Overtime

Emma Doe sighed when she had finally finished her report. This was the dark side of having a career: having to work overtime on a Saturday afternoon, when not even the cleaning personnel was in the house any longer. Well, Emma thought, a look on her paycheck would help as a compensation for hardly having a private life.
Being just 26, Emma had reached quite a good position in the company and so, she hardly complained about the hardships of work. Like the long hours she had to spend there, six, sometimes seven days a week. Or the fact that she had to work for Mr. Barnes, the senior CEO.
Barnes was someone for whom the „Metoo“-movement seemed to have been invented. He always seemed to undress his female employees with his eyes and he had more than once made some more or less ambiguous offers. Emma had refused and besides, Barnes seemed to prefer tall blondes with endless legs, hardly covered by their split skirts.
„At least, ugly ducklings like me can work without his hands on their butt!“
Emma was far from being ugly, but she wasn`t the typical cover girl. Most people considered her as „cute“ and usually, Emma liked what she saw when she looked at the mirror. Sometimes, however, she felt a little envy towards those who raised the attention of Mr. Barnes – and who miraculously got paid better and were offered more interesting projects.
„Roast in hell, Barnes!“, Emma said and raised her middle finger towards the closed door of the CEO`s office. Then, she gasped, because there had been a sound from behind the door. Now, she could see that the door was only ajar.
„Damned, I hope he hasn`t heard me!“
Emma`s first thought was to sneak away before Barnes would see her. But then, she decided to present him her finished project instead. Barnes was a creep, but he wasn`t a criminal and she would not die if he came too close whilst she talked to him. Perhaps, he would appreciate her work and she would get promoted without having to open her legs for him.
Another sound emerged from the office. It sounded somehow metallic and Emma frowned. Was Mr. Barnes trying to repair his armchair? Curious, she sneaked closer and peeped through the gap.
With relief, Emma noticed that it wasn`t Barnes, but the company`s janitor – a Mexican called Pedro or Pablo. Emma hardly knew him, but obviously, this man had to do some overtime, too.
Then, when she looked closer, Emma could see what he actually was doing. Behind Mr. Barnes`s desk, there was a cabinet with a mirror on the door that hid the CEO`s well-equipped house bar. As she could see now, it also contained a safe and Pedro or Pablo was just trying to open it.
„Perhaps, Mr. Barnes has just ordered him to work on this“, Emma thought, but then, the safe`s door sprang open and the man started to grab bundles of bank notes from it, throwing it into his tool box that stood on the desk. So, he was actually committing a robbery!
Emma knew she had to call the police and so, she rushed for the corridor and rummaged through her handbag, searching for her cell phone.
She had just finished typing the second number of „911“ when she felt a hard grip on her arm. Before she could do or say anything, a strong hand clamped her mouth shut.
„Mmmhhmmph!“
„I thought that this place was empty!“, Pedro or Pablo hissed with his strong Spanish accent. Without taking his hand from Emma`s mouth, he dragged her back into the office, kicking the door shut behind them. Then, he said:
„Will you do as I say or shall I add murder to my criminal record?“
Emma`s eyes widened and she let out a muffled scream, but when she looked at the knife in his hand, she nodded slightly. The man let her go, taking care he stood between her and the door. Now, she could see the sign on his janitor`s uniform, telling her that his name was indeed Pedro.
„P-Please d-d-don`t hurt me“, she stammered, shying away from him until her back touched the desk. Pedro smiled wolfishly.
„Well, Sweetie, I have no intention to do so – unless you force me. After all, I need a head start before someone notices what I have done!“
Emma trembled. This sounded as if Pedro intended to tie her up. No one would show up here until Monday morning, meaning she would be bound for more than 40 hours! She wanted to plead, but Pedro again spoke to her whilst he tested the blade of his vicious looking knife with his thumb:
„Maybe, you would like to get into something more comfortable before I truss you up?“
She stared at him, not knowing exactly what he meant by this. Pedro let his eyes wander over her formal business dress and she could see some greed in his eyes.
„I am not that good in English, but my suggestion was rather an order: strip!“
Emma shook her head no, almost leaning over the desk in her attempt to get as much distance between her and the man as possible. She looked at the door in panic, but she knew that he could hit her before she would even reach the door knob.
„Please, I know that you have to make sure that I can`t call the cops, but-“
He interrupted her by raising his left hand.
„Come on, you are not the first woman to got undressed in this room. After all, it was me who helped Mr. Barnes to design it, according to his – special wishes!“
Now, Emma noticed that Pedro, though he had a Spanish accent, didn`t sound like the typical immigrant. He seemed more educated, like he could do far more than just cleaning corridors and repairing doors. Obviously, he had not just decided to try his luck with the safe, but had planned this robbery meticulously instead. Perhaps, he had looked over Mr. Barnes`s shoulder when the CEO had opened the safe.
„Make him talk, buy yourself some time!“, Emma thought and so, she asked him:
„W-what are you talking about?“
As she had hoped, Pedro smiled and started to explain:
„Well, he made me install a little camera under his desk, so he could see what his female guests were wearing underneath their skirts.“
Emma suddenly felt a slight uneasiness when she remembered that she had sat opposite to Barnes for more than once, too.
