When Christine awoke she knew what she wanted to do to repay Ron for his treachery, what she needed now was a plan. How would she bait her trap and lure him in? She wanted her punishment to last a really long time. How could she keep him imprisoned with no chance of escape or discovery? How could she afford to pay for all the things she would need to make her plan work?

Christine bathed and dressed and caught the bus back to work. What a way to spend the Holiday. No one would be there and she would need the privacy to search for some help in Ron’s desk. First she’d have to get passed building security. She showed her company ID to the lone security guard on the first floor and told him that she’d forgotten something in her office and would only needed a moment to retrieve it. The guard took only a few seconds to glance at her ID and wave her to the elevators, before returning his gaze to the basketball game he was watching on a small portable black & white TV. The Pistons and Pacers were playing and would hold his attention, allowing Christine to do as she wished undisturbed.

As Christine exited the elevator on her floor her nose was assaulted by the left over smell of yesterday’s party a mix of old food and alcohol. The night cleanup crew would not be in until the weekend, just before everyone’s return to work. It took only a few moments to locate Ron’s desk.

There wasn’t much to see on the top. An empty docking station and monitor for the laptop Ron carried when on sales trips, a brass name plague, telephone and of course a picture of the most important person in his life, a picture from the past of Ron receiving a company award.

Sitting down in Ron’s chair, Christine gave each drawer a tug and found the desk securely locked. She had see people on TV open locked drawers using a knife blade but she didn’t have one and wasn’t sure what to do with one anyway. She sat looking at the desk her plan stymied. She could likely find something in the office to force open the desk but if she left noticeable damage someone would alert Ron and that likely would foil her plan. She sat staring at the desk as if to will it open. You know, Ron’s desk looks exactly like my desk, she thought to herself. In fact all the desks on this floor pretty much looked like every other one. They had all been bought from the same manufacture at the same time. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? She reached into her purse and pulled out her key ring and selected her desk key. The key slide into the lock easily but resisted her first attempt to turn it. A little jiggle, right handed English and the lock turned.

Once the center drawer was open it freed all the other desk drawers for her exploration. The tray in the center held the usual a few pens and pencils, paper clips, rubber bands, etc. The remainder of the drawer had only a couple of girlie magazines, a Penthouse and Hustler. In the front of the top right drawer she found a brown bottle almost full of liquid. The label on the front read “Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid.” Could this be what Ron used to drug her at the party? She slipped the bottle into her purse.

The large file drawer was almost full of folders. As Christine thumb through them, she noted most were labeled with the names of company customers there were others marked with product names that the company sold. Finally in the very back was a slim folder label “Emergency Info.” She pulled this and spread its contents on the top of the desk. She had truly found gold, the first few pages were photocopies of the contents of Ron’s wallet, his precaution against loss while traveling. His drivers license, Social Security Card and front and back of every credit card and his ATM card each labeled with its PIN code written in below. Next was a page with all of Ron’s medical information and history. The last page was a list of computer accounts and web sites with the passwords to access his laptop, office and home email accounts and more. She folded the papers up neatly and stuffed them into her purse and returned the folder to its place in the desk. Re-locking the desk, she studied the scene for several moments before deciding she had left nothing to betray her.

Christine moves to her own desk and turns her computer on, with her newly stolen info she logs into Ron’s account. Scanning several folders she found his travel schedule. Seems Ron will be leaving immediately after the New Year Holiday making a round of all his best East Coast customers and he won’t be expected back in the office until the Sales staff meeting at the end of the month. She’ll need to work fast, she must be ready to spring her trap the morning after New Years.

She pulled out her note pad and a pencil and as she thought of each item she would need she jotted it down on the pad. Once her list was complete she went to the Internet searching for each item. She visited hardware, sporting goods, agricultural, self defense and bondage sites as she found each item and completed the purchase she scratched it from the list. She was careful to spread the purchases across all the credit cards on Ron’s list, not wanting to trigger any red flags with a high balance and had all the items shipped next day delivery to Ron here at work The list completed she deleted all temp files and cookies from her computer and ran defrag on her hard drive hoping to make finding her trail harder. On the way back to the elevator she dropped her hand written list in the office shredder.

