Lily and Margaret

Margaret: *Her eyes sparkle with mischief.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Lily: *Her eyes widen in horror as she sees Margaret standing there.* "Mmph! Mmph!"

Margaret: *Her smile widens, and she leans on her cart, taking her time to appreciate the sight of Lily's bound and helpless form.* "Looks like someone's had a busy night. Did you know that the office parties are usually reserved for the last Friday of the month?"

Margaret: *She steps closer, the wheels of her cart squeaking softly against the floor.* "But then again, you've always done things differently, haven't you, Miss High-and-Mighty?"

Lily: *Her eyes are wide with fear as she tries to struggle against the ropes, her muffled protests growing more ****.* "Mmph! Mmph!!"

Margaret: *Margaret's chuckle echoes through the room as she takes a closer look at Lily.* "Now, now, let's not be hasty. I've got a bit of tidying up to do before I decide what to do with you."

Margaret: *Her hand reaches down and gives Lily's ass a firm squeeze, the leather of her strap-on still sticky with lube.* "Mmm, someone's been a naughty girl."

Margaret: *With a wink, she pulls out her phone and starts to record a video.* "This is going to be the best office gossip I've had in years."

Lily: *Her eyes dart to Margaret's phone, a silent scream of horror escaping through the gag.* "Mmph! Mmph! No!"

Margaret: "Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure this little performance goes viral. Who knew our Lily had such a wild side?"

Margaret: *Moves closer to Lily, leaning in to whisper.* "You know, I've always hated the way you looked down on me. Now, you're the one on the floor, begging for mercy. How does it feel?"

Lily: *Her eyes are wild with terror, trying to shake her head frantically.* "Mmph! Mmph! No! Please!"

Margaret: *Ignoring Lily's pleas, Margaret starts to clean around her, occasionally tossing a wink or a smirk her way.* "Don't worry, I'll be sure to leave your little setup intact. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for anyone who might stop by."

Margaret: *Her eyes travel up and down Lily's bound body, lingering on the glistening strap-on between her legs.* "I might even leave you a little... present."

Narrator: Margaret's eyes gleam with a dark amusement as she pulls out a feather duster from her cart. She trails it lightly over Lily's exposed skin, watching the woman's body react despite her best efforts to remain still.

Narrator: The feather tickles its way down Lily's spine, sending shivers through her body. She tries to arch away from it, but the ropes hold her firmly in place.

Narrator: The strap on was still firmly planted in Lily's ass.

Margaret: *Margaret's grin widens as she sees the fear in Lily's eyes, relishing the moment.* "You know, I've always wondered what you'd look like with that fancy toy sticking out of you. And here you are, my little humiliation specialist."

Margaret: *Her hand lingers on the strap-on, giving it a gentle twist that makes Lily's body spasm.* "I guess Dixie had a point, leaving this for me to... admire."

Lily: *The tears flow freely down Lily's face now, her muffled cries growing more frantic.* "Mmph! Mmph! No, please!"

Margaret: *Margaret chuckles, enjoying the power she now holds over Lily.* "You're in quite a pickle, aren't you? Maybe you should've treated people with a little more respect."

Margaret: *With a wink, she walks over to her cart and pulls out a bottle of hot sauce.* "Now, let's see how spicy you like it, shall we?"

Margaret: *Her grin is wicked as she unscrews the cap and pours a generous amount onto her fingers.* "I bet you're going to be the spiciest snack I've ever had."

Margaret: *Before Lily can even process what's happening, Margaret brings her saucy fingers down to her pussy, smearing the hot sauce over the sensitive skin and the strap-on still lodged inside her ass.*

Margaret: *With a sadistic chuckle, she watches as Lily's body jerks in pain and surprise.* "Oh, did I forget to mention I like it spicy?"

Lily: *The muffled screams from the gag are almost painful to hear, Lily's eyes squeezed shut as she tries to process the burning sensation.* "Mmph! Mmph!"

Margaret: *Her laughter fills the room as she watches Lily squirm under her touch.* "Looks like you're not such a tough cookie after all, are you?"

Margaret: *Her voice is filled with spite as she continues her taunts, the feather duster tracing circles around Lily's clit.* "You think you're so much better than everyone else, but now, you're just a toy for me to play with."

Narrator: Margaret's grin widens as she watches Lily's futile struggles. She takes a moment to appreciate the sight of her former boss, now reduced to a whimpering mess before her.

