The Corporate Climber (FF/M+) - Part 7 Added!

[Boundngagged75]

The conference room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the corner of the long, polished table. The blinds were drawn tightly, blocking out the sunlight and casting a heavy, oppressive atmosphere over the room. The air was thick with tension as a dozen older men, all in business suits, sat around the table, each one tightly bound to their chairs with thick ropes, their mouths gagged with strips of cloth. Their eyes were wide, some with fear, others with frustration, as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their muffled protests barely audible.

The captives seated around the conference table were all older, each one well past middle age, with gray hair or balding heads, their faces lined with the marks of time and experience. They were dressed in fine suits—tailored and expensive, in dark shades of black, navy, and gray—but their once pristine appearances were now marred by their predicament. The suits were ruffled and creased under the tight coils of thick ropes that bound their arms to their sides and secured them to their chairs. Some of their ties hung loose, askew from their struggles, while others had been pulled tight against their throats, adding to their discomfort.

Their mouths were stuffed with white cloths, tied securely around the backs of their heads, effectively silencing their voices. The gags pressed into their cheeks, distorting their expressions of frustration and fear. Despite their efforts to speak, the only sounds that escaped were muffled groans and garbled protests, a symphony of desperate, subdued noises filling the otherwise silent room.

Some of the men squirmed in their seats, their eyes wide and pleading, while others glared angrily, their muffled voices rising in futile resistance. The occasional clatter of a chair leg against the floor punctuated the low hum of their combined sounds, a reminder of their helplessness. Each man’s attempt to communicate was met with the same frustrating result—barely audible, incoherent noises, lost beneath the oppressive weight of their gags and bonds.

Standing at the head of the table was a striking woman, her presence commanding the attention of the room despite the dire situation. She was in her late twenties, with long, raven-black hair cascading in soft waves down to her waist. Her deep-set, smoky eyes were framed by dark, perfectly arched brows, and her full lips were painted a deep, seductive red. She was dressed in a form-fitting black pencil skirt that hugged her curves, paired with a crisp white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of her lacy black bra. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she moved with calculated grace.

She glanced around the room, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed the men’s futile struggles. “Oh, gentlemen,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, “I must say, you all look so… helpless.” She took her time as she walked around the table, running her fingers lightly over the shoulders of a few of the bound men, leaning in close to one, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Is this not what you wanted? To be completely at my mercy?”

She reached the laptop at the head of the table, where a presentation had just finished playing. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled out a small flash drive, holding it up for them all to see. “And now,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “I’ll just be taking this with me.” With a sultry smile, she tucked the flash drive into her bra, patting it lightly. “Don’t worry, boys, your secrets are safe with me… for now.”

The assistant then turned on her heel, her hips swaying as she headed toward the door. “But if any of you feel like talking later…” she glances over her shoulder with a wink, “I’m sure we can arrange something. Until then, enjoy the silence.” With that, she exited the room, leaving the men bound, gagged, and utterly at her mercy.

As the sultry assistant stepped out of the dimly lit conference room, she entered the brightly lit office corridor, seamlessly blending into the hustle and bustle of the busy corporate environment. The stark contrast between her recent actions and her composed demeanor was striking. She moved with confident grace, her heels clicking softly on the polished marble floor. The office was a sleek, modern space, with glass walls and minimalist decor, the logo of the company—"NexaCorp"—emblazoned on the walls in metallic letters.

The assistant’s sharp eyes flicked around the corridor, taking in the familiar sights of employees engrossed in their work, phones ringing, and the soft hum of conversation. She walked past a group of colleagues chatting near the coffee machine, offering them a polite nod, blending in effortlessly with her professional attire and calm expression.

As she approached the elevator, a woman stepped out from around the corner, heading directly toward her. This woman was younger, perhaps in her early thirties, with an air of determination that marked her as someone quickly rising through the ranks. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she was dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, the jacket cinched perfectly at the waist to emphasize her athletic build. Her name was Erica Langford, a name that was becoming well-known throughout NexaCorp for her ambitious drive and sharp intellect.

Erica’s eyes locked onto the assistant as she approached, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Is everything taken care of?” she asked in a low, measured tone, her gaze briefly flicking to the conference room door before returning to the assistant.

The assistant smiled back, her expression cool and composed. “Bound and gagged, just like you requested,” she replied smoothly, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Perfect.” Erica’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she extends her hand expectantly. “And the flash drive?”

Without missing a beat, the assistant reached into her blouse, retrieving the flash drive she had tucked away moments earlier. She handed it to Erica with a casual grace, their fingers brushing briefly as the exchange was made.

Erica examined the drive for a moment, a faint smile of approval on her lips. “You’ve outdone yourself,” she murmured, slipping the flash drive into the inner pocket of her jacket. “I’ll take it from here.”

The assistant nodded, her expression never wavering. “Anything else you need?”

“Not for now,” Erica replied, her tone clipped and efficient. “But stay close. I may need your expertise again before the day is out.”

With that, Erica turned on her heel and strode away, the flash drive secure in her pocket, leaving the assistant to continue down the corridor as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The assistant glanced at her reflection in the glass walls, a satisfied smirk crossing her face before she slipped back into her composed, professional demeanor, ready to blend into the office once more.

Erica strode down the corridor, the flash drive tucked securely in her jacket pocket, her mind already spinning with the possibilities that this information would unlock for her. She glanced at her reflection in the polished glass walls, adjusted her jacket, and practiced her look of concern, transforming her expression from calculated confidence to one of believable shock and alarm. It was time to play her part perfectly.

As she neared the conference room, she slowed her pace, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She kmew that every second of this performance must be flawless. With one last check of her appearance, she pushed open the door to the conference room, her eyes widening in feigned horror as she took in the sight before her.

The twelve men, including some of the most powerful figures at NexaCorp, were still bound to their chairs, their expensive suits rumpled under the ropes, white cloths gagging their mouths. Their eyes snapped to her as she entered, some filled with desperation, others with rage. Erica gasped audibly, pressing a hand to her mouth as if to stifle a scream.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, rushing toward the nearest man, who happens to be NexaCorp’s Vice President, Thomas Hargrove. His graying hair was disheveled, his normally composed face flushed with anger and fear. Erica quickly reached behind his head, untied the gag, and pulled the cloth from his mouth.

“What happened here?” she asked, her voice a mix of concern and urgency as she leaned in close.

Hargrove coughed, gasping for air before managing to speak. “There’s… been a security breach,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from the gag. He looked up at Erica with a mixture of embarrassment and dread. “Someone… someone came in here and—”

“Bound and gagged you all?” Erica finished for him, her tone laced with just the right amount of incredulity.

Hargrove nodded, still catching his breath. “They took something… something important. We need to—”

“We’ll handle it,” Erica interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Just stay calm. I’ll get help.”

As she straightened up, her mind was already working through the next steps. The key players were in disarray, and she was the only one in control. With the flash drive in her possession and the men none the wiser, the power was all hers.

Erica allowed herself a brief, almost imperceptible smile before swiftly pushing the gag back into Thomas Hargrove’s mouth. His eyes widened in shock as the cloth was forced between his teeth once more, his muffled protests reduced to incoherent sounds. The other men in the room reacted in a chorus of muted, desperate noises, their voices muffled by the gags that still pressed tightly against their mouths. The low hum of their combined struggles filled the room, a symphony of helplessness that Erica savored.

Ignoring their muffled pleas, Erica reached into her jacket pocket and pulls out a small earpiece. With a practiced flick of her fingers, she inserted it into her ear. "Do we have eyes on the perpetrator?" she asked coolly, her voice barely above a whisper.

A moment later, my voice comes through the earpiece, steady and composed. "We’re tracking her. She won’t get far."

Erica’s smirk deepened as she glanced around the room one last time, taking in the sight of the bound and gagged men, their power stripped away in an instant. She walked to the door with a deliberate, unhurried grace, pausing just before she exited.