„Then, as you may have noticed, the mirrored door of his cabinet is a one-sided mirror. There, he has got another camera to capture his sexual encounters here on this desk as a memory! Luckily, he has not recognized the additional camera I placed there, telling me the combination of his safe!“
All the time, Emma had desperately looked for the door and hoped that someone, even Mr. Barnes, would come up and rescue her. But instead, Pedro now once again raised his knife.
„Now, strip for me, Sweetie! Take your time, but do it now! Maybe, this will help you to get into the right mood!“
He took his cell phone from his pocket and, without either lowering the knife or taking his eyes from Emma, he started a slow Jazz theme. Then, he looked at her with an affirmative smile.
Again, Emma shook her head, but she knew that this would only buy her a few seconds and besides, she was afraid what Pedro would do if he became angry. Slowly, she took off her jacket, placing it on the desk. Then, she removed her shoes. Until now, he had not seen anything he hadn`t seen before.
„Get on, please!“
With an expression of sheer horror on her face, Emma began to unbutton her blouse. It was an opaque white one, almost a bit prudish, but underneath, she was wearing a light blue lacy bra that now became visible more and more. Pedro raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly.
„Well, it seems your body keeps everything the first sight promises. You are a 36C, aren`t you?“
He asked so conversationally, as if they were on a party and he had just asked her whether she preferred red or white wine. However, when Emma didn`t react, his eyes narrowed and he said in a sharp tone:
„I asked you a question, Sweetie!“
„Y-yes, you g-guessed right“, Emma breathed, blushing all over. She had now opened the last button and had pulled her blouse from her skirt. When she had taken it off and placed it on the desk, she reflexively crossed her arms in front of her bra-clad breasts, but Pedro shook his head.
„There is no need to hide anything, you are really quite a sight. But now, get on with your skirt!“
Reluctantly, Emma opened the fly of her skirt, but when she wanted to pull it down, Pedro told her to put her hands behind her head and to shimmy it down by wriggling her hips.
The skirt was rather tight and so, it seemed to take an eternity until it fell to the floor. Emma knew how her boobs were shaking and how licentious she looked during her involuntary dance. When she had stepped out of her crumpled skirt, Emma was blushing deep.
„A rhapsody in red, so to say“, Pedro said, looking at her red hair, now matching her reddened cheeks. Then, his eyes wandered further down.
„But speaking of colors, shouldn`t bra and panties usually match?“
Through her black pantyhose, Pedro could see the white triangle of Emma`s white panties. She usually did take care of such things, but since she had expected only to spend time at the office, she had put on a pair of plain ones. She covered her middle with one hand, but he forced her to remove the pantyhose instead. Now, only dressed in her bra and panties, Emma waited that he would tie her up and leave, but he just said:
„Who told you to stop?“
There was no one to help, just this thug with his knife and so, Emma unhooked her bra, trying to cover her breasts when she took it off. Pedro smiled.
„Put your hands on your hips!“
She obeyed and he watched her boobs for what seemed several minutes. Then, he ordered her to pull down her panties.
„Please, I-“
But he was relentless and so, she removed the last garment she was wearing. Again, he forced her to put her hands on her hips, standing in front of him in full display.
„So, you are a natural redhead. In my country, they say: the more rusty the roof, the wetter the cellar!“
Emma knew this saying, like most redheads did, but now, she was just trembling, fearing the man would now open his trousers and throw himself upon her. However, he ordered her to turn around and put her hands on her back, palm to palm.
He reached for his tool box and a few seconds later, Emma could hear the sound of tearing duct tape. He tied her wrists, pulling the tape tight. Emma gasped, but Pedro enforced the tie with a cable tie that he could pull very tight, since her skin was upholstered by the tape. To further ensure the girl`s helplessness, he then wrapped her fingers with the tape, too.
„Ouch, that hurts!“, Emma protested when he pressed her elbows together, wrapping tape around them and securing it with another cable tie, too.
„I know, Sweetie, but the side effect is worth the pain!“
Surprisingly gently, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the mirror. Emma now could see what he meant and she shuddered from embarrassment: the elbow tie forced her to thrust out her breasts that now seemed even bigger. Pedro caressed her shoulders, then, his fingers slid down, touching her boobs.
„Please, no!“
Indeed, Pedro took off his hands, starting on her legs instead. Again, he first wrapped tape around her legs a few inches below her crotch, above and below her knees and at her ankles. Every tie was secured by cable ties he pulled so tight that Emma had severe problems to keep balance. Finally, Pedro grabbed her hips and sat her on the desk, then, he took another narrow tape and tied her big toes together. Even that was secured by another cable tie, rendering her absolutely helpless. Even a potential rescuer would not have been able to untie her without a knife.
Pedro now went for the safe and took out three transparent plastic bags, like the evidence bags the police had in use.
„Have you seen what this old pervert is keeping in there, Sweetie? I am sure that these have once belonged to his secretaries – or someone very keen on a promotion!“
He held one of the bags to Emma`s face and she could see it contained a black thong. Pedro opened the bag and sniffed.
