her eyes... and found herself staring at a dark sky and tall,
modern buildings shining with lights. It was the skyline
of Chicago, or a small portion thereof, as viewed through a
ceiling-to-floor window-wall. She was lying on her right
side on a plush, thick, well-padded carpet in a large, empty,
dark room, probably somewhere on one of the upper floors of the
Payne Tower. She focused on the skyline again and
confirmed her first impression. She recognized the nearest
buildings. She was definitely still in the Payne Tower.
She noted a few other relevant details. (1) Jade was nude,
meaning totally nude. (2) Something round and
hard was lodged in her mouth and her lips sealed and lower face
covered by a wide, taut strip of... tape? It was probably
some kind of tape. (3) Her hands were palm-to-palm, behind
her back, and her wrists tied and her fingers and hands wrapped
into a single tight, useless bundle. She lifted her gagged
head and looked back over her left shoulder. Her
wrist-bonds were thin, braided nylon cord, and the wrappings on
her fingers and hands were neatly overlapping layers of adhesive
fabric tape. The cord and tape were gray or silver in
color and glinted in the lights of the city with a slightly
metallic sheen. (4) Jade's ankles were also bound, with
more than twenty individual strands of the same thin, braided
cord. The bindings were cinched between her ankles, just
as her wrist-bondage was cinched between her wrists.
"Mrrrrr!" Jade mewled through her tape-gag, tugged on her
wrist-bonds, tried to kick her bound feet, and rolled on the
soft carpet. "Mrrrpfh!" What the hell happened?
she wondered. Actually, it was obvious exactly what
had happened. The kinkily dressed Asian/Chinese woman in
the "Aqua Lounge" had dosed her with some sort of knock-out gas,
taken her to wherever she was, stripped her naked, and tied her
up! "Nrrrk!" And gagged her! Rubber
ball? Jade decided the spherical intruder in her
mouth was a rubber ball.
Jade squirmed and struggled and rolled on the carpet, but she
was helpless. Also naked. Also locked in an empty
room-with-a-view. Minutes passed and Jade continued her
efforts to free herself... and made zero progress.
Suddenly, the door to Jade's prison whisked open, the overhead
lights began to glow, and two women entered. They were...
(1) The Asian dominatrix-bitch. She was dressed as before
and was carrying a small duffel bag of black leather.
(2) The Bitch herself: Dominique Payne in all her
bitchy glory! She wore one of her signature
little-black-dresses, looking gorgeous and domineering, as
"For Miss Porter's tape and cord bonds I decided to go with
'antique silver,' Mistress," the Asian said to Dominique. "I
hope you approve."
"It goes well with her lovely complexion, Xin," Dominique
purred. "I quite approve."
Jade looked up at the women looming over her naked, bound,
gagged, and recumbent self. "Mrf?"
"The other one?" Dominique asked.
Xin smiled. "She won't be leaving the building,
Mistress. I assumed you want to begin with this one, and
Dr. Folke has only just finished with Mr. Smith. You know
how she hates keeping her interviewees waiting for her full
attention. Delivering two subjects to her almost
simultaneously seems like a bit of an unnecessary imposition."
"Point taken, and I do, indeed, want to begin with this one,"
Dominique said with a smile that sent a chill down
Jade's spine. "I have a solution. I'll indulge
myself with Miss Porter for a while, and the good doctor can
finish with Mr. Smith and begin with the blonde. From what
you tell me, she's the weak link in the conspiracy."
Jade looked from Dominique to Xin—apparently her kidnapper's
name was Xin—and back to Dominique. Conspiracy?
The blonde? Does she mean... Bonnie? "Mrrrpfh!"
Dominique and Xin watched Jade roll and squirm at their feet.
"What did you stuff in her mouth?" Dominique inquired, "dirty
"No, Mistress," Xin purred. "I used a five centimeter ball
of silicon rubber. Her panties were rather skimpy, more of
a thong and not really up to the job. Also, they weren't
particularly dirty. I think she changed before donning her
stolen dress. And as you know, I don't wear panties while
Dominique nodded. "I'll take it from here. You may
deal with Miss Schnupp."
