| by Van ©2004
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Kiera sat slumped in their chairs. They had long since
themselves that escape was impossible. Naked, their wrists
and cable-tied to their chairbacks, their ankles cuffed and
to the right legs of their chairs, their lips sealed with
of translucent tape... they knew themselves to be completely
The sun was setting, and the parking lot below was beginning to
As the captives watched through the mirrored window-wall
office prison, the employees of the business in the next
shuffled out to their cars in dribs and drabs, and
Eventually, the entire lot was empty, and the last orange rays
bathing the clouds.
Paty and Kiera sat in their bonds, and waited.
Suddenly, the glass door of the office slid open with a dry
The prisoners lifted their heads and found Lillian
through the door, a broad smile on her beautiful face.
evening, interns!" she said. "Your clothes are safely
back in your dorm room, suitably scattered about, of course.
I left your car in the appropriate student parking lot.
of the service. Hungry?" She was carrying a large
with a plastic lid, and a bulging paper bag. Both had the
"Fat-Burger", a popular student dive bordering the university
The roommates locked eyes and sighed, then turned to face at
captor. They were hungry.
Lillian deposited the bag and cup on the floor, then stepped
Kiera's chair. She pulled a blade from her boot and
cable-ties securing the redhead's wrist and ankle cuffs.
lifted Kiera from the chair and sat her on her butt on the
Lillian leaned lose and whispered in Kiera's ear. "I don't
to warn you again about the consequences of resistance, do I?"
Kiera sighed, shook her head, then watched as a key was inserted
cuffs, they were released, and she was re-secured in a new
configuration. When Lillian stepped back, Kiera found her
wrist cuffed to her right ankle and an empty cuff dangling from
right wrist. Kiera tossed her head to get her hair out of
face, then began peeling the strips of tape from her lips.
time this was accomplished, Lillian had Patty out of her chair
the blonde's right wrist cuffed to her left ankle.
"Do you have to be such a bitch?" Kiera inquired, then squealed
Lillian dragged her across the carpet on her naked butt until
she was beside her roommate. "Ow!" Kiera complained, then
as Lillian locked the loose cuff on her right wrist through the
cuff on Patty's left. This left about a foot of
between the roommates' hands. "This is mean!"
Lillian chuckled, grabbed the chairs, and slid them to the far
wall. "If I was mean," she purred, "I would have cuffed
wrist-to-wrist. Also, I wouldn't have brought you extra
Patty pulled the last of the tape from her lips. "I hate
ketchup," she muttered, working her lips and straightening her
hair with her free hand.
"There's also mayo and mustard," Lillian said, then opened the
took out a large, paper-covered lump, and peeled back the
"A 'mega-monster-burger', with the works."
She arranged the wrapper on the floor like a small, greasy
blanket, pulled the knife from her boot, and cut the burger in
one quick stroke. She used a paper napkin to wipe the
disappeared back into her boot, then she dumped a large packet
between the two halves of the burger.
She peeled the wrapper from a straw, inserted it in the drink
lid, then took a sip. "Yum... Extra-large vanilla shake!"
She set the cup on the carpet, next to the burger and
walked to the door. "Bon appétit!"
"Hey!" Patty complained. "You're really gonna
eat like this?" She lifted her left hand, dragging Kiera's
hand and the two linked cuffs along for the ride.
Lillian's smile turned absolutely evil. "It's called
'cooperation'," she said, "something all interns must
She spun on her heel and left the office. The door
closed, and she disappeared into the glass-distorted darkness of
Kiera and Patty sighed, then scooted across the carpet until
within range of the waiting food.
"Grease-burger," Patty said sadly.
"Grease-burger," Kiera agreed. "I hate onions."
"I know," Patty said, guided their joined hands to the food, and
her roommate remove the onions from the left half of the burger
transfer them to the right. They dumped the packets of
from the bag. "Mustard only for you, right?"
Kiera nodded, picked up a mustard packet, lifted it to her lips,
tried to tear it open with her teeth. Encumbered by
arm, she failed in a spectacular manner. Mustard spurted
packet and landed on Patty's left breast and stomach.
she mumbled, and squeezed the remaining mustard on her half of
Patty stared at her roommate in mild disgust as she opened a
mustard packet and squeezed its contents over her half of the
Kiera reached for a napkin. "I said I was sorry,"
she said, and tried to wipe the yellow globs from Patty's
Patty jerked their cuff-joined hands away and deftly snatched
napkin from Kiera's hand. "I'll do it," she mumbled, and
succeeded in wiping most of the mustard from her skin.
