Archive-name: Bondage/corass01.txt

Archive-author: Lindsay Crawford

Archive-title: Corporate Assets - or Welcome to L.A.)  1





To say that Sandra was not popular in the office was an

understatement. She was hated, despised. But she was also feared. She

had worked her way up in the corporation by knowing how to get rid of

people who stood in her way. She had learned that people needed to be put

in their place. She had fired more secretaries than anyone in the history

of the company. She had gotten rid of more co-workers than most companies

hire. She specialized in making things so unpleasant that few could stand

up to it. Secretaries were reduced to tears after a session with Sandra.

Co-workers exploded in rage at her treatment. Employes would go to their

bosses to complain, but nothing ever happened to Sandra, because Sandra was

efficient. Sandra made money for the company and as long as she did that

she was protected.



At 38, Sandra considered herself a success. She was the Vice President

of Marketing for a large real estate development corporation. She had a

house in the hills outside Los Angeles. She went to Europe every year on

vacation. She drove a new Mercedes. Her light brown, almost blonde, hair

was styled by the same stylist who did Linda Evans. Sandra was well known

among the exclusive stores which line Rodeo Drive. This is what Sandra was

thinking as she looked through a brochure for cosmetic surgery. She was

proud of her large breasts, but they might be in need of some help. She

hadn't been able to keep up her regime of exercise and her stomach was

bigger than she liked. Her hips had begun to spread, making her dresses

tight. In fact her big ass had become something of a topic of conversation

around the office. She was considering whether to have liposuction to take

care of these small imperfections when she looked up and saw her secretary,

Sheila. Sheila was 23 and bright. A recent college graduate, the attractive

woman was popular with her co-workers. All of this counted against her as

far as Sandra was concerned. If there were fatal sins in Sandra's eyes,

they were being too bright, too attractive and, worst yet, too popular.



Just seeing Sheila's youth and beauty set Sandra off. She called for

Sheila to come into her office and shut the door. "I think you may be the

worst secretary I've ever had," screamed Sandra. "I've tried to work with

you. I've given you every chance and you always screw things up!" Sheila

had heard about this little play. Sandra would call in her secretary and

berate her for 30 minutes a day. Sheila had only started to work so she

hadn't really seen Sandra in action. Sandra began shrieking at Sheila.

Suddenly no part of Sheila's life was immune from Sandra's stinging

criticism. Sheila was too slow with her work; she was sloppy; she didn't

dress good enough; she spent to much time gossiping; she spent too much

time socializing with her co-workers after hours. The tongue lashing was

vicious. It started with a memo that Sandra had dictated. Sheila had gotten

it word for word. Now Sandra was claiming it was all wrong. "I've had

enough of your incompetence. Get out of my sight. I'll call personnel and

order your final check. I want you out of the office in 5 minutes or I'm

calling security," ranted Sandra. Sheila was shocked. She had expected the

yelling but not to be fired just when she had bought a new car. She had

even asked Sandra if she was pleased with Sheila's work. Sandra knew Sheila

had bought the car on Sandra's assurance that everything was fine. "But

what about my car payments and my new apartment? What about my bills?"

asked Sheila in disbelief. "That's your problem," sneered Sandra. "You

should have done a better job, then you wouldn't be losing this one."

Sheila broke into tears and fled the office. 



She ran into the stairwell and sobbed. Others in the office had

noticed her as she ran covering her face. They joined her in the stairwell.

"So she got you too?" asked Cindy, another secretary. "Look it's not you,

it's her," consoled Tim. "She sick and cruel." "I wish there was something

that we could do to teach her a lesson," said Amy. "Well maybe there is,"

said Bob. "I think we've all had enough of this bitch. And I think I know

how to even the score." "What are you talking about?" they all asked at the

same time. Bob smiled," I know a few people from my days in construction

who might be willing to settle this debt for us." With that Bob left the

group and returned to his office. Within the hour he had made a number of

phone calls. At lunch the others in the office stopped by to find him

smiling. "What are you smiling about?" they wanted to know. "Ask me no

questions and I'll tell you no lies," is all Bob would say.



Sandra finished up some last minutes details on a campaign she was

supervising as five o'clock rolled around. She was pleased with the

campaign. She was more pleased to have gotten rid of that simpering idiot

Sheila. Maybe the next secretary would have some brains, but Sandra doubted

it. The next one would not be as good looking as Sheila. That was the

problem with these young girls, Sandra decided. They only worried about

their looks. Well, she had outlasted them all. No bimbo was going to get

her goat. The same for those asshole men who were always trying to get her

to sleep with them. Fuck them all, she thought as she packed up her

briefcase and locked her office door. She always locked her door, because

she knew that others in the office would go through her files looking for

something to damage her. She was too smart for that cheap shit. She took

the elevator down to the lobby and then took another elevator to the

parking garage.



She was thinking about her newly won personal parking space as she

made her way across the garage. There were lots of people trying to get

one, but she had beaten them all. She would always be smarter and tougher

than "them" and if they tried to fuck with her, they'd be sorry. As she

turned the corner near her parking slot, she saw that a beat-up white van

was stopped in the aisle. Its hood was up and two men were bent over the

engine. The van was directly behind Sandra's Mercedes. "Get that hunk of

junk out of the way. I'm in a hurry," she yelled at the two men. They

turned to look at her. One was tall and skinny, the other was short and

stocky. Both wore dirty jeans and T-shirts. Neither said anything or made a

move. Sandra strode up to them, "Didn't you hear me? I have an appointment.

A very important appointment. Move it you assholes!" Suddenly she was

grabbed from behind. A rough hand was clapped over her mouth. She was

turned and thrown down on the trunk of her car. She dropped her briefcase.

Swiftly, before she could even think. Her hands were roughly pulled behind

her back. She felt rough cord being used to tie her hands. Something was

slipped over her eyes. The rough hand was removed, but as she opened her

mouth to yell a gag was stuffed in it. Her legs were lifted off the ground

and her ankles were tied. She felt something come near her right ear.

"Yeah, you got a real important appointment, with us," said a raspy male

voice. 



Sandra was lifted by several hands. She felt herself being loaded into

 the van. It smelled of gasoline and sweat. The side door slid shut. The

engine roared to life and the van jerked forward. She was thrown from side

to side as the van made the sharp turns in the parking garage. Then a bump

and smooth road; They had left the garage. Sandra tried to scream through

her gag. She fought against the cords that bound her hands and feet. It was

no use, she was tied up like a sheep for slaughter.



(TO BE CONTIUNED)



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