Irate Scientist | chapmagne, moaned | free bondage stories

Friday evening, Gloria Prescott was working late in her office at the Bayshore Biotechnical Institute. It had been a productive week. Her work was under budget, her assistants weren't botching experiments, and to cap it off, she had just been awarded command of a prestigious research project sponsored by Yamanouchi Pharmaceuticals, an influential Japanese drug company. Life was good for the newest and youngest scientist at the Institute.

There was a tap on the door. "May I come in?" a female voice trilled.

It was Jane Winters, another scientist at the Institute. Jane was a bitter rival; besting her in the competition for the Yamanouchi grant had made the victory all the sweeter. Gloria contemplated the newcomer warily, wondering what she wanted.

Jane stood with her hands behind her back; abruptly she pulled them out to reveal a bottle of champagne and two flutes. "To the victor go the spoils," she shrugged. "You beat me fair and square. Care for some champers?"

"How kind of you! Come in, sit down." Gloria cleared printouts from a chair. Inwardly she was fuming. It was late. Everyone else had already left. She wanted to finish her e-mail and go home. But she supposed the mature thing to do was to act gracious and play along with Jane's pathetic little gesture.

Jane seated herself regally and arranged the glasses on Gloria's desk. They were crystal, not the cheap glass stuff Gloria had at home. Jane had been at the Institute longer, and had a better office and a higher salary. That could change, Gloria thought with satisfaction, as she watched Jane peel off the foil and unwrap the wire. It was expensive champagne. Jane was older, and farther along in her scientific career, but Gloria was coming up fast. And they both knew it.

Jane's crimson nails were hypnotic in the dim evening light. The cork popped. She poured two glasses with a flourish and handed one to Gloria.

"Cheers." The women clinked glasses and sipped.

The silence that followed made Gloria nervous. Despite her professional accomplishments, she was awkward and shy in social situations. Impulsively she took another sip of champagne. Alcohol relaxed her, and helped her play social games.

Peeking through her glasses, she contemplated her rival. It was casual Friday, and Gloria had taken advantage of the relaxed dress code to wear jeans and a sweater, like the nerdy grad student she was at heart. Jane, however, looked chic in an aggressive black leather miniskirt, iridescent blue silk blouse, and haughty gold jewelry. It was only clothes, Gloria told herself, but somehow the difference in style made her feel inferior. She tried to think of something to say that would put her on an equal footing, but everything that came to mind seemed inane and immature.

Jane, for her part, seemed to have forgotten why she came. Moodily she twirled her flute and watched the bubbles, apparently oblivious to the effect she was having on the younger woman. Suddenly she looked up, with a piercing stare that made Gloria flinch. "Have you decided how you're going to approach the project?" she asked.

Shop talk? Suddenly on guard, Gloria sipped champagne to stall for time as she tried to compose a noncommittal answer. Her thoughts were sluggish. She blinked. The twilight office seemed to be clouding up. Jane's face looked blurry.

Gloria tried to speak, but her lips were numb.

The flute in her hand was so heavy she had to put it down. So tired…

The last thing she remembered was falling forward onto her desk, the clutter of white paper coming up fast. Then darkness.

Gloria awoke, gradually and incoherently, as if her mind were a deck of cards being flipped over, one at a time, randomly.

Her nose tickled. She opened her eyes, and found her cheek was pressed against the carpet. The tickling sensation was carpet dust. Reflexively she tried to sit up, and discovered she couldn't.

Her head swirled. Gloria closed her eyes and tried to organize her thoughts. When she opened her eyes again, she realized was lying on the floor in her office. It was night outside; some time must have passed.

"Welcome back, darling," Jane cooed.

A pair of red high heels appeared in front of her face. Gloria blinked. They were female in their delicate openness, their insolent flippancy, but somehow scary and ominous. Jane's toenails were painted the same threatening crimson as her fingernails. Gazing at them from four inches away, Gloria felt intimidated.

Rotating her neck, Gloria looked upward, along a pair of long muscular legs, past a heavy leather belt, domineering bosom, to the face of the other scientist peering down cruelly.

"What… What happened?" Gloria said, stupidly. "Did I faint?"

"No, darling. You ingested a tasteless, odorless sedative I put in your drink. It knocked you out."

