“You asked to see me ma’am?” Madeleine said, opening the office door and stepping through. In front of her was a large, open office with expensive objects d’art lining either side of the room, leading up to a wide desk, of some rare and exotic hardwood, done up in a fashionably modern style. Behind the desk, a long set of panoramic windows showing off the glorious view of the bustling, mid-day city afforded by the office’s top-floor position.
Everything about the way the office was set up, from the layout of the décor, to the importing, almost throne like executive chair behind the desk and the noticeably smaller chain in front of it, was designed to emphasis the power and importance of the one sitting in the first chair…and the comparative lack of both qualities in the person in the second. The effect was readily apparent in the timid, hesitant way Madeleine crossed the room and took her lowly seat in front of the imposing woman who sat imperiously across the desk from her.
Leona Blake was a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. Her pale blonde hair was tied back in a tight bun, without a hair out of place. Her face was sharp, with a narrow, aquiline nose and thin lips. A pair of sharp grey eyes regarded Madeleine with a reserved look. Below her beck, she had a gorgeous body, perfectly accentuated by the hand-tailored business jacket and skirt she wore.
The woman’s looks had certainly played a part in her rise to the position of CEO in the company, but only part. More credit had to be given to her sharp intelligence, as well as her drive and ambition. She pushed herself and her subordinates as hard as possible. One did not envy those employees she called in to chew out for failing to meet her exacting standards. Everyone in the company knew and dreaded her fiery temper.
After a moment, silently studying the fidgeting Madeleine, Leona gave a slight smile. “You’ve been doing some good work lately, Madeleine. I’ve heard good things about you from some of the other people in the company.”
Madeleine returned the smile, slowly releasing the nervous breath she had been holding. “Thank you, Miss Blade.”
“Would you mind standing up for a moment?” Leone asked. ‘Turn in place…slowly.” As Madeleine did, her boss studied the younger woman. She was of about average height, with long legs. She had a thin frame, apart from her large breasts, which swelled out the front of her business jacket. Today, she had on a scarlet business jacket, over a white, low cut shirt, a matching skirt and red heels. Her dark black hair was tied back in a long, high ponytail, save for a set of bangs, which fell on either side of her face, framing her friendly, round face and large blue eyes.
“You look very lovely today.” Leona said, with enjoyment.
“Um…thank you ma’am.” Madeleine replied, her face flushing red a bit as she completed her turn.
“You should make quite an impression on Miss Long.”
“Miss Long? Of the I.W.S. Company?” Madeleine asked, confusion entering her voice. It had been office rumor for some time that the company was planning on entering close negotiations with that company for some time. There’d been much discussion over who would be picked to represent them in the negotiations.
“Yes. I have decided you, Madeleine, would be perfect to represent our company in the negotiations. I was most impressed with your performance regarding the Beechman Case last fall.”
Madeleine felt her face flush red, recalling those events. “The Beechman case was hardly my best moment, Ma’am.”
“But you handled yourself well…kept your cool in a…trying situation. Those, I think, are good qualities to have in the coming negotiations. Besides, I have already contacted my opposite number, informing her of my choice and identifying you as my representative in this matter.”
Madeleine swallowed, nervously. “When do I begin?” She asked.
“The negotiations are to start tomorrow, though I wouldn’t be surprised if they start a little bit earlier. Miss Long is always eager to get things started, so I suggest if you have no pressing business that cannot wait until after negotiations have concluded, that you go home, get rested and prepare yourself. It may be somewhat trying.”
With a nod, Madeleine turned and left the office. She paused outside the door to give a long sigh before she made her way to the elevator. She got in and punched the number for the building’s underground parking garage. The elevator rumbled for a minute, before opening in the dim, concrete space of the garage.
The ‘click-clack’ of Madeleine’s heels echoed sharply off the bare walls and ceiling as she walked past the rows of parked cars. This early in the day, most of the spaces were filled. Her own car was parked at the end of the row. She never made it there. As the young woman walked past a dark van, parked to one side, the back doors suddenly burst open and several individuals jumped out. Madeleine had only just realized she was being attacked when they grabbed her.
