively, then walked away and started dialing.
...
VVVVVVVV!
“MMHHHH!”
Everyone was seated and people were talking amongst themselves. The defendant’s table had a new person beside them: a young man wearing a jacket bearing the letters ‘VT’ on the front and back.
Judge Cassidy tapped with her gavel gently and the room hushed. She nodded at Mr Jones and he stood up.
“Your honour, our final call to the stand is an expert witness. In order to resolve the conflicting testimonies, we wish to propose a simple test. May I approach the bench?”
“You may."
Mr Jones and Mr Hammond both walked up to the judge’s bench. The three of them spoke in hushed tones for a long, tense time. Finally they all nodded in agreement, and the two lawyers returned to their tables. I leaned over as soon as Mr Hammond sat down.
“Well? What happened? What’s going on?”
“Don’t worry Nina, I think we'll be ok. You just have to let them carry out their test. When it fails the judge will have no choice but to side with us.”
“What test? What do you mean ‘let’? What are they going to do?”
The bailiff dragged a table towards the open space at the front of the courtroom. This did not look good. I was called on to approach this table. I apprehensively complied and was directed to sit up on it.
The young man in the jacket stepped forward. I recognised its logo as VondTech’s. After my impending deal with them collapsed, another team in the company reached out and managed to re-establish good relations with them. With a stipulation that I would never be involved again in any way. Lydia was on that team. They surely loaned this technician today as a favour to her.
He strapped an advanced looking watch around my wrist, explaining it to the court.
“This is one of our earliest technologies, though it’s much improved since then. It takes a comprehensive reading of various body inputs to accurately model some aspect of the subject’s experience. In this particular case it’ll be her... ahem... arousal.”
“My what?!”
“We’ll be monitoring your response to the test.” He stepped back, a tablet in hand.
A second table was dragged up beside the table I sat upon. It was the evidence table, still laden with all the implements of doom.
“Hold on I didn’t realise I was agreeing to this. So you’re going to see how horny I get when you...? No! I’m not doing it.”
The judge spoke up. “Miss Stevens, you have been trying my patience this entire trial. Your side has already agreed to this arrangement. If you refuse now then I will consider it obstruction.”
This was a fresh nightmare. I couldn’t see any way to refuse.
RIIIIP
The telltale tear of tape behind me sent a shiver up my spine, as did Lydia’s cooing voice.
“Shall we begin~?”
All along the gallery right to the back of the courtroom, people were craning their necks, leaning into the aisles and standing up. All to get a better look at the front. At the blonde woman in the tight shirt and short skirt, lying face-down on a table, shuffling uncomfortably with her arms and legs bound tightly in tape.
I initially lay very still, not wanting a repeat of the tussle in which Lydia dominated me. I came to regret that, as Lydia was able to take advantage of my stillness to apply the tape more precisely and more strictly than the original event. She even pulled my arms back farther than the first day, making today's hogtie more unpleasant to endure.
Apart from having to remove my blazer, I at least had the minor dignity of keeping my clothes on this time. Although the top buttons of my shirt were fighting to stay closed in this position.
“Is that everything?”
“Not yet, your honour” Lydia replied, setting the empty tape roll back down on the evidence table. “At this point I gagged Miss Stevens.”
I stammered “I ... I don’t see the need for that. I’m already tied up as much as I was. More even. We can start this damn test.”
Lydia retrieved a pair of scissors. “The first part of the gag isn’t actually available among the objects here. But I can easily provide it.”
She reached down her suit trousers and tugged the panties she was currently wearing up past her waist.
snip
“You’re kidding?! That’s insane.” I was not laying still at all now.
snip
“Why isn’t anyone saying anything? You’re not seriously going to let this happen are you?”
snip
The judge sighed. “Please gag her now Miss Mayfair so we can get on with this.”
“No don-MMPH!!”
Lydia interrupted me with her dirty panties stuffing my mouth. These were noticeably larger that her last pair. In fact they had a much stronger taste as well. How could that be? They’d have to be worn for days to accumulate this level of potency. Did Lydia prepare them for this very moment?
She plucked a foam stress ball from the table. It was the same cerulean blue I remembered but there was no company title. This was not the same type of ball. It too was much larger.
“Mmmh!!”
Lydia squeezed the sphere in, using force to get it to all fit inside, finishing with half a roll of the clear tape to seal it in. My mouth was so puffed out I could barely bite down.
“Finally, before I left, I performed one last action on Nina. She wanted it to ‘warm her up’ I think she said.”
