" Overtime" by Nancygagged
Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 5:30 pm
Overtime
It was 7:55am on a Saturday morning and despite the early hour, the summer air was muggy. I parked the car and entered the facility. The temp agency I worked for assigned me to this place, and my job for the day was to help copy technical files, organize them and prepare them for shipping. World of Battle was a surprise hit in the online gaming business and its developer, Iron Kobold games was a small but up-and coming computer gaming firm and they needed newer larger facilities to accommodate the needs of their burgeoning staff.
I entered the front office and was met by two security guards, both younger women, blond and somewhat pretty. I showed them an I.D. provided by my employers and after signing a sheet, the one on the left thumbed silently toward the door and pressed and entry button under the desk. As I walked in, I noticed the one on the right was moving toward the front door with a serious look on her face. The door closed and locked behind me.
Our work area, which was equipped with computers, as well as stacks of blank storage disks. An air conditioner hummed away overhead. A brunette woman afew years older than myself emerged from behind one of the desks and greeted me.
"I'm Susan, your team leader. It's nice to meet you," she said as she shook my hand. Susan was 5'9", slender, with shoulder-length brown hair.
"The temp agency said this'll be a 8-10 hour job today," I said with a smile.
"If it makes you feel better, it's not exactly taxing labor, just really time-consuming and a little tedious. The computers will be doing most of the real work, anyway. We're copying every developer file, labeling the discs and then packing the whole mess for shipping. "
"Great," I , "just show me what to do and we'll get to it, I guess."
"There's one more member of our team who's yet to arrive. Her name's Lisa. When she's here, I'll show the two of you what to do." A few minutes later, the security door opened, and a redhead a litter younger than I walked in, looking mildly embarrassed.
"Hi, sorry I'm late. " she said as she shook my hand, "I'm Lisa."
"Lisa, Nancy, I'm glad the two of you had a chance to meet," Susan said, " here are your access codes for those terminals over there and there should be plenty of blank discs for you on the desks. If there aren't, we have access to more. There's a snack room in the back. If your legs start to cramp from sitting, don't be shy about taking a little break, but we've got a lot to do, so let's snap to it!"
As Susan sat before her computer, Lisa winked at me and said softly, "Slave driver, isn't she." I returned Lisa's wink as the two of us sat down at our respective desks as well. I looked at the page Susan had handed me and punched in the access code. The disc drawer in the computer tower yawned open obligingly and I loaded the first (of many, to be sure) blank discs. An hour later, I had a stack of copies on my desk which Susan whisked away for labeling. As each disc was finished, she placed them in heavy duty briefcase.
The security door opened once more. And the two security officers entered the room, both with the same dead-serious looks on their faces. Miss Left punched a code into the access panel on our side and light above went from green to red with harsh buzz.
Susan rose from her computer. "I hope nothing's wrong," she said to us quietly.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she locked the door from this side." Susan replied quickly, turning her attention to the two guards, "Is something wrong officers?" she asked brightly. Miss Left said nothing, but instead leaned against the panel, arms folded, unsmiling. Miss Right did all the talking-- or at least her gun did.
Miss Right drew a large automatic pistol from its holster and shoved it in susan's face," We're just gonna make sure this job's done right." she replied with a sneer.
"W-w-what is this?" Susan stammered.
Miss Right replied, "we want every copy of those developer files you've been collecting. Every single last one of them."
"You two--get over here and stand next to your boss !" barked Miss Left,"make sure you take their phones." she told her partner with a sharp nod.
"I know that. Miss Right returned harshly,"Get over here, you two." she said angrily.
"Oh, crap!" Lisa silently mouthed to me as we hustled over to where Susan was standing. The three of us stood side-by-side, hands in the air. Cellphones were quickly confiscated from us and destroyed one by one.
"This is an electronically sterile building, "Susan explained as her phone was taken,"you can't make cellphone calls from back here because it might mess with the computers."
"Well ain't that special." Miss Right replied and crushed the phone just the same.