“HEL-MMmppphhh!!” Madeleine’s frightened cry was abruptly cut off as one of her attackers clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. Another wrapped their arms around the young woman’s torso, pinning her arms to her sides. The third bent low, grabbing her legs close to the ankles. Madeleine was literally swept off her feet as they lifted her up.
“eet eeh ooh!” She grunted into the hand covering her mouth. From her position, leaning back, supported by the people holding her, Madeleine could get only brief glimpses of her attackers. They were dressed from head to toe in black, with black masks that completely covered their faces, without eye or mouth holes. From the way the tight clothes clung to the kidnappers’ curvy figures, Madeleine realized they were women, though she could tell little else about them. Despite their gender, the kidnappers were very strong. They lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. Her frightened struggles had no effect on their tight grip as they carried her to the van. The other thing she could tell; these people knew what they were doing. From the way they worked together, silently, said they had considerable experience at this sort of thing.
The kidnappers set Madeleine down in the back of the van. As they climbed in as well, careful to keep their captive pinned down helpless, another person in the driver’s seat started the motor. The moment the back doors closed, the driver was backing out of the parking space.
As the van drove out of the parking garage, the kidnappers began to tie Madeleine up. One of her captors grabbed the young woman’s arms and pulled them behind her back. She heard the rip of tape and felt the kidnapper start wrapping the sticky band around her wrists in neat, tight bands. Another kidnapper grabbed her legs and started wrapping them as well, starting at the ankles and working up her calves, then another band of tape above the knees.
When Madeleine raised her head up to protest this treatment, a strip of tape was slapped over her mouth. More tape was put over it, ensuring she remained silent for the trip. As a final measure, a dark hood, made of thick canvas, was pulled over the captive woman’s head, plunging her into darkness. As the laces on the back of the hood were pulled, drawing the fabric tighter over her face, Madeleine thought to herself:
“This is turning out just like the Beechman case…”
“Helmmmppphhh!!!” Madeleine called out, her frightened cries muffled by the layers of tape covering her mouth, as well as the thick hood which encircled her head. The hood left her completely in the dark, as far her current location. The kidnappers’ van had driven for what felt like days to the captive woman. When it had finally stopped, Madeleine had been carried out of the van a considerable distance, before being set down in a sturdy wooden chair. The rolls of tape had come out again, wrapping her even more, until she and the chair were practically fused together.
After that, they had left her alone to squirm the tiny amount of movement her current predicament allowed. At least she thought she was alone, besides robbing her of her sight, the hood did a pretty fair job of muffling the noise around her so Madeleine couldn’t hear anything. From time to time, she’d hear the off distorted sound, coming from somewhere far off, but for the most part, all she could hear was the sound of her own ragged breathing. There could be a whole crowd of people watching her right now, and she’d never know it.
“Keep calm, Madeleine.” She thought. “This is just an interrogation tactic.” Let the captive sit and stew for a bit, getting more and more scared. “If you give in now, they’ll have won before they even begin.” She squirmed in the chair. A low whimper of fear escaped her gag at the thought of what was almost certainly coming. Helpless, she wondered if Miss Blake or anyone else knew she’d never made it home, that she’d been kidnapped. IF anyone would be done about it…
Just then, she felt someone grab her head from behind. The person fumbled for a moment with the laces of the hood. Madeleine groaned in relief as they were loosened. A moment later, the hood was pulled off. A blast of cold air hit Madeleine in the face. She had been very hot and sweaty underneath the thick canvas of the hood.
The captive woman blinked, shaking her head. She was in a small room, with walls, floor and ceiling made up of large, black tiles. There were no doors or windows that Madeleine could see, though she had no idea what was behind her.
As Madeleine looked around, nervously, the person who had removed her hood stepped around, into the captive’s field of vision. A tall, thin figure, dressed in black like the other kidnappers, but unlike them, her face was unhooded, but covered with a large black velvet mask, edged with black lace, like a carnival masque. From behind, long tresses of dark brown hair spilled out, hanging around her shoulders. Below the mask, she flashed a playful smirk as she studied Madeleine. The young business woman guessed her captor was in her early thirties.