„I have to admit, this is indeed a lovely fragrance!“
He held the open bag to Emma`s face. When she tried to turn her head, he grabbed her scalp, forcing her to sniff on the panties, too. Her nose cringed when she noticed a mixture of perfume – she guessed that it was that of Andrea, the former secretary of her CEO - , sweat and the specific odor of female arousal.
He forced her to smell the other two pairs, a lacy red one and another thong, dark blue and so skimpy it could have hardly covered the palm of a hand. Pedro put them on the desk, side by side, before rummaging through his tool box again.
Emma frowned when he produced a small sponge and began draping two of the panties around it, turning the inside out before he did so. Finally, he had a silky ball the size of a tennis ball in his hands.
Suddenly, Emma could guess what he had in mind, but before she could try to duck, he had again grabbed her hair and painfully pulled back her head.
„Aaauuhhmmphh!“
When Emma opened her mouth to scream, she could feel him stuffing something between her lips. Then, recognizing what it was, she tried to fight it, but bound as she was and with the pain in her hair, all she could do was trying to push against the intruding mass of cloth with her tongue.
Pedro did nothing fast. Millimeter after millimeter, he pushed the gag further, enjoying Emma`s futile struggles and her desperate moans. The gag filled her oral cavity, made her cheeks bulge and touched the back of her throat. She could taste something bitter and now, grunts of disgust mixed with her fearful mewing.
„Mmhhrrrrrrmm! Uhhmmm! Mph!“
Finally, he had pushed the gag in as far as it would go and now, Pedro once more reached for his knife.
„Don`t dare to spit this out, Sweetie! Now, we will wait until your gag is soaked with your saliva and then, we will finish off your gag!“
Watching her with gleeful eyes, he stood opposite the bound and gagged girl. Any time it just looked as if she tried to work the vile tasting gag from her mouth, he waved his knife. Emma tried to cope with having her mouth stuffed full like this. She now could taste the used panties even more and when she finally had to swallow some saliva that ran down her throat, filtered by the underwear of two other women, she retched with disgust and her eyes twisted.
After a while, Pedro reached for his roll of tape. Then, he pushed the gag that had come out a little back into Emma`s mouth. She moaned with protest, but then, she could feel the touch of the knife`s top under her chin.
„Now, bite down as hard as you can, Sweetie!“
He gently poked her with the knife, not really hurting her, but convincing her to obey his order. Now, the gagging material was compressed even tighter and Emma could only make some small throaty sounds. More saliva ran down her throat and a few drops also ran down from her lips. When she could not close her mouth any further, Pedro began wrapping the tape around her lower face. He started by pulling the tape between her lips, then, after some rounds, he also covered her face from nose to chin. He pulled the tape excruciatingly tight and when, after some 50 rounds, he finally was finished, Emma found out she could not move her jaw at all.
„Uuuuhhmmmm!“, she whimpered, surprised by how faint her protests had become. However, Pedro wasn`t finished.
Now, he took the third pair of panties and pulled it over Emma`s head, taking care the crotch part covered her nose. He secured it there with another cable tie and then ten more rounds of tape, forcing his captive to smell the specific odor on every breath she took.
„Believe me, Sweetie, what I have to do now is necessary, but I don`t like to do it!“
He reached for her nipples and squeezed them, causing Emma to rear up and to scream with pain through her mouth filling gag. He repeated this torture several times before he nodded.
„Now, you can`t make a sound worth mentioning!“
He kept his hands on her breasts, but now, he was fondling them gently, as if to apologize for the rough treatment before. Emma squirmed and moaned with uneasiness, but he took his time and kneaded her boobs. He even kissed her nipples, playing with them by using his tongue and teeth.
„I knew that you are not made of ice!“
Emma could see that her body had betrayed her, since now, her nipples were hard and erect. Sure, this war just a reaction to her fear, the girl thought when Pedro suddenly grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
Emma tried to flail when he carried her through the corridors, then, she saw that he had entered the restroom where he quite unceremoniously placed her on one of the toilet seats.
„Last chance, Sweetie! It`s quite a long time until Monday morning!“
Emma stared at him through the leg openings of the panties covering her head. Did he really expect her to-
Pedro looked down at the naked, bound and gagged girl and waited. But even under the best circumstances, Emma could not relieve herself if someone was watching. And these definitely were not the best circumstances. Vigorously, she shook her head.
„Let`s hope you won`t regret that“, Pedro said and carried her back to Mr. Barnes`s office. Putting her on the carpet, he began to empty the cabinet. Taking two bottles of good liquor for himself, he put the rest of it`s content into the other cupboards, even removing the boards. Then, he took from his tool box a few straps and an electric screwdriver and began to screw some of these straps to the back wall, where the cabinet was fixed to the outer wall.
„Just to prevent you from toppling over!“
Emma squirmed in vain when he carried her over and pushed her inside the cabinet that barely could fit her. She felt the side walls at her hips and shoulders and now, the straps came into use. They were all screwed to one side and now, Pedro took them one by one and fixed them to the other side, pulling them tight to keep Emma in place. The straps were made of strong nylon and Pedro used long thick screws to ensure she would never get loose, no matter how hard she tried. One strap went over her lower legs, the next over her thighs. A third pressed against her belly, number four went directly under her breasts and the fifth went over her neck. This one, Pedro did not pull as tight as the others, but Emma could feel the pressure on her throat whenever she took a breath.