Jade's eyes widened. They do mean Bonnie!
She resumed struggling, frantically shaking her head in
"Mistress," Xin said with a bow, dropped the duffel on the
carpet next to Jade's squirming, naked, helpless form, then spun
on her booted heels. The door automatically whisked open
as she approached... Xin crossed the threshold... and it closed
"Now," Dominique purred, smiling down at Jade. "What to do
Jade's heart hammered as she continued struggling. The gag
effectively stifled her desire to explain that she'd been just
looking for Audrey, her boss, and that there was no
"conspiracy." She couldn't even beg for mercy. She
couldn't say or do much of anything! "Mrrrfh!"
"Hmmm..." Dominique continued examining her current
plaything. "Hogtie? Ball-tie? Or, perhaps,
something simpler?" She kicked off her heels, knelt by
Jade's side, unzipped the duffel, reached inside, and produced a
generous coil of silver-gray cord identical to Jade's wrist- and
ankle-bindings. "I know," she said as she released the
hitch securing the coil and shook it out to its full
length. "The inchworm."
"Nrrrm?" Whatever Dominique meant by 'the inchworm,' it
didn't sound good.
Over the course of the next hour and with the application of
dozens if not hundreds of feet of silver cord, Jade
learned exactly what her beautiful, powerful captor
meant by "the inchworm."
Now, Jade was bound at the ankles, calves and shins, below the
knees, above the knees, the mid thighs, through her crotch, and
around her waist and forearms. Her elbows were bound
nearly touching, ropes pinned her arms to her sides, passing
above and below her breasts, and yoked her shoulders. Each
of these bindings required something like twenty individual
strands of cord, and all were well-cinched. Finally, using
a very long single strand of cord, Dominique tied a long,
continuous series of diamond hitches that hugged Jade's body
from her big toes to her neck.
Jade found she could barely squirm, and even if Xin hadn't
mummified her fingers and hands in a skintight sheath of silver
tape with a satin finish, she wouldn't have been able to reach,
much less untie, any of the knots securing her incredible bonds.
"You have very nice breasts, Miss Porter," Dominique said as she
zipped the now nearly empty duffel closed. She then
climbed to her feet, stepped into her heels, picked up the
duffel, and smiled. "I also like your decision to keep
your pubic bush luxuriant but neatly trimmed. Dimpled
rump, firm, defined muscles, flat tummy, and just a hint of
girlish baby-fat. Very pleasing."
Jade managed to roll onto her back and glared up at her captor
and tormentor. "Mrrmpfh!" she complained.
"Such spirit," Dominique purred. "Now, I'm afraid it might
be some time before I find another opportunity for us to play,"
she said as she strolled towards the door, "so feel free to
wiggle around and explore your new office." The door
automatically opened, but Dominique paused in the
threshold. "That reminds me, congratulations are in
order. Your contract has been transferred from Klein
Studios to PAYNECOM, and you've been promoted from intern to
Junior Executive Special Assistant to the CEO. I'm afraid
there's no bump in salary, but you'll find there are all
sorts of fringe benefits."
"Nrrrf!" Jade squirmed in her bonds.
"Until later, Miss Porter," Dominique purred, then took a step
back into the hallway. The door whisked closed and the
overhead lights in Jade's "new office" dimmed to nightlight
Jade continued fighting her bonds, but she knew it was hopeless,
completely hopeless. And she saw no point in exploring the
rest of the room. What was the point? Also, the only
way she'd be able to conduct such an exploration would be by
squirming, twisting, wiggling, and dragging her nude, bound, and
gagged body across the carpet... inchworm fashion.
awakened to the loud snort of a large and no doubt very disgusting
hog—then realized she was the hog. That is,
Bonnie, herself, had been the one that made the noise. She
lifted her head from her desk, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and
frowned down at the small, clear puddle of drool on her desk's
smooth, hard surface. "Oh... frakk," she sighed as she
clumsily stood, stretched, and looked around the cubicle
farm. Thankfully, she was the only one present. None
of her fellow administrative slaves had witnessed her
The LED clock on her desk glowed "5:37."