“I see Miss Blake’s eye for cute employees is as good as ever.” The woman said, leaning over to brush aside a few strands of dark hair which had become stuck to Madeleine’s face in the sweaty confines of the hood. “I hope you will be as amusing as the last girl of hers I had the chance to play with…”
From behind Madeleine, someone else gave a soft cough. The woman sighed. “Oh yes. I suppose I do have to offer you the opportunity to bow out straight away.” She stepped to one side of Madeleine and took a leather folder someone handed her. Returning to the front, she flipped it open and showed it to the captive woman. Inside was a lengthy legal document, in small font that was difficult to read in the dim light.
“As the appointed representative of Miss Leone Blake, CEO of the Teleron Corporation, you may sign agreements in her name. If you sign this contract now, you will be released now, and no harm will come to you. If not…” She flashed an evil grin. “I get to have some fun with you.” She reached down and slowly peeled away the tape covering Madeleine’s mouth. “What do you say?”
Madeleine grimaced, knowing what was coming next, but loyalty to the company won out. Silently, she shook her head.
“Excellent!” The other woman replied. She handed the contract back to her assistant. “And hardly surprising. I doubt Leona would have picked you for negotiations if you didn’t have some spunk in you. We’ll you’ve made your choice. Now the negotiations can begin…”
Madeleine heard a wheel squeaking from behind her. A moment later one of the other female kidnappers came into view, pushing a small metal cart. The captive gave a soft groan as she saw it was piled with all sorts of bondage toys: chains, cuffs, rope and tape, gags of every sort, various clamps and plugs. Handing from the side were a variety of leather paddles and crops.
Turning, the Mistress selected a large, red rubber ballgag. Madeleine gulped as she turned back toward her, holding the gag. The ball looked far too large to fit her mouth. Grabbing the captive woman, the Mistress pressed the rubber ball to Madeleine’s lips, applying steady pressure until she was forced to open her mouth. For a moment, it looked as if the gag wouldn’t go in, until at last, the plug popped past her teeth. Madeleine gave a muffled groan. Her jaws felt stretched as far as they could go.
Grabbing the leather straps, the Mistress quickly looped them around her captive’s head. Two straps circled around behind, where they were buckled tight. Two more circled up from those straps, joining into one at the bridge of her nose. It ran over the top of her head and was attached to the first straps at the back. A final strap went underneath her jaw, attaching on either side of the gag’s harness.
“ggack!” Madeleine gagged, the sharp taste of rubber filling her mouth as she strained to accommodate the large plug, wedging her jaws apart uncomfortably.
The other woman smiled. “I think that gag looks perfect for you. Such a lovely shade of red. It matches your dress.” She reached down and grabbed the lapels of Madeleine’s business jacket. Tugging in either direction, she pulled it as far open as the tape binding the captive business woman allowed. She reached up and grabbed the top of her captive’s blouse. Madeleine whimpered into her gag as her shirt was pulled down, revealing her large breasts, supported by a black, lacy bra. Soon enough, the bra was pulled down, letting her breasts bounce free.
“Very nice!” The mistress said, reaching out with both hands to cup Madeleine’s breasts. The captive woman closed her eyes, giving a soft moan as the other woman firmly rubbed and squeezed her breasts. “You must be quite proud of these, right Madeleine?” The mistress teased, playing with the nipples. The captive woman could only moan in reply. “However, I think they’re missing something.” She let go of them, letting the breasts bounce back down. “Let’s see…” she walked back over to the cart. Madeleine watched, nervously, as her captor searched through the pile of toys.
“Here we go.” The woman finally said. “Some pretty jewelry for those lovely nips of yours.” She turned, holding up a pair of large, silver-finished nipple clamps for her captive to see.
“Mmmppphhh!!!” Madeleine grunted quietly in fear as her captor opened one of the clamps, showing her the inside of the metal jaws, lined with several rows of blunt metal teeth, that would dig into the sensitive skin of her breast.
The Mistress reached forward and grabbed Madeleine’s left breast, taking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She slowly rolled the soft nub, kneading and tweaking it for a moment. After a minute of stimulation, the small, pink nipple stood erect. Madeleine tensed as the clamp was slowly positioned over her nipple. The Mistress grinned, letting the tension build up for half a minute or more, before she slowly released the pressure on the back of the clamp, letting the jaws close around the soft nub of flesh between them.
