"Gluhhhh…" Her eyes rolling wildly, my colleague's disbelieving, heavily muffled gurgle only just escaped the corners of her tight gag, echoing around the conference room while my hands were bound together behind my back. Kathryn's neat purple blouse was askew as she futilely strained against her bonds. A couple of buttons had already given way under the pressure, inadvertently displaying her lacy bra. The cords were very white against the soft, smooth satin. More ropes circled Kathy's slim waist, pinning her tightly bound hands against the small of her back. Kathryn's slim, shapely legs were logs; bound together at ankles, above her knees and thigh height, she was going nowhere fast.

Another piteous mewing noise escaped Kathryn's mouth as she helplessly squirmed from one side to another on the floor. Her sensible skirt had ridden up, exposing her matching silky French knickers (Simone Perele perhaps?) and I averted my eyes before gazing around the conference room which was to be our prison. I'd never realised that she wore stockings until today either. My head spun as the room circled me like something straight out of a Harry Potter novel. Indeed, I could not believe that this was happening! It'd been a normal day, like any other - until now.

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Meetings, helping prepare a new TV campaign for Dell – 'Tell your friends it's a Dell!' (corny huh? - I'm in advertising by the way and that's the kind of thing we do here), going over a set of preliminary sketches for another media campaign – and another stupid team-bonding exercise scheduled later for today, among other things. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Any day that I wasn't run off my feet with work was a cause for concern. Sometimes people don't realise what an intensely competitive world advertising is. There is no such thing as client loyalty – everyone wants results and if that means ditching their preferred agency for another, so be it. Unsurprisingly, corporate espionage is also a problem as everyone vies for that coveted edge which will set them apart from their rivals. Clients also want to know what their competitors are doing as well. The life of an ad-man – or woman is not an easy one. It's hard, tiring, and stressful – but the pay's great.

Sometimes though I wonder if its worth the stress – and ulcers they produced. I'd actually wanted out for a long time but I knew of no other job or career to sustain me in the manner I was used to. It was partly my fault though. I had few interests outside work and none which helped reduce stress. The one interest that I did enjoy was not the kind I could share with anybody though. I was always on the go, go, go – and my doctor said that I needed something to take my mind off everything – what, I had no idea though. I don't enjoy reading and I can't sit still at places like resorts for long. Work was my life right now, with everything that entailed. Like this new team building thing.

We've gotta work together as a team like no other industry I know. Success is everything – and it's only possible by pulling together. Hence the recent emphasis on all this team-bonding bullshit. We'd gotten along well enough without this kind of thing for years but it was the latest terribly 'in' corporate fad - and we followed the crowd like so many sheep. There was nothing in the least surprising how competitive this team-bonding stuff was, as our contemporaries vied with each other to out-do everyone else – climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge, paintball warfare, army boot camps, white-water rafting and so on. That's the ad game for you. It was all about one-upmanship, just like the latest, biggest and most expensive boats my bosses bought – and never used. One guy I knew owned a ten million-dollar hundred-footer – and as far as I knew, his beautiful vessel never left the marina where it lived. Boats should be used and enjoyed, not showed off like this. Oh well.

Today though, team bonding was the last thing on my mind as I paid off the cabbie who'd delivered us here. It was raining – again. My clear plastic raincoat glimmered with moisture as each horizontal drop struck the hood which I'd tightly tied in place around my head with a musical 'pitter-patter' before streaming downwards. It'd been seeing a lot of use lately. So much for global warming, I irritably thought as Kathy fussily adjusted the hem of her blue plastic jelly jacket before opening her umbrella with a loud 'pop!'

My boss had called me earlier with an urgent request – a new client wanted to see us and could I go out with someone from the art department? Of course I could – and it was so how I found myself out here with shy, studious Kathryn. Thin, petite Kathy looked like the slightest breeze would blow her away any moment. How she'd found employment here, I had no idea. Advertising is an industry for the extroverted. We had some real mouths in here; smart confident people who knew the right moves, the right words, the right everything. People who could woo the hardest clients at the drop of a hat. Katty Kat was none of these things and I inwardly sighed. Her wide, round glasses were misting up already and I wondered if she had the backbone for this job.

My irritation grew as the taxi roared away, annoyed because we hadn't left a tip (instead paying by card, which would require him to declare his income). We'd only wanted a ride across town, not a Formula One demonstration. Didn't they understand that I was a busy gal? I had my hands full with the demanding Dellies (as some unkindly termed the computer giant) and Security had been on my back lately relating to the most recent incident of corporate espionage – nothing major, just another hacker attack, but they'd been unusually persistent. I would have to change my password later. Just another headache among many. I even had a security guard accompany me everywhere around town during one particularly bitter corporate war before it fizzled out. I carry a lot of secrets and my firm wanted to keep me safe – 'protecting our interests,' as my less than sensitive boss once observed. As the biggest, priciest firm among many, it was par for the course. Now I was out here visiting some nothing firm – why?