The other woman stepped around behind her. Assaying her situation, Gloria was shocked to realize that she had been undressed. In fact, she was nude. Her sensitive breasts and delicate skin were pressed against the scratchy rug. But she was unable to do anything about it because her arms were fastened behind her back, forearm against forearm. She couldn't see what bound them, but from the flat sticky feel she suspected duct tape. Enough duct tape to bind her arms into a rigid bundle. Her legs were useless too. It felt as if her lower legs had been folded against the thighs and taped at the ankles. She could wiggle her toes, but that was the extent of her mobility. A turtle on its back would have been more agile.

Baffled by the sudden change in her situation, Gloria lay quietly, trying to gather her wits. She watched Jane gather up the champagne bottle and flutes and stride out the door. The phrase "disposing of the evidence" came to mind.

Gloria contemplated the open door wistfully. No point yelling for help. The Institute typically cleared out by 6 p.m. Judging from the darkness, it was after 8. The building would be completely deserted. Except for her and her captor.

Captor? That was a scary word. Thinking frantically, Gloria decided to treat this as a practical joke. Maybe she could jolly her way out of this bind.

When Jane returned, Gloria grinned like a fool. "What is this?" she burbled brightly. "Some sort of initiation ritual? Gosh, you sure are a kidder. Good thing I can take a joke."

"Aren't you adorable?" Jane said coldly. "No, my dear, I'm not initiating you. I'm kidnapping you."

"Kidnapping me? Why?" Gloria tried to keep her tone light and merry, but there was a nervous quaver in her voice.

"I think that's fairly obvious. I desperately need that grant, to keep my career alive. When you disappear, the Director won't want to lose Yamanouchi's business, so he'll give the project to me."

"That's despicable!"

"That's business, love."

Gloria panicked. Yelling for help, she rocked back and forth, straining against the tape holding her. Jane watched her futile struggles calmly, a superior smirk on her face. Embarrassed, Gloria fell silent and forced herself to lie still. She was wrapped up like a Christmas package. "Can't we work something out?" she pleaded.

"No, I don't think so. Plus, there's the personal angle."

"Personal?"

"I want you, darling. I've been watching you since you started here. Batting those green eyes at the Director. Tossing your long chestnut brown tresses. It's going to be great to own you. I have a place in the country, you see. Very private. You and I are going to have a lot of fun there. Well, maybe not you, but I certainly will!"

She squatted and ran her hand along Gloria's back and down her spine. Gloria was proud of her flawless skin (not one molecule of cellulite!), her smooth round bottom, wasp waist, toned legs. But she wanted to be the one who chose what to reveal, and when. She bit her lip, trying not to react, as Jane fondled her buttocks, ran her hand along her inner thigh. For some odd reason, being rendered helpless and vulnerable was making her sex moisten. "They'll miss me! You won't get away with this!" she blustered.

"Oh, I think I will. A few clues here, a note about personal problems there… You wouldn't be the first researcher to respond to the stress of a promotion by bugging out. It will be very convincing. Especially when the Institute finds the backdated e-mail I plant in your computer."

Helpless, Gloria watched her captor collect the clothes strewn around the office and stuff them into a plastic bag. She held up lacey pink panties and winked. "You won't be needing these," she said, tossing them into the bag with the jeans and sweater. "I like my girl-toys nude. Nude, spread-eagled, and ready for play."

Gloria licked her lips and tried to think. Lying on the floor with her limbs folded up made her feel infantile. If she quit fighting and went passive, she was doomed. But what could she do? The only part of her that was free to move was her mouth.

"Let's split the grant," she proposed.

"No, darling, the Institute has a policy. One project, one director. The board chose you. So I'm afraid you'll have to bow out."

Jane knelt and arranged gag materials with the precision of a surgeon laying out scalpels and hemostats. Gloria buried her face in the carpet. Jane grabbed her long hair and yanked her head up. Gloria clenched her jaw determinedly. Jane reached under her chest and squeezed a nipple. When Gloria opened her mouth to scream, Jane jammed in a wad of white cloth, probably torn from a lab coat. Gloria tried to turn her face away, but Jane methodically packed her mouth until her cheeks bulged, then plastered her face with duct tape. Her callousness was terrifying. No coaxing or cajoling. She sealed Gloria's mouth as coolly and efficiently as she'd ram a cork into a test tube.