Madeleine jerked in her bonds, giving a sharp grunt as she felt the clamp close down on her breast. She squirmed, shaking as the sharp pain built up until it seemed overwhelming! The young woman shook her head, grunting loudly as she felt the teeth dig into her. Every nerve in her screamed to take the clamp off, but the tape held her down, kept her from doing anything about it.
After a moment, the pain, which had seemed unbearable a second ago, slowly faded to a dull throbbing. Grinning, the mistress tugged playfully on the clamp a couple times, making sure it had a good grip on her captive, and it wouldn’t come off. Each tug sent another spasm of pain shooting through Madeleine’s breast and elicited another muffled grunt of pain through her gag.
“Now for your other breast.” Her tormentor told her tauntingly. She reached forward to take Madeleine’s other nipple and began to roll and knead it as before, letting it get hard. The captive girl squirmed and whimpered into her gag. The anticipation, knowing what was coming, the occasional flashes of pain from her clamped nipple, reminding her, and still being helpless to stop it, was even worse then before. She closed her eyes, trembling.
Seeing this, the mistress took the second clamp, squeezed it open and in one quick movement slipped it over her captive’s nipple and let it snap shut onto the pink nub. Madeleine’s eyes snapped open at the sudden pressure at the end of her breast. For a moment, her senses were overwhelmed and then the pain came stabbing in. Once again, she thrashed about in her bonds, as if trying to shake off the painful clamps, without any success, grunting loudly in pain through her gag. And once again, the flare of pain slowly faded to a dull throb.
“Very lovely…” the other woman said, playing with the clamps, tugging on one, then the other, now both at the same time to tear another gasp of pain from the helpless businesswoman. “But I think they could use some weights…” Ignoring Madeleine’s dismayed moan, the mistress returned to the cart. She came back with half a dozen small, round lead weights, connected by short chains to metal clips. These clips attached to a ring on the back of the metal clamps.
Grinning, the mistress attached three of the weights to the clamp on Madeleine’s right breast. As she did, she kept the weights tucked in the palm of her hand, supporting the weight. When the last one was attached, she opened her hand, letting the weight pull down on the clamp. It in turn tugged sharply on the young woman’s nipple. Madeleine yelped in pain as the clamp’s teeth dug into her soft nipple. While she squirmed, the Mistress quickly hung the other three weights from the other clamp and let them fall.
The mistress stepped back a moment, to watch with enjoyment, her captive’s suffering. As Madeleine squirmed, her breasts shook, which caused the weights on the clamps to swing back and forth wildly. This, in turn, tugged her breasts this way, then that way, each swing, each change in direction, eliciting another sharp gasp of pain from the thick ballgag.
“You know, if it’s all too much, you can end this all right now.” The mistress told Madeleine. “All you have to do is sign this contract. I know you can’t say anything with that gag on, but just nod if you want to. Then I’ll untie you, take off that gag and those clamps.” She promised, with a note of reluctance.
Almost unsure how she was able to, Madeleine ignored the pain from her nipples long enough to shake her head in an emphatic no.
“Good.” The mistress replied, a large grin crossing her face. “I’d have been disappointed if you had given up just now. I’ve so many other things I’d like to try on you.” She turned to the cart. “Let’s get started.” The negotiations would continue…
Madeleine quivered, shaking within the ropes holding her bound as another wave of frantic giggles spilled out of the ballgag clenched between her teeth. She shook her head, blinking back tears which filled her eyes.
The young businesswoman lay on the floor of the cell. The black tiles were icy cold underneath her bare skin. Madeleine was naked, apart from her bra and the matching pair of skimpy black panties she wore. The cups of her bra were still pulled down, leaving her ample breasts bared.
After cutting the tape binding her limbs together, and binding her to the chair, Madeleine’s kidnappers had forcibly stripped the young woman of her jacket, blouse and skirt. They’d also removed the nipple clamps, which had hurt almost as much as when they were put on the first place, as the blood flowed back into the abused tips of her breasts.