The last strap went over her forehead, pressing her head against the cabinet`s wall and preventing her from lowering her head or turning it to the side.
When Pedro watched her, Emma found out that now, she could only flatter with her unbound toes, cringe her nose or squirm a bit. Her arms, already feeling numb from the rigid ties, were trapped between her back and the wall and she knew that her position would soon turn from uncomfortable to torturous.
Pedro, however wanted to make sure. This time, he did not hurt her. He did worse. He let his fingers run over her sides and Emma, who was very ticklish, squirmed helplessly in her bonds the little she could, mewing through her gag and gasping for air.
„Just two more things and then, you can enjoy a quiet weekend!“, he said when he finally let her go. Now covered with sweat, Emma looked at him in sheer panic.
Again, he began to caress her boobs and again, after a while, she responded. Once her nipples were hard and erect, he reached for his tool box.
„Uuhhmmmmm!“
Emma moaned with protest when he placed the two clothpins on her nipples. Pedro laughed, then, he took Emma`s cell phone and shoved it between her legs. Since she was so tightly tied, it was not easy to get it there, nor was it conductive to her sense of modesty. But finally, the cell phone rested between her thighs, pushing against her most intimate parts.
„I put it on silent alarm, Sweetie! Every hour, it will vibrate for five minutes. Just to help you pass the time!“
„Mhhrrrrmmmm!“
He took his own cell phone and took a photo of his helpless naked captive. Then, he closed the cabinet`s door. First, Emma was wondering why she still could see him, but then, she remembered the one-sided mirror. She could see Pedro pack his belongings into his tool-box. Then, after waving a last goodbye to her, he left.
Emma struggled with her bonds with all her might, but when exhaustion forced her to stop, she had not loosened a single round of tape. She screamed and screamed, but her faint moans only echoed through her tina prison.
Panting, Emma looked at the digital watch on Mr. Barnes`s desk. It showed 4:30 p. m.. Not before 8:30 a. m. on Monday, someone would enter this room. And then, another thought haunted her mind: she should have accepted the man`s offer to let her pee!

***

One day previous, Emma would have thought that time passed extremely slowly when she was working at her desk. But now, the clock and Barnes`s desk proved to be much, much worse. The minutes crawled like an asthmatic snail. After just one hour since Pedro had left, Emma was sure she could not stand it any longer. She hurt from the top of her head, where a taut nylon strap held her head to the backside of the cabinet she was locked in, to the tips of her toes that were tied together by tape plus a cable tie, making it impossible to move them.
In between, things hurt, too. Her shoulders were aflame from the strenuous position her elbow ties forced her to keep, her nipples tingled painfully from the clothpins attached to them and her whole body ached from the stringent ties. Her face was numb from being gagged so thoroughly – her mouth stuffed to the bursting by a sponge wrapped in two used panties, then wrapped with copious amounts of tape. And above all, a desperate and still growing urge to pee was torturing her.
„Only 38 hours to go“, she thought and had almost started a hysterical giggle.
WRRRRRRR!
Emma had nearly lost control over her bladder when her cell phone, shoved between her thighs, started to vibrate again. It did not hurt, nor was it stimulating, but it was very, very irritating and added to her helplessness. The only good thing was that once it stopped, she knew that another five minutes had passed.
„Mmhhrrrrmmmmm!“
Her muffled cry died away, like the many others she had uttered before. In a movie, she would have fainted, but her body had denied her that temporary escape so far. Then, Emma heard a sound. The promising sound of voices and approaching steps.
„Uuhhhhmmm!“
She knew, anyone entering the office and opening the cabinet would see her stark naked, but that price, Emma was willingly to pay, just to become free. Now, someone slammed against the door. For a few terrible second, she thought that Pedro had locked the door and she would have to remain bound and gagged with rescue so close, but then, the door opened.
It was Mr. Barnes, and he wasn`t alone. Together with him was Myra, his secretary/personal assistant/bimbo. If Barnes was an archetypal boss the Metoo activists complained about, then Myra was an archetypal dumb blonde. Standing 5`8``, she had long, shapely legs and a firm butt and usually walked in a way as if she had forgotten to take out her vibrator. Her breasts were big and firm and the cascade of blonde curls caressed her pretty, albeit a bit shallow face.
Though this added to her humiliation to be found by these two, Emma once more moaned through her gag, but the two were not in the condition to take care of the outer world. Barnes was trying to get Myra out of her skimpy dress, breathing like a bull in the progress, and Myra was encouraging him by giggling and sighing. They easily overtoned the gagged girl. Then, a frustrated Emma looked directly into Myra`s blue eyes. She was leaning over the desk, with Barnes standing behind her, kneading her boobs. Myra moaned with lust – or at least pretended to feel lust – and she seemed to check herself in the mirror. Then, the phone rang.