"That's better," she grinned, smoothing the tape over Gloria's cheeks. "I don't want to hear any annoying screams while I'm taking you home. I need to concentrate on driving safely." She cocked her head. "Still, I should test the gag. Make sure it works."

With an evil grin, she ran a red nail along the sole of Gloria's bare right foot. An electric shock coursed through Gloria's body. She tried to squirm away, but the older woman sat on her back to pin her down. "Kitchee kitchee coo," she laughed, her nails flitting over her captive's sensitive feet.

"Mmmm! nnnnnn! gggnnnhhhh!"

"Come on. Louder!" She tickled both feet simultaneously.

"Enenene! nnnmmmmhhh!" Gloria struggled to buck her off.

"Perfect," Jane preened. "I can barely hear you in the open. When you're nicely crated, no one will."

"Nnnnn," Gloria moaned.

"Now don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a minute."

The instant Jane left the office, Gloria peered around, frantically considering her options for escape.

A cup on her desk held a letter-opener and a pair of scissors. They might as well have been atop Mt. Everest. Besides, in addition to taping her arms, something had been done to her hands. It felt as if Jane had taped them into fists before immobilizing her arms, so she couldn't use her nails to tear free.

Looking under the desk, Gloria saw the cord of the telephone dangling down on the other side. Perhaps she could scoot over, nudge the cord with her head, pull it down into reach. Then what? Dial the emergency number with her nose? It was a long shot, but for lack of a better plan, Gloria tried. By working her shoulders and pushing with alternate knees, she was able to creep an inch or two. She halted, frustrated. Too slow. It would take too long to work her way around the desk.

Could she roll? She rocked her legs from side to side to work up momentum, managed to roll on her side, and hit her head on the desk. She'd gone about a foot when she heard Jane's heels clicking down the corridor.

The scientist returned pushing a sturdy case of the sort used to ship large specimens. It was three feet long, two feet wide, and two feet high. Heavy plastic, its corners and seams reinforced with metal. It rolled on wheels. Perfect for transporting a prisoner, as her rival had clearly calculated. How long had she been skulking around preparing this? Gloria reviewed her memory, wondering if there'd been a sign she should have noticed. "Don't worry, darling. I drilled plenty of air holes just for you. I don't want my precious specimen to suffocate before I get her home."

Jane opened the lid and turned the trunk on its side. She rolled Gloria in, then tipped it back upright. Gloria found herself lying on her side, curled up like a shrimp. Had her limbs been free she could have easily escaped, but tied up in a ball there was absolutely nothing she could do. The interior was padded with foam, so it wasn't uncomfortable, but sense of being trapped was overwhelming. She felt like a morsel in a bowl, waiting to be eaten. Jane beamed down on her. "You can't imagine how satisfying this is," she hissed, brushing stray hair from Gloria's face. "When I heard you got the Yamanouchi grant, for a moment I felt like resigning. Then I pulled myself together. Where there's a will, there's a way, you know?"

With nothing left to lose, Gloria moaned and tried to look pathetic. Unable to use her mouth and lower face, which were covered with gray tape, she arched her eyebrows and blinked imploringly.

"Oh, cut it out," Jane sniffed. "You may not realize it yet, but I had you pegged from day one. You're a submissive. I bet you're enjoying this already, you slutty little slave." She groped between Gloria's legs, and a finger explored her secrets. "Sopping wet! What did I tell you!"

Gloria tried to clamp her legs together, to immobilize that prying hand, but Jane already had her fingers inside. She played with Gloria until the girl moaned. Then she laughed, withdrew her hand, and slammed the lid shut.

Curled up in the darkness, heart pounding, Gloria heard locks click closed. Panic flared. She was naked, tied up and gagged in a sealed trunk, completely at her rival's mercy. What if Jane misplaced her? What if she changed her mind about keeping her prisoner, and just dropped the trunk into a river?

With a jolt, the case began moving. Gloria felt the vibration of its casters through her hip and shoulder. She sensed she was being transported down the corridor. Then a pause. Waiting for the elevator? She breathed slowly and quietly so she could monitor what was going on outside. Yes, she heard a faint ding. The elevator. There was a slight bump as Jane rolled her over the lip of the door. She felt the descent begin.

Lying in the darkness, heart pounding, Gloria hoped that Jane would be good to her new pet