You could feel the weight of their gazes, Jess and Amber standing over you like predators, their smug smiles dripping with cruel amusement. Jess’s white ankle socks still lingered in your vision as she tapped her foot on the floor, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Amber leaned against the desk, her black flats now dangerously close to your leg, the soft squeak of the leather making you even more anxious. The air in the room was thick with tension, but something inside you snapped.
“No,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. You forced yourself to look up at them. “I’m not dropping out of the race.”
For a brief moment, silence filled the room. Then Jess’s face twisted with disbelief, followed by a slow, creeping smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Amber, standing behind her, crossed her arms, her expression darkening.
“Oh, really?” Jess’s voice was low, venomous. She stepped closer, her socked foot almost brushing against your leg. “You think you can just say ‘no’ to me? To us?”
Amber’s flats scraped against the floor as she shifted her stance, a look of amusement playing on her lips. “You’ve got some nerve,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without warning, Jess’s hand shot out, her palm cracking against your cheek with a sharp slap. The sting spread across your face instantly, and before you could even react, Amber followed suit, slapping you hard from the other side. The force of their combined blows sent your head spinning, but the shock of it kept you frozen in place.
“Look at him,” Jess sneered, her fingers reaching out to grip your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. Her nails dug into your skin as she leaned closer. “You really thought you could stand up to us, didn’t you? Pathetic.”
Amber stepped up behind her, kicking off her flats in one swift motion. She stood there in her own white socks, not as pristine as Jess’s—slightly worn and showing the outline of her feet—but just as commanding. “You’re going to regret that,” she said softly, her voice laced with menace.
Jess shoved you backward, and before you could regain your balance, Amber grabbed you by the collar, pulling you down onto your knees. The humiliation burned deep in your chest, but you knew better than to fight back now. They were enjoying this too much.
Jess leaned down, her socked foot pressing firmly against your shoulder, pushing you lower. “I think it’s time you learned your place,” she purred, her voice dripping with disdain. Her other foot, still encased in the soft white sock, found its way to your face, gently nudging your cheek. “You could’ve had it easy. Now you’re just going to suffer.”
Amber knelt beside you, pulling something from her bag—a thick length of rope. She grinned as she began winding it around your wrists, tightening the knots with practiced ease. “You should’ve just done what we asked,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “But now we get to have fun with you.”
You tried to pull away, but Jess slammed her socked foot down on your back, pinning you to the ground as Amber continued tying your wrists behind you. She wasn’t gentle, the rope biting into your skin as she looped it around your arms, forcing them together painfully.
“There,” Amber said, pulling the knot tight with a satisfied tug. “That should keep you still.”
Jess’s foot remained firmly planted on your back as she bent down and peeled off one of her socks, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she was savoring every second. She waved it in front of your face, her smirk growing as you recoiled.
“Open wide,” she cooed, shoving the soft, warm fabric against your lips. The scent of her day’s wear filled your nostrils—sweat, leather, and something uniquely her. You shook your head, desperate to avoid the humiliation, but Amber grabbed you by the hair, forcing your head still.
“Don’t make this harder,” she hissed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Jess pressed harder, and with a cruel chuckle, she pushed the sock deep into your mouth. The fabric filled your senses, overwhelming you with her scent. It was suffocating, humiliating, and utterly degrading. The taste of the sock was bitter and salty on your tongue, each breath you took filtered through the suffocating material.
“There we go,” Jess said with satisfaction, standing up straight. She slipped off her second sock and handed it to Amber, who wasted no time in stuffing it into your mouth beside the first, gagging you completely. The pressure from both socks stretched your jaw uncomfortably, and the muffled sound of their laughter echoed in your ears as they watched you struggle.
Amber stood up, slipping back into her flats as she admired their handiwork. “He looks perfect like this, don’t you think?” she asked Jess, her voice filled with cruel amusement.
Jess laughed, her socked feet now pressing down on your back again. “Oh, definitely. He looks like he was made to be beneath us.”
Without warning, they grabbed your legs, flipping you over onto your stomach. Jess sat on your back, her weight pressing you into the floor, while Amber continued working the rope, looping it around your ankles and pulling them tight. Within moments, you were hogtied, your arms and legs bound painfully together.
Amber stood up, brushing her hands off as if she had just finished a mundane chore. “You’re going to stay here and think about what you did,” she said, her tone light, as though she were speaking to a misbehaving child. “Maybe this will teach you some manners.”
Jess planted one of her feet on your face, her toes pressing against your cheek, grinding your face into the floor. “This is what happens when you say ‘no’ to us,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You become nothing more than a toy for us to play with.”
Amber crouched down beside you, her flat pressing gently against your side as she whispered in your ear, “I told you this would happen. Now you’re just our little plaything.”
They stood up together, Jess tossing her hair over her shoulder as they both admired the sight of you tied up and gagged on the floor, completely at their mercy. You could hear their soft laughter as they gathered their things, ready to leave you there, helpless and humiliated.
“You know,” Jess said as she slipped her feet back into her boots, towering over you once more, “maybe I’ll let Scarlett know anyway. Just to rub it in.”
Amber, now back in her flats, smirked as she stood by the door, tapping her foot impatiently. “Let him stew here for a bit,” she said with a cruel smile. “We can come back later. Maybe if he’s lucky, someone else will find him.”
Jess laughed as she turned to leave, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “Don’t worry,” she called over her shoulder. “We’ll be back soon enough. We’re not done with you yet.”
And with that, they were gone, leaving you hogtied, gagged, and humiliated on the floor of your own office
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