"Looks like the tables have turned, gentlemen," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "I always knew you liked being in control, but who knew you'd look so good all tied up? Don’t worry—I’ll make sure your little secrets are kept… safe."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the conference room, leaving the men bound, gagged, and utterly at her mercy, their muffled sounds of protest echoing faintly as the door clicked shut behind her.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 2:
In the sleek, high-tech security hub of NexaCorp, I stood at the head of a conference table, the room bathed in the cool blue glow of multiple monitors displaying live feeds from various security cameras throughout the building. The team gathered before me consisting of NexaCorp's top security personnel—each one highly trained, alert, and ready to act on my command. I was the company's lead security consultant, known for my sharp mind, methodical approach, and unflinching resolve in handling the most delicate situations.

As I began my briefing, I pulledup an image on the central screen: a high-resolution photograph of the thief. She was a striking woman with auburn hair, sharp green eyes, and a cold, calculating expression. The image was accompanied by a dossier detailing her criminal history.

"This is Valerie Kane," I started, my voice firm and commanding, instantly capturing the attention of the room. "She’s the one responsible for the breach in Conference Room 5. Don’t be fooled by her appearance—Valerie is a seasoned professional, a high-end corporate thief specializing in extracting sensitive information for the highest bidder."

I pressed a button on my tablet, and the screen behind me changed to show a list of her known aliases, each one tied to a different corporate heist across the globe. "Kane’s been active for over a decade, working with precision and leaving no trace of her involvement—until now. Her methods are ruthless. She’s known to infiltrate secure environments, neutralize her targets, and disappear before anyone realizes what’s happened. Her track record includes everything from data theft and blackmail to high-profile extortion."

The screen shifted again, showing a series of security footage clips from past incidents—each one highlighting Valerie's skill in bypassing state-of-the-art security systems and incapacitating anyone who stands in her way. "She has connections with various underground networks, which means once she’s out of this building, it’ll be nearly impossible to trace her movements. We need to act fast."

I paused, letting the weight of your words settle in. The room was silent, the team’s focus solely on me.

"Valerie Kane is not to be underestimated. She’s highly intelligent, physically capable, and willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. But we have an advantage—she’s still inside the building. Our priority is containment. Lock down all exits and secure the perimeter. I want teams on every floor, watching every access point. We’re going to catch her before she slips away."

I made eye contact with each member of the team, ensuring they understood the seriousness of the situation. "Stay sharp. Kane won’t hesitate to use force if cornered. We need to bring her in alive, but our first priority is preventing her from leaving with that flash drive. Let’s move."

With that, the room sprung into action, the security team mobilizing under my direction, every step crucial in the race against time to capture one of the most dangerous thieves in the corporate world.

— — —

In a shadowed corner of a dimly lit underground parking garage, Erica Langford waited, her eyes scanning the deserted area for any sign of movement. The faint hum of the city above echoed through the concrete structure, but down there, it was eerily quiet, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of a faulty overhead bulb. The tension in the air was palpable as Erica checked her watch, a hint of impatience crossing her face.

A sleek, black sedan pulled into view, its tires barely making a sound as it rolled to a stop a few feet from Erica. The car’s tinted windows gave nothing away, but as the driver’s door opens, a figure stepped out with confident grace. Valerie Kane, dressed in a form-fitting black suit that seemed to meld with the shadows, walked toward Erica, her green eyes sharp and calculating.

The two women met in the middle of the garage, each sizing the other up with a mixture of respect and wariness. Valerie’s lips curled into a smirk as she spoke first, her voice smooth and cool.

“So,” Valerie began, her tone laced with curiosity, “what exactly is on that flash drive that made you pull off such a bold move?”

Erica’s eyes glinted with a mix of excitement and calculated ambition as she pulled the small drive from her pocket, holding it up between her fingers. She took a moment before responding, savoring the weight of her words.

“This little device,” Erica started, her voice low and confident, “contains personal, compromising material on every one of those men in the conference room. We’re talking about illicit affairs, hidden debts, and even criminal activities that they’ve managed to keep under wraps—until now.”

Valerie’s smirk widened slightly, intrigued. “Go on.”

Erica stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if the shadows themselves might overhear. “But that’s not all. The flash drive also holds encrypted communications, revealing their involvement in unethical or illegal practices within NexaCorp. This isn’t just dirt—it’s a goldmine.”

Valerie raised an eyebrow, clearly interested but cautious. “And what’s your endgame with all of this?”

Erica’s expression hardened with determination. “I plan to use this material to blackmail each of those executives individually. In return, I’ll secure favors, promotions, or even shares in the company. With this level of leverage, I’ll be untouchable. No one will be able to challenge me, not within NexaCorp or anywhere else. I’ll hold the power to manipulate events to my advantage—exactly how I want.”

Valerie considered this for a moment, her sharp eyes studying Erica closely. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she said finally, though there was a note of admiration in her voice. “But I have to admit, it’s a smart move. You’ve thought this through.”

Erica smiled, a cold and calculating smile that matched the gleam in her eyes. “Dangerous, yes. But the rewards are worth it. With this information, I can control everyone in that room. They’ll be too scared to move against me, knowing I could ruin them with the click of a button.”

Valerie nodded slowly, accepting Erica’s explanation. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Once this cat is out of the bag, there’s no going back.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Erica replied confidently, slipping the flash drive back into her pocket. “And soon, everyone else will, too.”

With their plan now clear between them, the two women exchanged a final look of understanding. The partnership was uneasy, bound by mutual benefit rather than trust, but for now, it was enough. Valerie turned and walked back to her car, her movements smooth and deliberate, while Erica watched her go, already thinking about her next move in this high-stakes game of power and control.

Just as Valerie opened the door to her sleek black sedan, ready to leave the underground parking garage, the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the concrete space. Erica tensed, her eyes darting toward the source of the noise. Before either woman could react, two figures stepped out from behind a nearby column, their dark uniforms marking them as members of NexaCorp’s security team.

One of the men, tall and broad-shouldered with a firm grip on his radio, quickly assessed the situation. His eyes locked onto Valerie, then flicked to Erica, the tension in the air unmistakable.

“Freeze!” the first man commanded, his voice cutting through the stillness. Both women paused, their faces betraying nothing, but the undercurrent of danger is clear.

The second security officer, a bit shorter but just as formidable, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and steps forward, eyes fixed on Valerie. “We’ve got you now. Hands where we can see them,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Valerie raised her hands slowly, her expression icy and composed. Erica, stood just a step behind her, clenching her fists but forced herself to remain calm. This wasn’t part of the plan, but there was no room for panic now.

The first officer grabbed his radio and soike into it, his voice steady. “Control, we’ve located the thief. She’s been apprehended in the parking garage, and she’s not alone. Requesting backup.”

A crackle came through the radio before my voice responded, authoritative and controlled. “Copy that. I’m on my way down. Keep them secure until I get there.”

The two security officers nodded in acknowledgment, their focus not wavering from the two women. The taller one stepped forward, placing the handcuffs on Valerie, securing her wrists behind her back with a swift, practiced motion. Valerie didn’t resist, but there was a cold fire in her eyes as she was restrained.

Erica goanced at Valerie, the briefest flicker of understanding passing between them. This wasn’t the smooth exit they had planned, but the game was far from over. The sound of my footsteps echoing through the stairwell signaled my imminent arrival, adding another layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

— — —

On the top floor of NexaCorp’s towering headquarters, the president’s office was a stark contrast to the sterile, corporate environment below. The room was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline bathed in the warm glow of sunset. The decor was a blend of modern minimalism and subtle luxury—sleek black leather furniture, a massive glass desk, and carefully selected art pieces that exuded power and sophistication.

Behind the desk sat Leonard Carlisle, the formidable president of NexaCorp. His sharp, silver hair was impeccably groomed, and his custom-tailored suit clung to his fit frame, accentuating his commanding presence. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on the skyline, but his mind was far from the picturesque view. His expression was one of steely resolve, the weight of his decisions evident in the tight set of his jaw and the focused intensity in his gaze.