With a curse, Barnes stopped his action and reached for his cell phone. He seemed indignant, but then, he became more and more polite, almost devote. Obviously, some important business partner had dared to phone him at the weekend.
„Sorry, Baby, but this is big business! I will have to go and take care of this, but I will be back in less than an hour! Don`t walk away!“, Barnes hastily said after he had finished the call. He rushed out of the office, not listening to Myra`s
„Keep this energy, Tiger!“
Then, the blonde once again positioned herself in front of the mirror, re-arranging her hair in a way it looked disheveled, but in a sexy way. Now, with no one talking any longer, Emma once more screamed into her gag.
She could see Myra frown and look for the source of the strange humming sound. Again, Emma moaned. Under other circumstances, she would have laughed when she saw the blonde looking anywhere but inside the cabinet. Obviously, being smart was not one of her skills. Emma was nearly hoarse from yelling into the dense packing in her mouth when Myra finally opened the door.
„Oh! My! God!“
„Mmhhmmm!“
Again, Myra proved that she was not quite close related to Einstein. She bombarded the bound and gagged Emma with questions like „Who are you?“ (in a big company like this, hardly anyone knew all employees, and with her head covered with half a roll of duct tape plus a pair of panties, Emma wasn`t that recognizable anyway) or „Who did this to you?“. It took Myra a while till she realized that Emma could not give the demanded answers.
„Shall I free you?“
„Mmhhmmm!“
Emma glanced at her, trying to nod emphatically. Myra started to examine her bonds, unwilling to touch the naked, sweat-clad body.
„Oh my god, where shall I start?“
„Just start anywhere you want, but do it quick, otherwise, I will pee over your Manolo Blahneks!“, Emma thought with rage, squirming in her bonds.
Now, Myra seemed to force herself to concentrate and at least, she plucked the clothpins from Emma`s nipples.
„There! Isn`t that better?“
„Mmhhmmmm!“
„Oh yes, of course!“
Myra began to pluck and pull on the straps holding Emma, only to find out that they were screwed to the wall and she could not remove it. She started to pull the tape from Emma`s mouth, but stopped after she realized that with her head pressed against the wall, she would not be able to unwind the tape. With a puzzled expression on her face, she at least pulled the cell phone that had just started to vibrate again from between Emma`s thighs.
„Don`t look at me like that, this has not been my kinky idea!“, Emma thought. Then, she cringed and pressed her thighs together. The urge to pee now had become overwhelming.
„Are you trying to tell me something?“
It was a bit like in the old serials, when Lassie was barking or whimpering, trying to tell the ranger that Timmy had fallen into a well once again. But finally, even Myra could get the right conclusions from Emma`s strained look, her reddened cheeks and her squeezing her thighs together.
„So, you – you have to go?“
„Uuhhmmm!“
Emma twisted her eyes, again trying to nod. She was blushing all over from embarrassment, but nature was calling very loud now.
Myra now outgrew herself in finding a solution. Rummaging through the room, she found where Pedro had deposited the original content of the cabinet and finally produced a carafe with a conical opening, almost like a funnel. Emma could not believe her eyes when Myra approached.
„Mmhhmm?“
„I – I can`t get you over to the bathroom!“
Now, Myra was blushing, too, but she pushed the carafe’s opening between Emma`s legs, careful not to touch her there. Then, she turned her head to the side.
Emma still felt embarrassed and her sense of modesty was fighting her body`s needs with all might. After a while, Myra asked:
„Are you okay? Shall I turn on the tap or something like that?“
„No, you should call for Barnes and then, you could whistle a melody for me!“, Emma thought angrily. But however, this little outburst of rage had brought her over the edge.
Relief, sweet relief! With a deep groan, Emma finally could pee. The carafe filled with a splashing sound and Myra even made a comment about whether Emma had drunk a gallon of tea, but finally, she was done and feeling much better now, though she still was naked, bound and gagged and waiting for Barnes to come back and see her like this at any moment.
„Perhaps, I should put this into his Whiskey“, Myra said giggling, swiveling the carafe. Emma let out an indignant grunt.
„Oh, I am not sleeping with him because he is the man of my dreams! It`s all about the money, Honey! By the way, what brought you here?“
„Mmhhmph!“
„Oh, of course, sorry, dear!“
„Myra, are you okay? Mr. Kobayashi and I are coming!“
Obviously, Barnes was trying to warn Myra he was not alone, just in case his secretary was expecting him naked and draped over his desk. A minute later, Barnes entered his office, accompanied by a man that looked Asian, obviously a Japanese.
„Oh! My! God!“
„Well, you promised me a surprise, Archibald-San!“, the Japanese said, his face showing just a slight expression of amazement at the sight of the naked, bound and gagged woman in front of him.
However, Barnes was not an idiot and within a few seconds, he had realized what had happened.
„Someone has broken into my office and it seems that Miss Doe got into his way! He left her like this, but I am afraid my safe has been emptied!“
„How – convenient“, Kobayashi answered. Unlike Barnes, who seemed to have forgotten about Emma, he was looking at her with a strange glance in his eyes. Emma now felt very naked and vulnerable.