My puzzlement – and unease grew as I gloomily surveyed the mean streets. Garbage choked the gutters struggling to cope with the heavy rainfall. Almost every business was boarded up – although lights illuminated the dark, graffiti-covered walls here and there. A nondescript truck rolled out of a nearby warehouse before turning and disappearing down the road. A parking ticket decorated the windscreen of an old Ford that its owner would never drive away – its wheels had vanished, leaving it perched high and dry on several blocks of wood. The scene was positively Gothic and I shivered. Real Godfathers stuff. It was exactly the kind of place where one might be abducted and… Come on! I chided myself. I knew that I was being silly. I've got an overactive imagination – an essential prerequisite in advertising but occasionally it could be a curse.

"Not a very cheerful day, is it?" Kathryn timidly offered as another blast of wind struck us with a shower of rain and hail.

"How observant," I sarcastically replied before regretting my words. It wasn't Kathryn's fault that we were out here. More gently, I said, "Maybe the ducks'll be happy though. Now I just wonder where this place is."

"Who are these people anyway?" Kathy curiously asked.

"All I know is that its some Chinese company or other," I replied. Why did I have this bad feeling in my stomach? I wanted to turn and run – but of course, I could do no such thing.

"I think we just passed them," Kathy said, pointing upwards and I squinted into the rain doing its best to drown me.

Ka-Ching Trading – Import and Export. The faded sign was so nondescript and faded that I could hardly read the lettering with its Chinese equivalent just below.

"Yep, that's the one," I smiled, relieved that we'd found them so quickly. Their warehouse was simply one among many – although no graffiti covered its dirty red brick walls. A blackened door offered the only means of ingress that I could see and I nervously rang the doorbell. My antennae were twitching and I've learned the hard way never to ignore them. Surely nothing could happen here though? Chinese were always mysterious bastards anyway. The wealthiest individuals (some of whom we regularly worked for) never, ever advertised their wealth, unlike most of my showy colleagues.

An intercom rudely buzzed us and I jumped. "Yah?" a distinctly Oriental voice said.

"Hi, it's Tara Moss from Denison and Denison!" I yelled back as a truck roared by.

"Ok, wait!"

"I don't like them," Kathy muttered. "They are so rude!"

I nodded. "It's just the way they are."

Suddenly the door was flung open. Taken aback, I instinctively stepped backward before realising that the sweet young thing holding it open couldn't possibly harm us. Her delicate, inscrutable Oriental features might have been carved out of stone for all the emotion they displayed. Her white cheong-sam with its classic Mandarin collar served to merely highlight her beauty. The girl was lovely, an exquisite Oriental flower and I began to relax. I'd been imagining things as usual.

Her sweet, ruby Suzie-Wong lips opened. "Come."

"Thanks," I replied, ushering Kathy through before gratefully stepping out of the driving rain.

"May I take your raincoats?" Suzie Wong offered. Her English was excellent with only the faintest trace of an accent betraying her origins.

"What is your name?" Kathryn cheerfully asked, obviously determined to make an impression as the girl took our dripping rainwear.

"My name is May May," she replied in a flat, emotionless voice. "Please follow me. Shu Qui is expecting you."

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May May's lips wrinkled with contempt but she remained silent as she ushered inside a gleaming, stainless steel lift. Unlike the drab exterior, the interior of Ka-Ching Trading was clean and modern, if fussily decorated with the usual Chinese gee-gaws. A tank of large, somnolent, obese goldfish shared one corner with a couple of massive, snarling stone lions. I'd heard of Feng Shui but this was ridiculous. A wide, crescent console occupied the center of the room – obviously the receptionist's desk. All par for the course - except for the silly dйcor.

My bad feeling returned as soon as the metallic doors slid open with a smooth hiss. The dimly lit, dingy corridor with its black lino floor and bare brick walls seemed to close in on us as soon as the doors closed behind us. A couple of heavily barred windows actually deepened the gloom, rather than lightening it. This wasn't some kind of trap, was it? "Third door on your left," May May said in her soft, lilting voice before departing as quietly as she'd greeted us.

No, of course not. They'd been nothing but professional, if not exactly friendly, in their dealings with us. The warehouse – or whatever they did here was old but again it was hardly unexpected. Why pay more for flashy new premises when you could save heaps by building or renting elsewhere? Chinese didn't get rich splashing their cash around like water. They were frugal people. I knew that much from my limited contact with them.