Carlisle held a sleek, high-end phone to his ear, his voice low and deliberate as he spoke. “Yes, everything is in place,” he said, his tone betraying no emotion. “My private jet is on standby. The moment the flash drive is recovered, I’ll be on my way. We can’t afford any loose ends, not with what’s at stake.”

There was a pause as the person on the other end of the line responded, their voice just a murmur on the phone. Carlisle listened intently, his expression hardening as he absorbed the words.

“I understand,” he replied curtly, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface of his desk. “The security team has already apprehended the thief in the parking garage. It’s only a matter of time before they have what we need.”

The voice on the other end spoke again, but its identity remained a mystery. Whoever it was, they held Carlisle’s attention, and the tension in his posture suggested the gravity of their conversation.

Carlisle leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’ll be in the air within the hour, assuming there are no further complications. I trust you’re handling your end?”

There was a final, brief response from the other person, and Carlisle nodded, though his gaze remained distant, as if already calculating his next move. “Good. We’ll speak again soon. Remember, no one else can know about this.”

With that, Carlisle ended the call, placing the phone on the desk with a quiet, decisive click. He took a deep breath, his face now set in an unreadable mask. Whatever game he was playing, the stakes were high, and the recovery of that flash drive was just one piece of a much larger puzzle.

— — —

I arrived in the underground parking garage with a few members of the security team flanking me. The dim lighting and the echo of footsteps created an unsettling atmosphere, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The black sedan where Valerie and Erica were last seen was parked where the radio transmission had come from, but the area was eerily quiet—too quiet. There was no sign of the two women, and more troublingly, no sign of the security officers who reported apprehending Valerie.

The team fanned out, scanning the area, but as I approached the sedan, something felt off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I slowly circle the vehicle, my eyes narrowing as I took in every detail. The air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that usually precedes a bad discovery.

Suddenly, a muffled thud resonated from within the sedan’s trunk—a low, desperate sound that immediately drew everyone’s attention. The team members exchanged wary glances before I nodded, signaling them to proceed.

One of the security officers stepped forward, pulling out a set of tools to jimmy the trunk open. There was a tense moment as everyone held their breath, and then, with a click, the trunk popped open, revealing the shocking sight inside.

The two security team members, who had been radioing just minutes ago, were crammed into the trunk, their wrists and ankles tightly bound with zip ties. White cloths were stuffed into their mouths, secured by strips of duct tape, reducing their attempts to shout for help to pitiful, muffled groans. Their faces were flushed from the struggle, eyes wide with a mix of frustration and humiliation as they looked up at me, silently pleading for release.

The sight sent a cold chill down my spine. This was a professional hit, executed with precision and speed—Valerie and Erica had anticipated being found and had turned the tables before vanishing without a trace. I quickly motion for the team to untie the bound officers, they wince as the tight restraints are cut away.

As the gags are removed, one of the men coughed and gasped for breath before managing to speak, his voice shaky. “They... they caught us off guard. We didn’t even see it coming.”

The other officer nodded, still catching his breath. “They’re gone, and they took the flash drive with them.”

I cursed under my breath, anger and frustration boiling beneath my calm exterior. The two women had outmaneuvered everyone, slipping through the cracks just as we were closing in.

“We need to lock this building down,” I ordered, my voice sharp and resolute. “They can’t have gotten far. I want every exit monitored, every camera checked. We have to find them before they get off-site.”

As the team scrambled to follow my commands, the gravity of the situation sunk in. Valerie and Erica were still out there, and with the flash drive in their possession, the stakes couldn’t be higher. Time is running out, and the hunt is far from over.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 3:
Valerie and Erica moved swiftly through a dimly lit back hallway, their footsteps almost silent on the cold concrete floor. The hallway was narrow and unmarked, one of those forgotten, utilitarian spaces in the vast NexaCorp building, used more for maintenance than for anything else. The air was thick with the smell of old paint and dust, the walls lined with exposed pipes and electrical conduits.

Valerie led the way, her movements precise and controlled, betraying years of experience in high-stakes situations. As they slipped deeper into the labyrinth of corridors, Valerie pulled a pair of latex gloves from her pocket. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she snapped them on, her green eyes cold and calculating.

“We need to get to Carlisle’s office,” Erica whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet. There was a sharp edge to her tone, a mix of urgency and determination. “That’s where the real leverage is.”

Valerie glanced over her shoulder at Erica, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “Getting to Carlisle’s office would be a lot easier with hostages,” she replied, her voice calm and measured, as if they were discussing nothing more significant than the weather. “Hostages can buy us time, distract them, and give us leverage.”

Erica shook her head, her expression hardening. “We should do this quietly. The last thing we need is more attention. If we’re caught before we get to that office, it’s over. We need to be ghosts.”

Before Valerie could respond, both women froze as the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. The rhythmic clomp of heavy boots was accompanied by the faint crackle of radio chatter—security teams sweeping the area. The noise grew louder, drawing closer, and Valerie’s instincts kick in.

Without a word, Valerie spun around and clamped a gloved hand over Erica’s mouth, her grip firm but not harsh. Erica’s eyes widened in surprise as Valerie pulled her quickly behind a stack of old wooden crates piled haphazardly against the wall. The crates were dusty and forgotten, but they offered just enough cover.

The two women pressed themselves tightly against the wall, hidden in the shadows, as the security team’s footsteps drew nearer. The tension in the air was palpable, each second dragging out as they wait in silence. The muffled radio chatter grew clearer, snippets of conversation about securing the perimeter and reporting any suspicious activity.

Valerie’s heart pounded steadily in her chest, but her expression remains stoic, focused. She held her breath, her hand still firmly over Erica’s mouth, ensuring they made no sound that could give them away.

After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps began to fade, the security team moving further down the corridor, oblivious to the two women hiding mere feet away. Valerie waited a moment longer, listening intently to ensure they were alone, before slowly removing her hand from Erica’s mouth.

Erica exhaled shakily, her eyes locking onto Valerie’s. “We’re running out of time,” she whispered urgently, her voice still low. “Let’s move.”

Valerie nodded, her expression serious. The playful smirk is gone, replaced by a steely resolve. They both knew how high the stakes are, and now, with the immediate threat passed, they slipped back into their calculated rhythm, moving quietly but quickly toward their ultimate goal—Carlisle’s office, where the real power lied.

I pressed the radio to my ear, the static crackling slightly before a voice cane through. "Sir, the hallways are clear," one of the security team members reported, his tone steady but with an underlying tension. "We’ve swept the area, but there’s no sign of the targets.”

I paused for a moment, considering the next move. The back hallways might be clear, but the entire building was still a potential playground for Valerie and Erica. "Secure the elevators," I replied firmly, my voice leaving no room for hesitation. "They might try to make a move to the upper floors. I want guards stationed at every elevator, and I want a full lockdown in place."

"Understood," the security team member responded, and the radio fell silent.

On the other end of the building, two security officers made their way toward the main bank of elevators. The area was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright, open spaces of the office floors above. The metal doors of the elevators reflected the faint light, casting an eerie sheen across the polished concrete floor. The men moved with purpose, their eyes scanning the area, on alert for any sign of movement.

As they approached the elevators, the low hum of the building’s ventilation system was the only sound that filled the silence. They reached for their radios to confirm their positions when, suddenly, Valerie emerged from the shadows like a phantom, her movements swift and deadly silent.

Before the first guard could react, Valerie was behind him, her gloved hand clamping over his mouth with a vise-like grip. His eyes widened in shock, but the sound of his startled cry was muffled against her palm. In the same fluid motion, she pulled out a sleek, black pistol with her free hand and leveled it at the second guard, who froze in place, his face draining of color as he stared down the barrel of the gun.

"Stay silent," Valerie hissed, her voice low and menacing, a sharp contrast to her earlier playful demeanor. Her eyes were cold, calculating, leaving no doubt that she was in complete control. The first guard struggled weakly against her hold, but it was futile—Valerie’s grip was ironclad.

