Jamie ducked her head over her keyboard and, from the corner of her eye, snuck another look at her office mate. Cynthia looked especially attractive that day. She was wearing a pretty powder blue skirted suit, with a silk scarf encircled her throat and filled her plunging décolletage. Cynthia caught her looking, and smiled to herself as she continued typing--a task made difficult by her long pink fingernails. She extended her great legs past her desk, showing off her sheer stockings and beige high heeled pumps Jamie glanced down at herself, glad that she had worn her sexy grey business dress and patent high heels.
She was about to suggest that they have drinks after work -- what could be wrong with two fashionably-dressed businesswomen having drinks? -- When the door flew open. The two kids who came in could not have been more than twelve or fourteen, but they were trying to look older and tougher, wearing black leather jackets, miniskirts, and high heeled boots.
"This is a stickup?" said the first one. "Don't make a sound? Put your hands up?" She didn't sound too confident.
"Don't be silly, kids," said Jamie. "We can take the both of you. Right, Cynthia?" She glanced at her office mate. To her surprise, Cynthia was holding her hands high in the air.
"They might have guns," the other woman replied. "Let’s do what they say". Surprised at her friend's compliance, Jamie raised her own hands. The older women sat behind their desks with their hands up, facing the younger ones.
"Now what’d we do?" asked the second girl in a whisper. She sounded rattled.
"Uh -- well, I guess we could tie them up?" Replied the first. “Maybe there’s some string around here?” She looked around doubtfully.
'I can break string easily,' thought Jamie. Then Cynthia spoke up.
“There’s some rope in the bottom drawer of that filing cabinet,” she said, resignedly. “You can use that to tie us up.” Jamie gave her friend a look of amazement. Why was she helping these two punks?
The two girls seemed relieved that someone was taking over for them. The first girl opened the drawer. “Wow! There’s lots here! We can really have some fun!” She held up a thick bundle of white clothesline. “Lessee, now…”
“Here,” interjected Cynthia. “Cut off a piece about six feet long – one armspan. Now give it to me. Jamie? Stand up, and put your hands behind your back.” A bit stunned, Jamie did as she had been told. “Now watch,” continued Cynthia, “and after I tie her hands, you can tie me the same way. Double the rope, wrap it around and around the wrists, like this. Then pull one part through the loop, wrap it between the wrists, and cinch it. Tie a square knot, like this. See? Now...” she continued, turning and putting her hands behind her in turn,” wrap it – pull it tighter. Tighter. That’s good. Now, a nice snug knot.” Jamie, standing with her hands tied, couldn’t believe it. Why had that rope been in the cabinet?
Her friend stood patiently, swaying slightly as the young girl tied her. Jamie surreptitiously tested her bonds, hoping that her friend had only tied her loosely. To her consternation, she was helpless.
“Kewl!” exclaimed the first girl, looking over the two bound women. Even her friend looked happier. “You really fell for us! We don’t have any guns or nothing! But now we have you!”
“Yes, dear, you got us,” said Cynthia cynically.
“C’mon – let’s finish tying them up! We’ve got lots of rope left!” The two girls began gleefully cutting off lengths of rope, and using it on their two victims. They wrapped a turn around each woman’s ankles, then pulled to bring their feet together. Then the cord was wrapped around and knotted, leaving them balanced on their high heels. Their legs were next tied at Cynthia’s suggestion, just above the knee. Then their arms were bound to their bodies.
“Take a couple of turns of the free ends between my arms and my body – that snugs it up good.” Cynthia said. Jamie, fighting for balance with her feet tied together, couldn’t believe it.
"Here -- we can keep them quiet with this!" enthused one of the girls, holding up a roll of wide tape. She quickly tore off a piece and went to stick it over Cynthia's mouth.
“Not yet, dear. Do me last. Put it on her!” Before Jamie could open her mouth in protest, a piece of tape had been stuck over her lips. She could only make ‘Mmfffgh’ noises.
“I’d suggest that you put us at opposite sides of the office,” continued Cynthia, “That way, we won’t be able to untie each other easily.” The two girls grabbed Jamie by her bound arms and pulled her, her bound legs dragging, over to one side of the office. They deposited her on the floor, her back against the wall. Her fingers dug into the carpet, and she kicked with her tied feet to scooch up the wall.
“Steady me, and I can get over there”, said Cynthia. She maneuvered carefully, hopping with bound legs, then subsided to the floor. “One last thing. Tie my ankles to my wrists, so that my legs are pulled up. That’s called a ‘hogtie’. Don’t forget to take the scissors with you, and the phone cords so we can’t call for help. Now tape my mouth, and the office is yours!” She smiled as the tape was pressed over her red lips.
The punk girls looked at the two women, lying on the floor bound and gagged. They broke into delighted laughter. The following hour was a humiliation to Jamie. The girls went through their desks, then their purses, digging out money and makeup. They threw files on the floor, raided the modest company liquor stock, played with the computers, tossed the plants onto the carpet, wrote “the bitches are all tied up!” on the wall with whiteboard marker, and generally did as they pleased. Jamie, bound, gagged, and humiliated, could do nothing. The one time she moved, one of them said, “Naughty!” and kicked her with the pointed toe of her high-heeled boot.
Finally one of the girls reached down, unbuttoned her dress, reached in and fondled her breast through her bra. “We’ll be leaving now,” she said, gloatingly. “Thanks ever so much for a really fun afternoon! Cyas!!” The two had the audacity to smile and wave as they left the office, locking the door behind them.
