Corporate
Games
Julie smiled as
she walked into the room, looking round to see that all the equipment and
supplies they had requested were in place.
She looked every inch the corporate woman – her long brown hair falling over
the shoulders of her fitted black jacket, fastened over the blue top, with a
matching knee length black skirt, dark tights and knee length black leather
boots.
“This should be
a – productive meeting,” she said quietly to herself as the room door opened,
and she turned to see who had come in.
The older woman had long chestnut coloured hair, and her red jacket was
open to show her scoop necked top, the wide black leather belt tightly buckled
round her waist. Like Julie, she also
had on a black skirt, dark tights and knee length black patent leather boots,
her ones shining in the light.
“Amy.”
“Julie – I see
everything is ready for our meeting. The
agenda was agreed in advance?”
“Indeed – I
think Claire will be here in a few minutes.
Would you like a coffee before we start?”
“Not yet,” Amy
said with a smile, “I’d like to get straight down to business when she gets
here. Plenty of time to have a drink
once we have started.”
Julie nodded as
she opened one cupboard, and took out a small bottle of clear liquid as well as
a folded white cloth. Putting it to the
side, both she and Amy smiled as the door to the room opened.
“Amy, Julie –
I’m the next to arrive?”
“Indeed you
are, Clare,” Amy said with a smile, “have a seat, and we can look at the slides
you have prepared.”
“Just let me
hang my coat up first,” Clare said as she removed her great coat and placed it
on a coat stand. The middle aged woman had
short dark hair, and was wearing a purple sweater with a grey knee length
pencil skirt, as well as dark tights and her own knee length black leather
boots. Sitting at the table, she opened
her laptop and logged in, saying “so where do you want to start?”
“Well, how
about the current status of Project Pegasus,” Amy said as she sat down, Clare
nodding as they both looked at the screen, unaware of Julie as she opened the
small bottle and poured some of the liquid onto the material. She smiled as she walked over…
“So, as you see
Amy, the projectdehttllhshtththh….”
Clare’s eyes shot open as Julie pressed the damp sloth over her nose and
mouth, the sweet sickly fumes entering her and causing her to instantly swoon,
her vision clouding as she succumbed to the narcotic. Julie made sure the cloth was held firmly in
place as Clare’s head slumped to the side, then she placed it in a plastic bag,
sealed it and disposed of it in a black bag.
“Well, that
worked better than expected,” Amy said with a smile as she opened a second
wardrobe, and removed several carefully coiled lengths of soft white rope. Shaking one out, she doubled it over as Julie
sat the unconscious Clare up, then guided her arms round the chair back,
crossing her wrists before she started to bind them tightly together. She made sure the coils were neatly arranged,
and the rope between her arms made sure it was tight before she had finished.
She then stood
up, walking round and holding Clare by the shoulders as Julie unravelled and doubled
over a long length of rope, doubled it over, and then wound it round her waist
so that she was pulled back into the chair.
She continued to wind it round Clare, fixing her upper arms to her sides
and her body to the chair back as two bands formed above and below her chest, forcing
it up and out as she did so.
“She looks so
cute like that,” Amy said with a smile as Julie secured the rope to the chair
back, before she went and fetched another length of rope. Doubling it over, she knelt down and crossed
Clare’s ankles, then wound the rope round them and pulled the ends through the
centre loop, forcing them together as she wound the rope around and between her
legs as well, then tied the ends off before she used another length of rope to
secure her legs together below her knees.
She then pulled Clare’s ankles back under the seat, using a final length
of rope which she used to secure them to the central support.
“How long
before she wakes up,” Julie said as she looked at her friend.
“Long enough
for us to keep her quiet – open her mouth for me, will you?” As she spoke, Amy took a large black silk
square and rolled it into a band, tying a knot in the middle before she eased
it into Clare’s mouth, tying the band round her head as her lips closed over
it. Both women looked at her as Julie
said “well, the games have begun now.”
“Indeed – and
just in time. Behind the door?”
Both women
moved quickly as the door opened, and a fourth woman walked in, wearing a black
leather jacket over her crimson top. She
was also wearing a dark skirt, hers coming over her knees, but her dark tights
were still visible above her mid-calf black leather boots.
She saw Clare
in the seat, and said “oh lovely” as she put her hands through her feather cut black
hair – then raised those hands as she felt a small disc of pressure against her
back, and heard Julie say “hello Jane – why don’t you take your coat off – slowly
– and hand it to Amy, then put your hands behind your back.”
“What is this,
a corporate takeover?”
“Oh yes – you
know too much about what we have planned for Project Pegasus – so do as my
friend asks,” Amy said with a smile, waiting as Jane removed her jacket and
handed it over, before putting her hands behind her back. She knew what was happening, and smiled as
she felt the soft rope encircle and secure her wrists together.
“So you want me
to talk?”
“In time – once
Clare wakes up,” Amy said as she watched Julie securing her colleague’s wrists,
then doubled over a longer length of rope and passed it round her stomach,
pulling her arms into her sides and taking it above her chest as well as she
ensured her upper body was totally secured.
Jane nodded as she felt the ropes tighten, and then took the rope under
one arm, up and over the back of her neck, and then under the other arm so that
the bands were even tighter.
