A Slut Learns Her Place

Looking up from my computer, I realized I was alone in the office once again. There was a deadline looming, and I’d been working my ass off. But judging by the empty desks all around me, I seemed to be the only one willing to put in the extra hours to complete the project. I suppose it was my own problem. I wasn’t your average paper pusher by any stretch of the imagination. With my long, tousled blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim hourglass figure, it’s easy to say that I’ve never been taken seriously at any job I’ve held. In a corporate world of men in suits, I stuck out like a sore thumb, and my colleagues never let me forget it. As a result, I frequently ended up working harder than all of them combined, struggling to prove my value as an employee, not just as a piece of ass. All I wanted was to be respected.

My watch beeped, indicating it was now 1:00AM. I yawned, and reluctantly gathered my things to leave. I pulled on my high heels that I’d stored under my desk, and I walked out of the office, locking it as I left. Halfway, to my car, I realized I’d forgotten my blazer jacket. But carrying my box full of files, and juggling my car keys, I decided it wasn’t worth the extra trip to go back. I quickened my pace, motivated by the cool breeze biting at the bare skin revealed by my lacy tanktop. In the darkness, I blushed, glad that no one around to see my nipples harden in the cold.

When I finally reached my car, parked a few spots away from the nearest streetlight, I sighed in relief. There was something slightly creepy about walking alone in an empty parking lot in the dark hours of the night. I propped the files against my car, and fumbled for the keys. In the shadows, it was difficult to find what I was looking for. Finally, I had the keys in hand, and reached to unlock the door to the backseat. It was a struggle to simultaneously open the door and balance the files against my hip, but somehow, I managed. With the door open, I bent over to set the heavy box in the back seat. I congratulated myself on managing to make it this far without dropping them, and I ducked back outside the car, pulling my skirt back into place.

When I turned to open the driver side door, my hand brushed against something. I glanced to my left and screamed when I saw the outline of a large man in the shadows. Quickly, I tried to open the door, but he grabbed my wrist, and pushed me up against the car. My keys dropped, and I struggled to move under his weight, screaming louder this time.

Suddenly, a second pair of hands reached around from my right and pressed a large piece of duct tape across my lips. I tried, in vain, to scream, but it just sounded like muffled moaning. I continued struggling, but I could barely move. I felt the second pair of hands brush against the bare skin of my calves, and I froze. Duct tape was wrapped tightly around them, binding my legs together. Tears were running down my face, and I kept screaming from behind the tape covering my mouth.

I felt laughter, and warm breath against my neck.

“You know, all that moaning is really turning me on, baby. Your coworkers said you were a frigid ice queen, but the way you’re carrying on, I think you’re enjoying this.”

Panic rose in my chest. How did he know my coworkers?

“That’s right, honey, I was hired by a few of your office mates to show you your place. They’re sick of you walking around in your skirts and heels, impressing the boss, and never giving any of them the time of day.”

He laughed again. “Looks like you should have just had dinner with one of the poor bastards. Would have been easier on you. But not as fun for me, that’s for sure. And I’m going to have fun with you, bitch, you can count on that”

Suddenly, he pulled my wrists behind my back, and they too were secured with duct tape. A blindfold was tied roughly over my eyes, and he opened the door to the backseat, shoving me in onto the floor. A blanket was tossed over me, and the door was closed. He got into the front seat and started the car, and I heard the passenger door open. The second assailant got in, and I was surprised to hear a woman’s voice when she spoke to him as he started the car.

“Mmm, baby, this is going to be so fun. Our last projects haven’t been nearly as sexy. Do we have to give her back?”

Although I couldn’t see her, her voice was sweet and velvet smooth, and sounded like it belonged to a gorgeous face. I shuddered to think of a woman being so enthusiastic about kidnapping another woman.

The man answered swiftly. “Of course we have to give her back. We don’t get paid if we keep the bitch. But don’t worry, baby, you’ll get all the time in the world to play with our new toy. In the meantime, you know what to do.”

Something sharp entered my thigh, and at once, I started to feel drowsy.
The woman’s whispered voice was the last thing I heard before I passed out.