Kathryn did not look happy either as we cautiously advanced down the corridor. The click of my high heels was shockingly loud in the unnatural silence, echoing around the walls. Anyone waiting for us would have long since been forewarned of our arrival.

The door was the same unprepossessing shade of black as the floor and I wondered what horrors lay behind the dark, embossed metal as I tentatively approached it. The faintly musty air was so still that we could have been inside a tomb and I impatiently shook my head to clear away the fog. I was behaving like the six-year old schoolgirl scared of the monsters hiding under the bed (why did my mother ever have to buy 'Wild Things' for my brother anyway?). 'Just get on with it,' I sternly told myself. The sooner we dealt with these people, the sooner we could be out of here. We might, God forbid, even find time for a late lunch. I hoped that Kathy wouldn't notice the distinct tremor in my hand as I briskly rapped the unyielding metal with one, then two knocks.

"Come in," a female voice immediately replied and I pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted me was so astounding that I stood rooted to the floor with utter shock. I wanted to run but my feet would not move. Two stunningly beautiful Asian women occupied the large room but it was not their sleek jet-black catsuits or the armful of very white cord one of them was carrying which caught my attention as much as the pistol the taller of the pair was aiming in our direction. Her hand, I noted, was rock steady and I had no doubt that she knew how to use it. Oh no… my heart sank as I desperately gazed around the room, hoping against hope for a way out. The door behind us had already closed with an audible 'click!' which told me that it wouldn't open, at least not by our hand. It was a set up. How could my boss have fallen for their ploy? It was the oldest trick in the book and we'd walked right into their trap like a pair of naпve schoolgirls.

I barely noticed the details of the wide spacious room as she motioned us forward with a cool smile. Heavy drapes covered the windows, adding to the suffocating atmosphere inside while an immense, dark mahogany conference table occupied the center. Its smooth, unblemished surface showed no sign of any joins. Twenty matching red velour chairs marched down each side of the long table. The only illumination was provided by a series of red lanterns casting an eerie red glow over the polished expanse of the table.

Noticing my interest, our captor said, "It was carved in 1883 from a single tree. Please do join us. We have been looking forward to meeting you." Her anthracite eyes bored into mine, suggesting that she felt anything but.

Eventually I managed to find my voice. "What the hell is going on here?" I exclaimed.

"That is for us to know, and for you to find out," the woman calmly replied. "Allow us to make your acquaintance. My name is Shu Qui and my assistant is Mo Mei Hua. I presume that you are Kathryn and…" Her eyes met mine again and my stomach crawled. Shu was as pretty as sin but there was nothing kind or gentle about her. Shu's curvaceous figure looked as if it'd been poured into her tight-fitting PVC catsuit. The shiny PVC gleamed wickedly beneath the dim glow of the lanterns. "Tara Moss. Now… if you will please be so good as to sit, then we will begin."

"Begin what?" Kathryn asked. She was bearing up well, I noted.

"You gweilo are so uncultured," Shu Qui coldly observed. "Always so impatient, always rushing headlong into matters which are of not any concern to them."

"What do you want of us?" I sighed as we settled ourselves into the richly upholstered chairs. Mo Mei Hua had not moved. She was a statue. I could not tear my eyes away from the armful of rope that the girl was carrying. It was unlikely that they had any washing in mind.

"So many questions," Shu Qui replied with an aggravating calmness. "You have been sent here for a purpose. That purpose, you will presently discover in due course."

"Oh, stop talking in riddles!" Kathryn banged her heels hard against a table leg. "Just get on with it and let us go!"

"Oh, but we will," Shu Qui said with a chilling smile. "Tie them up." She pointed to Kathryn. "Her first."

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"Let me go!" Kathryn indignantly shook Mei Hua's arm away. "He-" Her yell was abruptly cut off with a shocked squawk of despair and outrage as Mei Hua moved with a rapidity I thought existed only in celluloid. It happened so quickly, I barely had time to comprehend how she'd done it. I could only stare as Mei Hua knelt on my wriggling, struggling companion before forcing Kathryn's hands behind her back. Rope snaked around her slim wrists, drawing another outraged squeal as they tightened.

Mo Mei Hua ignored Kathryn's angry screams, instead tightening her grip and I stared with utter fascination as she bound my colleague's hands together with a chilling expertise. She'd done this before, that much was certain. Despite my shock and fear, I could not help admiring the neatness of Mei Hua's economical rope work. She'd lashed Kathryn's wrists together in a 'X', tightly cinching her bonds to prevent wriggling out of anything.

"Untie me!" Kathryn screamed.

"Her voice is very loud," Shu Qui observed. "Gag her."