„Ataru-San, you sure don`t believe I arranged all that in an attempt not to pay you? Just wait until Monday, then I will get money from the bank and pay you off.“
Now, a shiver ran down Emma`s spine. Obviously, this Japanese expected to be paid in cash. And this could only mean that this payment was part of a more or less illegal transaction, for otherwise Barnes would have transferred the money.
„Archibald-San, you know that I can`t wait that long! My plane is leaving tomorrow morning!“
„Mmhhmmmph!“
Emma tried to remain the two men that there were more important things to be done – like freeing her, or calling the police, for example. Barnes turned to her, an angry expression on his face.
„Oh, shut up! We have some business to do!“
Emma fell silent and Myra let out a surprised gasp. In the presence of women, Barnes usually never let himself go like that. Kobayashi, however, seemed almost amused by the whole situation. Looking at Emma, he said:
„Your female employees are all quite pretty, Archibald-San!“
He slightly bowed towards Emma, then Myra, who giggled nervously and even dropped a curtsey. Now, Kobayashi let his eyes wander over Emma`s forms, making her shiver with uneasiness.
„I am a man susceptible for beauty, Archibald-San!“
Barnes looked at him.
„You – you mean-“
Kobayashi answered in Japanese and to the surprise of both Myra and Emma, Barnes seemed to be quite fluent in this language, too. None of them spoke more than a few words like „Konnichi wa“ or „Domo arigato“, but they could say that Kobayashi was suggesting something that Barnes was reluctant about. Then, it seemed that they were negotiating, with Kobayashi being friendly, but determined and Barnes obviously trying to get the most out of a situation that went bad for him. However, there was another aspect that concerned Emma: the way both men repeatedly looked at her and Myra.
Finally, both men seemed to have come to an arrangement, for they shook hands. Barnes was smiling a bit harrowed, but then, he turned to the two women.
„Myra, Miss Doe, I am glad to tell you that Mr. Kobayashi is a man of great generosity. Generous in accepting some – hardships and in accepting – well, alternatives!“
„Mhhrrrrrrrr! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mph!“
Screaming into her gag and pulling on her unyielding bonds like mad, Emma tried to break free or at least to warn Myra, who hadn`t understood what Barnes was talking about yet. Kobayashi showed her an appreciative smile and said:
„So, it seems to be true what they say about blondes, Myra-San. What your colleague is trying to tell you is that you and her will go on a long and interesting journey.“
Still, Myra didn`t get it and Barnes said, almost apologetically:
„She`s not the brightest candle in the candelabra, but she has other qualities!“
„Hey!“
Now, Myra at least got that Barnes and Kobayashi were considering her as dumb, but she still did not see the elephant in the room: that Barnes had just sold her and Emma to his Japanese business partner.
„Well, I think she will be ideal for my uncle. He always says, that a women doesn`t have to be smart, for he is smart himself. He wants them to be young and pretty, for that is what he lacks!“
Both men laughed and now, Myra seemed to get an idea that these two men were not the best company. Turning towards the open door, she said nervously:
„Will you please excuse me for a minute? I – I have to powder my nose!“
„Oh, please, stay, Myra-San!“
Kobayashi remained calm and friendly, but he had grabbed Myra`s arm and from the expression on her face, Emma could say his grip was vice.
„You – you are hurting me, Sir!“, Myra complained, her voice now a bit shrill from upcoming concern and fear.
„If you call this pain, you will have a lot to learn“, Kobayashi said, forcing her arm on her back and then bringing her to her knees. Myra now panicked, screaming for help and trying to get out of his grip. Kobayashi, who seemed like he did need no strength at all to keep her down, said in a calm voice, but with a threatening undertone:
„Myra-San, there are only three people who can hear your screams. One who is thoroughly trussed up and helpless, one who doesn`t care – and one who will punish you severely if you don`t stop at once!“
He yanked her upper arm up a bit more and Myra`s cries died down or rather turned into a sobbing. Emma let out a squeal of sheer horror, but as Kobayashi had said, she was absolutely helpless.
„Archibald-San, would you mind fetching something to get Myra-San, well – ready for her trip?“
Seeming a bit nervous, Barnes nodded and disappeared through the door. Kobayashi pulled Myra to her feet and waited until the trembling woman was able to stand on her staggering legs. Then, he let go her arm. Myra massaged the part where he had grabbed her and looked at him with eyes full of fear and tears.
„Will you do as I say or do I have to persuade you to behave, Myra-San?“
„You-you are made! Completely insane!“, Myra blurted.
„Uuhhmmmmph!“, Emma chimed in with her. Kobayashi smiled – warm and friendly, not the polite and opaque smile Southeast Asians were known for.
„Am I mad because I accepted two pretty girls instead of the 250.000 Dollars your employer – or should I say former employer? - owes me? Well, maybe, but I say, it`s not about the money, but about the treasures you can get for it.“
„But – but, that`s criminal! You are – a kidnapper!“
„Oh, I am more than just that. But you may find out about that later. Now, I would like to find out what is under that flimsy bit of silk you are wearing!“
Pedro had had a knife, but Kobayashi did not even make a threatening gesture. However, Myra saw now point in being defiant. She stepped out of her shoes, carefully placing the expensive Manolos side by side. Then, she opened the zipper of her short dress and shimmied it down her shapely body. Now, both Emma and Kobayashi could see that Myra had been prepared for stripping in front of an interested viewer, though she sure had expected it to be a bit more consensual. Myra was wearing no bra and instead of pantyhose, she had put on a black garter belt and long black silk stockings. A matching pair of lacy panties barely covered her sex. When Kobayashi made her turn around, Emma could see a sapphire sparkling in her belly button.