The second guard, too shocked to react, slowly raised his hands in surrender, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew any sudden movement could mean the end. He swallowed hard, nodding slightly, signaling his compliance.

Valerie pressed the gun closer, her finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. "Good," she murmured, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Now, you’re going to help me out, and no one has to get hurt."

The two guards exchanged terrified glances, trapped in the web of Valerie’s deadly skill. They knew they have no choice but to follow her lead, even as their minds race, desperate to figure out a way out of this situation.

Valerie’s eyes flicked to the elevators, her mind already calculating her next move. She released her grip slightly on the first guard’s mouth, just enough to let him breathe but not enough for him to cry out. "Now, let’s take a little ride upstairs, shall we?" she said, her tone deceptively casual.


To be continued…

[tillytimber123]

ooooh, this is really good. looking forward to the next parts.

[KidnappedCowboy]

OOOhhhhh! I'm more into M/M stories, but this has me going from the boardroom filled with gray-haired titans of industry tied up and silenced to the security guards waylaid!

Cannot wait to read about Valerie and Erica snaring the silver haired but fit Carlisle!

[Boundngagged75]

ooooh, this is really good. looking forward to the next parts.

@tillytimber123 thank you for taking the time to read Stay tuned!

[Boundngagged75]

OOOhhhhh! I'm more into M/M stories, but this has me going from the boardroom filled with gray-haired titans of industry tied up and silenced to the security guards waylaid!

Cannot wait to read about Valerie and Erica snaring the silver haired but fit Carlisle!

@KidnappedCowboy so many men bound and gagged! What’s not to enjoy!? Our two vixens seem to be enjoying it too

[Boundngagged75]

Part 4:
With her hostages in tow, Valerie inched them closer to the elevators, her pistol never wavering. The stakes were higher than ever, but in her hands, the situation was a game—and she was not planning to lose.

Erica arrived at the elevators, her footsteps soft but purposeful as she stepped into the dimly lit area. The scene that greeted her was one of absolute control—Valerie stood over the two security guards, who were now seated on the cold floor, their wrists bound tightly with zip ties. Their mouths were stuffed with white cloth gags, secured with strips of duct tape that silenced any protest or plea for help. The men’s faces were flushed with frustration and humiliation, their expensive suits rumpled and dirty from the struggle.

Valerie, still wearing her latex gloves, stood casually beside them, her gun held loosely at her side. She looked up as Erica approached , a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Nice work," Erica said, her eyes flicking over the two bound and gagged men. There was a hint of admiration in her voice, tinged with a touch of dark humor. "They look like they’re having a rough day."

Valerie chuckled softly, glancing down at the guards, who squirm slightly under her gaze. "Yeah, well, they didn’t exactly put up much of a fight. Figured they’d be more useful this way—quiet and out of the way." She nudged one of the men lightly with her foot, watching as he winced but made no sound, the gag doing its job perfectly.

Erica nodded approvingly. "Smart. But we don’t have time to admire your handiwork. We need to get up to the top floor—to Carlisle’s office."

Valerie’s expression shifted, her focus sharpening. "Carlisle’s office, huh? That’s where the real fun begins." She glanced back at the elevator panel, pressing the button for the top floor with her gloved hand. The light flickered on, and the elevator began its descent toward them.

Erica moved closer, her voice lowering as the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. "Let’s move. The longer we stay down here, the more chances we give them to catch up."

Valerie nodded, giving the two bound guards one last glance before stepping into the elevator. "Don’t worry, boys," she said over her shoulder, her tone mockingly sweet. "We won’t be long. Try to stay comfortable."

The two women stepped into the elevator, the doors closing silently behind them, leaving the two men bound, gagged, and utterly helpless on the floor. As the elevator began its ascent, Valerie and Erica exchanged a knowing look—everything was going according to plan, and the top floor, and Carlisle's office, was now within reach.

I arrived at the elevator bank, my sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene before me. The two security guards who were supposed to be securing the area were now seated on the cold, hard floor, their wrists bound tightly with zip ties and their mouths gagged with white cloths held in place by duct tape. Their expensive suits were disheveled, the fabric wrinkled and dirty from the struggle. Their eyes were wide with a mixture of frustration, shame, and urgency as they looked up at me.

I crouched down, swiftly pulling the gags from their mouths. "What the hell happened?" I asked, my voice edged with controlled anger as I cut the zip ties from their wrists.

The first guard, rubbing his sore wrists, coughed and took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "We were securing the elevators, just like you ordered," he began, his voice shaky but determined. "We didn’t see them coming—they were fast, quiet. Before we knew it, one of them had a gun on us."

The second guard, still massaging his wrists, chimed in. "She... she grabbed me from behind, clamped her hand over my mouth. I didn’t even have time to react before she had us both under control. She told us to stay quiet… then tied us up and gagged us before we could even react.”

I took in their words, my mind racing as I pieced together the situation. "Did you hear anything? Anything at all that might tell us what they’re planning?"

The first guard nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, we heard them talking—two women. One of them mentioned Carlisle’s office… something about needing to get there. They mentioned the top floor.”

I cursed under my breath, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Carlisle’s office on the top floor—the very heart of NexaCorp’s power. If Valerie and Erica got there, who knew what damage they could do?

“They’re heading to Carlisle’s office,” I said, standing up quickly. “We need to move now.”

The second guard struggled to his feet, still shaky but determined. “What’s the plan, sir?”

I glanced at the elevator panel, the lights indicating the car was already moving up. “We’ll take the elevator. I want the rest of the team alerted. Lock down the top floor—no one in or out without my say-so. We’re not letting them get away this time.”

The guards nodded, determination replacing the embarrassment on their faces. As they readied themselves, I led the way to the stairwell, my mind racing. Valerie and Erica might have outmaneuvered the team so far, but I was not about to let them walk away with whatever they were after in Carlisle’s office. The hunt was on, and this time, I was determined to finish it.

The elevator ride to the top floor was tense, each floor ticked off by the soft ding of the passing levels. Inside, my team and I stood in determined silence, each person fully aware of the high stakes. The elevator felt both too small and too large at once, the quiet hum of its ascent amplifying the weight of the situation.

As we reach the top floor, the doors slid open with a quiet chime, revealing the polished marble hallway leading to Carlisle’s office. The hallway was lined with expensive artwork and tall, imposing doors that signify the power and wealth contained within. The atmosphere was heavy, a stark contrast to the cold efficiency of the rest of the building.

I motioned for my team to hold their positions, my voice low but firm. “Wait here. I’ll go in alone. We don’t want to spook them.”

The team nodded in unison, their weapons held at the ready, eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of movement. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and approach the double doors of Carlisle’s office, the thick wood seeming to absorb the sound of my footsteps.

Placing my hand on the doorknob, I turned it slowly, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. The office was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below. The room was adorned with rich, dark wood, plush leather furniture, and a massive desk that dominates the space. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the room.

At first, it seemed empty, but then I saw them.

Valerie was standing behind Carlisle, her gloved hand firmly clamped over his mouth, her other arm wrapped around his chest, holding him in place. Carlisle’s eyes were wide with fear, his expensive suit slightly rumpled from the struggle. His breathing was rapid and shallow, the reality of his situation clearly sinking in.

Erica stood to the side, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, calculating. She watched me as I stepped further into the room, her expression unreadable.

I closed the door behind me, keeping my movements slow and deliberate. “I’m the security consultant for NexaCorp,” I began, my voice calm and authoritative. “You’re surrounded. There’s no way out of this. Let the hostage go.”

Valerie’s eyes meet mine, her grip on Carlisle not loosening. She remained silent, but there was a flicker of something in her gaze—defiance, perhaps, or a cool assessment of the odds.

Erica, however, was the one to speak. “Surrounded, huh?” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “It’s a nice bluff, but we both know you wouldn’t be in here alone if that were true. What’s your plan? Talk us into surrendering?”

I held my ground, refusing to let them see any sign of hesitation. “There’s nowhere to run, and you know it. The building is on lockdown, and we have reinforcements on the way. You can either end this now, peacefully, or it can get a lot worse for you both. Your choice.”

