Arrested At The Office Pt 02

ARRESTED AT THE OFFICE- PART II

This is a much delayed continuation of a story posted some years ago. Sorry for the delay. To catch up, please read the first installment, about the faux "arrest" of Julia Mulloy, a hot and kinky 30 something business executive, purportedly to generate donations to a local charity. But Julia, who has a secret penchant for bondage and woman-on-woman sex, actually has been hijacked with the assistance of Jean, her long time assistant, who's had a long simmering crush on her boss.

If you have problems with not quite consensual bondage and lesbian sex, please go elsewhere. Otherwise, Enjoy!

Corporate executive Julia Mulloy stewed in the back seat of what she presumed was a police van, her hands restrained behind her by hard steel cuff. Her ankles were wrapped in leather restraints, connected by an 18 inch chain. A leather hood with incorporated gag that blinded her to the current direction of the van. It now seemed headed down one of the local expressways. More disturbing, and frustrating, was the tight strap bisecting her panty-hosed clean shaven folds. Somehow that crotch strap incorporated a vibrator that intermittently pulsed, driving her mounting sexual frustration as she squirmed against her seat. The tightly fastened seat harness assured that she could not find any way to either dislodge that fiendish strap or drive herself to the orgasm she desperately craved.

As she fought off distracting surges of sexual frustration, Julia tried to process how she had ended up in her current predicament. Her "traitorous" assistant, Jean had told her she'd be "arrested" as part of a fundraising event for Children's Hospital, taken to some office downtown, then promptly "bailed out" by friends and associates through their generous tax deductible donations. No big deal, she was assured. "Think of the Children", she was told when expressing reservations.

But then.... the petite lady "arresting officer" who showed up at her office that afternoon had efficiently cuffed her hands, and then gone crazy restraining her, using a wholly superfluous transit belt and ankle hobbles. Then a hood and gag... Overkill!!! She was compelled to do a perp walk through her office, no doubt to the amusement of her staff and colleagues, who must have been smirking at the notion of their hot, young boss and/or co-worker "cut down to size" in such humiliating style. If she knew this would happen she would have worn a pants suit, not a short black skirt that showed off her slim athletic legs!

And then.... When it seemed things could not get even worse, Jean, her assistant, fueled the fire, confessing a long simmering attraction, removing Julia's short black skirt, adding that frustrating crotch strap and, in the process, fondling her stiffening nipples. In the process, Jean disclosed that she knew all about Julia's smutty proclivities, including a bondage fueled relationship with one of the company's lady corporate lawyers in Boston.

How embarrassing!!!

Jean disclosed that her "arrest" actually had been subsidized by a mysterious female "admirer"... WTF? How could what started as just another day at the office go so sideways, and so quickly. As someone who was accustomed to being in control, particularly at work, things were now disturbingly

out

of control! And yet... her sexual frustration was relentlessly mounting. It was more than that nasty little strap and vibrator. Something about her unexpected "kidnapping" was hitting so many of her hot buttons.

She tried to protest to the "officer" at the wheel, helplessly pulling against her restraints, muttering through her gag. The only response she got was "Please be patient M'amm. We will be at our destination in just a few minutes."

Julia's outraged "let me go, RIGHT NOW!" came out as something that sounded like "MURPH....ARCGH....." She could hear her captor snicker, just as the van seemed to exit the expressway. There were a few turns at slower speeds and intermittent stops, presumably at stop signs or traffic lights. Julia could hear traffic nearby, and wondered if other drivers could see her sad plight. Would they laugh, or report this outrage? Probably not the latter if this was really a police van.

Within 10 minutes, the van slowed, then stopped.

"We're here now, M'aam."

But where?

Julia heard the driver open her door, then the van's rear door slid open. Her "arresting officer" freed Julia from her seat harness, then helped the blindfolded Julia alight from the vehicle. Disoriented and blindfolded, Julia wobbled on her heels, aware that she was all to underdressed, in only black tights, white blouse, with hobbled ankles and hands cuffed behind her, a leather hood obscuring her face. If there were any witnesses, they would no doubt see the tight strap bisecting her folds and the damp, aromatic patch darkening her black pantyhose. So embarrassing! But at least they couldn't see her face. A small mercy.

Now finally out of the van, Julia was aware she was in fresh air, birds chirping in the background. She could feel a light breeze on her arms. Outside, but where? Not the downtown office where she was supposedly to be brought before her assistant "bailed her out".

Gripping her right arm, the "officer " guided Julia forward slowly, assuring that Julia would not trip in her ankle restraints.

"Just a short walk now, M'aam".

Julie's protests emerged as garbled grunts and moans as she stumbled forward under the officer's guidance. A door opened. Now her feet were in some sort of carpeting. She imagined being led down a hallway. Maybe 50 feet in all. Through another door. Then positioned against what seemed like... a narrow pillar or post?

"Let's get you fixed", the officer whispered, almost talking to herself. Julia could feel the leather cuffs on her ankle being freed from the connecting chain. But then first her right, then her left ankle were spread about 3 feet apart and attached to some sort of fixtures. She pulled but could no longer bring her legs together. They were separating by maybe 3-4 feet.

Still blinded by the leather hood, she could feel the officer unlock her right handcuff. Her hand and arm still numb from the car ride, she hardly had the strength or force of will to prevent the officer from lifting her right wrist to an overhead position, then, affixing it to some sort of point above and to the right of her head. She tried to fight back as the process was repeated with her left hand, but her lack of leverage and the surprising strength of her captor made her pathetic resistance sadly futile. As the dust settled, the result was a breathless Julia in a rather loose standing spread eagle position. Her half hearted attempts to pull free were, of course, fruitless. While she pulled at her wrist and ankle restraints, Julia felt the belt at her waist being connected to what must have been some sort of pillar or post behind her, pressing her back tightly against it. She was going nowhere, and not fast.

The "officer" let out a low laugh at Julia's frustrated effort to break free. "If you are done, I can take off that hood now, M'aam." That, at least, would be progress, so Julia relaxed into her restraints. Fingers fiddled with the zipper at the back of her hood. Soon it was gently lifted off her head. But as Julia blinked away the sweat that had pooled on her forehead and attempted to shake loose her dark matted hair, the officer quickly replaced the gag incorporated in her hood with some sort of plug, tasting of leather. A connecting strap and buckle applied at the back of her head effectively silenced her once again, before Julia had any meaningful chance to articulate her outrage.

But at least Julia could see again.

What she saw was disorienting at best. She found herself in a spacious room. Brick walls on the two sides she could see in her restrained position. In front of her was a large floor to ceiling picture window. The view was of a meticulously groomed garden sloping down a hillside. In the distance she saw the wide, winding river that formed River City's southern boundary. For what it was worth, it seemed a beautiful sunny spring day, with pleasure boats and barges competing for space on the shimmering blue water.

"Wait, I've seen this view before", Julia thought to herself. One of those mansions in a posh neighborhood, not far from her own, but far more modest digs. River views in town came at a premium, and something was all too familiar about this view. A party? A benefit? A wedding reception? Political fundraiser? Because of their jobs and community involvement, she and her husband were on the social circuit that might have checked any of those boxes in recent years.

"

"Think, Julia", she commanded herself, all the while squirming against her restraints. It was at that moment that the small vibrator between her legs kicked on again, at the slow burn pace that had tormented her on the drive here. She couldn't help flexing her hips forward to seek further stimulation, but with sadly unsatisfying results.

Then it came to her. "It's HER house. "Riverside" or some such.

Cynthia fucking Ramsdale

..... I am totally screwed".

To be continued.