It was nearly time for the early birds among her fellow interns
to start dragging themselves in for the next day's work (meaning
the current day's work). I pulled an
all-nighter waiting for Jade to return, she realized, snoring
and drooling on my desk. She glanced in her bottom
drawer and confirmed that Jade's bundled work clothes were still
present. Either her friend hadn't yet returned from her
reconnaissance of the penthouse nightclubs, or she'd gone
straight home afterwards.
"I'll murder her," Bonnie promised herself. She opened
another desk drawer, grabbed her compact toiletry kit, and
headed for the nearest bathroom. "The nerve," she groused,
"going on an adventure like that and not coming
back to fill me in on all the juicy details." Of
course, Bonnie mused, she could have been
grabbed by the club bouncers and is cooling her
heels in a dreary detention cell down in the basement, waiting
for the Chicago PD to show up and haul her away to party-crash
prison. "It would serve her right!" Bonnie huffed as
she entered the Little She-intern's Room.
Bonnie's face was a mess. She scrubbed it clean, then
replaced her makeup and signature red
lipstick. Bonnie didn't really want
Jade to be in trouble, of course, but is was kind of
rude of her to go straight home and leave her in the
lurch. Bonnie made a trip to one of the stalls and emptied
her bladder... then planned her next move. She decided her
best immediate course of action was to troop down to the
cafeteria for an early breakfast, and her rumbling stomach
concurred. And whenever Jade decided to show herself,
she'd get... The Cold Shoulder. Bonnie would pout and
ignore her forever and ever and ever... or at least until Jade
was sufficiently contrite. Bonnie did want to
hear all about her friend's escapade, of course.
The cafeteria was nearly empty. Only a few very early
birds or all-nighters (like Bonnie) were present. The
serving line was open, manned by a single cook at this hour, and
while Bonnie usually breakfasted on cereal and nonfat milk, she
decided to splurge on scrambled eggs, bacon, wheat toast, and
coffee—especially coffee. She'd missed dinner the
previous evening, thanks to being callously abandoned at
her desk by her alleged friend, so the extra calories were
justified (meaning rationalized).
When Bonnie was halfway through her meal a smartly dressed Asian
woman approached her table carrying a tray bearing a dessert
plate with a single pastry and a cup of coffee. Bonnie
thought she recognized the woman, maybe, but wasn't entirely
sure. The thirty-something (maybe an old twenty-something),
beautiful woman moved with a fluid, athletic grace, and sported
an obviously tailored and expensive business suit, in
heather-gray. Her long, dark-brown hair was loose about
"May I join you, Miss Schnupp?" the woman said. Then,
without waiting for a reply, she set down her tray, pulled out
the chair opposite Bonnie, and sat.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Bonnie answered (belatedly and
unnecessarily). "Have we met?" She glanced at the
PAYNECOM ID clipped to the woman's jacket pocket, and her eyes
widened before she managed to suppress her reaction. It
had the usual photo to confirm the bearer's identity, of course,
with the woman's name, "Xin" (with no last name). And
by-the-way, her job title was "SPECIAL SECURITY!" Whereas
other PAYNECOM IDs bore additional info, like division,
department, and a color-coded stripe designating the employee's
level of clearance (or lack thereof in the case of Bonnie), the
rest of "Xin's" ID was taken up by a large block of QR code, and
"We've never met in person, Miss Schnupp," Xin replied, "but I
must say, the photograph in your employment file doesn't do you
justice. You're very beautiful."
Bonnie blushed. "Thanks. Right back at you."
Xin was, indeed, beautiful, but despite her smile she was also
somewhat... cold? Bonnie decided to go with
Xin took a delicate bite from her pastry, which appeared to be a
glazed bear-claw with a sprinkling of thin-sliced almonds and a
raspberry or cherry filling, then took a sip of coffee.
"Now, I believe you know Jade Porter?"