Valerie tightened her grip on Carlisle, who winced, but she didn’t speak. Erica’s gaze flickered between me and the door, calculating her next move. The tension in the room is thick, the air almost crackling with the weight of the moment.

“I’m giving you one chance,” I said, my tone firm. “Let him go, and we can negotiate.”

The room fell silent, the only sound being Carlisle’s muffled breathing against Valerie’s hand. The next few seconds would determine how this played out, and everyone in the room knew it.


To be continued…

[LunaDog]

And they say that 'Boardroom antics' are boring?

[Boundngagged75]

And they say that 'Boardroom antics' are boring?

@LunaDog more bondage in the workplace would definitely be good for morale

[Boundngagged75]

Part 5:
Valerie’s eyes narrowed slightly as she considered my words. Then, with a calculated smirk, she released her grip on Carlisle’s mouth, allowing him to speak. The moment her hand dropped, he gasped, taking in a deep breath before turning his fury toward me.

“Don’t negotiate with them!” Carlisle demanded, his voice rising in panic and anger. “They’re criminals! Take them down now!”

Before I could respond, Erica steps forward with a roll of duct tape in hand, moving with swift precision. “I think that’s enough out of you,” she said coolly, unrolling a strip of tape.

“No! You can’t—” Carlisle’s protests were cut off as Erica quickly pressed the duct tape over his mouth, the silver adhesive muffling his words into incomprehensible noises. She wrapped the tape around his head several times, making sure it was secure. His eyes blazed with indignation, but there was nothing he could do now but glare at her and struggle against his bonds.

Valerie chuckled softly as she watched the scene unfold, her amusement evident. “I think he likes the gag better, don’t you?” she taunted, leaning in close to Carlisle. “Much quieter this way. You should’ve stayed silent, Mr. Carlisle—it suits you.”

Carlisle’s muffled protests continued, but they were little more than angry grunts and whimpers against the tight gag. Valerie stepped back, looking satisfied with her handiwork, before turning her attention back to me.

I maintained my composure, addressing both women. “This doesn’t have to escalate. If you release Carlisle now, we can still work something out. You don’t want this to end in violence.”

Erica tilted her head slightly, considering my offer. “And what exactly are you proposing? We let him go, and you just let us walk out of here? Seems a bit too easy, don’t you think?”

“I’m offering you a chance to avoid a much worse outcome,” I replied, my tone even. “Hand over Carlisle, surrender, and we’ll make sure the authorities go easier on you. We all know how this ends if you try to fight your way out.”

Valerie scoffed, her tone mocking as she addressed the gagged Carlisle. “Hear that, boss? He thinks he can save us from ourselves. How sweet.” She tapped the side of Carlisle’s cheek lightly, causing him to flinch, his eyes blazing with helpless fury. “But we both know you’re more valuable to us right now than any negotiation.”

Erica stepped closer to me, her expression unreadable. “You’ve been chasing us down all night, and now you think you can play the hero. But we’re not walking away empty-handed. Carlisle stays with us until we get what we came for.”

I held her gaze, knowing the situation was delicate. “If you harm him, there’s no going back. You’re in control right now, but that won’t last forever. Think carefully about your next move.”

Valerie laughed softly, glancing at Erica with a mischievous grin. “Oh, I think we know exactly what we’re doing. Carlisle’s coming with us, whether you like it or not. And if you try to stop us... well, let’s just say we’re not afraid to leave a few more people bound and gagged in our wake.”

The tension in the room continued to mount, every word exchanged another step closer to the breaking point. Carlisle’s muffled protests grew quieter, but the look in his eyes said it all—fear, anger, and the realization that he was at the mercy of the two women who held all the cards.

Erica’s eyes narrow as she listened to my final offer, but her expression hardens. Without a trace of hesitation, she declared, “Negotiations are over.”

She turned to Valerie, her voice calm but laced with authority. “Tie up Carlisle. We’re taking him with us.”

Valerie grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she stepped behind Carlisle, pulling out another length of rope. Carlisle’s muffled protests intensified, but there was nothing he could do as Valerie quickly bound his wrists together behind his back. She worked with practiced efficiency, securing the ropes tightly around his chest, further restricting his movements. The once-powerful executive was now completely subdued, his expensive suit crumpled and his dignity in tatters.

Valerie glanced over at me, her grin widening. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves two hostages now.”

Before I could react, Erica store over to me, the roll of duct tape still in her hand. “Can’t have you calling for help,” she said with a smirk. Without any hesitation, she yanked a long strip of tape from the roll and pressed it firmly over my mouth. The adhesive pulled tightly against my skin, sealing my lips shut. She wrapped the tape around my head several times, just as she did with Carlisle, ensuring that my mouth was completely gagged.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh! “ My protests were reduced to muffled grunts, the duct tape silencing any attempt to speak. I could feel the pressure of the tape against my skin, the adhesive sticking uncomfortably, but there was no way to remove it.

Valerie stepped back to admire her handiwork, chuckling softly. “There we go. Much better. Now you both can stay nice and quiet while we finish up.”

Erica nodded in approval, glancing between me and Carlisle. “Keep them bound and gagged. I’ll find what we need.”

Valerie gave a mock salute, still wearing her mischievous grin. “Consider it done, boss. I’ll make sure they don’t go anywhere.”

As Erica turned to begin her search, Valerie leaned in closer to me and Carlisle, her voice dripping with mockery. “You two look so cute all tied up like that. I’m almost tempted to take a picture. But don’t worry—I’ll keep an eye on you. Wouldn’t want you wriggling free.”

Carlisle’s eyes darted between Valerie and Erica, his muffled pleas completely ignored as he struggled in vain against his bonds. I could feel the frustration and helplessness mounting, but there was nothing I could do. The duct tape kept me silent, and the ropes binding me ensured that any attempt to escape would be futile.

Erica began rifling through Carlisle’s office, her movements deliberate and focused. She knew exactly what she was looking for, and with each drawer she opened, the stakes seem to rise even higher. Meanwhile, Valerie stayed true to her word, keeping a close watch over both of us, her eyes filled with a dangerous mix of amusement and control.

As we sat there bound and gagged, the pressure of the duct tape tight against my skin, I suddenly hear a faint, crackling voice in my hidden earpiece, the one piece of equipment that was still under my control. The sound was almost inaudible, but I strained to listen, hoping against hope that it would go unnoticed by your captors.

“Awaiting your orders,” the voice said, low and steady, barely more than a whisper in my ear.

I tried to remain calm, keeping my eyes fixed forward, giving no indication that I had heard anything. Erica was entirely focused on Carlisle’s computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she searched through files, each click a small, tense reminder of the ticking clock. Her concentration was absolute, every action methodical as she dug through encrypted files, looking for the leverage she came for.

Valerie, meanwhile, stood a few feet away from me and Carlisle, her gaze alternating between watching Erica work and taunting the two of us. She leaned casually against a bookshelf, her arms crossed, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Well, well,” she said with a mocking tone, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked at us both. “Here we are, the mighty Carlisle and his loyal security expert, all trussed up like Christmas presents. You two really thought you could outsmart us, didn’t you? I have to admit, it’s a little pathetic watching you squirm.”

Carlisle’s muffled grunts of frustration earned him nothing but another chuckle from Valerie. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in, her breath warm against the duct tape on my face. “I bet you never imagined your day would end like this, did you? Gagged, bound, completely helpless. It must be killing you not to have control for once.”

She straightened up, glancing at Erica with a slight nod of approval as the latter continued her search. “You know,” Valerie continued, turning her attention back to us, “Erica’s really good at this. She’ll find what we’re looking for in no time. And once we have it, well, you can say goodbye to all your fancy plans and your little corporate empire.”

The voice in my earpiece crackled again, insistent but calm. “Orders, sir? We’re in position.”

