Corporate Enslavement

by Steven Drukker

  CORPORATE ENSLAVEMENT

  By

  Steven Drukker

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  The red double-decker bus pulled out of the dark opening of the warehouse in a belch of black diesel smoke and a growl of power as it gathered speed heading for the high street. The destination sign read, ‘Out of Service’. Looking through the windows of the lower deck, one could see the empty seats. The upper deck, because of its height and darkened windows, revealed nothing of its interior. It was here that unseen passengers were seated.

  Meredith Montgomery and her former secretary Darlene Scott sat next to each other in one of the front seats behind the windscreen. Their still and silent posture belied the wide-eyed even frantic darting of their eyes as they peered through the darkened windscreen at the tangle of traffic and throngs of people below. Those few who looked up saw only a dark silvery reflection on the glass. More than a dozen women passengers sat in primly erect posture scattered throughout the upper deck of the bus; none spoke. Their rigidly seated posture might have been considered demure and their silence merely decorous had anyone been able to glimpse their dark forms through the windows. An unobscured view would have revealed that they were bound and gagged naked in their seats. The thin silvery panes of glass and tightly drawn leather straps buckled and locked to their nude bodies were all that separated them from view and from their freedom. Crimson rubber balls protruding from their mouths seated securely behind their teeth by leather straps cinched at the back of their necks forced their lips to grasp ball-gags in open-mouthed muteness. Some drooled from the corners of their mouths; saliva brimmed over the lower lips of others. In all cases, the women remained mutely sucking on the rubber balls to keep from dribbling on their bared breasts. They looked to be gluttonously holding a much too large red fruit in their mouths - unable to remove it. Sullen silence interlarded with wet sucking sounds as they futilely tried to swallow their saliva underscored the despair and distress reflected in their frantically darting eyes. Tears of fright and helplessness flowed down the cheeks of some of the younger women, including Meredith’s blonde secretary, Darlene. Meredith drew her lips back intermittently, baring her teeth held in open-jawed distension gripping the firm resilience of the rubber ball crammed in her mouth, trying to arrest her copious drooling by hissing her slaver back into her mouth. Then she clasped the bright red sphere in tight-lipped, open-mouthed and rubber-imposed inhibition that denied her the ability to express her frustration and distress until she again felt the saliva stranding from her lower lip and chin onto her bared breasts when she would suck on the ball once more baring her teeth and helplessness with the same futile gesture. She was as helpless as Darlene, unable to aid herself much less the sobbing girl sitting next who kept looking at her expectantly. She sat as rigidly and severely upright as her secretary; bound as stringently; gagged as silently and stripped as naked as she. Their mutual nudity and restraint erased the former social barrier between executive and secretary. If Darlene were not elevated to higher status, Meredith was certainly diminished by her ignominious fall from favour and power. Although Meredith was humiliated by her nakedness; her tightly strapped and effectively gagged condition rendering her powerless and diminished in the eyes of her secretary, she was grateful Darlene hadn’t witnessed her being stripped of power, position, and her expensive clothing in the board room that morning. She could still taste the after-effects of that rigorous and debasing ceremony-it had only been a few hours ago.

  Now they were both bound to a destination and future where they would be considered chattel. They were to be trained and disciplined to serve in sexual servitude for as long as required under the strict and severe conditions customary at the peculiar institution that awaited their arrival. Both women wondered in retrospect at the wisdom of having signed the employment agreement that brought them to this crushing end of their promising careers. The bus growled; the women whimpered and sobbed, their mutual destination loomed in malevolent, stony anticipation some miles and hours away.

  The sustained and rigid immobility demanded of the women by tightly drawn and securely buckled straps was tiring. The myriad buckles each had small brass padlocks locked through tongue rings or brass posts insuring the continuing stress of flesh compressing restraint and wearisome posture without possibility of loosening the straps or escaping the enforced posture. Thus was the appearance of the women bound and naked guaranteed while in transit for delivery to the training institution that was to be the centre of their existence in the near future. The psychological state of the women paralleled their physical disposition imitating in imagination what they experienced in their stringent bondage. The terror of apprehension gripped them as tightly as the buckled and locked straps. Meredith wanted to leave. She strained against her bondage - she burbled her thwarted desire against the stifling ball in her mouth - the bus strained in a low gear, climbing an incline toward an inevitable and dread destination. Her eyes gleamed, open as wide and gorgeous as the sky as she tried to hold back tears forming in watery effulgence against her will. Darlene noted the signs of her employer’s distress trickling down her weary cheeks. She had never seen Meredith cry.