Bonnie's heart started pounding, but she covered her reaction
with a fork-load of eggs and a sip from her own coffee
cup. "Yeah, Jade and I are good friends." Bonnie
took a bite of toast and decided a good defense (however meager)
was a good offense (however inadequate). "Oh, I get it,"
she said with a bright smile. "Jade is up for a promotion
and you're interviewing her coworkers. What do you want to
Xin smiled and took another bite from her pastry, then chewed
and swallowed. "Something like that." She sipped her
coffee. "After we've finished eating, let's go to my
office and have a nice chat."
"Super!" Bonnie gushed, then devoured a strip of yummy, crisp,
greasy bacon. Jade isn't in trouble! Super!
Xin smiled and continued consuming her modest breakfast.
Jade knew she
was in big trouble, to say the least.
Apparently (meaning obviously) the rumors about Dominique Payne
being not only a bitch-of-a-boss but a kinky bitch-of-a-boss
were true... in spades! And apparently, she attracted
like-minded (meaning perverted) members of the one-percent and
had made the Tower's most exclusive penthouse nightclubs dens of
bondage debauchery! Most of that was supposition on Jade's
part, but what she'd seen on her way to and especially in the
Aqua Lounge was compelling evidence.
Jade twisted and squirmed in her incredible bonds. Escape
was as elusive a goal as ever. Dominique was as skilled a
practitioner of her "hobby" as she was at making billions from
giving the masses what they wanted in the way of entertainment.
Jade heaved a gagged sigh and stared out the window. The
sky was brightening. Dawn was near. Most of the
lights in the neighboring buildings had winked out hours before,
but a few were still shining. She knew the windows of the
Payne Tower were all mirrored and tinted bronze-gold. Even
if she somehow managed to squirm her way to her feet and
painfully hop until she was right in front of the glass wall of
her "office," no one in even the closest buildings could
possibly see her, not even a peeping tom with a telescope.
She rolled onto her side and heaved another sigh. Jade had
been tied up for hours, for at least half the night. She
was hungry, thirsty, and increasingly sore. The dimly lit
room was overheated, not excessively so, but a sheen of
perspiration covered her nude, bound body. How long is
she going to leave me like this? she wondered. And
what will she do to me next?
Suddenly, the door whisked open and two women entered the
office. Jade looked back over her shoulder and her eyes
For all the world, the women looked like a pair of housekeepers,
wearing the sort of sensible shoes, linen dresses, and aprons
one would find in any hotel. Both were in their thirties,
admittedly attractive, despite their hair being pulled back into
tight buns and a total absence of makeup. One was a Latina
with black hair, and the other a Nordic blonde with a healthy
tan. Both were tall, fit, and decidedly muscular.
The blonde was pushing a laundry cart, a wheeled basket with
sides of heavy, unbleached canvas.
"I hate early morning cleanup duty," the Latina huffed.
"No tips," the blonde agreed as she pulled a small tablet from
her apron pocket and tapped the screen. "Seventy-nine—ring
"Not one of the staff recuperation spas?" the Latina asked as
they approached Jade's naked, bound, gagged, recumbent form.
The blonde flipped open the cart's stretched canvas lid.
"I don't think this one is staff."
"She's a guest?" the Latina frowned. "They're
sending a guest to the third ring of seventy-nine?"
"I don't think she's staff or a guest.
Anyway—" Working in concert, the blonde and Latina picked
up Jade and deposited her in the cart. "—I only work here."
"Mrrrfh!" Jade squirmed and struggled, but the women were as
strong as they looked. She had to tuck her legs to fit
into the otherwise empty basket, which caused her leg bonds to
tighten until her flesh bulged between the taut cords.
"M'mrghfth!" The lid closed, plunging Jade into
semi-darkness, and the cart began to roll.
"At least the carpet doesn't need 'special cleanup,'" the Latina
Jade heard someone tap the lid of her rolling prison.
"Thank you for that, Chica," the Latina said.
"Don't interact with the subjects," the blonde chided her
coworker. "You know the rules."
"No harm, no foul," the Latina purred.