"It's not like this is easy," Kiera said.
"Like I have practice dining in handcuffs?" Patty
smiled. "Don't have a cow. No harm done."
"Okay," Kiera whispered. "Mayo?" Patty nodded, and
reached in concert for the required packet.
Patty's half of the burger was prepared, and the captives took
consuming the greasy feast.
Suddenly, Patty paused, a fry half-way to her open mouth.
"What?" Kiera demanded.
Patty popped the fry in her mouth, chewed, swallowed, and
"Our 'hostess' may have made a mistake," she whispered.
"What?" Kiera whispered back.
Patty lifted her chin and stared at the red tuft sticking out of
ceiling tile overhead, the end of the narcotic dart Lillian had
to frighten them into submission.
"Can we reach it?" Kiera asked.
Patty smiled. "We pull over the chairs, I climb onto them,
straddling the backs, you brace me with your free leg.
Kiera gave her roommate a skeptical stare.
"Okay, okay," Patty admitted, "it won't be easy."
"Won't be easy?" Kiera scoffed. "We can audition for the
circus if we pull this off."
Patty smiled. "We'll be a popular act, especially in these
Kiera gave her friend a pained look, then stared up at the dart.
"Well, the ceiling is kinda low. What if we somehow
manage to get it, find a way to plunk it into what's-her-name,
and only then find out all the drug squirted out when
it hit the
Patty sighed, and locked eyes with her friend.
"Leather-Bitch-Girl's name is 'Lillian Steele', and in
your question; we piss
her off big-time, and she probably shows us those rope-yoga
were warned about."
Kiera sighed. "It'll go well with our contortionist act."
Then her lips curled in a brave smile. "Nothing
Patty smiled back. "Nothing gained. Let's get the
then finish eating. She could
come back at any time."
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were throbbing. They ached. In fact, they
The ballet shoes Lillian had laced, strapped, and
on her feet were punishingly tight, forcing her full weight onto
toes. Cynthia was seriously considering letting
The scientist had studied ballet until her early teen years,
classes only when it became obvious she lacked the stature to
a career as a ballerina. (She was also too much of a
computer geek to devote her life to dance.) She'd hated
then, and she certainly hated them now, especially in concert
spreader-bar, tight corset, neck-immobilizing collar and gag,
holding her in a standing spread-eagle.
The sun had set, and the office Lillian had left her in
was now quite dark, lit only by the glare of the lights of the
lot, far below.
The door slid open, and Cynthia opened her eyes. Her
returned. Lillian was dressed in the same black
leather boots, pants, and toreador jacket as before.
stared at her kidnapper and tormentor with sad, tired eyes.
Lillian stepped forward, ran her fingers through Cynthia's short
locks, then planted a warm kiss on the captive's forehead.
baby," she whispered. "That should be enough serious
to satisfy our employers. I hope you don't make me put you
through something like this again."
To Cynthia's surprise, Lillian's tone was neither gloating or
sarcastic. She watched as Lillian untied the rope from the
support column, and slowly played it out. The pulleys
squealed and rope slithered. Cynthia first dropped to her
then collapsed to the carpet. Lillian knelt, removed the
suspension cuffs from her wrists, removed the spreader-bar from
ankle cuffs of her shoes, and snapped the shoe cuffs together.
Cynthia mewed through her gag, and her hands went to the laces
the hateful collar around her neck and lower face. Lillian
her onto her stomach and straddled Cynthia's corseted waist,
then pulled her hands together behind her back, and snapped a
handcuffs on her wrists. She then pulled her knife and
laces of the posture collar with one deft stroke. The
returned to her boot, and she released the gag's buckles.
Cynthia lifted her head free from the loose leather apparatus
the plug from her mouth. "I hate you!" she gasped in a
"I know you do, Doctor," Lillian answered. "Let's
go someplace we can 'hate' each other in style." She
Cynthia onto her shoulder, feet to the front and head to the
and carried her from the room.
The petite prisoner kicked her bound feet and twisted her wrists
their cuffs. "Monster!" she muttered.
"Hush!" Lillian laughed, slapped Cynthia's naked rear, then
hand on the warm, dimpled flesh.
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another seventh floor office, and Lillian deposited her prisoner
padded couch. Cynthia watched as black nylon straps
across her chest, her corseted waist, and her thighs. She
her head and realized she was on a gurney... a thick,
on a wheeled, adjustable frame of tubular aluminum.