Back in the lobby the security guard hardly looked up from watching the game to acknowledge Christine leaving the building. The ride home on the bus seemed terribly long, she was so filled with anticipation and anxious to start preparing her little apartment for her special guest. Once home she got a quart of ice cream from the freezer and a tea spoon from the dish tray and sat down at her small table. She took out a sheet of paper and made a list of what’s she need to do to prepare. Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

There were few people at work, only those like Christine that needed the extra money or folks that had no time off left to take. Christine used the time to search the Internet for more materials she could use in the execution of her plan. She kept a spread sheet of travel expenses at the ready to cover her screen in case anyone came close enough to observe her activities.

Finally the boy from the mail room arrived with his cart filled with letters and packages. Stopping at Ron’s desk he off loaded several packages before continuing his rounds. Christine was on pins and needles with anticipation and had to force herself to ignore the desk’s tempting treasures. She stayed late, waiting until everyone had left for the day before moving cautiously to Ron’s desk. She removed and threw away much of the packaging, before stuffing as many items as she could into her purse, lunch bag and coat pockets. The few remaining items she locked in her desk to wait for her next trip home. She was heavily loaded as she walked briskly passed the security guard in the lobby, who took little note of another employee hurrying from the building at the end of the day.

Once home Christine dumped the contents on he table and sorted through the items. She loaded batteries into the electric stun gun and plugged it in to charge. She studied the directions for installation of the new double cylinder dead bolt. Her careful selection paid off, she would be able to replace her original dead bolt without any additional changes to the apartment door. Long ago the original wooden door battered and broken by the rough neighborhood had been replaced with a heavy metal one able to withstand the daily punishment.

The man at the hardware store was very helpful and glad to have the opportunity to demonstrate his knowledge to neophyte woman attempting her first project. He gathered all the materials necessary to solve her problem: “securing my large and very strong Great Dane in the basement of her condo apartment.”

“Once the two part epoxy sets up, this stainless steel eye bolt will be a permanent part of your concert floor and this chain has a breaking strength strong enough to hold an elephant.” he happily reported as he filled her cart with the required materials. “Of course you’ll want to rent a professional grade hammer drill and carbide bit to drill the hole.”

The clerk at the rental store was equally helpful in providing the drill and bit. Christine was beginning to believe the low cut top and push up bra she put on for today’s shopping trip played a big part in how helpful all the men seemed. With his eyes focused on her cleavage, the clerk made no effort to verify the fake name and address she’d used on the rental agreement.

Things were going so well, even the local gang unknowingly helped out, by deciding to play their boom-box, ghetto blaster music in front of her apartment masking the sound of the drill cutting deep into her apartment’s concrete floor.

She used the stolen information from one of Ron’s credit cards to arrange for the U-haul van complete with a properly sized packing crate and special appliance truck to move it. All the pieces were in place, now she’d have to lure her prey into the trap.

After spending the weekend preparing her apartment, Monday found Christine back at her desk at work trying to look busy while she waited for the opportunity to for the next step in her plan. Again the office was nearly empty only a few people performing end of year odd jobs, no supervisors had even bothered to come in to work this holiday shorten week. Leaving Christine to ponder the solution of how to capture Ron undetected. She needed an unknowing partner to help.

Finally the five o’clock hour arrived and once again Christine was in the office alone. She cautiously entered Mr. Remington’s private office, located where this big boss could keep an eye on the whole Admin. and sales office floor. Ron was afraid of Mr. Remington, as the supervisor for all the salesman he had a history of quickly and without mercy firing any salesman that failed to meet his expectations. Christine softly closed the door behind her as if afraid she would some how disturb the rarified air of her boss’s office and leave a trace of her presence he would detect upon his return from his holiday vacation, likely on some tropical island far from the cold of this city. She sit in the plush leather chair behind the expansive mahogany desk and wondered what it would be like to have the money and power all this represented.