Naked, bound, and gagged, helpless in her cramped, dimly lit,
canvas prison, Jade's journey continued. She hoped that
when she reached room forty-two, third ring, seventy-ninth
floor, she'd get a nice hot shower, a room service breakfast,
and a soft bed—but somehow she didn't think that was going to be
Xin left the cafeteria, heading for... wherever the Asian
beauty's office was located. Bonnie was really impressed
by the way the "SPECIAL SECURITY" officer or agent (or whatever
her PAYNECOM job title was) moved. She was obviously in
good shape, and her every motion exuded grace and
poise, like a professional dancer or a trained martial
artist. Bonnie worked out whenever she could in the
Tower's excellent employee's gym—it was encouraged by
management—but Xin was really fit.
That must be where I've seen her, Bonnie thought,
stealing a sideways glance at Xin's unsmiling face, in the
gym. Step class? No. Yoga class?
No. Maybe in the steam room, but I'd probably remember
her better if I'd seen her all nude and sweaty.
Bonnie self-consciously straightened the front of her
jacket. She was also in a business suit—skirt, blouse, and
jacket—but it was rumpled and creased, just a little.
Sleeping at her desk hadn't helped, and while it was stylish and
fit her svelte form quite well, it was decidedly "el cheapo"
compared to Xin's tailored suit.
They came to one of the many "Mysterious Steel Doors" (as the
interns called them) that supposedly led to the more secure side
of the production offices. They paused for Xin to gaze
into the retinal scanner next to the door, the door whisked
open, and they crossed the threshold. Very Star Treky,
Bonnie thought, meaning the door, then looked around. This
is it? The decor was the same as on the side she
was used to, the less secure side. The carpet, paint,
paneling, and decor in general were slightly darker, but that
was it. How disappointing, Bonnie mused.
The door whisked closed behind them and—"Hey! What are you
doing? No! Mrrrpfh!"
Xin had struck like a cobra, spun Bonnie around and pinned her
against the wall, cuffed her hands behind her back, then spun
her back around so they were face to face and slapped a
strip of adhesive-backed tape or plastic film or something over
Bonnie's mouth and lower face from ear to ear and nose to chin!
"Quiet, Miss Schnupp," Xin purred, "and thank you for your
Cooperation? Bonnie blinked in shock and surprise,
then stole a look over her left shoulder, confirming that a pair
of stainless steel hinged handcuffs bound her wrists. She
turned back to her captor. "Mrrrf?"
A thin smile curled Xin's lips. "My office is this way,"
she purred, took a grip on Bonnie's left arm, and led her down
Bonnie continued struggling against the cuffs, mewling through
her gag, and managed to keep pace without stumbling and tripping
on her high-heeled pumps. "Mrrrpfh!"
They passed door after door, all similar to the executive
offices on the less secure, less dark, less crazy side of the
building. Generic art and posters from PAYNECOM
productions hung on the walls, the same as Bonnie's usual work
area. Xin led Bonnie deeper and deeper into the offices,
and they began passing men and women, all in power suits and
walking singly or in pairs. Most completely ignored the
spectacle of a handcuffed and tape-gagged intern being dragged
through the corridor. A few passersby briefly locked eyes
with Bonnie and favored her with somewhat predatory smiles, but
that was it.
What the hell? Bonnie's heart was hammering and
her eyes were blinking more-or-less nonstop. I have to
get away, Bonnie decided. I have to get back
through that door to the 'normal' side... somehow.
They came to a junction with side corridors leading to the left
and right. Xin started turning to the right and Bonnie
made an instant decision. She shrugged her shoulder and
lunged to the left, breaking Xin's grip. Bonnie
stutter-stepped, regained her footing, and sprinted away.
She stole a look back and was surprised to see Xin smiling and
still standing at the intersection, not in hot pursuit.
Bonnie sprinted down the corridor, came to another junction,
randomly chose the right turn, and continued her tape-gagged and
handcuffed escape. There was still no sign of
pursuit. So far, she hadn't passed any more power-suited
men or women, but how long would her luck hold? And how
the hell was she going to open one of the steel doors and get
back to the normal side?
