Working late again, but still it wasn't going to last for much longer. She allowed herself a samll smile as the phone rang.

"Yes, it's all set" she said to the caller on the other end "Don't worry out future is safe. Pick me up in 2 hours and our new life awaits us." As she put the phone down, she allowed herself to drift off to the carribean isle where they would be spending the rest of their life, financed by the company she had slaved for, getting no tanks whatsoever.

"Serves them right, bastards" she muttered to herself. Her train of thought was broken when she heard someone outside the office. "He's got here early" she thought to herself "Come in, you silly sod..... you're early"

 

She recoiled in horror as a man wearing a balaclava came into the room. Involuntarily she started off the chair.

"Sit your arse on that chair Girl" he said to her as he walked around the table

"Who are you? What do you want?" was all she could think to ask. From his long coat he pulled out lewngths of black rope.

 

Wendy put her hand out to stop him, but he just powered straight through it, catching her hand and twisting her hand behind the chair she was sat on. She felt the rope coil around her wrist tightly.

"Give me your other hand" he commanded. She could see she had no option but to do as she was told.

"Please, you don't have to do this to me, I'll behave myself, I promise", but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He wrappped more rope around her breasts, smiling with pleasure through his mask. Then he started work on her legs, tying her ankles then her knees to the chair. As he stood back, admiring his work, she tried to wriggle, testing her bonds. She was going nowhere.

"I know for a fact that you have been a naughty little girl" he said as he started rooting through the desk. "Somewhere in here you have lots of cash stashed. I want it and you are going to tell me where it is"

Wendy allowed herself a little smile. There was no way he was going to find the cash. The carribean isle future was not going to slip out of her grasp. All of a sudden she felt dismay as he looked up at the ceiling tiles and noticed one was slightly out of line

"No" she cried, letting out all the frustration as she knew she had been rumbled. "You can't take my money, you bas.....mmph" as she was gagged with a bit gag. he buckled the gag tightly, until all she could do was breathe raggedly through her nose. She strained helplessly, but knew there was no way that she could stop him. He pulled the table over and climbed up onto it. Deftly, he removed the tile and pulled out a sportsbag. All wendy could do was buck and wriggle in desperation as he opened the gag and looked at her money.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about" he said sarcastically. "I am going to leave you now, but I really must thank you for your great dishonesty. Still, you'll be able to keep your job, you high flier, you." He started towards the door, and then thought of something.

"I can't leave you tied up like that, can I ?" he said . " I got a much better idea of what we can do with you............