Next, the mistress had taken several lengths of soft, strong rope from the cart. Her captive’s arms were once more pulled behind her back and expertly lashed together into a strict box-tie. More rope circled her chest in a complex tie, wrapping around the young woman’s breasts in a crushing embrace.
Next, Madeleine’s legs had been tightly lashed together at the ankles and above and below her knees. A rope was run from the captive’s ankles to be tied off to the rope harness around her chest, arching her back into a strict hogtie.
The mistress knelt over her captive, a small paintbrush in hand. She’d taken it from the cart, after tying the young woman up. Madeleine’s heels had been removed and her tormentor had gone to work, tickling the bare soles of the captive’s feet with the soft tip of the brush.
Peals of laughter, only slightly muffled by the large rubber plug filling her mouth, escaped Madeleine’s lips as the older woman deftly poked the brush in between her toes, one at a time, tickling in between them.
“Now for the other foot…” The mistress said playfully, and Madeleine squirmed excitedly as the brush brought forth another wave of giggles. “I hope you are enjoying this little respite, Madeleine…” the older woman continued. “After this, I start on the really unpleasant stuff. Of course, we could avoid all that, if you’d just say you agree to our terms…”
The young businesswoman fought back laughter long enough to grunt “oooh eeal…” through her gag, shaking her head no. Almost immediately, she regretted it as the brush came back, dancing over the soles of her bare feet, wringing peals of laughter from the helpless prisoner.
“Perfect…” The mistress purred, as she continued tickling her squirming plaything. “Then I guess I won’t feel guilty about what I do to you next…”
Beneath her, Madeleine gave a low groan…
“Thwack!” Madeleine gave a sharp cry of pain as the riding crop came into contact with the soft flesh of her bottom. The captive woman’s gag muffled her scream to little more than a pained whimper. She jerked away from the source of the pain, which set her swinging back and forth wildly.
Madeleine hung in the air, a few feet off the ground. Her legs had been folded over the top of a padded spreader-bar and then lashed with rope, her knees spread about a foot apart. Two chains, connected to the bar at either end, ran up to a pulley system hidden behind one of the ceiling tiles, by which Madeleine had been winched up into the air. As she hung, upside down, even the slightest movement was enough to set her swaying back and forth.
The business woman’s arms had been released from the boxtie and retied, palm to palm, at the wrists and at the elbows, tight enough they almost touched. Another rope had been tied around Madeleine’s waist, like a belt, then a strand of rope was run from the woman’s tightly bound wrists, between her legs, where it was tied off to the front of the belt.
The crotch rope had been pulled so tight it disappeared between the lips of Madeleine’s sex. The mistress had tied a series of knots in the rope at that spot, to increase the sensation Madeleine felt every time the crotch rope rubbed across her sensitive area.
Before doing that, the young woman’s captor had removed her panties and bra, stripping her completely naked. Both were currently balled up inside Madeleine’s mouth. The mistress had stuffed them both in before popping the ballgag back in place.
“Thwack!” Another blow of the riding crop landed on Madeleine’s exposed belly. The young woman couldn’t see the blow coming because her captor had put a padded leather blindfold over her eyes, increasing the disorienting feeling of being upside down and making it so she couldn’t see the mistress getting ready to swing. Plugs in her ears kept her from listening as the other woman moved around. She could only hang there, trembling in dreadful anticipation, wondering which direction it would come from, where on her body the next strike of the crop would fall.
As a final addition to her torment, the nipple clamps had once more been added to the ends of Madeleine’s breasts, this time with even more weight hung on it, it seemed. The young woman’s poor nips had had just enough time to recover from the last time they’d been clamped, that they hurt just as much going on as they had originally, if not more because they were still tender from the last time.
For what seemed like hours to the unfortunate captive, though it was likely only a little more than half an hour, the mistress circled around Madeleine, expertly striking out at the moment calculated to catch her victim off guard and unready for the loud slap and stinging pain of the crop. Her strikes roamed all over Madeleine’s naked body, from her firm, round bottom, to her thighs, to her belly and breasts, to between her spread legs.
Periodically, she shifted tactics. At one point she’d hit here, then there, at a different points of Madeleine’s body. Another time, she would strike the same spot in quick succession, lighter strokes warming the spot up for a final, full-powered smack that made the young woman howl through her gag, swinging back and forth wildly.