  No particular strap hurt unbearably, but their unyielding combination, forcing Meredith to sit upright and unmoving with her back arched and breasts thrust forward; arms and legs bound helplessly immobilised became at first tiresome and then agonising as the bus lurched and groaned through traffic. The constrained inability to move wore on her and the other girls as well. Meredith could only see Darlene sitting a hand’s-breadth away, but she could hear the others behind her groaning in concert with the bus as they sat in the same rigid compliance to their bondage as she and Darlene. What passed for comfort ensued as the bus escaped the outskirts of town and sped along the coast; at least she wasn’t being tossed from side to side and the tightness of her straps simply became a dull agony rather than the sharp cutting pain endured earlier. The harbour receded behind them; the coast unfurled to the right and Meredith knew their destination lay to the east. The view was beautiful. As many times as she had driven the route she had never really appreciated or even noticed how beautiful. The small towns and villages looked interesting for the first time as if she had never seen them before. Darlene whimpered and brought Meredith rushing back to her own misery and suffering.

  For a brief moment, Meredith had been able to emotionally and mentally push aside her physical duress and divorce herself from the sense of her sorry condition. Darlene continued to look at her as if wondering why she didn’t have them both released. Meredith answered the tacit question by hissing around the rubber ball in her mouth, trying to arrest the saliva that brimmed over her lower lip. A silvery strand glinted in the light, roping off her chin to her chest. The wide cleavage between her out-thrust breasts was slick and wet and a rivulet began to trickle toward her navel. Since she had no control over her own helpless drooling, she was hardly in a position to demand they be let go. Both women began to be annoyed with each other. Darlene felt as if Meredith were responsible in some way for her sad state; forgetting conveniently that she had signed the same agreement of indenture as her boss. Meredith was tired of being stared at by the young women who had formerly worked for her. It was demeaning. She was not accustomed to being naked before her employees. That she was helpless to do anything about it as she sat naked in hopeless exhibition next to the young woman simply ground her humiliation into her psyche beyond what wa
s reasonable. It was cruel and unusual punishment as far as Meredith was concerned. Of course, she hadn’t yet experienced what lay in store only an hour away to the east.

  The equality of their new-found social position, relative to each other and in the eyes of the company that had employed and now owned them, was attested to by the identical arrangement of nudity and posture insisted upon and exhibited clearly by their gagged and bound forms. Meredith was not bound with executive straps. The tightly buckled belt around her arms making her elbows touch behind her back was identical to the one wrenching Darlene’s shoulders back. The same positioning of their arms forced both women to jut her breasts out in the same extravagant display. Additionally, they both assumed the same exaggerated posture, deeply arching their backs as if to raise and hold their breasts on offer since their bound arms didn’t permit them to sit back in their seat. Meredith’s expensively manicured hands were clad in the same type of fingerless gloves as her secretary’s and held as useless and rigorously locked to her wide leather waistband as Darlene’s. The small locks dangling from the buckled wristbands and the steel rings at the tips of the tautly stretched gloves held executive and secretarial hands in the same horizontal helplessness tucked safely and securely to their leather belted waist cinctures with their wrists at their hips and their fingers pointing toward their navels. Meredith looked down at her bare thighs; furtively glancing askance at Darlene’s nylon covered legs and the milky white expanse of flesh above her stocking tops. Identical and equally tight straps cinched and locked just below their bent knees made both women hold their knees clenched together in a demure and modest fashion. Darlene’s booted ankles, crossed and securely bound together mimicked the ladylike posture of Meredith’s trim ankles resolutely bound one over the other. But for the tight strictures’ depressing the skin and indenting her muscle and tendons, Meredith looked to be quite relaxed with her legs positioned as they were. Her Gucci court shoes were the only item of clothing allowed her. A firmly drawn intercrural strap descended from the waist girth and disappeared in the thick wedge of pubic hair all but concealed by their sitting position and their clenched thighs. Meredith felt as if she were being split in two by the mercilessly taut strap cleaving her sex and buttocks. She had squealed helplessly when it was yanked up and buckled at the back of her waist constricting girth earlier. Those watching had nodded with satisfaction at her distress clearly declared in her dark wide eyes. The happily observed fear and pain reflected in the tearful eyes of the former executive was just what was looked for when women employees had the indenture clause in their contracts exercised. It hurt to stand, it hurt to sit and walking was sheer misery. The way it divided the plump mound of her hirsute pubes was mute testimony to its harsh and insidious cruelty. The atrocious subtly of the strap was its near invisibility between her legs, all but disappearing in the deep ridge it cut between her labia and bottom cheeks. It was a constantly painful and unyielding reminder of her newly reduced status as chattel property of the corporation. It would be an article of regularly worn clothing with singular purpose once Meredith began her gruelling training program at the company facilities. The time and distance to that inevitability drew closer with each turn in the road.

