Groggily Marie shook her head as she returned to consciousness. The last thing she remembered was the lights going out after she'd sent that email to her boss. Her soon to be ex boss she thought angrily. As she opened her eyes and took in her situation.
For a moment she thought she was still in her office but there were subtle differences. The pictures were gone from her desk and there was what looked like a webcam perched on top of her computer monitor.
Scared now she tried to rise and leave only to discover that not only were her hands shackled to the arms of her chair but her ankles were also shackled together.
"What the fuck?!" she exclaimed struggling hard but finding no give in the restraints. "At least I'm not naked" she thought.
It was then that she realised two additions to her attire.
The first was a cold sensations around her neck which, with growing fear, she realised was a collar.
The second was something equally cold nestled between her legs. Whatever that was it signalled the sexual intent of whoever had taken her and appeared to be strapped in place. A brief period of shuffling about told her that whatever it was it was wedged securely between her legs. It appeared to have two bulges. One nestling between her pussy lips and one pushing no more than an inch into her arse.
Marie struggled vainly for a while more before slumping despondantly in her chair.
Suddenly the screen before her flickered into life. |