Then, she would mix it up. The Mistress laid a series of light strikes onto Madeleine’s left breast, before finishing with a last painful smack. As the younger woman sobbed into her gag, the mistress started with a number of rapid slaps across her right breast. The captive whimpered tensed in expectation of the painful blow she knew was coming… Instead, the mistress suddenly landed a blow with everything she had across Madeleine’s backside. The painful sting was all the more shocking from coming in an unexpected place, doubling its effect on the poor captive.
Finally, the mistress swung a final time with the crop, landing on the lips of Madeleine’s sex, enjoying the yelp of pain this elicited. Handing the crop back in place on the cart, she turned back, bending over to remove Madeleine’s ear plugs and blindfold. Grabbing the young woman’s head, she titled it up, forcing the captive girl to look up at her.
“Well Madeleine, how much longer do you want to play?” the mistress asked. “Because things are only going to get much worse for you from here on out, the longer you keep refusing. All you need to do is say you’ll sign the contract and you’ll be freed.”
She grinned, watching the look in her captive’s eyes as the struggle went on inside her head. The young woman hung upside down, panting for air. Her naked body was coated with a sheen of sweat from the exertions she’d been put through and colored all over with the red marks of the crop. She ached all over, her breasts were on fire where the clamps pulled mercilessly on her sensitive nipples and between her legs the tight embrace of the crotch rope as it rubbed against her sex was maddening. She desperately wanted to give in, to get it all over with. It took every bit of her willpower just to keep from nodding right then and there…
Just then, one of the mistress’ assistants hurried into the room. She stood at attention, coughing softly to get the other woman’s attention.
“Yes?” The mistress asked, letting go of Madeleine and straightening up. The captive woman swung limply to and fro from the chains as the assistant whispered something to mistress.
“Is that so?” she said, with a sigh. “Very well. Nothing we can do about it, I suppose. Pity too, I think another half hour and I could have easily broken the girl, but that’s how things go.” She turned back towards Madeleine. “Well my dear, I’m afraid our little game is at an end, sad to say. I think I’ve enjoyed matching wills with you more than anyone else who has graced my dungeon, but as they say, all good things must come to an end…”
“How true. Still, there’s always next time…” another voice said. A moment later, a tall woman stepped into view. She was dressed in a white leather one-piece, with long, white leather opera gloves and white, thigh high boots. With a white carnival mask, like the first mistress had on, it took Madeleine a moment to recognize the woman as her boss, Leone Blake!
Leona was holding a long chain leash in one hand. Attached to the other end of the chain was a collar, locked around the throat of a short, slender girl with dark brownish-red hair and a pale face dappled with freckles. She was naked, apart from a chest harness, connected to a leather armbinder which held her limps trapped behind her back, and a pair of leather cuffs on her ankles, joined by a two foot chain. The lower half of her face was covered by a leather panel gag, with straps encircling her head.
The captive shuffled after Leona, head bowed dejectedly. As she got closer, Madeleine noted that her naked body was covered with red stripes from the crop, much like the ones covering her own body after the mistress’ attentions. The other girl’s breasts, and the mound of her sex, were also covered in what seemed to be light burns, as well as a few bits of colorful wax left here and there.
“I see my Madeleine was up to the task.” Leone said, looking up and down the squirming, hanging figure. She flashed a wry smile at the other mistress. “Even though you grabbed her a little early.”
“I promise you, I did not touch her until my Hannah had been delivered to your dungeon.” The mistress replied, sheepishly. She sighed. ‘Though it seems she was not up to the task.” She gave the captive girl a mean look. Hannah cringed, grunting apologetic grunt into her gag.
“She did well enough for herself.” Leone said, looking at the young woman at the end of her leash. “I didn’t think I’d break her so quickly…that is until I discovered she had a weakness for hot wax.” She handed Mistress Long a leather case, similar to the one the mistress had. She took the case and opened it.
“Is that so?” Mistress Long said, scanning the contract. “Well, we’ll have to concentrate on that in your training then.” Nearby, the captive Hannah gave a frightened whimper. With a sigh, the mistress shut the folder. “Well I can confirm that the contract has been signed. I hereby agree to your terms.”