„Wow, you really refuse to bow to gravity“, Kobayashi said, admiring Myra`s firm 34C breasts. Then, he made her take off her panties, but told her to leave on the garter belt and stockings. Myra obeyed, making no attempt to cover her charms.
„It seems that Archibald-San is taking some time. Time to play a little game, I would say. Myra-San, do you want to be free?“
Myra, unable to see the trap, nodded emphatically. Emma, of course, knew that this man had no intention to let her go. Besides from having accepted the blonde as payment, he could not risk her running to the police.
„Then, please, get down on your hands and knees, butt towards me.“
Again, Myra obeyed and Emma could see what she was thinking: that Kobayashi wanted to fuck her from behind as a reward for letting her go.
Indeed, the Japanese stepped behind her, but he kept his trousers closed. Instead, he pushed his hand between Myra`s legs. From her indignant gasp and her widened eyes, Emma could guess that he was cupping her pubic mound.
„Please, get over to your friend, Myra-San.“
Crawling on her hands and knees and directed by Kobayashi`s hand between her legs, Myra approached Emma who moaned when the blonde`s head was close to her middle – so close she could feel her warm breath on her pubic mound.
„Now, here`s the deal, Myra-San. You try to get Emma-San to heaven. The same time, I am trying the same on you. If you are first, you are free. If I win – well, Japan is nice in fall!“
Both Emma and Myra understood what Kobayashi meant by „getting to heaven“: he wanted Myra to make Emma orgasm whilst he tried to get her to climax with his hand. Emma screamed with disgust and squirmed in her bonds and Myra shook her head and tried to get up. Kobayashi grabbed her blonde curls and pressed her face into Emma`s pussy.
„Sorry, Myra-San, but quitting the game is not an option!“
Emma could feel the vibrations as Myra screamed into her pubic mound. However, with Kobayashi holding her in his iron grip, Myra could not get away from the other woman. And Emma could also watch with horror that the Japanese, who was looking at her with an enigmatic smile, had started to massage the blonde. Myra squirmed and flailed a bit, but then, she started something else.
„Uuhhmmm! Nnnngggg!“
Emma bucked when she felt Myra`s lips on her labia, then her tongue. She had never been kissed there by another woman and she definitely didn`t want it to happen! But it did happen, and there was little she could do to prevent it. Of course, she squeezed her thighs together and they were stringently bound anyway. But Myra sure could reach some of the hot spots if she really tried – what she did with growing enthusiasm.
The same time, her resistance became weaker. To Emma`s dismay, the blonde now moved her hips rhythmically, responding to whatever the man`s hand was doing to her. She let out moans and sighs of pleasure now and more than once, she gasped into Emma`s pussy or even bit into her pubic hair to oppress a cry.
„Wow, this guy really knows what he is doing, he – oowww!“
Now, Emma felt a warm, pleasant tingle build up in her loins and though she could not believe it, she saw that her body was reacting to the enforced caresses.
„No, I must fight this, no, I-“
Kobayashi, who had seen her growing arousal, smiled at her and Emma closed her eyes. This turned out to be a bad idea, though. Unable to see, the intimate massage and kissing felt even more intense. But Emma did not open her eyes, instead, she let out some of the tension with a throaty groan.
Relaxation! How good it felt to relax, to leave the horrors of reality, to lean back and enjoy the pleasures of-
„Aaaaahhh! Hhhrrrmmmmm! Uuuuuuhhh! Oohhh!“
It took some time until Emma realized that Myra had stopped and was just panting, moaning and screaming into her lap. Obviously, Kobayashi had won the game.
The man held Myra`s face pressed into Emma`s now wet middle until the last spasm of the blonde`s orgasm had abated. Then, he let her go, allowing her to sink to the carpet. Emma could see her hard and erect nipples when her bust was heaving. Myra was covered with a fine sheath of perspiration and her cheeks and cleavage were reddened. She was keeping her legs slightly open and Emma could see that her sex was swollen and wet. With a blush, she realized that she was little better off.
As on keyword, Barnes now entered the office, carrying a bag in one hand and some coats over his other arm. His jaw dropped as he looked at the naked Myra lying on his carpet, making no attempt to cover herself and obviously totally exhausted.
„We have become a little more acquainted during your absence, Archibald-San“, Kobayashi said. Then, forgetting his good manners for the moment, he licked his fingers with relish.
After that, however, he was all matter-of-fact when it came to bind and gag Myra who was still too weak to offer resistance.
„Luckily, you found this long rope, Archibald-San. It`s not real hemp, but I think I can give you at least a glimpse of the fine art of Shibari!“
Emma knew that „Shibari“ or „Hojojutsu“ was a Japanese technique of tying someone up. She had seen some pictures in the internet, but now, she got a live show directly in front of her.
