Gavin embezzles.

I remained chained up in that room for three hours. My knees ached and my shoulders screamed from the position, but I never uttered a sound. I was sufficiently afraid of his punishments that I obediently bore the bondage in silence.

It gave me time to think about everything that had happened. I was truly helpless to fight him. I had no reasonable hope that anyone anywhere would help me. I had no legal recourse, and no resources. I was completely and utterly at his mercy.

All my life I had entertained the occasional damsel in distress fantasy. I often enjoyed reading stories wherein a strong, intelligent girl was captured and corrupted to fulfil her captors fantasies. It was pretty twisted stuff, but I loved it.

Now that it was real, however, I found it less exciting. I was uncomfortable and I was scared, but if I'm being honest with myself I was at least a little turned on. I just have a bit of a submissive streak, I guess.

Gavin returned. The light from the hallway blinds me painfully as he threw the door open and released me from my strict position. I slumped towards the floor but he quickly secured the manacles on my wrists to one another behind my back.

He hauled me to my feet and put a rough leather collar around my neck, complete with a leash. Something primal about being on a leash sent a surge of arousal and humiliation through me. "On your feet, bitch. We're going for a walk."

"Sir." I said, the word becoming increasingly comfortable on my tongue. I climbed to my feet and he immediately lead me out into the hall.

I had never been naked in front of men before, at least outside of the bedroom, and that was only ever one at a time. This was something very different. I felt their eyes on me as I was led like an animal through the halls. I felt shame and embarrassment like fire in my blood, my cheeks and chest blushing furiously.

Most of the eyes were judging, weighing, considering. I wasn't naive; I knew that those male eyes on my young body were evaluating my desirability and nothing else. To my satisfaction, I saw approval and lust in the eyes of several of the men I passed. For some reason, that deepened my shame and arousal both.

Gavin seemed to be eager to get me into the stairwell. Once inside, he pushed my back against the wall and **** his hand between my legs. I bit back a surprised yelp as his probing fingers dug into my pussy, forcing an unwilling moan from my lips.

His hand came away slick with my juices and he laughed. "Slut."

I felt my shame boil my blood again, but said nothing. Neither did he. His point was made. He pulled me by my leash down several flights of stairs and into the parking garage, where he led me to a parked sedan. He opened the trunk and turned to me. "Get in. Keep quiet."

That's when I realized he was stealing me from the company. That what tiny, miniscule hope of organizational protection I could have expected from the company was gone. I was being smuggled out. I shook my head desperately. "Please, sir. I'll be good. Please let me sit anywhere else, sir."

His response was a stinging slap to the face. Tears welled up in my eyes and I spoke reflexively, "I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me, please, sir."

He huffed and practically lifted me by my leash until I scrambled into the trunk of the car and laid down voluntarily. Which, with my arms still securely bound behind my back, was no small feat.

He slammed the lid of the trunk down above my head and I curled up into a naked ball to comfort myself. Things were about to get much worse for me, I could feel it.