Lydia gently grabbed my skirt and pulled it up my legs, bunched up to my hips. My plump pantyhosed posterior was exposed to the entire court. There was audible shuffles and scrapes as the audience pushed closer. She lifted my arms with one hand and groped my asscheek with the other.
“Mmh?”
SMACK!
“MMMM!”
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Lydia didn’t hold back. She spanked me hard over and over. I twisted and moaned on the table. The hogtie was so tight that I couldn’t even make my ass a good moving target. The room-filling spanks and my faint muted moans were the only sounds throughout the courtroom.
Lydia eventually slowed down, her hand gently stroking my shaking butt. The only sounds then were my heavy breathing and the frantic scribbling of the courtroom sketch artist.
I had shuffled to the edge of the table in my struggles. Lydia grabbed my upper thigh with both hands and very slowly dragged me back, making a show of helping me. As I slid, I felt her fingers fiddle about between my legs. They slipped inside a hole torn in the stretched material, finding their way inside my panties. Lydia was performing impressive sleight of hand, with no-one else seeming to notice.
“Mmmghhhm!!”
“Just making sure you don’t fall.”
Something at the tip of her finger felt surprisingly hard. That nub pushed up against my folds. Then her hand slipped away and she released me, but whatever she had pressed against me was left behind. I could feel it there, nuzzled in place under my panties.
Lydia finally stepped away, returning to her seat. The VondTech technician was paying close attention to his tablet. Mr Jones spoke.
“Now we will observe the effect on Miss Stevens. If she becomes highly aroused then it backs up my client’s story. If not, then we are willing to accept that she did not intend to be bound that day.”
Alright, this was it. I just had to lie here and stay calm. That couldn’t be so hard. I did certainly feel a complicated mess of emotions that day, but arousal? That surely hadn’t been part of it .... I think.
I shook my head. Focus. Just breathe. Remember your meditation. Endure the position and wait for them to get bored.
My body suddenly jerked. “Mmmgghhh!”
Something was happening to my lower half. It reminded me of the mobile phone that day. There was an intense vibration building between my legs. It was the small object Lydia left there!
I was sweating bullets. This tiny thing was relentless. I couldn’t hear a single sound from it, but I absolutely felt it. No-one else had any clue it was there.
“Mhhhhh.... mhhhhh~~”
It pulsed between soft and strong. I felt a heat in my face and in my gut. I couldn’t stay still.
“Hhhhhhhh~”
My hips pumped and rubbed against the table. I needed to dislodge and shake it off. Or push against it and let it finish me. Anything other than letting this keep going!
It seemed to hear my plea. The shaking intensified. It was growing... growing... I was quivering. I almost forgot others were around. No. I needed to resist this. Don't let it... let it... oh no...
“MMMMGHHHH~~~!!!”
A long low moan emitted from behind my gag. My body tensed and quivered for a long time.
Finally the vibration stopped. I slumped back down, resting onto a wet patch on the table beneath me
The technician was blushing heavily as he showed the tablet to the judge and lawyers. They barely looked. No-one needed to see the readings to understand what just happened.
Judge Cassidy cleared her throat. “Bailiff, please untie Miss Stevens. We’ve seen enough now.”
With a pair of scissors, the bailiff snipped through the tape holding me in the hogtie. Then he sat me up and started working on the tape around my arms.
I was sat facing out at the courtroom. Half of my shirt buttons had fallen open, enough for most of my red bra to poke out. Every eye was staring inwards at me. A group of burly men near the back looked like they were literally drooling.
My eyes dropped to avoid theirs, but on the way down met Lydia’s. She was glowing with malevolent satisfaction. She had a hand over her mouth, twitching as if doing her very best not to burst out laughing.
I saw red. Before I realised it, I had launched myself forward. Forgetting that I couldn’t run, couldn’t swing an arm, couldn’t speak a word. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to pummel the women who had ruined everything for me twice over.
The bailiff had a hand on me before I could even reach her table.
CLACK CLACK CLACK!
“Unbelievable. Even heavily restrained and silenced you’re still a disruption. That was your final warning Miss Stevens. I find you in contempt of court. Since physical restraint is clearly a necessity with you, Bailiff, fetch the official court restraints for her. Once you’re finished, have her removed.”
The court officer stared at his phone, leaning against the wall. Once he was confident I wasn’t going to try to run, he’d stopped paying attention to me. Everyone else passing through the court lobby however was certainly paying attention. I’d expected the ejection to be into some private room, not the most public spot in the whole building.
The main component of the court restraints was a bolero straitjacket that held my arms in a tight boxtie behind my back. My ankles were in leather cuffs connected by a very short chain.
