The
last thing I remember was trying to run out of the office, but
getting chloroformed instead.
It
isn't easy being the secretary of a villain. On one hand, you have to
be effective as a secretary and on the other you have to be discreet
about things and make an effort not to learn too much about the boss'
dealings. Knowing too many things makes a villain’s secretary a
liability...and if your boss is a villain, your severance package
usually involves an unpleasant death if he thinks you know too much.
So,
when he called me in and looked sad, I had a hint that I was in
trouble. My boss and I had a good working relationship. I dressed in
black, a little slutty, but not over the top. Like today. Black,
business dress, black blouse underneath the jacket, skirt just above
the knees, dark hose and heels. Underneath, I always wear black
lace...my boss likes black lace, he says it was a good contrast with
the white ropes he would bind me with when he was feeling stressed
out...
After
asking a couple of questions of me, I realized that I had learned a
little too much. He shook his head sadly and told me I was
terminated. Which, in my line of business, has a more sinister
meaning. I turned and made for the door, but one of his henchmen was
already prepared: he let get past before grabbing me, pinning my arms
to my side with one beefy appendage and with the other, slapped the
sweet-smelling hankie over my mouth and nose. I struggled, but I knew
it was over when I started going numb and my vision blurred. I think
I whimpered a little when I went black....
When I
woke up, I kept my eyes closed. Coming out of a chloroform stupor is
never fun. Once you get through the headache, you area little
nauseous, which gives way to a few minutes of wonkiness. I was at
the part of getting though the wonkiness.
I
finally let my eyes slowly open. I was looking up at a blue sky. My
head was resting on something hard. I started to lift my hand to rub
my eyes but couldn't; they were tied behind me. It felt like rope. I
started to pull up my legs but they didn't even move. I looked down
and saw that my ankles were also tied with rope. White rope. And then
I saw what they were tied to; a metal rail. And that is when I knew
my boss decided to go the old fashioned way.
I was
tied to train tracks.
I took
stock of my situation. Being the secretary of villain requires a
certain set of skills: escapology being one of them. I wasn't too
bad. Given the right situation, I could get out of most ties. But my
boss knew that, so he did the job right.
Not
only were my ankles bound together and then bound to the tracks, and
my hands tied behind me, but there were also white rope bindings
above and below my knees. Also, as I tried moving my wrists and arms
around, I discovered that my arms were heavily bound together, and
that there were lengths of white rope above and below my chest,
pinning my bound arms to my back. And the last restraint was the rope
around my neck, binding it to the other rail. I had limited movement.
I could turn a little from side to side and that was it.
That's
when I yelled for help. You never know if someone is around. Odds are
they won't know that I am a villain's secretary, but a damsel in
distress. Which, technically, I was, but that term is usually
reserved for the cute, beautiful, virgin types. I'm not a virgin...
As I
yelled, I realized that I was also gagged. The sound came out
muffled. Running my tongue inside my mouth quickly revealed a
ballgag. It fit comfortably. The bastard probably used my favorite,
chewed up red one. But over top of that was cloth, silk actually.
Pulled tight over my mouth, pressing into my cheeks.
I
sighed, relaxed, and tired to find any looseness in my bindings.
After a minute, I didn't find any. I was starting to get worried. I
had no idea when the next train was coming. There wasn't anyone
around to untie me and the gag was fairly effective. I pulled and
twisted a little, but gave up. I was really tied up tight.
As I
laid there, wondering what to do, I heard voices and gravel
crunching. They came closer and sounded excited. As they got near, I
could understand what they were saying and it was clear it was about
me...I was saved!!!
Three
bikes pulled up and the three boys sat there, looking at me. I tired
to communicate with them, but the gag was in the way and I was hoping
they would remove it so I could tell them to rescue me. Instead, the
looked at me and one of them pulled out his cell. I thought he was
going to call the police, which at this point, was very much fine
with me as long as I got untied and off the tracks before a train
came.
One of
the boys asked the one with the cell, “Is it her?”
“Yeah,
it is her!!! Cool!”
He
showed his cell to his friends and they got really excited with it.