“Sit down,”
Julie said as Jane walked to one of the chairs, sitting herself down before
Julie took more ropes and knelt at her side, crossing her ankles and wrapping
the rope round them as she started to bind them together.
“You know I
won’t tell you anything about Project Pegasus,” she said as she looked at Amy.
“Oh I think you
will,” Amy said with a smile as Clare slowly raised her head, her eyes blinking
as she looked round, and said “hghddd…”
“Hey – sorry
about this,” Jane said as she felt the rope being pulled between her ankles,
Julie tying the ends off and then round her feet before she took a last length,
and began to bind her legs together below her knees.
“Wthruhdhdhnn,”
Clare mumbled as she felt the knotted mass on her tongue, slowly getting
heavier as it soaked up the saliva in her mouth. Amy smiled as she walked behind her, and then
put her hands on her shoulders as she said “we’ll talk to Jane first. What do you know about the funds transfers?”
“I won’t talk,”
Jane said – and then she felt Julie’s hands as she started to tickle her sides,
twisting her body round as she said “I won’t talkahahhahahhhhh…” The tickle torture continued, Clare shaking
her head as she saw the sweat start to appear on her colleague’s brow.
Amy smiled as
she walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, sipping from it as
Clare said “she’s not going to say anything.
What do we do now?”
“Gag her – I’ll
have a word in a minute,” Amy said as the door opened, and a middle aged woman
wearing a grey coat dress walked in, smiling as she said “am I interrupting?”
“No,” Amy said
as she sat down – and then blinked.
And blinked
again, before she slowly fell forward, her eyes closing as her head went onto
the table.
“AMY!”
“Not a word, my
dear,” the woman said as she smiled, and produced a gun, “you will find some
sponges and tape in that cupboard.
Silence your friend, and then come over here.” As she spoke, the door opened again as a
tall, thin man came in, dressed in a dark waistcoat and trousers, white shirt
and bow tie. He watched as Julie went to
the cupboard, taking out a half sponge and a roll of white tape. Compressing the sponge, she pushed it into
Jane’s mouth, and then covered her lips with the white tape, leaving the roll
on the table as she rolled over.
The man looked
into Clare’s eyes, and said “she seems to be recovering nicely. Why don’t you make Julie secure, Mrs F?”
“My pleasure,
Mister P,” the woman said as she took Julie’s arms behind her back, and then
picked some rope up from the pile she had removed from the cupboard. Julie gasped as she felt her elbows been drawn
together, while the man folded Amy’s arms behind her back, using more of the
ropes to secure her elbows to her wrists.
A second length
of rope was used to secure Julie’s wrists together, before Mrs F took the longer
length of rope, and then wrapped it round her body, forcing her chest up and
out and her arms against her back as she did so.
Mister P smiled
as he went to the far side of the room, and then took out a long object with a
bulb at one end, Clare watching as he walked back over and pressed a button on
the side, and then started to gently run the bulb over her chest. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he
said “now, when you are ready to talk, let me know,” feeling her body respond
to it.
Julie nodded as
Mrs F walked in front of her, and tied the end of one length of rope between
her breasts, drawing the ropes together around them before she walked behind
the bound woman. “What are you – oh
god,” she gasped as the ropes were pulled back, hiking her skirt and pressing
down on her panties as it was secured behind her.
Clare was
softly moaning now, wriggling round as the device was moved over her, the man
smiling as he glanced to the side and saw Jane with her eyes closed. He slipped the device under Julie’s dress,
the bulb pushed up against her as her eyes opened, and then went to fetch a
second device before he walked back.
Mrs F had now
made Julie lie on the floor, panting softly as her hands stroked over her
chest, and she whispered into her ear “tell me about Project Pegasus…”
“Never…. NEVER,” she yelped out as the rope between
her legs was pulled on, and then she was made to lie down, groaning as the
woman crossed and bound her ankles together, and then her legs below her
knees. Bending her ankles back, she
secured them to the crotch rope, and pulled it gently to and fro as she said
“I’m going to give you something to think about, while I deal with your
friend.”
Julie wondered
what she was talking about – and then got a shock as she took a vibrator and
fed it under the crotch rope, placing it very carefully as it added to the humming
sound in the room.
A sound that
increased as Mister P slipped a second bulbous device between Jane’s breasts,
hearing her scream in to the gag as Mrs F wound the white tape round Julie’s
head. The two of them then walked over,
Mr P making her kneel as Mrs F secured her upper arms to her sides, and then
tied the band together with rope between her breasts, pulling it down and back
through her legs as her own skirt was hiked up, and then securing it to her
forearms. He then opened her mouth as
Mrs F pushed the folded cloth in, and wrapped the white tape tightly round her
head, before he pulled on the ropes. The
soft moan from her lips told him she was starting to wake up, as he lay her
down, bending her left ankle and tying it to her thigh, then repeating with the
right leg.
Amy groaned as
she tried to move – and then felt the rubbing between her legs, the warmth, the
question in her ear.
“What will you
tell me about Project Pegasus?”
“Nhhff… Nhfff….hswhtkhsshs….”
As the man and
woman slowly built Amy and Julie to a climax, Jane and Clare were shaking,
their own orgasms starting to build again as all four remembered. They had been the ‘victims’ of these two
before, in a coffee shop, but the experience had changed them all – so when Amy
discovered they offered a bespoke service…
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