"So if you two aren't the real security guards...just where are they?" Susan asked.
Miss Right looked to her partner, "Go ahead, get 'em in here."
His partner walked to a storage closet, opened the door and barked "Okay, you two, get in here! Move!"
The real security guards hustled in. Both were stripped to bras and panties and each had their hands tightly bound behind their backs at the wrists and they were gagged firmly with wide bands of duct tape circled around and around their heads.
"Oh, my god!" Susan gasped, hands going to her mouth.
"Mmmphh," one of the briefly-clad guards protested angrily.
"Shut up, " Miss Right roared. "You and your partner..get over against that wall and sit down."
The two guards quickly padded barefoot against a far wall and sat down beside each other. The other imposter removed a roll of tape from the gym bag bound the captives ankles together.
"As you can see," the ringleader said, "their uniforms fit us perfectly."
"And I never suspected a thing." Susan said grimly.
"Precisely," replied Miss Left," just like janitors at a lot of buildings, most people can't tell one security guard from another. All that matters is the uniforms."
II.
"P-please..n-no," Susan begged.
"Okay, lady," the ringleader said, "It's time for you three to get to work. You're through talking. Shut'em up !"
The other imposter stood behind the three of us and reached into the gym bag again. She took a large handerchief, compressed it into a small ball, then stuffed it into Susan's mouth. A moment later, a strip of duct tape was pressed over her lips
"Nmmmphh!" she whimpered.
Lisa looked at me with tears in her eyes before a wadded handkerchief was wedged into her mouth, and duct tape was applied to her mouth.
"Ummmphh!" she sobbed.
I heard a rustling in the gym bag behind me and knew it was about to be my turn.
"Since this appears to be the last chance for me to speak, you mind telling us who you work for ?"
"Nosey, aren't you girl? It's unprofessional of me to name names so let's just say that Iron Kobold Games has put a few competitors out of business and there's at least one other out there who doesn't want to share that same fate."
Miss Right wadded handkerchief and stuffed it into my mouth and then sealed my lips with duct tape.
"Okay, you three, get to work !"
III.
We were hustled her across the floor at gunpoint and shoved into our respective chairs behind a desk. We shared one final moment of eye contact and then pressed ourselves into the work at hand.
Susan sobbed softly into her gag as her fingers tapped away at the keyboard. Lisa sniffed, fingers working obediently. As the discs were produced, the two criminals gathered them and put them in the briefcase with the others. Hours dragged by.
"One more peep outta you two and you're gonna get a bullet. Now, start workin' those machines!"
So for the next 10 hours, that's the way it was. The three of us gagged, copying program after program, file after file from our respective computers with a gun in our faces.
I glanced to the other side of the work area and looked at the real security guards. There they sat, side by side, in their lingerie, tied up and gagged with adhesive tape, helpless to assist. Disc after disc spewed out of the computers, and as it did, it was added to the briefcase. Finally it was closed up. Despite the cold in the room we were sweating.
"One last thing-- this." Miss Left said, handing Susan a computer disc. She looked up at the woman, took the disc and loaded it. My screen flashed lines of code and then blinked green, then red then green and then went dark. The crook recovered the disc with a smirk.
"Not a trace left, not even file names." she said to her partner. Susan grunted angrily behind her gag. Miss Right hefted the briefcase appreciatively.
"Thanks ladies, our bosses will be very pleased."
IV.
"Okay you three, on your feet and put your hands behind your backs!"barked Miss Left, waving her gun.
Those oh-so-dreaded words could only have meant one thing: Susan, Lisa and I were going to be tied up. Each of us had our hands tightly tied behind our backs at the wrists with duct tape, and then we were made to sit against the wall with the real security guards. After our ankles were bound with tape, the goons gave us wrap-around tape gags like they had the guards. Satisfied we weren't going anywhere, the imposters left.
The rumbling sound of the van speeding out of the parking lot soon followed. Hours later night-shift security found us just as securely bound and gagged as when we were left and freed us.