  Meredith’s arms ached unbearably. Her shoulders, wrenched back unnaturally by her tightly strapped elbows forced to touch behind her back didn’t permit her to relieve the tension anywhere. With her leather encased hands held immobilised at the sides of her waist, held fast at wrists and fingertips, she simply endured the agony of sitting upright with her back acutely arched because her bound elbows didn’t permit her to lean back on the seat. She couldn’t lean forward either. Her torso was rigidly erect at the insistence of her bound arms, forcing her to expand her chest to its physical limits while she was further restrained from moving by a cleverly effective combination of fasteners and locks holding her to the seat. Snap links between steel staples in the seat back and D-rings sewn and riveted onto the sides of her waist girth held her seated with her buttocks well back in the seat. Arched forward by her bound arms, but with her shoulders pulled back at the same time, a secondary belt teeing off the strap around her elbows rose and buckled to a high stiff collar she wore in concert with the rest of the women aboard the bus. The collar kept her posture correct while serving as an anchor point for the ancillary arm strap and a short chain fastened high on the seat back. The chain was locked to a D-ring at the back of her collar disappearing under her dark hair. The vertical arm strap buckled to the back of the collar applied additional tension to her aching arms while permitting her no movement. With her head raised, a bright silver D-ring hanging lax at the front of her collar shone portentously in riveted security and readiness to have a lead attached. Her upright posture with her breasts proffered meretriciously and her elevated chin held up by the high collar, made her, and all the women, seem to be flaunting their bared breasts and gag dilated lips as if anxious to arrive at their destination. The fright and agony reflected in their teary eyes were all that belied that peculiar image.

  In order to avoid the physical discomfort tantamount to torture, and to escape dwelling on what might happen to her upon arrival at her dread destination, Meredith dredged up the memories of her eventful morning. At least that part of her humiliation was over.

  When she came to work and saw her secretary was not at her desk, she was mildly surprised, but not alarmed. The alarms went off when she entered her office and saw Darlene kneeling at the side of her chair behind the desk. Ropes twined around her arms, legs, and torso held her on her knees with her arms behind her back. When she saw Meredith she said, “They want you in the boardroom,” excitedly moving her head and swishing her long blonde ponytail. Her eyes seemed magnified by the rounded lenses of her glasses. She was nearly naked wearing only her stockings and underwear; even her bra was gone. Her boots remained, with her ankles roped together and her wrists held down and back by connecting ropes to her ankles. Her elbows and knees had been tightly tied together and her bra-less breasts jutted forward between two twines of rope cutting into the soft flesh above and below her bulging mammaries. Meredith didn’t take the time to release her, but briskly paced down the hall to find what the meaning of what she considered an outrage was.

  There was fire in her eyes when she burst into the boardroom. They were all there, the dozen or so well fed board members in their expensive suits that did nothing to disguise their inexpensive figures. Paunchy and beyond middle age, thin and cadaverous, looking to be at grave’s edge, they sat in their serene pomposity as Meredith stormed into the room. She glimpsed the half dozen beefy security men standing beside the doorway, but didn’t really register their presence. She had always considered them dolts with a cumulative intelligence somewhere below that of a clam. She had seen brass doorknobs brighter than most of them.

  “What’s the meaning of this? Why is my secretary tied up in my office? I want to know who did this - heads are going to roll!”

  “Well, well, Miss Montgomery, then you got our message, I presume,” intoned the antique board president as two of the burly security men strode up behind her. When they grasped both her arms, moving and holding them by her wrists and upper arms behind her back, Meredith shouted at them.