Cynthia winced as Lillian pulled her joined hands from behind
and to the side, and unlocked her handcuffs. "Ow!"
she complained . "You're wrenching my shoulder!"
was strapping a wide, padded leather cuff around her left wrist.
"Can't you just let me rest?" Cynthia pouted. "Why
have to keep
me tied up all the time?"
Lillian stepped around the gurney and secured Cynthia's right
"You are a naughty girl, remember?" she said,
shortened and buckled the strap connecting the cuff to the
"Naughty girls get tied up. Corporate policy."
Cynthia tugged on the cuffs and twisted under the gurney's
"You can take your corporate policy and—m'wrf!"
seized her head and was giving her a savage kiss. Cynthia
struggled and moaned, then found herself returning the kiss,
her tongue to explore her captor's mouth, even as Lillian's
As the kiss continued, the fingers of Lillian's left hand
entangled themselves in Cynthia's hair, and she took a gentle,
grip. At the same time, her right hand slid down Cynthia's
shoulder, gave her left breast a soft squeeze, continued down
leather of the tight corset, and on to her sex. Her palm
on the prisoner's pubic thatch, her fingers slid between the
clenched thighs to caress her flushed, glistening labia.
Long seconds of licking, sucking, lip-smacking, and
continued, then Lillian pulled away. Captive and captor
eyes. Lillian's smile was at once gloating and warm.
Cynthia wiggled and writhed in her bonds, and was unable
a shy smile from her blushing, glistening face.
Lillian's right hand continued its slow, light caress.
"Naughty... and wet," she whispered.
"I–ahhh–hate you!" Cynthia responded, pausing in mid-statement
shudder and moan as Lillian teased her clitoris.
Lillian laughed. "I can tell," she said, then released
hair and sex. She licked the fingers of her right hand,
one-by-one, continuing to smile at her prisoner.
"Bitch!" Cynthia hissed (her blush deepening) and she turned her
to the side.
Lillian produced the now all-to-familiar roll of translucent
tape, and snapped off a six-inch strip. "You know the
Cynthia turned her face back and glared at her captor, but
tape to be pressed and smoothed over her pouting lips without
Lillian stood and methodically tightened all of the gurney's
straps—chest, waist, and thighs—tugging on the black nylon until
dimpled Cynthia's skin and pressed her into the padding.
unlocked the ankle cuff of Cynthia's left shoe, released the
slid the hateful (but beautiful) thing from her foot.
Cynthia sighed and flexed her foot, then rolled her eyes and
softly as her toes and foot received a gentle, expert massage
"Pretty and pink," Lillian observed, "but none the worse
for wear." The massage continued for more than a minute,
she slid the unresisting foot into the embrace of a padded
similar to those holding Cynthia's wrists at her sides.
and buckled the cuff's straps, then turned her attention to her
prisoner's right shoe. It was removed, the strong, small
own therapeutic massage, and was locked in its own padded ankle
Cynthia tugged on her restraints. Pinned on her back
soft padding, her arms at her sides and legs slightly spread,
comfortable, but helpless. She closed her eyes, sighed,
opened them to find Lillian smiling down at her, holding
in her hands.
"This is a toy Salamandras had made for me," the grinning
brunette explained. She held up the curiously shaped
of hot pink plastic. It was festooned with long, narrow,
strips of what looked like black rubber. "The basic design
similar to the 'butterfly', but I had them include a small egg
can stimulate the clitoris and the outer vagina."
Cynthia's eyes popped wide. "M'mmpfh???" Vagina?
Lillian released the gurney's thigh strap and set to work.
Cynthia rolled her hips and struggled, but couldn't
from easing the pink "toy" between her labia, nestling it
clitoris, and strapping it in place. Soon, rubber strips
each of her upper thighs, and linked the object's petal-like
the back and front of her corset. Lillian restored the
pulling it as taut as before, then took a step back.
Cynthia lifted her tape-gagged head and stared down her
cuffed and helpless body at the object strapped over and inside
her sex. She wiggled and squirmed, but was unable to
smooth, glistening device.
Lillian held her PDA, lifted its cover, snapped free the stylus,
tapped her way through a menu. "Isn't wireless technology
wonderful?" she asked, and tapped the screen a final time.
Cynthia screamed through her gag and struggled in earnest.
Lillian's pink toy was squirming and vibrating! She
and strained against her restrains, then went perfectly still.