I force myself to stay still, not daring to make any sudden movements that might draw attention to the hidden earpiece. Valerie’s taunts continued, her tone almost playful as she reveled in the power she held over me and Carlisle. The two of us were powerless for now, but with my team ready and awaiting my orders, I knew this wasn’t over yet.

Erica didn’t look up from the screen, her focus unwavering as she scanned through the files. “Almost got it,” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Valerie to hear.

Valerie nodded, her smirk widening. “Good. Let’s finish this quickly. I’m getting bored, and I’m sure these two are tired of being tied up. Or maybe they’re enjoying it,” she added with a mocking laugh, looking directly at us. “Who knows? But don’t worry, we won’t keep you like this for too long... just long enough to get what we need.”

The pressure was mounting, but with the voice in my ear and my team in position, there was a chance to turn the tables. The key was timing, and I knew that any mistake now could be disastrous.

The voice in my earpiece crackled to life again, more urgent this time. “We’re coming in, sir.”


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 6:
I barely had time to process the words before the situation escalated. The doorknob to Carlisle’s office began to turn slowly, the soft metallic click almost deafening in the tense silence of the room. Erica’s eyes darted toward the door, her expression tightening. Without hesitation, she moved quickly, clamping her hand over Carlisle’s gagged mouth, silencing his already muffled protests.

Valerie reacted just as swiftly, moving to my side and pressing her hand firmly over my gagged mouth, ensuring that no sound escaped. Her grip was strong, her palm warm against the cold duct tape, and I could feel the tension in her body as she watched the door with narrowed eyes.

The door crept open inch by inch, the creak of the hinges filling the room. Valerie, always in control, pulled out her gun with her free hand, the barrel trained on the doorway. As the first man entered, Valerie’s eyes lock onto him, and she motioned sharply for him to stay quiet. The man froze, taking in the scene—the two hostages bound and gagged, Erica with her hand over Carlisle’s mouth, and Valerie’s gun aimed directly at him.

He nodded slowly, understanding the unspoken threat, and carefully stepped further into the room. Behind him, three more men file in, their expressions a mix of shock and concern as they assessed the situation. Each one of them was met with the same silent command from Valerie: no sudden moves, no sound.

Once all four men were inside, Valerie motioned for them to drop their weapons. The men glanced at each other, hesitant, but they knew better than to test her patience. One by one, they set their guns on the floor, the clatter of metal echoing in the room. Erica watched with steely eyes, her hand still firmly over Carlisle’s mouth, while Valerie continued to control the situation with a calculated calm.

“Over there,” Valerie ordered, nodding toward a corner of the room. The men obeyed, shuffling over to the corner as she kept her gun trained on them. Erica stepped back slightly, still holding Carlisle but ready to act if necessary.

With the men now disarmed and rounded up in the corner, Valerie’s smirk returned. “Good boys,” she mocked, her voice dripping with condescension. “Now, stay quiet and don’t try anything stupid. We wouldn’t want to add any more trouble to your day, would we?”

The men glanced nervously at each other, clearly outmatched and outmaneuvered. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the anticipation of what will happen next. I remained still, Valerie’s hand still clamped tightly over my mouth, my mind racing as I considered the next move.

Erica, sensing the shift in power, finally removed her hand from Carlisle’s mouth, but not before giving him a pointed look that silenced any thought of resistance. She exchanged a glance with Valerie, the two women clearly in control of the situation, and with the men disarmed and contained, the upper hand was theirs—for now.

Valerie's eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation, her gaze flicking between the four disarmed men huddled in the corner and me, still bound and gagged. After a moment, she smirked and lowered her gun slightly, shifting her stance.

"Untie him," she ordered Erica, gesturing toward you. Erica, still focused on the computer, nodded distractedly but didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she quickly cut the ropes binding my wrists. Once my hands were free, Valerie threw several coils of rope at my feet.

"Now, tie them up," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Nice and tight. And don’t get any ideas."

I began to work, my fingers fumbling slightly as I picked up the first coil of rope. The men in the corner exchanged worried glances but remain silent, knowing they had little choice but to comply. I moved to the first man, looping the rope around his wrists and securing it with a tight knot, pulling it firmly to ensure there was no chance of him slipping free. His face was a mix of fear and resignation as he realized the extent of his helplessness.

One by one, I moved down the line, binding each man’s wrists and then looping the rope around their ankles, making sure they were completely immobilized. The rope creaked under the strain as I tightened each knot, their suits now ruffled and disheveled under the restraints.

Once they were all securely tied, Valerie tosses you a bundle of white cloths. “Gag them,” she ordered, her tone casual, as if she was merely asking me to run an errand.

I hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of the situation. But with Valerie’s watchful eyes on me, I knew there was no other option. I took the first cloth and folded it carefully, then moved to the first man. He flinched slightly as I pressed the cloth between his lips, pulling it tight and tying it securely at the back of his head. His protests were reduced to muffled grunts, the white cloth digging into the corners of his mouth.

I repeated the process for the others, each one looking more defeated than the last as they realized how completely they had been subdued. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled struggles, the cloths silencing their attempts to speak or call for help.

Meanwhile, Erica was still engrossed in Carlisle’s computer, her focus unwavering as she clicked through files, searching for whatever critical information she was after. The soft clatter of the keyboard was the only sound she made, her concentration sharp and undistracted by the tension in the room.

Valerie watched me work with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Once the last man was gagged, she chuckled softly and walked over to stand behind me, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, her breath warm against my skin.

“Look at you,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Tying up your own men like a good little boy. It must be killing you, having to play along like this. But don’t worry—we’ll be out of your hair soon enough. Just need a little more time, and you can go back to pretending to be in control.”

She straightened up and moved back toward the computer, glancing at Erica. “How much longer?”

“Not long,” Erica replied without looking up, her fingers still flying over the keyboard. “Almost done.”

Valerie nodded, then turns her attention back to me and the bound men. “Hope you’re comfortable, boys,” she said with a sly grin. “You’ll be here for a while. Don’t go anywhere.” She laughed softly at her own joke, the sound cold and merciless, as she reveled in the power she held over all of us.

Erica's fingers tap the final key, and she leaned back from the computer screen with a satisfied smile. "All done," she announced, her voice cutting through the tense silence that had settled over the room. She glanced at Valerie, who has been watching over my group with an almost playful smirk.

Valerie nodded in approval, pushing off from where she had been leaning against the desk. “Good,” she said, her tone brisk. “I’m heading out. You bring the hostages down to the parking garage. But do it quietly. We don’t need any unnecessary attention.”

Erica paused, curiosity flickering in her eyes as she looked up at Valerie. “Where are you going?” she asked, a hint of suspicion lacing her voice.

Valerie just gave her a sly smile, something almost conspiratorial in the way her lips curled. “Trust me,” she replied simply, as if that was all the explanation needed. Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode toward the door, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. A moment later, she was gone, leaving Erica alone with the bound and gagged hostages.

Erica watched the door close behind Valerie before turning her attention back to me and Carlisle, along with the other men now securely tied and gagged on the floor. She took a moment to consider her next move, then stepped forward, her eyes cold and calculating as she surveyed the group.

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me now,” she said, her voice carrying a mocking edge as she addressed the hostages. “You’re all coming with me. Don’t worry, though—I’ll make sure it’s a nice, quiet trip down to the parking garage. Wouldn’t want to disturb anyone else, now would we?”


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 7:
She moved closer to me, bending down slightly to ensure I could see the smirk on her face. “Here’s how this is going to work,” she continued, her tone almost conversational. “You’re going to behave, and I’m going to get you all where you need to go without any fuss. If anyone decides to get clever… well, let’s just say I’m not in the mood for games.”

Erica straightened up and motioned toward the elevator. “Let’s get moving. I’ll untie your legs, but if any of you try anything, you’ll regret it. Understand?”

The muffled grunts and reluctant nods from the men were all the confirmation she needed. With a swift efficiency, Erica began to loosen the ropes around our ankles, leaving our hands bound and our mouths still gagged. She was careful to keep control, never taking her eyes off the hostages as she works.