Mei Hua did not reply, instead pulling her bound captive around until she was lying on her back. An impossibly large wad of cloth had appeared from nowhere and I disbelievingly watched as Mei Hua pushed all of it inside Kathy's mouth, virtually cutting off her outraged protests. She was far from finished though, forcing another, much longer piece of cloth between Kathy's lips before drawing the training ends behind her neck and tying them brutally tight. If not for the seriousness of our situation, I would have laughed, Poor Kathy looked so funny; her rolling eyes very wide above her cleaved, distended lips. The gag had forced back Kathy's lips into a rictus but Mei Hua was not in the least moved by her discomfort. Another tight knot followed the first before a second length of cloth appeared. It was wider and longer than the first and I wondered how Mei Hua could possibly silence Kathy any more than she already had. Without any difficulty, it appeared. Mei Hua was all business now, passing the cloth over Kathy's severely gagged lips before repeating the procedure several times, reducing her protests to a heavily muffled, incoherent gurgle. There was no way anything would be coming off soon.

All the fight had gone out of Kathy and she miserably allowed Mo Mei Hua to finish tying her up. I felt just as helpless as my unfortunate companion; I couldn't move because Shi Qui was watching me like a hawk. Her gun was always there, its dark barrel no uncertain reminder of the power it possessed. Mei Hua's quicksilver fingers were a blur as they continued weaving more and more rope around Kathy's legs. I had a grandstand view of the whole process but even my eyes couldn't always follow her progress as more and more of Kathy's stockinged legs disappeared beneath successive bands of white cord. Mei Hua's work was neater and more precise than that of my grandmother who used to love embroidery so much. Every wrap, every cinch, every series of tiny, tight knots were a work of art. Ankles, knees and thighs – Mei was really doing the job on her, wasn't she? God, those cords were tight – and I swallowed. My turn was next. I could see the way they compressed the soft flesh of Kathryn's shapely thighs. She'd left absolutely no slack or anything. Thank God for her stockings though. Kathy didn't appear to be in any pain, although I could tell that she wasn't happy with her gag.

Mo Mei Hua pushed my unresisting colleague upward before selecting another, immensely long piece of cord and I wondered what she was going to do with all that rope. Mei was 'doubling' everything into two now. A second later I found out. Mei Hua looped the ends between the doubled end before passing the newly formed loop around Kathy just below her breasts. Kathy's eyes were downcast as Mei began wrapping everything around and around her slim body like a spider securing one of its victims. Although she only had two arms compared to the eight legs of an arachnid, Mei was no less efficient with tying up Kathy. Each precise loop was as neat - as it was tight. After completing four or so loops, Mei moved upwards before repeating the procedure – just above Kathy's breasts, further pinioning her arms tight against each side of her body. Although Kathryn is a very petite girl, the same could not be said about her tits. As each set of cords marched downward, they squeezed her breasts further together – and outward. A button popped and Kathy groaned before hotly flushing.

Mei was tying a knot in the center just above the valley of Kathy's breasts and I wondered what she was doing until I found out. The young Chinese beauty methodically looped the trailing ends over Kathy's left shoulder before running everything beneath the cords out of sight behind her back and throwing them over the other shoulder. Mei Hua stopped only long enough to adjust the cords so that they would not loop over each other or pinch Kathy's skin before pulling everything tight, forcing the cords beneath her breasts upward. I could see the method behind her seeming madness now. Mei was making sure, very sure that Kathy would never wriggle out of anything. There was still five or so feet left and the girl leisurely wound the ends around Kathy's shoulders again before tying yet another series of very tight knots. When Mei was finished, there was perhaps half an inch of rope left. There was no way that Kathy could reach anything with her heavily gagged mouth, much less her tightly bound hands.

Mei stood up before stretching her arms with a satisfied grunt as Kathy slumped sideways on the floor. Kathryn resembled nothing so much as a log. Bound hand and foot with a million miles of rope, she was going nowhere fast and I felt my stomach turn over itself. It was such a powerfully affecting sight that I could not drag my gaze away. My heart was strangely tight as I studied the ropes circling my friend's body. Kathy's unhappy eyes imploringly met mine and I smiled, more out of providing support than any real hope.

Shu Qui's eyes were watching me and I boldly returned her gaze. "Is this really necessary?" I coldly asked. "Tying us up like this and…"

"Oh yes, Miss Moss, I assure you that it is very necessary," she smoothly answered in flawless English and I squirmed beneath her concentrated scrutiny. Her dark eyes were mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. I felt as if she could see right through to my soul, unlocking every secret so carefully hidden away within the deepest recesses of my brain where I thought nobody could see them. Surely…?

"Tie her up," Shu Qui eventually said after a long, drawn-out silence. "Tie her very well."

I gulped before half-standing and looking around.

"Please cooperate, Miss Moss," Shu quietly said. "Mo Mei Hua is an adept in The Way of the White Crane."