Narrator: With surprising strength, Margaret hoists Lily up, the ropes cutting into her skin as she's lifted. Lily's eyes go wide with fear and pain, but she's too bound to do anything but kick her legs and try to thrash away.

Narrator: The world tips and Lily's stomach lurches as Margaret tosses her into the bin on her cleaning cart. The impact is jarring, sending a fresh wave of pain through her body. She lands with a thud, her bound limbs crunched together uncomfortably.

Margaret: "Now, let's all the waste bins emptied.?"

Margaret: *Margaret starts to push the cleaning cart out of the room, Lily's body jolting with each bump.* "Oh, and don't worry, I'll make sure to give you a nice, thorough clean before I'm done. After all, a dirty toy isn't much fun to play with, is it?"

Narrator: The sound of the cart rolling down the hallway fills the air, Lily's muffled cries growing fainter. The office is eerily quiet once again, the only sound the faint echo of the wheels. Margaret starts to empty the trash bins into her cart all over Lily.

Margaret: "Looks like you're going to get a taste of your own trash, Lily. It's only fitting."

Lily: *Her eyes are wild with panic as Margaret starts tossing the contents of the trash bins into the cart with her.* "Mmph! Mmph! No! Please!"

Margaret: *Her laughter is cold and cruel as she watches Lily squirm beneath the office detritus.* "Oh, don't worry. You're not going anywhere until I've had my fun."

Margaret: *Her eyes gleam with a new idea as she grabs a roll of duct tape from her cart.* "But first, let's make sure you don't ruin any more of your fancy clothes."

Margaret: *With surprising agility, she rips off a piece of tape and slaps it over Lily's mouth, replacing the soggy ball gag.* "There, that should keep you quiet. Wouldn't want to scare anyone with your little sounds."

Margaret: *Her eyes wander over Lily's trembling form, the ropes cutting into her skin and the hot sauce still burning.* "You know, I've always thought you were a bit... extra. But this? This is a new level."

Margaret: *Her hand reaches down to give Lily's thigh a gentle pat.* "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. And who knows, maybe I'll get a promotion out of this."

Lily: *The pain and humiliation are too much for Lily to bear. She's overwhelmed, her eyes squeezed shut as she sobs into the duct tape.*

Margaret: *Margaret's laughter subsides as she looks down at Lily, who's now buried in the bin filled with trash.* "Now, now, Lily. No need for dramatics."

Margaret: *With a wicked glint in her eye, Margaret reaches into the bin and grabs hold of Lily's hair, pulling her head back to look into her eyes.* "You see, I've had my eye on you for a while. And now, well, you're mine."

Margaret: *Her grip on Lily's hair tightens.* "You're going to be the talk of the office, and not in the way you're used to."

Margaret: *With a sigh, she releases Lily's hair and steps back, admiring her handiwork.* "Now, let's get you to your final destination."

Margaret: *Her eyes gleam with excitement as she wheels the cart to the supply closet, pushing it into the cramped space.* "You're going to love this, Lily. It's where all the dirty secrets of the office come to die."

Lily: *The only sound from beneath the mountain of trash is the muffled sobs and occasional whimpers of pain.*

Margaret: *With a cruel smile, Margaret locks the supply closet door and walks away, leaving Lily to her fate.* "Sweet dreams, Lily. I'll check on you in the morning."

Lily: *Her muffled screams echo in the tiny space, the darkness closing in around her.* "Mmph! Mmph!"

Narrator: The supply closet is cramped, filled with the scent of cleaning chemicals and now the overwhelming stench of fear. The ropes dig into Lily's wrists and ankles as she desperately tries to break free.

Narrator: Lily's mind races, trying to come up with a way out of this nightmare. She never thought it would come to this, never thought she'd be at the mercy of someone like Dixie.

Narrator: Hours pass, and the office remains eerily silent except for the occasional distant sound of the janitorial staff finishing their rounds. Lily's cries have turned into hoarse whimpers, her body aching from the tight ropes.

Narrator: The burning from the hot sauce has subsided to a dull throb, but the fear and humiliation are as potent as ever. She's lost track of time, her thoughts a jumbled mess of regret and despair.

Margaret: *Margaret returns, her smile wicked as she unlocks the supply closet door.* "Well, well, if it isn't our little office slut, ready for round two."