The two women lay still for a moment, then began struggling against their bonds. Jamie kicked her legs, but the ropes around her ankles and knees were tightly cinched. She tugged at the rope binding her chafed wrists, but there, too, the ropes were so tight she couldn’t even twist them. She could just finger the knot above her hands. She looked despairingly over at her office mate. Cynthia was not struggling like Jamie was. She moved within her bonds, but in a slower, more erotic manner. She seemed to be getting off on being bound. Her eyes closed over her gag, she humped her body against the carpeting. She rolled over to her side, moaning slightly, almost as if the ropes were keeping her from pleasuring herself. As Jamie watched, she pressed her fingers up between her legs from behind, obviously trying to reach her sex with her hands tied behind her.
After Jamie had given up trying to free herself, Cynthia rolled back towards her and opened her eyes. She heaved her bound shoulders and sighed. Then she jerked her head, indicating that Jamie should come over to her. Rolling, she began to inch her trussed body across the floor towards her office mate. Jamie lifted her tied legs up toward her breasts, then pressed the edge of her black patent pump against the carpet and forced herself forward. After a painfully long time, she was up to where Cynthia lay face down, her legs jacked up towards the ceiling. Sitting up, she got her fingers on the tape over Cynthia’s mouth. Clawing at the slippery tape, her sweaty fingers missed. Finally, she worked an edge loose and pulled. Cynthia rolled her face away, and she was no longer gagged.
“Good, darling! Now push your hands down as far as you can!” Jamie forced her bound hands downwards. Soon she felt the touch of Cynthia’s lips against her wrists as the hogtied woman began working on the knot binding her with her teeth. Jamie looked down herself, at her patent pumps lashed tightly, at the ropes binding her knees, her skirt riding high up her thighs. She closed her eyes, then gently stretched her fingers to caress Cynthia’s cheek.
Cynthia, grunting with effort, used her white teeth to work at the knot binding Jamie’s hands. Her breasts pressed into the rough carpet as she arched upwards, Glancing to the side, Jamie saw the wicked heels of Cynthia’s pumps next to her shoulder, her bound legs kicking back with the strain , the long pink nails of her bound hands twitching with effort. Jamie pulled at her wrists, but the rope remained frustratingly tight. Then she felt Cynthia pulling away, again and again. There was a loosening – more. She struggled against her bonds. Then Cynthia gasped, and Jamie felt the cord come away. She jerked her hands free!
She quickly ripped the tape from her face, levered herself to her feet, and hopped across the office on her still bound high heels to her phone, but the two punks had taken the wire. She paused than to reach down and untie her ankles and legs, then ran outside to call for help.
Cynthia, lying still hogtied, waited with mounting frustration. Why didn’t she untie her? Finally Jamie returned.
“Darling! Unite me, please!”
“Nope,” replied the free woman, haughtily. “You helped those two. If you hadn’t told them where that rope was, we could’ve broken free easy. I think you were in this with them. You’re gonna stay tied ‘till the cops get here, then they’ll arrest you!”
Cynthia began thrashing madly against her still-tight bonds. “Why you little bitch! You cunt! I work to get you loose, and you go and leave me like this! You ungrateful bit—Mmmmnngh!” Jamie, unable to stand the tirade, had slapped another piece of tape over Cynthia’s mouth.
Half an hour later, Jamie stood, leaning against her desk, flirting shamelessly with the handsomest of the police officers that had come to investigate. She giggled, twirled her hair around one finger, and gently kicked the toe of her shoe against the carpet to show off her legs. The cop, taking notes, was eating it up. Cynthia sat silently in her chair, untied but now handcuffed. Her mouth was still taped – when they had ungagged her, the tirade that had spilled out was so abusive they had put the tape back. She glared daggers at Jamie, who was now brushing lint from the cop’s uniform.
“So – they tied the two of you up, with that rope that ‘just happened’ to be there?”
“Oh yes. It was horrid. So very, very tight. I could only wiggle.” She wiggled a little.
“Hmmmn. Perhaps we should check this. Would you help? Show us exactly how they tied you.
“Well – all right,” she lowered her eyes, and then glanced up under her lashes at him. “First they tied my hands behind my back. Cynthia “– frostily —“told them to double it, wrap it around, and then pull it through. Yes, exactly like that, only a bit tighter. Then they tied my ankles and knees. Yes, just up under my skirt. Like that. Then they tied my arms – no, under my breasts, and they cinched between my arms and my body – oooh, that tickles!” she giggled. Now Jamie was tied up just the way she had been, except that she was propped against her desk. She waved her bound breasts at the cop. “There, you see? How horrid it was. I was all helpless.”
The cop grinned, and in fact all the police in the office were looking at Jamie, where she leant, all tied up. Cynthia, merely handcuffed, was perversely jealous. “Okay, boys,” said the cop, “I think we need to take these two pieces of evidence down to the station!” With that, he effortlessly hoisted Jamie up over his wide, masculine shoulder and toted her outside to the police vehicles. Jamie, her head dangling down, hair falling over her face, felt the point of his shoulder pressing into her sex and began to get wet. Behind her, she heard the click of Cynthia’s high heels as a policewoman conducted the handcuffed prisoner.
Jamie was dumped, none too gently, into the back of a police wagon. Cynthia gingerly entered, stepping high, her skirt riding up. The cop affixed her handcuffs to a ring behind her seat, then knelt and tied her ankles together with a plastic strip. The truck jerked and pulled out. The two women, bound, swaying, looked at each other. Jamie squirmed against the ropes binding her lush body. Cynthia shrugged. Both women realized that they had escaped the girl-punks and their bondage game, only to be re-tied up and at the mercy of some fun-loving cops. The absurdity hit them simultaneously, and they laughed into their gags all the way to the station.
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