She spun the chair around and opened the polished wooden doors that covered the boss’s computer workstation. After powering up the CPU she slide out the hidden tray that held the keyboard and mouse. To her surprise she found written along the top of the keyboard in bold black ink “Password: 66594403.” The big screen flickered to life as the computer dutifully completed its boot up sequence and the login screen appeared. Not believing it could be this simple she keyed in the numbers and pushed the Enter key. Remington’s desk top screen appeared and all his files and programs were there, at the ready to serve.

Christine opened his office email account and typed a brief message to Ron, with a cc to herself, trying to duplicate the same message tone she’d seen in the no nonsense messages from this supervisor to his underlings:

Ron,

I developed for this year a new sales promotion and demonstration package,. I want you to use this when you make your first round of calls on customers after the Holidays. Not wanting to delay your travel plans, I’ve arrange for Christine in Admin. to come in three hours early the day of you flight. She’ll have all the materials ready for you. The company and I expect another record sales year from you.

The message sent, Christine covered her trail by deleting the copy in the boss’s outgoing mail folder and clearing all history and temp. files on the machine before running defrag. on his hard drive. She shut down the machine and carefully returned everything in the office to its original state before turning out the lights and slipping out the door.

Back at her own desk, she check her email to verify the successful transmission of her message and then deleted it. Now she had to depend on Ron to dutifully check his office messages with his laptop from home before hitting the road for a round of visits to his best clients.

The remainder of the week would go painfully slow, with little work to do at the office and all the preparations made at her apartment, she could only go over and over in her mind how to spring her trap and what she’d do once she had Ron in her clutches.

Drinking a whole bottle of champagne by herself New Year’s Eve wasn’t enough to blot out the noise from the street and it was very late before she finally fell asleep to dream twisted dreams of her past suffering and getting even with Ron. When she finally woke up New Year’s day, it was with a splitting headache. After several aspirins and half a pot of black coffee she felt good enough to select what she would wear tomorrow morning. She decided on a all black outfit, since she was going to be a black widow spider springing her trap on a nasty little bug. She got down her black suit with its very short straight skirt. Instead of her usual long leg panty girdle, she opted for a lacy french cut panty and a matching garter belt to hold up the black sheer lace topped hose. The bra plunged deeply in the center the cups held together by a rhinestone clasp. Padding in the sides would insure ample cleavage would be visible in the deep V collar.

Her clothes all selected she’d need to pack a large purse with the essentials. Handcuffs, leg irons, duct tape, super glue, the mouth piece she’d removed from a diver’s snorkel, stun gun and the bottle of G.H.B. that she’d taken from Ron’s desk along with the her normal wallet, makeup, keys, etc. etc.

After putting everything in her purse she repeatedly practiced the motion of reaching in and retrieving the stun gun quickly. She knew she didn’t have the strength to over power Ron if there was a struggle. She’d have disable him quickly and keep him that way.

Sleep that night was impossible, the anticipation of tomorrow with the thrill of her possible success and the fears of possible failure made for a fret filled vexed sleep. Finally the alarm told the already awake Christine it was time to get up and launch her plan.

She put on her makeup heavier than normal, Christine felt like looking a little slutty just for today, and getting dressed she checked the weather. It was a blustery and cold morning in the city and the forecast was for it to remain that way for the rest of the day with heavy snow forecast for the night. She’d have to wear her heavy black wool coat and scarf to keep warm. That wasn’t the plan but it would be necessary to survive the wait on the cold dark street for the bus to take her to work.

