3pm in Tori's office

At 3pm sharp, as you all agree, you arrive at Tori's door. It's locked, a "Meeting in progress" sign on display outside. You knock twice, then text her. "Hey Tori, it's me, John." Just like Anna's, the HR manager's office is soundproof, and you don't hear anything for a few seconds until the door unlocks. Tori stands in the door, with her hourglass shape outlined by her dark green dress and wearing a big smile. Her cheeks are flush, outlined by the pale skin and the red curls that frame her face. "Come in, John. Anna hasn't arrived yet."

You enter Tori's office, and she closes the door behind you, locking it back. You take a moment to look around. It's a large room, which makes sense: as head of HR, Tori is part of the executive team, in all but name. A sizable desk - an elegant wooden piece of furniture, sturdy and solid, complete with a modern office chair and a couple of leather chairs in front of it - occupies the back of the room. A sofa with its accompanying table is placed to the side of it. And, in the corner, behind Tori's desk, there's a large storage cabinet, more wide than tall, presumably for storing important documents.

"Where's Doe?" You ask, curious, since there's just the two of you in the room. Tori grins. "Oh, she's getting her orientation right now." You lift your brow, "Okay..." visibly unclear on what is going on. "Do you want to take a look?" asks Tori wryly, and you nod, while she opens the cabinet.

Doe is squeezed inside the cabinet, resting against the back wall. She's trussed up with tape, in a very constraining position. Her arms are pulled behind her back, and from her posture, with the chest pushed forward, it seems that Tori tied both her wrists and elbows. Her shirt is open, baring her full, painfully swollen breasts, bound tightly. As if the the restraints weren't enough, wooden clothespins bite into her nipples. She's crouched in her high heels, with her frogtied legs spread widely. Doe's skirt is lifted to her waist, and, firmly held in place with intricate layers of tape, a magic wand is pressed against her pussy, humming slowly. She's gagged and blindfolded too, layers of tape covering her mouth and eyes, and leaving only her nose exposed. She's breathing heavily and her hair is damp with exhaustion.

Doe has probably been in there for a while, because she squirms wildly as Tori opens the door. "No, honey, it's not time yet." says Tori, turning to me for an explanation. "The vibrator is set to low, so she's pretty horny. I'm only allowing her to orgasm every thirty minutes now, and she still has about ten minutes left." Watching the curious look in your eyes, Tori follows. "Well, she came like five times already." Tori's phone chimes. "Oh, Anna's late. About 30 minutes. What should we do?"