Somehow, they recognized me. I'm not sure how, secrecy is the prime
weapon and defense a villain has and it goes to those who work for
him. I gave the one with the cell a puzzled look.
He held
up a hand, “We're big fans of yours!! Hope you don't mind, but
we're going to get some selfies with you and then we'll leave before
the photographer comes back, so we won't be in the way!”
He took
pictures on his cell of his friends and I. They would lay down next
to me, pose and the other kid would take a few pictures. Finally,
when the last kid gave his cell to one of his friends, he lay down,
kissed my gagged cheek and squeezed my breast as his friend snapped
away.
I
squealed and tried to move to so I could somehow kick or punch him,
but, it was a useless gesture. He apologized and told me how big fans
they were of mine. To prove it, he got his cell back, tapped on it,
brought up a website and showed it to me.
My boss
had been selling pictures and videos of his stress-relief bondage
sessions with me as the star. Fucking asshole....
Enough
was enough and I tried to tell the kids who somehow had access to
bondage porn to get me untied. But they just got on their bikes,
thanked me for the selfies and rode away. I screamed after them, and
they just waved.
I
started to pant. I was getting really scared. I was alone again,
expertly bound and gagged and I had no idea when the train would
come. I took me a moment to realize that the rails were thrumming a
little. My eyes grew wide in fear: the train was coming.
I
struggled against the ropes. I twisted my shoulders around, tried
pulling on my legs, I strained and tugged hard. I was screaming for
help into my gag the whole time. My heart started to race, I tuned my
head a little and saw the glint of moving metal coming towards me; I
had a few minutes of life left.
I
moaned “no” over and over into my gag as my struggles were just
panicked jerks against the ropes. My eyes wouldn't leave that glint
of metal that kept getting a little bit bigger. I struggled to get up
but only managed to choke myself a little. That's when I went into
all panic mode and was just screaming and struggling.
And
then there was a shadow over me. A beautiful woman stood over me,
smiling at me. Dressed in black leather, blonde hair pile don her
head, blue, feline eyes looking down at me. Behind her was two men.
“You
seem to be in trouble.”
I
nodded quickly.
“I
was at your old boss' place. I was hoping to see you there. I really
love the stuff he posted online of you. You look good in white ropes,
but I think red is a better color for you.”
I
closed my eyes. Took a deep breath. And screamed at her to get me
untied.
“Yeah,
I would, but I should tell you a couple of things first. Number one;
your boss is no longer in charge. I am.”
What
she meant was that she had him killed. Given that he had sold
pictures and video of me bound and gagged and made money off of it
and that he decided to tie me to train tracks to get mangled by
train...not mourning his passing was ok. I mmmphed to the villainess
standing above me and made urgent, struggling movements because the
train was coming closer now.
“Yes,
yes, I know. The train is coming. But I just have one last thing to
say, a question really. I need a new secretary. I've always liked
your work, including the sexy bondage stuff. That will be part of
your duties if you work for me. There's some other things you will
need to do for me as well. You would be a slave as well as a
secretary...we can over the details later. Now, just nod if you would
like to work with me.”
We both
looked to the right as the train whistle sounded. The train was VERY
close.
She
looked back down at me, “Of course, if you don't, I would
understand, but then I would have to leave you here. So...what will
it be?”
The
train was less than a hundred yards away. I screamed and nodded my
head as quickly and as often as I could.
She
made a gesture at me, “Boys, if you will...”
They
bent down, blades flicking out and cut the rope at my neck and ankle
that were binding me to the rails. Otherwise I was still bound and
gagged. The villainess reached down, grabbed me and hefted me over
her shoulder and walked off the tracks just as the train whipped by.
I was
surprised that she was carrying me. I'm a small and light person, so
that wasn't the surprise that she could lift me, it was just that she
wanted to lift me up instead of one of her henchmen. As we made our
way to a parking lot that had a limo parked in it, she reached up and
smacked my bottom.
I made
a gagged, cooing sound and let my eyes go half-mast. As she carried
me to the limo, I decided that I liked my new boss.....hopefully she won't post everything online...