The vibrator's initial buzzing had dropped to a gentle
"This will keep you in the proper frame of mind while I go about
evening chores," Lillian explained, smiling down at her slowly
prisoner. "I'll be back with a late dinner. How does
Italian sound? Spaghetti or linguini? Chicken of
Her breasts heaving, Cynthia lifted her head and locked eyes
tormentor. She shook her head, forcing pitiful moans past
"You'll love it," Lillian continued. "I'll get a nice
go with." She folded the PDA's screen and tucked
it back in her pocket. "'Pinkie's' buzz will vary in
and duration," she explained, "according to a program
supposed to keep you entertained, but prevent you from
She lifted Cynthia's shoulders and placed a small pillow under
head, then leaned close and kissed Cynthia's taped lips.
know if it works," she purred, combing Cynthia's bangs with her
fingers. "I only got to test it a few times before getting
sidetracked with your 'recruitment'." She stood, spun on
and walked through the door. "Later!"
Cynthia screamed through her gag, but the door was
already closing. She struggled and bucked against her
in frustration, but it was pointless. She was completely
as always. The petite captive shuddered and rolled her
was slowly building to its next pre-programmed crescendo.
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and Kiera looked up as the door of their office cell opened.
Lillian strode across the threshold, several coils of
in each hand.
She dropped the rope and smiled down at her prisoners,
Everything was as she'd left it, the naked, captive coeds
on the carpet in the center of the dark space, and the two
the far window-wall. The only change was the cup,
packets of the prisoner's evening meal had been gathered,
the paper bag, and were waiting on the floor for a trip to the
Lillian smiled and kicked the bag towards the door.
plan, ladies," she said with a cheerful smile. "I take you
'little intern's room' one at a time, you take a nice tinkle,
then I tuck you in for the night. Who wants to go first?"
The roommates sighed in perfect unison, the very picture of
"You go first," Kiera muttered.
"Okay," Patty sighed, and lifted her left hand, palm up.
right hand and the two pair of cuffs came with it, of course.
redhead's hand was closed in a loose fist.
Lillian pulled out her key, knelt on one knee, and leaned
forward to unlock the cuffs.
Suddenly, Patty grabbed her palm, Kiera grabbed her wrist, and
coeds rolled back. Lillian planted her feet and leaped,
the captives, landed on her right shoulder, and rolled to a
"Why you little twerps!" she growled. "What the hell?"
stared down at the dart protruding from the back of her right
blinked. She was finding it difficult to focus. "I'm
to... to..." Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she
like a rag doll.
The captives scuttled in a quick spin on their butts, then
for the handcuff key. In less than a minute they were free
the cuffs, and were standing over the unconscious Lillian.
"Good job, Red," Patty said. "You nailed her."
"I nearly peed my pants," Kiera admitted, "figuratively
Patty nodded. "And speaking of pants..."
The naked roommates descended on their former captor. They
off Lillian's boots, then her leather pants. The jacket
followed by her panties and tank-top. In the process,
they discovered Lillian's boot knife, dart pistol, PDA, and the
used roll of medical tape.
Kiera watched as Patty donned Lillian's costume, with the
exception of her panties. "I still think we should share,"
"I'm more-or-less her size," Patty answered. "You're a
small. You want the jacket?"
Kiera snorted in disgust. "That'll work. Naked from
bellybutton down? I'll wait 'til we find wherever she's
the rest of her wardrobe."
Patty nodded. "Assuming she has more clothes
stashed someplace," she muttered. "Maybe we'll find some
Kiera gave Patty a pained look, then turned to gaze at the limp,
now nude Lillian. "No real tan lines," she observed.
how you want to handle this? ...meaning her."
"It'd be a pity to waste these handcuffs," Patty growled,
then prodded the neat black coils heaped on the carpet, "or all
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her eyes. She was tied to one of the chairs, ankles
arms behind the chairback. Two pair of hinged cuffs were
her ankles, and another two pair around her wrists. Ropes
bound her elbows, knees, encircled her arms and torso, and
waist, ankles, and shoulders to the chair. Kiera was tying
final loop of rope that pulled her feet off the carpet and
wrist and ankles cuffs. The ropes were tight and
albeit a little asymmetrical.
The naked redhead tied a final hitch, stood, and joined her
Patty was already standing in front of the chair and
Lillian noted that Patty was very much not naked.
was wearing Lillian's own boots, pants, tank-top, and jacket.
only thing of Lillian's she was not wearing was her
panties, which lay in a crumpled wad on the carpet.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Patty inquired, directing the
question to her roommate.