The wait seemed longer than normal on the cold windy street, finally she boarded the bus for work. There were few riders for this early run. The inside of the bus seemed as cold as the sidewalk but it did offer shelter from the biting wind. The bus moved quickly through the dark and mostly deserted early morning street and arrived at Christine’s stop a little ahead of schedule. She left the bus clutching her coat against the cold and enter the office building through the parking garage instead of the usual front entrance. She wanted to insure the rental van had been delivered and that it had the crate and truck she’d ordered. She found it parked on the second level with the keys under the front mat as she had instructed. The special truck was lashed to the van wall beside the crate she had ordered. She slipped the keys into her coat pocket and caught the service elevator to her office floor. Now all she had to do was wait for Ron to show up.

Once at her desk she checked the time. She was well ahead of schedule, another twenty minutes before Ron was scheduled to show up. She used the time to practice pulling the stun gun from her purse. With her heavy coat and gloves it was much harder to do than when she’d at home. Finally she decided it would be better to take her gloves off and move the stun gun to her coat pocket. She practiced pulling the stun gun out of her pocket several times until she was sure she could do it in a quick smooth motion when the time came. Just as she slipped the stun gun back into her coat pocket she heard the bell announce that the elevator had stopped on her floor.

Only a few moments passed before Ron rounded the corner headed for Christine’s desk. He was dressed for the cold day, wearing a top coat, gloves a suit and tie. “I see you got Remington’s message, too. Where the stuff? I’ve got a plane to catch and not much time.” Ron spoke curtly, not wanting to waste his time with a greeting.

“Remington was a little premature, the presentations only just got here this morning and haven’t even been unloaded yet.” Christine replied.

“What! “ Ron voice filled with anger over the delay “Do you mean I made the trip down here for nothing.”

“Settle down” Christine replied “ The presentations are here. There’s just no one in receiving here yet to unpack the delivery. I convinced the print shop to leave them here in their van. It’s parked down on the second level of the parking garage. We’ll just have to go down and pull your stuff directly from the crate.”

“OK, that will work, I’m parked on the second level myself.” Ron now a little calmer relieved to be getting his material without a delay on getting to the airport. “Let’s go.”

The elevator stood open and waiting, still to early in the morning for the rest of the office staff to be beckoning the trusty traveling box to carry them to their floor. Christine and Ron road silently down to the parking garage. Once there, she lead the way to the parked van and pushed open its sliding door. She pointed to the crate in the back saying “Each presentation is individually packaged, so you just have to open the box and pick the one you want.”

They both made the short climb into the van. Ron moved to the back and bent over the crate. Fumbling with his gloved hands he worked the latches on the crate lid and flipped open the box’s top. He stared in disbelief into the empty box. “What the fuck? This box is....” Ron words where interrupted by his own involuntary scream as Christine pressed the stun gun against the bare skin of his neck and administer the first of several shocks she’d give Ron’s jerking body until he fell face down on the van’s floor, his body quivering and shaking no longer under his control.

Christine worked fast, not knowing how long before Ron would regain control of his body. She jerked at the top coats collar until it slid free of Ron’s arm and threw it aside. The suit jacket came next. She rolled him over and ripped his shirt open sending its button flying about the interior of the van. She undid his belt and jerked open the fly of his trouser. His shoes and socks went on the mounting pile of clothes. Grabbing both legs of his trouser she yanked so hard his head bounced up an down on the metal floor of the van. She continued tearing and pulling at his clothes until he lay naked before her. She took the lid from the brown bottle in her purse. Gripping his jaw she forced his mouth open and poor the clear liquid in until it ran out the corners of his mouth. She held his mouth and nose until she was sure he’d swallowed it all. Was it enough or maybe to much, she did not know. Maybe she had just administer a lethal dose? She took comfort in knowing Ron had already done the same to her.

She rolled the limp body over and pulled his arms behind his back clamping the handcuffs tightly on his wrists. Then followed that with leg irons on his ankles. She rolled his limp body back over and applied a thin stream of the super glue to his eye lashes, watching to insure the bonding liquid flowed down to hair shafts and pooled on the skin beneath. She dug through her purse until she found the rubber mouth piece of the diver’s snorkel. She forced it into his mouth and between his teeth before lifting his upper lip and applying the glue to the soft skin and the rubber mouth piece. She repeated the procedure with the lower lip. She then glued the outside of the upper lip to the lower lip making the hole in the mouth piece the only opening.