My mouth was covered by a panel gag with a shallow rectangular protrusion on the inside. Rather than remove the stress ball from my mouth, not to mention the dirty panties behind it, the bailiff left them in and just shoved the panel gag until he could get its strap closed.
Most of the tape had been removed, but he got tired of pulling it off, so I still had small patches of tape left stuck all over my arms and legs. My knees still had a good two loops that kept me from being able to stretch them outwards for relief.
The courtroom doors beside us finally opened. Attendants exited, but not without getting a good look at my helpless situation on their way by. Mr Hammond walked out, glanced around and spotted me.
“There you are Nina. The trial just ended. I have good news and bad news. The good news is the judge made her final decision, so we won’t have to come back and continue this tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be glad to have it all behind you.”
I wasn’t sure that particularly qualified as ‘good’ considering everything else that happened, but since I was very eager to have my bondage removed as soon as possible, I’d take it.
“The bad news is… you lost. Miss Mayfair was exonerated of all charges.”
“WHHH!”
“Mhm I’m afraid so. The other bad news is you’ve been ordered to cover the cost of Lydia’s legal fees. Knowing the firm she hired, it’s probably a lot. The other... other bad news is the judge decided that as punishment for your contempt of court, you are to be detained in the courthouse’s holding cell for 24 hours. Starting immediately.”
“Whhh? P… phhmhh dhh smmthhmm!!”
“Sorry there’s nothing I can do. I don’t think you're going to be untied or ungagged either. I’m not sure if the judge actually intended for you to remain bound the whole time, but unless explicitly instructed, the officers won’t risk undoing anything a judge has requested. Like restraints.”
“Phhmhhh! Thh jhhdhh! Ghh thh jhhdhh!”
“I’m not quite sure what you’re trying to saying. Look my advice is to just keep your head down and wait it out. I’m sure you’ll be fine. As long as they don’t lock up anyone else with you anyway. Like that uncouth group of thugs at the back of the courtroom during our trial. Their trial just started a few minutes ago.”
Perfectly on cue, a loud crashing sound came from that very courtroom behind us. Followed by lots of people yelling loudly and furious gavel hammering.
“Uhh doesn’t sound too promising on that front. Well, I suppose this is where I leave you. I’ll send you the bill in the mail. Good luck Nina.”
“Yhhh thh wsssh lhhwhh ahvr!!”
He left me. Alone. Or so I thought, until I saw the person waiting patiently behind him: Lydia. Being left alone would have actually been much better.
“Hey there hotshot. You know, thanks to this ruling, you are officially in the court record as being a bondage slut!”
A flash of white blinded my eyes as Lydia took a photo with her phone.
“mhhh...”
“Don’t mind me, just getting a memento. I think I’ll send this pic around to everyone in the office. They’d love to see you like this again~. To be honest after today and all your clients abandoning you recently, I doubt you’ll have a job there much longer.”
“hmmmh...” I whined pathetically, begging for some slim chance of mercy.
“Aww are you upset?” She stepped close to me, caressing my face. The officer either didn’t notice didn’t or care.
“I can imagine why. That must have been incredibly embarrassing for you. Succumbing like that in front of alllll those people. Those brutes at the back seemed to get awfully worked up seeing you like that~. The judge was giving out her second warning to the lot of them just as I left. It’s a pity this courthouse only has one jail cell.”
Her hand slipped down and pushed between my legs. I had almost forgotten about the hard tiny object that was still down there.
“I’m sure you won’t be bored in any case. VondTec makes some amazing experimental stuff. I heard they started out under another name making bondage gear. For example, the world’s smallest, quietest, surprisingly-strong vibrator! That technician is a sweetheart really. He’s willing to sneak you some fun toys, if you ask him just the right way~”
She held up a small remote controller in her palm.
VV!
“Mmmh!!”
The tiny terror in me shook for just one second. One intense second to remind me just how bad it could get.
“Their toys’ remotes have great range too. I might test it out a few times over the next 24 hours.”
My brief moan had attracted the attention of my custodian, who finally noticed that my lawyer had left.
“Miss I’m going to have to ask you to move on. This lady needs to be taken down to the basement now.”
“Of course officer. If I may, it wouldn't hurt to tighten her restraints. I saw her trying to get loose.”
“MMMPH!”
“Thank you Miss. We’ll make sure she stays secure.”
More yelling and gaveling was heard from the courtroom.
“Sounds like you’re getting company real soon Nina. Have fun!”
Lydia waved as I was grabbed and turned. The short chain between my ankles forced me to walk in a humiliating tiny-step shuffle as I was marched down a dark corridor. Towards the longest night of my life.