Her Job...apparently?!

Things were moving too fast for Joyce. All this information hitting her like a tone of bricks at lightspeed. Her mind seemed to lock up and switch to autopilot as her legs pulled strength from somewhere to move her into the once hidden room.

Am I really about to do this? Why am I not just demanding to be let out? I could quit right now. Get another job easy. Even as this thought crossed her mind, her hands had somehow already made short work of her blouse and skirt. Nerves wracked her body; her hands shaking so much it was a struggle not to drop her clothes as she folded them and placed them on the bed.

"Hurry up Miss Holland. I need you out of your underwear this minute!"

Renewed shock **** Joyce to look back in horror but Jennifer was not paying attention. Her new boss was already across the meeting room, opening a hidden cabinet. From this distance, Joyce couldn't see what was inside as she unhooked her bra and placed it next to her other clothes. Why am I still undressing? No job is worth this! But that woman...Why do I feel so compelled to obey her? "Pillow! Now Miss Holland!" Jennifer's voice snapped Joyce back to this unpleasant reality. In one swoop, she whipped off her panties and grabbed to top pillow from the bed. Now back in the meeting room with her boss waiting next to the table looking very stern and intimidating despite being naked and slightly shorter than Joyce.

"Place the pillow on the centre of the table; climb onto the table, kneel on the pillow, facing the window with your hands behind your back." Joyce couldn't help but jump after the emphasis on the last point. The orders had been given with cool and calm authority; her hands gesturing her directions as if Joyce were a small child.

A small child was exactly how Joyce felt at that point in time. Her limbs felt heavy and difficult to move as some small part of her in the back of her mind fought against this insanity. Regardless, she followed her instructions to the letter. The pillow didn't really stop the discomfort but then again it was better than feeling barebones pressing into hardwood. Then suddenly *CLICK!* Joyce looked back over her shoulder and saw what she had feard. Her hands were now in metal cuffs. She wanted to protest; to demand that they be taken off her this instant but when her mouth opened, no words followed. Miss Holland took her expression as some form of compliance as the next thing to shock Joyce was ring gag that suddenly appeared in her mouth. A firm hand from Jennifer Holland, squeezing at her jaw, stopped what little resistance Joyce might muster. A single tear roll down Joyce's cheek at the very moment the gag was locked in place.

"There. You are all set for the meeting. "