From outside, the offices of FutureHome Enterprises were dark and silent, now closed for the weekend with its staff having gone home. There was not even any cleaning staff on-site to help keep the building in order; a contract dispute meant that the company had been going without for the past two weeks. No one had any reason to be there, nor any desire to spend their off-days working even if they did.

Which meant that for Sakura Minamoto and Bethany Shaw, any hope of a timely rescue was looking increasingly futile…

“MMMPPPGGGHHH!”

“Mmmppgghh, mmmpppggghhh!”

Their helpless screams rendered feeble by the tight cleave gags drawn between their lips, the two beautiful accountants kept struggling, tall leather boots squeaking as they writhed in their bondage. Honesty, integrity and loyalty towards his staff might have been foreign concepts to Mr. Ryan, but he clearly knew his ropework, for in the several hours since he’d left the pair bound and gagged while he ran off with his embezzled funds, none of their struggles had proven anything else than futile. The ropes binding their wrists, ankles and thighs in front of them, as well as the additional coils encircling them around their waists and beneath their breasts to keep them pinned back-to-back against one another, none of them had loosened in the slightest despite all their efforts, and Sakura felt the first stirrings of panic come over her, brown eyes darting around the office for any means of escape. “Mmmppgghh…”

“Mmmppgggghhh!” Bethany cried out behind her, and Sakura craned her neck to see the beautiful blonde doing likewise, blue eyes ablaze with impotent anger. Like the Japanese woman, Bethany was dressed in a flattering blouse of white satin, mid-length black pencil skirt and sheer pantyhose, and Sakura could feel the frustration radiating off her best friend. Neither one of them had seen Ryan’s treachery until it was too late, and any pride they might have felt at uncovering his corruption did little to assuage their fears, or make their strict bondage any easier to endure. “MMMPPGGGHHH!” the blonde screamed once more, yet again defeated by the cleave gag, and her body went slack against Sakura’s, exhausted by the constant, futile struggle to escape.

Then came an odd scratching at the door to their shared office, and two pairs of frightened eyes turned towards the noise, hearts pounding fearfully at their breasts. “Are you sure the safe is in here?” an unfamiliar male voice demanded.

“Yeah, I’m sure of it. The way I hear, that old money-grubber Ryan’s got plenty of cash locked up in there, it’ll be an easy payday,” declared a second speaker. “You done picking that lock yet?”

“Nearly there. Just give me a minute.”

As if this night couldn’t get any worse! Sakura lamented inwardly, lithe body straining against her bondage, a moan of terror seeping through the gag. A pair of thieves brazen enough to break into their office would no doubt find a pair of bound and helpless beauties to be a prize worth taking advantage of, and the way their luck was going, to put their faith in the intruders’ compassion seemed an exercise in futility…