She came to another junction and this time she turned to the
left. This particular corridor was narrower than the
others, and the doors closer together. She slowed her pace
and continued forward. Up ahead she could see another
hallway, and it was one of the wider, busier areas, possibly a
"sub-lobby." As she watched, a man in a suit flashed
across the opening, moving from left to right. Seconds
later, a woman passed going right to left. Bonnie's eyes
popped wide. Immediately behind the woman was a second
women, but woman-number-two had her hands cuffed behind her back
(like Bonnie), was tape-gagged (also like Bonnie), and was naked
(not like Bonnie). She also had a
collar around her neck with a shining steel chain leash, and the
far end was clutched in the first woman's hand. And then
they were gone.
Bonnie's heart was still hammering. What.
Suddenly, speakers in the drop ceiling sounded, sending Xin's
voice echoing through the hallways.
"Your attention please. Your attention
please. We have a runner. Female, five-foot-ten
with dark blond hair, Northern European complexion, and blue
eyes. I remind all personnel of the rules.
Anyone giving the runner aid and comfort or attempting
to sequester her for their own personal gratification will
be punished. That is all."
Bonnie leaned her back against the wall and closed her
eyes. This place is a madhouse! I've got
to get away... or hide... and get free... somehow.
She looked back the way she'd come. There was still no
sign of pursuit.
The doors in her hallway were all standard, with L-shaped
door-latches. Bonnie chose a door at random, turned her
back, tried the latch, and it turned in her cuffed hands.
Unlocked! I can sneak inside and... oh.
The room beyond was obviously a file room, probably one of
hundreds of such depositories in the Tower of Payne. A row
of tall filing cabinets lined one wall, and the room already had
a human occupant, a twenty-something redhead dressed in heels, a
dark-olive pencil skirt, and an ivory-colored cotton
blouse. Bonnie found she couldn't form an opinion
regarding the redhead's features—plain, pretty, or stunningly
beautiful—and for a very good reason. The
secretary/file-clerk was a redhead. Her long,
straight, auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail and on full
display, but her head was laced in a tight, black leather hood
that left only an oval-shaped section over her upper face
exposed. They were a few yards apart, but Bonnie's
impression was that the redhead had green eyes.
The redhead was sliding a bulging folder among other files in an
open file drawer. Eyes wide with shock and focused on
Bonnie, she slid the drawer closed.
"Mrrrpfh?" Bonnie "asked" as she stepped into the room.
"Nrrrmf," the redhead "answered."
Suddenly—"Mrrk!"—a hand clutched Bonnie's hair in a tight grip.
"Naughty girl," Xin chuckled. "Don't you know the security
camera's in the entire building are integrated with the
personnel tracking and facial recognition systems?"
"Nrrrrr," Bonnie whined. She'd been recaptured... not that
she'd ever really escaped.
"I'll take that as a 'no'," Xin purred then focused on the
redhead, apparently motivating her to place her feet eighteen
inches apart, lift her arms and interlace her fingers, then rest
her hands atop her hooded head. "Don't worry," Xin
chuckled, stepping further into the file room and taking Bonnie
with her. "You're not in trouble. You haven't had
enough time to get in trouble."
Bonnie watched with wide eyes as Xin lifted the front of the
redhead's skirt with her free hand and cupped her pussy.
Bonnie noted that the redhead's eyes were, indeed, green.
Also, she wasn't wearing any panties... and was a genuine
"Just as I thought," Xin purred. "You aren't even
wet." Still clutching Bonnie's hair, she turned and left
the file room, dragging Bonnie with her.
Bonnie had seen fear, and then relief in the redhead's green
eyes—and now she was through the door and it was closing behind
"Quiet," Xin said evenly. "You're caused me quite enough
trouble already, young lady."
They continued down the corridors, but this time Xin was setting
a faster pace and Bonnie had to scramble to keep up and thereby
ease the painful tug on her scalp.