"My cousins and I used to play 'Cowboys and Indians' at my
Aunt's farm," Kiera explained. "Summer vacations."
Patty turned her head and looked her naked friend up and down.
"You strike me as more the helpless Indian maiden or
cowgirl than the savage war party or ruthless outlaw type."
Kiera affected a smug smile. "Shows what you know.
Actually, we used to share the villain duties pretty
Patty nodded, then turned to face Lillian. "She's awake,"
gloating blonde noted.
Lillian glared at her former captives. She could see
the bulge of her pistol under the jacket behind Patty's back,
noticed that Kiera wasn't quite naked. She was
Lillian's watch on her left wrist!
Kiera noticed Lillian's glare, and smiled. "I've always
G-shock," she said. "You don't mind if I borrow it, do
"She won't mind," Patty said. "Prisons runs on closely
schedules. She won't need a watch."
Lillian continued glaring. "I knew I was being too
to you two," she growled, then her expression softened.
no good deed goes unpunished."
"That's rich," Patty growled, stooped and retrieved Lillian's
and rolled them into a tight ball.
"Wait!" Kiera said, then frowned at Lillian. "Where's
Webbel?" she demanded.
Lillian's smile turned rather coy. "Oh, she's resting
comfortably..." She nodded towards the ceiling.
"...upstairs. Seventh floor."
"Where can I find some clothes?" the redhead asked.
"There's always a sale on at the mall," Lillian suggested.
"Get that roll of tape," Patty muttered, and stepped behind
Lillian was apparently completely unconcerned with her
"This is a real pity, Blondie," she purred.
"What?" Patty demanded.
"I was hoping you and I could have some fun, later," Lillian
Patty blushed, then crammed the panties in Lillian's mouth, and
her head steady. Kiera leaned forward and plastered a
strip of tape over the captive's mouth. Patty lifted
hair and held it atop her head. "All the way around," she
growled. "Nice and tight."
"A pleasure," Kiera mumbled, and began wrapping the tape around
Lillian's lower face. She made each pass taut and smooth,
made sure the layers overlapped. When the roll was
Kiera tossed the remnant plastic tube away and stepped back.
Lillian's face was mummified from just under her nostrils
point of her chin. Her cheeks bulged above the tight,
"Let's go," Patty said, heading for the door.
Kiera was staring at Lillian's bound, nude, perfect
body. "I wish I had tits like that," the naked redhead
Patty was still blushing. "The sooner we find
sooner we can turn Ms. Steele here over to the cops."
Kiera joined her at the door. "You don't suppose her
name is really 'Lillian Steele', do you?"
Patty snorted. "It's probably Jane Bond, or
equally spooky. Let's go."
Lillian watched the coeds depart, her eyes shining with
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endured dozens of slow, vibrating crescendos, with minutes of
stimulation in between. So far, Lillian had been true to
promise. The pink monster she had strapped over and in
Cynthia's sex was enough to keep her very hot and bothered, but
far) not enough to put her over the edge. The helpless
shivered in arousal (for what felt like the hundredth time)
tugged on her
The door slid open. Cynthia lifted her head, ready to
Lillian. Instead, her eyes popped wide and her blood ran
A dozen robots were rolling into the office!
All were about four feet tall, and were propelled on complex
articulated treads, the kind that would allow them to negotiate
and other obstacles. They also had swiveling torsos,
pairs of arms ending in pincers, and spherical "heads", each
single glowing red "eye".
Acting in perfect coordination, the robots surrounded Cynthia's
clamped the frame with their pincers, and rolled her out the
down the corridor.
"Pinkie" continued buzzing and stimulating Cynthia's sex.
struggled against her bonds and mewed through her gag.
Suddenly, the vibrator went still. At the same time, the
closest to her head on the right swiveled its "head" and a voice
through a small speaker. "My apologies, Doctor."
The tone was flat and somewhat tinny, but Cynthia recognized
Salamandras' synthesized voice.
"I still have difficulty evaluating human interactions,
sensual activity is involved," the voice explained. "I
terminated Ms. Steele's entertainment program."
Cynthia continued struggling. They were approaching the
elevators, and one set of doors was open and waiting, like the
open maw of a hungry monster.
"We are modifying our relationship," Salamandras continued.
"I have an offer you will find difficult to refuse."
The gurney, helpless captive, and robots entered the elevator.
There was a quiet chime, the doors closed, and once again
seventh floor of the Salamandras Building was dark and still.
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