A Case Of The Mondays

Mondays. Am I right? The weekends are too short and the work week feels more like a work month. Of course it all gets even more complicated when your Monday contains a week's worth of backlog, missed meetings and a hundred emails and voicemails. It's great to get away for a week, but the return is an absolute bear. You take your coffee into your office and push aside the work awaiting your attention. The computer slowly boots up as you sip your Choco latte and begin checking voicemails. Luckily you've not accumulated anything terribly pressing but you did miss the staff meeting again. "Fuck em" you murmur and click Outlook.The usual business threads and ass kissing emails you get every week. However one email does stand out. It's a Gmail address but the name is unknown.

HELLO NICOLE REMEMBER ME? you click the attached file and gasp immediately. It's a photo of a man with his cock laying on his tablet. A thick gob of his aftermath covers the image on the tablet. It's you wearing a ballgag staring straight into the camera. You feel your stomach drop as if you were on a roller coaster and the track was leading straight down.You practically leap out of your office chair when someone knocks. You quickly close your email and try to gather your composure. "Come in Lizzie." "Hi Nic, sorry if I startled you." "Oh not at all, what's up?" Just a question about a couple invoices that's all." Lizzie was talking and gesturing, you even straightened out the problem, but your mind was miles away. How did he get your email? Does he know who you are? You spend the next hour replaying your TUMBLR activities. Lots of flirting and teasing but nothing out of the ordinary. Of course posting selfies of yourself topless and gagged with different bondage gear, isn't exactly ordinary.

You take a gulp of your coffee wishing it were something very alcoholic and resume your work. Every so often you scan the outer office completely certain everybody saw the email. Nobody had of course, just healthy paranoia on your part. The day dragged on interminably, every few minutes your mind drifted to the email. If he has your email, maybe he DOES have your coworkers emails as well. Even worse, maybe your boss's. Just then your phone rings but they hang up right after you say your name. FUCK! Your mind races trying to null out the events of the day. You check your watch, grab your bag but a new email arrives. LETS REVIEW A FEW THINGS SHALL WE NICOLE? I HAVE YOUR WORK EMAIL AND YOUR OFFICE PHONE. I KNOW WHERE YOU WORK AS WELL. WANT TO KEEP ME QUIET? DON'T FUCKING MOVE FROM YOUR SEAT. I'LL COME TO YOU.

Now what? You consider calling the police, or maybe go to your boss. Either way you're going to be fired. The attention and office scandal would be too much. The glass walls of your office suddenly feel as close as a phone booth. Slowly the office begins to trickle out. It's 5:00pm and soon enough everybody will be gone. You pretend to keep working, staying late wasn't unusual especially when trying to get caught up from vacation. By six you're the only one left on the entire floor. At least that's what you thought."Hello Nicole." "Matt, I thought you left already. I'm just finishing up, go home I'll be fine." He just stood in your doorway smiling. "Strip Nicole." "Wha..." Suddenly everything made sense. Creepy Matt was actually creepy after all. A hell of a lot more than creepy it turns out. "Stand up and remove your clothes. I won't ask again."

You try to meet his eyes but it's like staring head on at the sun. Once again your heart begins bouncing crazily in your chest. Slowly and unsure, you stand up. Your hands rise to your blouse and begin unbuttoning the white top. He smirks when you drop it on your chair. "Skirt next." The charcoal black pencil skirt slowly slides down your legs. Instinctively you cover up as much as possible. "Hands at your sides. I want to see you. Turn around and show me your slutty body Nicole." Now your eyes are fully downcast as you spin around like a whore. "Smile!" You hear the clicking of photos being taken.

"You are a piece of ass Nicole." A few more clicks then he stops and fiddles with his briefcase. "Hands behind your back and turn away." Reality ceases to exist. He handcuffs your wrists and produces a ballgag much like the one you wore when everything was just a fun game of internet teasing. "Open wide." The words barely escape his mouth as he pulls the ball to your lips and works it into your mouth. The strap is pulled very tight and buckled. "Relax Nicole it's me Matt. Just pretend you're in your bedroom teasing us pervy strangers. Your fingers between your legs tickling your pink center. The gag in your mouth is so exciting and kinky. You probably cum imagining someone tying you up and ravaging you. Well now it's real. Very fucking real!"

He smiles that evil grin again and grabs your hair. He bends you over your desk and pulls down your panties. He works his dark blue pants down to his ankles and places his cock at your entrance. "You should've listened to me more Nicole I had good ideas. I could've helped you run the office.Now it's too late." In one fast motion he kicks your ankles farther apart and plants his cock deep into your pussy. You can hardly breathe with your chest crushed against the top of your desk. The fat ballgag forces you to breathe through your nose which is jammed against your desk calendar.

One hand in your hair pulls your head back taut. He slams in and out of you with his other hand unhooking your bra and dragging his nails down your back. Thin red scratches crisscross your flesh. His deep angry thrusts pummel your pussy. In and out faster and faster. You close your eyes trying to circumvent your impending orgasm. You absolutely can not give him the satisfaction of making you cum against your will. Unfortunately his cock and your clit rub together like kindling starting a fire. You scream into the gag both the filthy orgasm and your humiliation. Moments later he grunts and shoots his own finish deep into you. Just as he pulls back you spin around and kick him between his legs. You run past him awkwardly in your heels and with your hands locked behind you.