The journey continued down more corridors and they passed more
smartly attired men and women, all in their thirties or
forties. They also encountered more secretaries, usually
younger, and dressed in heels, skirts, and blouses. None
wore open-faced leather hoods like the secretary in the file
room, but two were silenced by gags. A blonde with fair
skin and pale blue eyes sported a mouth-filling ball-gag and an
olive-skinned brunette was silenced by a muzzle that cupped her
chin and tightly covering her lower face. Another brunette
had her hands cuffed together in front but wasn't gagged.
None of the passersby, executives or underlings, seemed
particularly interested in Xin or her prisoner.
Three corridors and a brief elevator ride later, they arrived at
a door bearing the sign "HUMAN RESOURCES SPECIAL SERVICES" and
the PAYNECOM logo. The door whisked open as they
approached and they entered a reception area with the usual
counter and waiting area with sofas, chairs, coffee table, and a
scattering of magazines.
A rather unusual receptionist, a big Latina—meaning big
as in a female weightlifter or wrestler, and not big as
in overweight—sat behind the counter. She smiled and stood
as Xin and Bonnie entered. At 5'10", Bonnie was generally
considered "tall," but the Latina was a giant, at least 6'6",
depending on whether or not she was wearing heels. She
wore a white cotton blouse and Bonnie was half-afraid she was
going to flex her biceps and rip the fabric. She came
around the counter and Bonnie could see she was also wearing a
skirt, had a wasp-thin waist, the thighs and calves of an Amazon
warrior, and she was wearing high heels.
"Xin," the Latina greeted Bonnie's escort/captor. "We've
been expecting you. Did you have any trouble?"
"Marina," Xin responded with a smile and a nod. "Don't
give me grief." She rolled her eyes towards Bonnie.
"This one is a wiggle worm, and she's quick on her
"I wouldn't dream of giving grief to the mighty Xin,"
Marina chuckled. "Perhaps you should remain long enough to
help me prepare Miss Schnupp for her preliminary interrogation,
just in case."
Bonnie looked from Xin to Marina, and back. 'Interrogation?'
"I've got nothing on my schedule for the next hour," Xin said,
ignoring Bonnie's tape-gagged question. She followed
Marina through a side door and down a corridor, past more closed
Xin's hand was still tightly gripping her hair, so Bonnie had no
choice but to follow. "Nrrrpf!" The two women led
her to a medium-sized room with a somewhat clinical
atmosphere. Stainless steel cabinets with glass fronts
lined the walls, and in the center, under a bank of spotlights,
was a long, narrow, rectangular steel table with a milky white
glass top lit from within. Two tan leather straps
stretched across the table's surface, one near the top and the
other near the bottom, and each served as attachment points for
a pair of tan leather cuffs padded with white canvas.
Medical restraints! "Nrrrrr!" Bonnie
struggled for all she was worth, but Marina-the-amazon and
Xin-the-ninja easily defeated her best efforts. They
lifted her into the air and Bonnie found herself flat on her
back with her ankles two feet apart and strapped in place.
Xin unlocked her handcuffs, then her handlers lifted Bonnie's
arms above her head and strapped her wrists in the second pair
of leather cuffs. She squirmed and tugged on the tight,
well-padded restraints. The taut straps traversing the
glowing white surface barely moved, and as for the cuffs
themselves, Bonnie groped with her fingers, struggling to reach
the narrow outer straps securing the wide inner cuffs. It
Bonnie heaved a sigh and relaxed in her new bonds. They
had put her in a semi-loose spread-eagle, and quite obviously
she would stay that way until someone released her. Xin
and Marina stood side by side, smiling down at her. So...
Bonnie looked from face to face. What happens next?
What happened next surprised her somewhat.
"Coffee?" Marina offered.
"I just had breakfast," Xin purred, "but why not?"
Bonnie watched as the Ninja and Amazon turned and left, closing
the door behind them. "Mrrrpfh?" Bonnie's only
answer was a metallic click, probably the sound of the
door lock engaging.
Well, the prisoner-of-the-table thought, I guess I'm
in trouble, and what about Jade?