“Quiet as mice,” she murmured as she finished with the last man, her voice soft but with a steely undercurrent. “Let’s go.”

With that, she gestured toward the door, and the hostages began to shuffle forward, our movements awkward and stilted but obedient. Erica followed closely behind, her eyes sharp, ensuring there were no sudden moves or attempts at escape. The elevator ride down to the parking garage was tense and silent, the only sounds the soft shuffling of feet and the faint hum of the machinery as we descend.

Erica’s mind was focused, her thoughts only on the task at hand, as she prepared to deliver the hostages to whatever fate awaited us below.

Erica led the group of bound and gagged hostages into the dimly lit, silent parking garage. The only sound was the soft echo of our shuffling footsteps against the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with tension, and each step felt like it could shatter the fragile quiet that blanketed the space.

As we approached a row of parked cars, a sudden rustling sound caused Erica to pause. From behind one of the cars, a member of the security team emerged, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him—security team of NexaCorp, their expensive suits rumpled, their mouths stuffed with white cloths, and their hands bound tightly in front of them.

“Don’t move!” the security officer barked, his voice echoing harshly in the garage. He raised his hand, the flashlight in one and a gun in the other, both trained on Erica. “Step away from them and untie the hostages, now!”

Erica froze, her mind racing as she assessed the situation. The hostages stood awkwardly behind her, their muffled protests filling the air, but Erica remained calm, her eyes narrowing as she considered her options.

“I said, untie them!” the officer commanded again, his voice more insistent this time. “And take out those gags. Now!”

Before Erica could respond, the distant rumble of an engine disrupted the tense standoff. The sound grew louder, and suddenly, an unmarked moving truck pulled up beside us, its tires screeching slightly as it came to an abrupt halt. The security officer's attention wavered as he glanced at the truck, uncertainty flashing across his face.

The driver's door swung open, and out stepped Valerie, her expression cool and composed. She quickly pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at the security officer. “Drop the weapon,” she ordered, her voice firm and deadly calm.

The officer’s eyes darted between Valerie and Erica, realizing too late that he was outmatched. He hesitated for a split second too long, and Valerie moved closer, the barrel of her gun never wavering.

“I said, drop it,” Valerie repeated, this time with a dangerous edge to her voice. The officer reluctantly lowered his weapon, letting it clatter to the ground.

“Good,” Valerie said, a faint smile playing on her lips as she climbed out of the truck. She gestures for him to step back. “Now, don’t do anything stupid. Just stay quiet, and no one gets hurt.”

The officer stepped back slowly, his hands raised slightly in surrender. Valerie kept her gun trained on him as she approached, her eyes cold and calculating.

Valerie exited the truck with a purposeful stride, her gun still trained on the security officer. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a piece with a swift, practiced motion. The officer watched in tense silence, knowing better than to resist as Valerie approached him.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a cold smile as she pressed the strip of duct tape over his mouth, smoothing it down firmly. “This’ll keep you quiet.” The muffled protest he tried to make was quickly stifled by the adhesive, leaving him standing there, hands still raised in futile surrender.

Valerie stepped back, satisfied, and turned toward the truck, where Erica had been watching the scene unfold with a hint of impatience. “What took you so long?” Erica asked, her tone sharp, though there was a note of curiosity in her voice.

Instead of answering directly, Valerie walked to the back of the truck and unlocked the heavy doors with a swift motion. She swung them open, revealing the dimly lit interior. There, inside the truck, were the twelve executives from the conference room, each one still bound and gagged, their expensive suits crumpled and their white cloth gags securely tied between their lips. They lie in a disheveled heap, clearly worse for wear but still very much alive.

“Had to make a little detour,” Valerie finally responded, a smug grin spreading across her face as she stepped aside to give Erica a full view of the scene. “Thought we’d bring along some extra insurance.”

Erica’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of the subdued executives. She let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Well, well,” she said, her lips curling into a smile. “I didn’t expect to see them again so soon.”

“Neither did they,” Valerie replied with a chuckle, glancing back at the men. Their eyes darted between the two women, muffled grunts of protest slipping through their gags, but there was no escape for them now.

“Nice of you to join us,” Erica said dryly, her demeanor shifting back to controlled confidence now that the situation was under their control.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Valerie replies with a smirk, her gun still pointed at the officer. She glanced at the hostages, then back at Erica. “Load them into the truck. We need to move, now.”

Erica nodded, quickly taking charge of the situation. She gestured to the hostages, directing them toward the back of the truck. They shuffled forward, their movements awkward and slow, but the fear in their eyes kept them compliant.

Valerie kept her gun trained on the security officer, making sure he stayed in place as Erica began loading the hostages into the back of the truck. “You just had to play hero, didn’t you?” Valerie said, her tone almost mocking as she addressed the officer. “Now look where it’s gotten you.”

With the hostages secured in the truck, Valerie stepped back, still keeping her gun trained on the officer. She gave him one last look, a warning in her eyes, before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Get in,” Valerie ordered Erica, who quickly obeyed, slipping into the passenger seat.

Erica’s gaze lingered on the bound figures for a moment longer before she nodded, her mind already working on the next step. “Alright, let’s get moving. We’ve got what we need, and we don’t want to stay in one place for too long.”

Valerie slammed the truck doors shut again with a decisive bang, securing the latch. “Let’s go,” she agreed, and with a final glance at the duct-taped security officer, the two women moved quickly back to the front of the truck, ready to disappear into the night with their valuable, unwilling cargo.

As the truck’s engine roared to life, Valerie kept her eyes on the security officer until they were safely out of the parking garage, the hostages bound and gagged in the back as they sped away into the night.


To be continued…

[Boundngagged75]

Part 8:
In the cramped, dimly lit space at the back of the truck, I found myself surrounded by the other bound and gagged men. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear, each man struggling in the tight confines, their once-pristine suits now wrinkled and dirty from the ordeal. The ropes around my wrists dig into my skin, the rough fibers chafing with each futile attempt to loosen them.

Around me, the other executives twisted and writhed in their restraints, their bodies shifting uncomfortably against one another. Their white cloth gags, tied tightly between their lips, stifled any attempt at speech, reducing their protests to muffled moans and grunts. The sounds of their desperation filled the small space—a chorus of strained, muted voices that echoed off the metal walls of the truck.

Every so often, one of the men tried to buck against the ropes, but the bindings held firm, and the only result was more frustrated, muffled noises. The atmosphere was suffocating, the panic palpable as each man realized the helplessness of his situation.

Suddenly, the truck lurched forward, and I felt the vibration of the engine beneath me as it began to move. The rumble of the vehicle’s movement was a small comfort—a sign that maybe, just maybe, there might be a chance to alert someone on the outside. But as the truck slowed down, the sound of the engine hummed steadily, then stopped, the sense of hope began to fade.

I heard the faint, muffled conversation of the women up front and realized the truck was stopping at a security checkpoint—perhaps the last obstacle before the truck could leave the garage. This could be your only chance.

As the truck rolled to a halt, the men around you seemed to come to the same realization. The struggling intensified as each man attempted to draw attention to their plight. Their muffled groans grew louder, more frantic, as they tried to push their gagged voices past the thick layers of cloth. The sound of their bound bodies shuffling against the cold metal floor grew more desperate, the ropes creaking under the pressure of their exertions.

Outside the truck, I could hear the murmur of voices, the indistinct conversation between Valerie and the security personnel. It was just out of reach, muffled by the thick walls of the truck, but I could sense the tension in the air. The other men continued to struggle, their muffled protests becoming a crescendo of desperate noise, all in a futile attempt to be heard, to signal to someone—anyone—that something was wrong.

But the thick walls of the truck, combined with the cloth gags, seemed to absorb much of the sound, reducing the cacophony inside to nothing more than a low, almost imperceptible hum outside. The security checkpoint seemed to stretch on forever, every second feeling like an eternity. The men tried to yell, to slam their feet against the floor, to do anything to make their presence known, but it was like shouting into a void. The frustration and fear were overwhelming, pressing down on all of us like a weight.