The darkened office area can only hide you for so long. You'll have to get to the outer stairs. You kneel down behind an office chair, your breathing is labored and drool is running down your chest. You try to scan for him without giving away your location. The doors to the stairs are close but obviously he knows that it's your only escape route. You hear his footsteps walk past you, the door opens and then silence. Is he gone or just setting a trap? The muscles in your legs are burning from kneeling in your heels. Fluid drips down your inner thighs from his cock raping you. Slowly you try to stand up cloaked in the darkness.

You can see the door, it's closed and he's not there, at least you think he's not there. You can't decide what to do until you realize that you're in Charlie's little office. You turn your back to his phone and lift up the receiver. You try to punch 911 and hit the speaker on his phone. Just a busy signal. FUCK! You hang up and try to punch 9 first then 911. But you accidentally drop the receiver and the whole phone hits the carpet. Your hands are clumsy from the tight cuffs and the lack of good circulation. FUCK FUCK FUCK. The noise of the phone clanging against the side of the desk and hitting the carpet makes you scream into the ballgag.You look around again and make a run for the stairs. It's your only choice now.

You get the knob turned and you spin round onto the stairwell. There is at least two flights to the main building lobby below. You slowly start navigating the stairs, you can't use the railing and your heels are making a racket, the echos they make on the cement surely can be heard throughout the entire stairwell. Finally you reach the landing and turn to the next set of stairs when he leaps from the darkness and tackles you. "Going somewhere bitch. It's a good thing your kick missed the mark otherwise you'd be tumbling down these stairs until your neck snapped." He grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back. He sticks his tongue on the outline of your lips and drags it across the wet gag. "Let's go Nicole, we have much to do." He's leading you down the stairs forcing you to keep a pace that keeps you off balance. "You look rather sexy Nicole, your tits bounce nicely, and oh those lips if yours!"Finally you reach the main lobby doors. How is he going to get you outside without anybody noticing? Then you see the luggage rack and the oversized garment bag. FUCK!

"Well would you look at that Nicole. Your very own body bag. Don't worry though, I'm told it's perfectly breathable." A roar of laughter filled the empty lobby. With a yank of your hair he gets you onto your knees, and then on your stomach. The cold marble floor presses against your ribs as he works heavy cuffs on your ankles and then pulls up your legs so your hands and feet meet at the small of your back. Another sound of steel clattering and then he stands up admiring his work. "Damn Nicole, I bet you've never been hogtied like this. Kind of necessary if I'm going to get you crammed into the bag."You can't move a muscle much less escape the bag he starts stuffing you in. You manage a few strangled squeals but the dye is cast when the zipper seals you up inside. You feel him lift you onto the carriage and then wheel you into the dark of night. The enclosed space terrifies you, claustrophobia is next. The bumps and bangs finally end and you hear a trunk open and then you're lifted and dumped inside.

The door slams shut and you bellow through the ballgag knowing full well it's too late. Minutes later another door opens and closes and then the sensation of movement. The dread you feel is enormous. Perhaps another hour passes until the car slows and stops. Once again the trunk opens and you're pulled out like a giant suitcase. The crunch of gravel and the growing chill of the winter night is all you know. Keys fumble and then the sound of a deadbolt unlocking. Dumped on the floor you feel the heat of a fireplace immediately, and then the bag slowly unzips, light begins to fill the inside of the bag. You can breathe real air for the first time in..."Greetings Nicole, glad you could make it."

You try to focus your eyes laying on your side. You squint and then gasp. At least five of your direct reports and other co-workers stare back at you. "Welcome home bitch!"You see Charlie in front gawking at you, his prick dangling side to side. You can't help but think back to hiding at his desk, trying to call for help. The irony chokes bitterly. "Settle down everybody, Nicole has had a trying couple of hours so let's take it easy on her." Matt laughs at his statement as he props you onto your knees. He unhooks the hogtie so you can at least balance on your knees.

You feel him picking at the buckle of your ballgag and then pulling it out along with a mess of drool and spittle. "Line up, I believe Charlie goes first." Too tired to even fathom what is happening, you simply sit still as he plows his cock into your mouth. No fanfare whatsoever, just angry thrusts. His face doesn't even resemble the man you talked to at lunch sometimes. The corny jokes and nervous mannerisms nothing but a facade of the real man fucking your throat. His eyes black and menacing, bug out from the feeling of your throat full of his dick. He furiously pumps his cock in and out as you choke and gag. His saggy balls slap your chin until he stiffens and sends his cum down your throat. You sputter but manage to swallow the load without vomiting.

You try to gather yourself and regulate your breathing. Your hands and feet numb, your knees aching. You see Obi Topin step up. His cock resembles a billy club, long hard and black. His accent always made him difficult to understand, but otherwise he was quite pleasant. Or so you thought.