“Very good.” Leona replied, handing over the leash. “I’ll go and deliver the good news to my board members.” She turned to Madeleine. “Very good work today. Tomorrow, stop by my office first thing.” To Mistress Long, she asked, “Since you were so eager to pick her up, can I trust you to see Madeleine to her home safely?”
“As much as I’d love to keep her locked up in my dungeon forever, I suppose I can’t. I’ll take her home right away.” She turned to Hannah. “And then we are going to evaluate your performance tonight and schedule a rigorous training regime for you, Hannah. I expect better from my top negotiator.” Helpless, the younger woman could only give a resigned sob…
Ten minutes later, Madeleine found herself once more in the back of the kidnap van, now hogtied with rope, still blindfolded and gagged. Beside her was Hannah, also roped in a strict hogtie, looking forward with dread to a tough “employee evaluation.” Certain to involve lots of hot wax and various parts of her anatomy.
The van parked and Miss Long got out and carried Madeleine to her front door. She must have gotten the key from Madeleine’s purse, because she unlocked the front door and carried her captive inside. After a moment, the young woman was set down on her bed.
“You did very well today.” Miss Long told her. “I hope I get another chance to see you grace my dungeon soon.” As she quickly untied her captive. She removed the blindfold and gag before leaving the room.
Exhausted from the negotiations, Madeleine didn’t bother putting on pajamas or anything. She simply climbed into the soft embrace of the bed and the luxurious silk sheets and fell asleep almost immediately…
The next thing Madeleine knew, it was morning and sunlight was streaming into the bedroom through the window. With a groan, the young woman threw back the covers and sat up. Parts of her body were still sore from the night before, particularly her arms and legs. The marks of the crop had faded, but weren’t entirely gone yet. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps.
“Guess I won’t be wearing a bra today…” Madeleine thought, cupping her breasts gingerly. “Probably for a couple days…” she glanced over at the alarm clock. It read 7:30. “Oh shit…” Madeleine swore. She’d forgotten to set the alarm the night before. Now there was no way she’d make it to work on time.
Hopping out of bed, she went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, to help her sore muscles relax a bit. Ten minutes later, she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. From her closet, she got out a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt and a long skirt, which hopefully would hide the marks from the night before.
Fortunately someone, Miss Long she guessed, had had someone driver her car back over from the office, so she didn’t have to call a taxi. She drove downtown, cursing every traffic jam, but from the start, it was obvious she wasn’t going to make it to the office on time. She parked her car below the building and hopped out, half an hour late.
As Madeleine walked through the hallways to Miss Blake’s office, she got a few stares, heard some whispers from the people she passed, both on account of her lateness, but also because by now the office rumor mill had no doubt identified her as the one who’d conducted the negotiations with Miss Long and they could guess the reason for her overly modest attire today.
Nervously, Madeleine opened the door to Leona’s office and stepped inside, remembering the chewing out the last poor girl who’d been more than a few minutes late to work. Across the room, Leona sat at her desk, impassively typing on the computer. As Madeline took her seat, the CEO looked over.
“Good of you to come…don’t worry about the time, I suppose it’s excusable given all that happened last night…and given how well you did.” She continued, ignoring Madeleine’s sigh of relief. “…I have to say, I was very impressed with your performance, and so was Miss Long, judging from what she’s said to me. I pride myself on being able to spot talent, but even still I was surprised how well you held up to an experienced mistress like Miss Long. Thanks to this…” she held up the contract, the one she had forced Hannah to sign, “Our prospects this coming fiscal year are looking very good and it’s in large part thanks to you. I think a promotion might be in order…”
Madeleine perked up at that.
Leona put on a sly grin. “If you accept, you will be put in charge of all future negotiations. Your first one would be in three weeks. We’re submitting a bid with the Zola Corporation from Osaka. I know three other companies have submitted negotiators already. Zola’s Mistress favors the rattan cane, so we’ll focus on that during your training…assuming you accept the position, of course.”
“Of course.” Madeleine said, forcing a smile onto her face. Inside, she cringed. “Damn this job market…” she thought to herself…