Kobayashi told Myra to stay still and put the rope that was some 30 feet in length, around her neck from the front. He evened the ends, then, he made a knot into the rope, forming a noose around Myra`s neck. The blonde gasped, but it was tied so wide it didn`t hinder her breathing. Emma guessed that she even could get this noose over her head if she tried.
Kobayashi took the long ends and tied more ropes in it. One was a few inches below her breasts, the third about halfway between her belly button and her clit. A fourth and a fifth followed, dangling around her legs at her upper thighs and slightly above her knees.
Now, Kobayashi gently reached between Myra`s legs from behind, grabbed the rope`s ends and pulled them upwards until he could thread them through her neck rope, right at her nape. Then, he pulled the slack out.
Emma watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the rope tightened between Myra`s legs, pressing against her pubic mound and searching for a way between her labia. However, Kobayashi did not pull this rope too tight. Instead, he pushed the two ends through the ropes between her boobs. When he brought them back behind her, Emma could see that the parallel strings had opened to a diamond shape. Kobayashi pulled the slack out and made sure that Myra`s breasts were squeezed by that rope bra. Also, he took care that everything looked symmetric. Then, he repeated the task with the ropes between knot number two and three.
Another rope diamond appeared, framing Myra`s belly button in the middle. This had two side effects: the whole rope harness now had tightened and the ropes had slid between the blonde`s labia. Besides, the fourth knot now was placed exactly over her clit. Though Emma could not see it, she was sure that number five was nested somewhere between her buttocks now.
Myra squirmed in this harness, obviously not sure whether this was torture or a strange kind of foreplay. Kobayashi, however, now brought the ends through her neck noose once more. Then, he folded Myra`s arms in her nape and tied them off there. It was an inconvenient position and Myra protested when her fingers pointed up in the air, touching the back of her head.
Kobayashi now turned the blonde around that Emma could see what he was doing. He used the remaining rope to tie Myra`s elbows together and then tie the rope off to where the knot emerged between her buttocks. This added more pressure to all ropes – pressure that would be worse when Myra tried to move even the slightest bit.
The girl tried to say something, but Kobayashi put a finger on her lips.
„I haven`t forgotten about your gag, no hurry, dear!“
He rummaged through the bag Barnes had brought him, but then, his eyes fell on a little bust on the desk. It showed Julius Caesar and Pedro had, as a last mocking, draped Emma`s white fullback panties over it.
„Perfect!“
Except for an occasional gurgling, Myra offered no resistance when Kobayashi stuffed the mass of cloth deep into her mouth. She just looked at Emma, as if she wanted to ask her why she had to wear such substantial underwear instead of a thong.
Using a roll of black tape, he wrapped her lower head until the roll was used up. Then, he gave Myra`s crotch rope a hard yank.
„Mmmhrrrrrmmmm!“
„Gag is good enough, I think!“
Using another roll of tape, he wrapped Myra`s fingers and tied her legs together, right above her knees. Then, to both Myra`s and Emma`s astonishment, he put her shoes back on.
„We can use the lift from this office to the underground car park, but there are a few yards from the lift to my car. So, we have to disguise you a bit.“
Having said so, he took another, flesh colored roll of tape and wrapped it over Myra`s mouth. Then, he took her lipstick and painted a pair of lips on it.
„From the distance, it will work!“
He put a silk scarf over her hair, like an old woman would have worn it, and tied the ends tightly under Myra`s chin. Then, he placed a pair of sunglasses on her nose and put one of the cloaks over her, hiding her bonds. When he had closed the buttons, he even put the sleeves’ ends into the pockets.
„Archibald-San, a hand, please!“
Grabbing the slightly squirming Myra by her arms, they guided her through the door and towards the lift. Frantically, Emma once more fought her bonds, but to no avail. In helpless horror, she waited until the two men came back. Kobayashi now held a pocket knife in his hand.
„Unfortunately, I have got only a two-seater. After all, I had expected Archibald-San to pay me in money, not girls. However, I am afraid that I have to make sure you are fitting into my boot.“
Ignoring Emma`s muffled protests, he cut the straps holding her inside the cabinet. Emma fell, but he kept her in his arms, carefully lowering her to the ground. Then, he took yet another roll of tape and quickly, he fixed her into a ball position, pressing her forehead against her knees, her heels into her buttocks and her bound arms against her body. When he was finished, Emma was completely immobilized.
Like that, they carried her to the lift and brought her to the underground car park. Her vague hope that someone would see her in her naked, bound and gagged predicament was futile and soon, she found herself stuffed inside the tiny boot of Kobayashi`s roadster. It had tinted windows and so, she only got a glimpse of a figure sitting on the side seat, obviously the equally helpless Myra.
Before he closed the lid, Kobayashi said:
„The trip will be a few hours, I am afraid. But I will get to the next adult shop and get a vibrator for each of you, just to pass the time. How does that sound?“
Not waiting for an answer, he closed the lid and some seconds later, the car started, driving off Emma and Myra to an unknown fate.

The End