The truck jerked forward again, the engine revving as it began to move past the checkpoint. The realization hits—whatever chance we had of being discovered had slipped away. The truck continued on its way, the protests of the men inside fading back into the hopelessness of their muffled struggles as the darkness of the garage gave way to the open road.

As the truck cruised smoothly onto the open road, the dim interior lights of the cab casted a soft glow over Erica and Valerie. The atmosphere between them was charged with the thrill of their success, yet there was a calmness as they settled into the rhythm of the drive.

Erica glanced out the window, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I've got everything I need on Carlisle," she said, her voice cool and confident. "The files on that flash drive? They’re enough to ruin him and the rest of those idiots. Hidden debts, shady deals, criminal activities... I could bring down the whole company if I wanted to."

Valerie chuckled, her hands relaxed on the steering wheel as she kept her eyes on the road. "Carlisle thought he was untouchable. They all did." She glanced over at Erica, a sly grin creeping onto her face. "But now, we’ve got them exactly where we want them."

Erica nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "They’ll do whatever I say. I can demand anything—favors, promotions, shares in the company. They’ll have no choice but to comply. After all, who’s going to risk their precious reputations when I’ve got all the dirt?"

Valerie let out a low, satisfied hum, clearly enjoying the thought of their captives squirming under the weight of Erica’s blackmail. She glanced over her shoulder, her grin widening as she thinks about the men crammed in the back of the truck, bound, gagged, and utterly helpless. "Speaking of them," she said, her tone laced with mischief, "what do you think we should do with our little group of hostages back there? They’re all trussed up so nicely… It seems a shame to let it go to waste."

Erica raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Valerie’s suggestion. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Valerie smirked, her eyes glinting with a playful yet dangerous edge. "Oh, I’m sure we could come up with something… entertaining. After all, it’s not every day you have the entire executive team of NexaCorp at your mercy." She laughed softly, the sound filled with dark amusement. "We’ve got them tied up and gagged—might as well have a little fun before we decide what to do with them."

Erica considered it, her mind playing with the idea. There was a certain satisfaction in the thought of toying with the men who once held so much power, who now found themselves utterly powerless. She leaned back in her seat, a smirk spreading across her face. "You know," she said slowly, "I think you’re right. We’ve earned a bit of amusement, haven’t we?"

Valerie grinned, her eyes flashing with anticipation. "Exactly. Let’s make sure they know just how much trouble they’re in."

The two women shared a conspiratorial glance, the bond between them strengthened by their shared thrill. As the truck continued down the road, the bound and gagged men in the back remained oblivious to the dark plans forming in the minds of their captors.

The truck pulled into the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, its tires crunching over the gravel as it slowed to a stop. The building was vast, its towering walls covered in rust and graffiti, with shattered windows that let in slivers of moonlight. As the engine died, the silence inside the truck became more pronounced, punctuated only by the occasional muffled groan from the back.

Erica and Valerie exchanged a quick glance before stepping out of the cab, their boots echoing on the cold concrete as they walked around to the back. With a metallic clank, Valerie undid the latch and swung the doors open wide, revealing the twelve bound and gagged men inside.

The dim light from the warehouse spilled into the truck, illuminating the disheveled figures of the executives. Their expensive suits were crumpled and streaked with dirt, the ropes binding their wrists and ankles tight and unyielding. Each man had a white cloth gag tied firmly between his lips, the fabric pulled taut to keep them from speaking. Their mouths strained against the gags as they tried to make themselves heard, but all that escaped were low, muffled moans, their voices barely audible beneath the layers of cloth.

The men twisted and squirmed in their restraints, their eyes wide with fear and frustration. Some tried to sit up, their shoulders rolling awkwardly as they struggled against the ropes, but it was a futile effort. Their bound limbs restricted every movement, and the gags reduced their protests to little more than muted whimpers.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" came the sound of one man, his eyes darting wildly as he tried to communicate through his gag. His muffled pleas blended with the others, creating a soft, almost pitiful chorus of suppressed voices.

Valerie stepped up to the edge of the truck, looking over the helpless men with a smirk. "Would you listen to that?" she said, her voice filled with amusement. "They really thought they could get out of this."

Erica stood beside her, arms crossed as she surveyed the scene. "Pathetic," she muttered, shaking her head. "All that power, all those resources... and now look at them."

One of the executives, his face red from the strain of the gag, let out a particularly loud groan, his eyes pleading for mercy. Valerie chuckles softly. "I almost feel sorry for them," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Almost."

Erica's eyes gleamed as she watched the men continue to struggle, their muffled moans growing more desperate with each passing second. "Let them whimper," she said coldly. "It's the only sound they'll be making for a while."

With that, the two women climb into the truck, their presence looming over the powerless executives, who could only watch and continue their fruitless attempts to break free, their gagged voices swallowed up by the vast emptiness of the warehouse.

As the dim light of the warehouse flickered overhead, Erica and Valerie stood in front of their captives, surveying the scene. The executives, Carlisle, me, and the members of the security team were all lined up, seated on the cold concrete floor, each of us bound tightly with ropes and gagged with white cloths pulled between our lips. Our muffled protests blended with the occasional creaking of the ropes as everyone shifted uncomfortably, trying in vain to escape. The sounds of soft, muted groans filled the air, a desperate and helpless chorus that seemed to amuse the two women.

Valerie paced slowly in front of the group, her eyes scanning the bound men with a wicked smile playing on her lips. She finally stopped, resting a hand on her hip as she turned to Erica. "So, what do you think?" she asked, her tone casual, as if they were discussing something as mundane as dinner plans. "What should we do with our little collection here?"

Erica stood still, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in thought as she took in the sight of the executives and security team, all silenced and helpless at their feet. She tilted her head slightly, considering her options. "We’ve got leverage," she said calmly, her voice smooth. "A lot of it. Carlisle and his cronies... they’re worth a fortune in favors. We could keep squeezing them for as long as we want." She glanced at Carlisle, who glared back at her from behind his gag, his muffled grunts a mixture of anger and fear.

Valerie chuckled softly at the sight. "They’re not in much of a position to argue, are they?" She crouched down in front of one of the security team members, lightly tapping his cheek with the back of her hand. His eyes darted nervously, and he let out a low, muffled sound in response. "It’s almost cute how they keep trying to make noise," she said with a smirk, standing back up.

Erica’s lips curled into a smile. "Cute, but useless," she agreed. "No one’s coming for them." She took a step closer to Carlisle, looking down at him with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "Maybe we keep them around for a while, just in case we need something else from them. Information, more blackmail material... there's always something to gain."

Valerie crossed her arms, leaning against a nearby crate. "Sure," she said with a shrug, "but keeping this many hostages can get... complicated." She eyed the group, watching the futile struggles of the gagged men. "We could have a little fun with them first, before deciding what to do long-term. Maybe teach them a lesson about power. Besides..." She let her voice trail off, grinning wickedly. "They look so much better this way, don’t they?"

Erica’s gaze lingered on the bound group, her eyes cold and calculating. "You're not wrong," she said slowly. "But we can’t drag this out forever. At some point, we’ll have to decide. Maybe we split them up. Some of them could be useful later—others, not so much." She tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully, her mind clearly working through the possibilities.

Valerie nodded. "Yeah, I suppose. We could keep the executives and dispose of the rest once we're done with them." She kicked one of the security members lightly, his muffled grunt barely registering. "These guys were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Erica glanced at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What about him?" she asks, nodding in my direction. "Our security consultant. He’s got a little more to offer than the others, doesn't he? Maybe we could put him to work—under certain conditions, of course."

Valerie tilted her head, eyeing me with curiosity. "Maybe," she said, smirking as she stepped closer, crouching down so her eyes are level with mine. She tilted her head and gave me a long look before standing back up. "He’s not going anywhere for now, that’s for sure."

The two women shared a quiet, satisfied laugh as they continued to plot, their eyes never leaving the group of bound and gagged men, all of whom could do nothing but squirm and groan in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse.


To be continued…