THE END.
It was 7:55am on a Saturday morning and despite the early hour, the summer air was muggy. I parked the car and entered the facility. The temp agency I worked for assigned me to this place, and my job for the day was to help copy technical files, organize them and prepare them for shipping. World of Battle was a surprise hit in the online gaming business and its developer, Iron Kobold games was a small but up-and coming computer gaming firm and they needed newer larger facilities to accommodate the needs of their burgeoning staff.
I entered the front office and was met by two security guards, both younger women, blond and somewhat pretty. I showed them an I.D. provided by my employers and after signing a sheet, the one on the left thumbed silently toward the door and pressed and entry button under the desk. As I walked in, I noticed the one on the right was moving toward the front door with a serious look on her face. The door closed and locked behind me.
Our work area, which was equipped with computers, as well as stacks of blank storage disks. An air conditioner hummed away overhead. A brunette woman afew years older than myself emerged from behind one of the desks and greeted me.
"I'm Susan, your team leader. It's nice to meet you," she said as she shook my hand. Susan was 5'9", slender, with shoulder-length brown hair.
"The temp agency said this'll be a 8-10 hour job today," I said with a smile.
"If it makes you feel better, it's not exactly taxing labor, just really time-consuming and a little tedious. The computers will be doing most of the real work, anyway. We're copying every developer file, labeling the discs and then packing the whole mess for shipping. "
"Great," I , "just show me what to do and we'll get to it, I guess."
"There's one more member of our team who's yet to arrive. Her name's Lisa. When she's here, I'll show the two of you what to do." A few minutes later, the security door opened, and a redhead a litter younger than I walked in, looking mildly embarrassed.
"Hi, sorry I'm late. " she said as she shook my hand, "I'm Lisa."
"Lisa, Nancy, I'm glad the two of you had a chance to meet," Susan said, " here are your access codes for those terminals over there and there should be plenty of blank discs for you on the desks. If there aren't, we have access to more. There's a snack room in the back. If your legs start to cramp from sitting, don't be shy about taking a little break, but we've got a lot to do, so let's snap to it!"
As Susan sat before her computer, Lisa winked at me and said softly, "Slave driver, isn't she." I returned Lisa's wink as the two of us sat down at our respective desks as well. I looked at the page Susan had handed me and punched in the access code. The disc drawer in the computer tower yawned open obligingly and I loaded the first (of many, to be sure) blank discs. An hour later, I had a stack of copies on my desk which Susan whisked away for labeling. As each disc was finished, she placed them in heavy duty briefcase.
The security door opened once more. And the two security officers entered the room, both with the same dead-serious looks on their faces. Miss Left punched a code into the access panel on our side and light above went from green to red with harsh buzz.
Susan rose from her computer. "I hope nothing's wrong," she said to us quietly.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she locked the door from this side." Susan replied quickly, turning her attention to the two guards, "Is something wrong officers?" she asked brightly. Miss Left said nothing, but instead leaned against the panel, arms folded, unsmiling. Miss Right did all the talking-- or at least her gun did.
Miss Right drew a large automatic pistol from its holster and shoved it in susan's face," We're just gonna make sure this job's done right." she replied with a sneer.
"W-w-what is this?" Susan stammered.
Miss Right replied, "we want every copy of those developer files you've been collecting. Every single last one of them."
"You two--get over here and stand next to your boss !" barked Miss Left,"make sure you take their phones." she told her partner with a sharp nod.
"I know that. Miss Right returned harshly,"Get over here, you two." she said angrily.
"Oh, crap!" Lisa silently mouthed to me as we hustled over to where Susan was standing. The three of us stood side-by-side, hands in the air. Cellphones were quickly confiscated from us and destroyed one by one.
"This is an electronically sterile building, "Susan explained as her phone was taken,"you can't make cellphone calls from back here because it might mess with the computers."
"Well ain't that special." Miss Right replied and crushed the phone just the same.