  “Let me go! I’m an executive vice president in this firm. You hear!”

  They were holding her so securely that she couldn’t struggle against their strength.

  “No! No this firm no longer employs you. We are invoking your indenture and we now own you. You will be medically examined at our facilities and, if found fit, pressed into service at a level far beneath that of an executive vice president.”

  The expression on Meredith’s face softened from anger to incredulity.

  “This is impossible. I’ve worked here for ten years; you made me a vice president. You can’t do…”

  One of the board members interrupted her in mid-sentence, “Enough talk, strip her!” he said. Beads of perspiration formed on Meredith’s brow and he
r look became terror-stricken.

  Two security guards held her easily. When four more circled her unbuttoning her jacket and blouse; unloosening her belt and letting her skirt fall, Meredith didn’t struggle or protest. She just muttered under her breath at the arrogant old men who were subjecting her to such humiliation.

  “You bastards, I’ll get you for this!”

  No one but the security men heard her and by that time, they had her down to her bra and panties. She wore no garter belt; her tightly elasticised lacy stay-ups kept her hosiery in place. She looked a good deal more tarty in heels and stockings; the bikini cut of her panties barely concealing the delta of her mons, or full bottom cheeks, didn’t detract from the look. Her bra was low cut, pushing the creamy plumpness of her breasts up in smooth slopes of pulchritude. Their ample contours were more delineated than covered by her seemingly too small bra. When handcuffs clicked noisily tight around her wrists, taking her arms behind her, she could do nothing to conceal the attractive, nearly nude, and shapely proportions of her body.

  They turned her toward the side of the room. Then she saw the stout pole and the softly folded rug placed in front of it. The rug was strewn with leather and nylon web straps. Rope wound tightly around the pole at about waist height held a small locking snap-link dangling hard against the pole above the rug. Meredith didn’t like the look of what she saw and she liked it even less when they led her to stand in front of the pole.

  “Kneel on the rug, Miss Montgomery.”

  The polite request was accompanied with an irresistible and insistent pressure on her arms and shoulders. Meredith sank to her knees with a squeal of protest at the ease with which they handled her. Brute force, overwhelming numbers and circumstances commanded her co operation. So, when she was ordered to move her knees apart and spread her thighs, she did as she was told. A nylon strap was fitted under her shins near her ankles and brought up over her upper thighs quite near her groin. The touch of strange men’s hands so near her sex caused her to start, but they were only interested in the correct placement of the straps. Cinching them tight enough to make her whimper, they cut into the softness of her thighs, crushing her calves to her thighs preventing her from unfolding her legs. In her compelled kneeling posture, her wrists still cuffed behind her, two of the security men picked her up bodily and turned her facing out into the room with her back to the post. Bound on her knees wearing only her revealing lingerie Meredith didn’t like her prospects, but helpless to do much about it, she didn’t attempt to struggle in what she knew would be a futile attempt to escape the security men who exercised complete and humiliating control over her. Intellect was not a requirement and six brawny Neanderthals had little trouble in subduing and binding her in way she hadn’t dreamed of or expected. She opened her mouth to scream as one of the men grabbed a fistful of her long auburn hair, wrenching her head back and craning her neck painfully. By opening her mouth she inadvertently presented the opportunity for another of the guards to slip a large, neoprene sleeved, steel ring in her mouth. Before she could even begin to scream or object, he turned the ring upright behind her front teeth and passed the buckling gag straps beneath her ears and behind her neck. Yet another of the security men threaded the strap through its buckle and when he pulled it tight and secured it, Meredith’s time for protest was over. The large steel ring jacked her mouth wide, hurting her jaw, and forcing her mouth to stay open while her lips formed a malleable ring in rounded imitation of the steel ring jammed behind her teeth. Now any objections or protests she might make were only garbled nonsense, she was nearing the condition appropriate for the ritualistic and degrading dismissal procedures planned especially for her by the board. First, they deprived her of her bra by simply cutting it off. Her garbled nonsensical objections were ignored. Moving her shoulders back and forth in a useless attempt to conceal her bared breasts only made them sway provocatively, she stopped in utter humiliation as all the board members and the security men watched her embarrassment with unconcealed enjoyment.