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May 14, 2018

I arrive to Mr. Little's house for a meeting to go over some details I had uncovered about our arms dealers. I get out of my truck and casually walk up to the front door. Suddenly, a man grabs me from behind. My heart is racing so fast and I'm so scared that I faint in his arms.

I awake to find myself being slapped in the face by Mr. Little. While I was out, he took my panties off and now they were in my lap. My legs were taped spread; putting my sex on display. My arms were taped tightly behind my back. I struggled to loosen my bonds as Mr. Little shoved my panties into my mouth and then covered it with the same tape he used to tape me to the chair. I asked him why he was doing this and for him to stop. He told me I was careless and if I wanted to work for him I needed to be more observant of what was going on around me. You never know when you are being followed etc. I got his point but I thought he was going about teaching me a lesson in a harsh way. He unbuttoned my white blouse revealing a red bra underneath. Mr. Little then pulled my breasts out of my bra and pinched my nipples hard. Small sounds of pain escaped my mouth as his fingers rolled each nipple between his finger tips. His hands found themselves in between my legs, even though I protested. Secretly, I liked it. There was something about Mr. Little that struck my fancy. Whether it was his brash personality or those glasses, either way. His hands between my legs were a welcomed surprise but I couldn't let him know that. He'd take advantage of me more and Mr. Big Boss wouldn't be pleased.

Eventually Mr. Little left me in the room alone. I tried to get my hands free of the tape. I was almost free except for the outside of my wrists. If I could just bend my hand more at an upward angle I would be free. I lifted my legs from the chair trying to loosen the hold the tape had on my thighs and ankles. It helped very little. I kept struggling to get out of this predicament, circling my chair along the room. Mr. Little came back into the room and noticed the progress that I had made on my wrists. He picked up the tape and wrapped multiple layers around my wrists to secure them tighter. Then the asshole had the nerve to tell me to try and escape. That's what I was doing the entire time and I almost had it before he added more tape to the situation! I pulled some more against the tape, lifting my ass off the chair. With my legs spread as wide open as they were, I was glad I was alone. I didn't want to give just anyone this kind of show. I walked the chair over to the book case and rubbed my wrists up and down on the edge, just to see if I could make any progress. I couldn't. I would have to get better at this escaping thing soon or if I ever found myself in real danger I would be screwed.

Soon, Mr. Little found his way back to the room. He came up to me and said it was time for the interrogation scene as he grabbed his package in front of my face. His hands moved down in between my legs again; rubbing up and down as a sly smile slid across his face.

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