"So if you two aren't the real security guards...just where are they?" Susan asked.
Miss Right looked to her partner, "Go ahead, get 'em in here."
His partner walked to a storage closet, opened the door and barked "Okay, you two, get in here! Move!"
The real security guards hustled in. Both were stripped to bras and panties and each had their hands tightly bound behind their backs at the wrists and they were gagged firmly with wide bands of duct tape circled around and around their heads.
"Oh, my god!" Susan gasped, hands going to her mouth.
"Mmmphh," one of the briefly-clad guards protested angrily.
"Shut up, " Miss Right roared. "You and your partner..get over against that wall and sit down."
The two guards quickly padded barefoot against a far wall and sat down beside each other. The other imposter removed a roll of tape from the gym bag bound the captives ankles together.
"As you can see," the ringleader said, "their uniforms fit us perfectly."
"And I never suspected a thing." Susan said grimly.
"Precisely," replied Miss Left," just like janitors at a lot of buildings, most people can't tell one security guard from another. All that matters is the uniforms."
II.
"P-please..n-no," Susan begged.
"Okay, lady," the ringleader said, "It's time for you three to get to work. You're through talking. Shut'em up !"
The other imposter stood behind the three of us and reached into the gym bag again. She took a large handerchief, compressed it into a small ball, then stuffed it into Susan's mouth. A moment later, a strip of duct tape was pressed over her lips
"Nmmmphh!" she whimpered.
Lisa looked at me with tears in her eyes before a wadded handkerchief was wedged into her mouth, and duct tape was applied to her mouth.
"Ummmphh!" she sobbed.
I heard a rustling in the gym bag behind me and knew it was about to be my turn.
"Since this appears to be the last chance for me to speak, you mind telling us who you work for ?"
"Nosey, aren't you girl? It's unprofessional of me to name names so let's just say that Iron Kobold Games has put a few competitors out of business and there's at least one other out there who doesn't want to share that same fate."
Miss Right wadded handkerchief and stuffed it into my mouth and then sealed my lips with duct tape.
"Okay, you three, get to work !"
III.
We were hustled her across the floor at gunpoint and shoved into our respective chairs behind a desk. We shared one final moment of eye contact and then pressed ourselves into the work at hand.
Susan sobbed softly into her gag as her fingers tapped away at the keyboard. Lisa sniffed, fingers working obediently. As the discs were produced, the two criminals gathered them and put them in the briefcase with the others. Hours dragged by.
"One more peep outta you two and you're gonna get a bullet. Now, start workin' those machines!"
So for the next 10 hours, that's the way it was. The three of us gagged, copying program after program, file after file from our respective computers with a gun in our faces.
I glanced to the other side of the work area and looked at the real security guards. There they sat, side by side, in their lingerie, tied up and gagged with adhesive tape, helpless to assist. Disc after disc spewed out of the computers, and as it did, it was added to the briefcase. Finally it was closed up. Despite the cold in the room we were sweating.
"One last thing-- this." Miss Left said, handing Susan a computer disc. She looked up at the woman, took the disc and loaded it. My screen flashed lines of code and then blinked green, then red then green and then went dark. The crook recovered the disc with a smirk.
"Not a trace left, not even file names." she said to her partner. Susan grunted angrily behind her gag. Miss Right hefted the briefcase appreciatively.
"Thanks ladies, our bosses will be very pleased."
IV.
"Okay you three, on your feet and put your hands behind your backs!"barked Miss Left, waving her gun.
Those oh-so-dreaded words could only have meant one thing: Susan, Lisa and I were going to be tied up. Each of us had our hands tightly tied behind our backs at the wrists with duct tape, and then we were made to sit against the wall with the real security guards. After our ankles were bound with tape, the goons gave us wrap-around tape gags like they had the guards. Satisfied we weren't going anywhere, the imposters left.
The rumbling sound of the van speeding out of the parking lot soon followed. Hours later night-shift security found us just as securely bound and gagged as when we were left and freed us.
THE END.