Olivia Dodson had a problem. A very big problem. Very big to the tune of nearly 10 million dollars that she had embezzled over the course of five years at her company. The 28 year old accountant had been moved to some special projects after a couple years of hard work and loyalty and had been rewarded with trust and little oversight for some of her duties with the side projects. Initially it had started small, and then it was like gambling to her where she started pulling more and more money and funneling it into offshore accounts and with some “creative accounting” had managed to hide it’s disappearance. She’d gotten very good at it too, until some up and comer not unlike her had been brought on board and noticed a couple irregularities.
Now she was stuck. She couldn’t flee because it would make her look guilty, but she also wasn’t sure if she was willing to risk the result of the investigation as it may turn up with all fingers pointed at her despite covering her tracks well. Given the situation she was now down to one of her last resort options: reaching out to a couple of contacts that had helped her move the money and see if any of them in other countries were willing to help grant her asylum from the authorities in exchange for some money. Or a lot of money. Her life here was over and she knew it, so the best she could do is exchange some of what she had embezzled for a chance to start fresh somewhere else.
She hadn’t spent the embezzled money as she had been afraid of discovery or someone would notice that a mid level accountant suddenly came into millions of dollars. Now she wished she had. A couple of days of negotiation had resulted in a plan that she wasn’t super fond of, but it definitely had legs and was likely the best chance she had at getting out. The plan was to stage a kidnapping at her house, where two men would break into the house, hold her hostage, force her to transfer three million from the company accounts into offshore systems where it would disappear into the system and would go untouched, and then the men would spirit her away to the airport where she would be flown as cargo to another country where some higher ups had agreed to make her a new identity and grant her asylum there for four million from her own accounts. Expensive, but she would still have plenty of money to live off of for the rest of her life.
Arriving home late from the office on the agreed upon date, Olivia stepped through her front door dressed in black high heeled knee high boots, stockings, and a matching blazer and skirt set in grey that was appropriate for the office. She was immediately seized from behind upon closing the door and her eyes widened in shock before relaxing seeing the two men dressed in black. “Let’s get started.” Number One said gruffly.
They definitely looked the part, dressed in boots, loose pants, long sleeve shirts, gloves and masks all in black and Olivia nodded, removing her laptop from her bag and quickly going through the steps necessary to transfer the money. It took about ten minutes, although to her it seemed far longer with the men standing over her shoulder watching every move but eventually her laptop pinged with a successful transfer and the wheels were in motion. “Stand up.” Number Two instructed while Number One picked up her laptop and smashed it to pieces on the floor.
There was no going back now. Olivia’s heartbeat quickened as leather gloved hands grasped her arms and pulled them behind her back before thin rope was wrapped around and around her wrists. The sleeves of her blazer protected her skin from the rope but it didn’t make it any looser when the cinches were knotted off and her wrists were firmly secured in coils of rope. “Ow, does it have to be so tight?” She complained.
As if in response, Number Two grabbed her upper arms and forced them together before another coil of rope ensured that they were locked together, thrusting out her chest and pulling her shoulders back. Weekly pilates ensured that she was relatively flexible, but Olivia could feel her body straining as her arms were tightly bound. She bit her lip, nerves beginning to take over as her feet were pushed together and more rope surrounded her booted ankles, followed by additional ropes at the knees and thighs. Then Number One brought up a red ballgag on a strap and held it up to her lips. “Open.”
The instruction was simple and as much as she didn’t want to do it, Olivia knew she had to. She willingly opened her mouth to accept the rubber sphere, grimacing as it settled into place and was buckled underneath her hair before she was laid down on the ground and one last rope put her into a strict hogtie. The two men spent the next 15 minutes making a mess of her house, tearing drawers out to make it look like they were looking for something and generally trashing the place. Olivia spent those 15 minutes squirming against the ropes and her bondage. These men were clearly professionals at roping up women, and there was no way she was getting out by herself.
Finally Number One returned and picked up the helpless accountant, slinging her over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway into the garage where her car was parked with the trunk open. Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, but her gagged protests did nothing to stop him from dumping her into the trunk and slamming it shut. Moments later the car came to life and Olivia felt the car begin to move, jostling her around in the trunk with the limited space she had. It really was a true kidnapping to her.
The journey was long and rough as various speed bumps, turns, and more threw her around the trunk. She was relatively small, and tied into a tight package meant she had no way to brace herself as she was bounced around the dark enclosed space. Finally the car came to a halt and the trunk was opened up. An unfamiliar man stood there. “Hello Ms. Dodson.” The man grinned down at the sweat soaked captive.
“Hmmmmmph mrrrrrr rrroooo?” She groaned through her gag.
“Who am I? Well I am the one who can grant you asylum, get you on board the plane here, and fly you away to a country where you will never be found. However, there are some parts of the deal that weren’t mentioned before.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she stared up at the man. Ice was beginning to creep through her veins. Her current position meant she had no negotiating power. Technically none since her mouth was filled with a rubber ball, but whatever it was now couldn’t be good. “We offer you a choice.” The man continued as her eyes locked in on the leather collar he held in one hand. “I can give you asylum, but not in the way that you imagined. You will be a slave. Kept in bondage, serving others, but you will be safe and taken away to another country to live out the rest of your life.”
In the other hand, he held a pair of handcuffs. “Your other choice is to stay here. I will cuff you to a support pole and we will leave you a nice neat package for the police to find. I suspect they will find some evidence of your embezzlement and you will go to prison for life for the amount that you have stolen.”
Olivia stared at him, her eyes darting between his hands. She truly was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but she didn’t want to be a sex slave either. After a couple of minutes of panting around her gag, she pointed her chin at the handcuffs. “See?” The man said to Numbers One and Two who were standing behind him. “I told you she was smart.”
Number One grumbled something and handed what looked like to be a set of bills to Number Two. “But, not quite smart enough. Since we have our payment and will be getting even more for you and your accounts, it wasn’t a choice at all. Get her on board boys, this slave is being granted the asylum she wanted for the rest of her life.