She returned the tube to her purse and took out the duct tape. She wrapped the tape around his head covering his eyes with several layers. She thought to herself how much she would enjoy ripping the tape off, later when Ron was conscious and could feel the result. She continued with the tape binding his legs together, first mid thigh and then mid calf and finally around the ankle below the leg irons.

Now that she had her pig bound up she had to get him into the crate. She lay the wooden box on in side it lid folded back. Even with opening close to the floor of the van she found it hard to lift the limp dead weight into the box. She dragged the feet around and guided them to the bottom of the crate. She pulled and pushed on the heavy limp flesh which seemed to stick to the floor of the van. Once Ron’s naked body was in the box it took a herculean effort to turn the box back upright.

With lid closed and the latch secured, she sorted through the pile of clothes finding and keeping Ron’s wallet, keys, cell-phone and plane ticket. Checking the wallet, she found Ron was ready for travel, all his credit cards and several hundred dollars in cash. Christine dropped the wallet in her purse and gather all Ron’s clothes. Outside the van she pressed on of the security buttons on the car key fob and was led to Ron’s car by the flash of it lights and sound of it horn. Of course he had a new high performance Mustang convertible. She popped the trunk lid and dumped her arm load of clothes in with Ron’s suitcase. Inside the car behind the drivers seat she found Ron’s leather shoulder bag carrying his laptop computer she took that back to the van with her.

The clock was ticking, she had little time to execute the remainder of her plan. She pulled from the deserted parking garage and headed for home. She drove very carefully, it would not do to be stopped for speeding with her special package in the rear of the van. She made it to the curb outside her apartment without incident. She pushed the appliance truck under the crate and tighten the strap around it, only to discover she didn’t have the strength to lift the crate despite pulling on the truck with all her weight. She opened the van’s sliding door, hoping to drag the box to sidewalk but it remained steadfast as if stuck to the van’s floor board.

The few people now on the street walked by to busy with their own lives and problems to bother with the strange woman and her struggles with the wooden box. Except for a homeless man in a dirty well worn wool top coat and a hat with it’s fuzzy ear flaps strapped down to guard against the cold. The more Christine pulled and tugged on the box the closer he was drawn to the van. Finally standing close behind her he spoke “Hay lady, could you use some help with that?’

The unexpected voice startled Christine so badly she almost screamed as she jerk around surprised someone was so close. After regaining her composure, she looked the stranger over and decided to take a chance. “Yes, I gladly give you twenty bucks if you’ll help get this down to my basement apartment.” Christine pointed to the steps leading down to her place “It’s just right over there.”

“Sure”the hungry and cold man answer glad to pick up a quick twenty.

It took both of them to drag the crate and the appliance truck strapped to it to the sidewalk. Once on solid smooth concrete the man had no trouble pulling the box back and up onto the wheeled truck and rolled it easily to the steps leading down to Christine’s door. As he edged the package down the first few steps it gained momentum dragging the man down the last remaining steps and landing with a heavy thud. Christine thought she actually heard a grunt from within the box when it landed and said to herself “That going to leave a mark.”

The crate held together despite the rough handling and Christine held the door open as the homeless man rolled it into her apartment. She had him set it down close to where she had anchored the steel eye bolt to the floor. She pulled a twenty from Ron’s wallet and followed the homeless man out the door.

After bolting and locking the door, she unstrapped the crate from the truck and opened the lid. Pushing with all her strength she turn the box over and dumped its human contents on to her apartment floor. A quick check, yes he’s breathing. A couple of dark purple marks on his neck from the stun gun and his body pale from the cold but alive. Christine got the chain she had purchased and wrapped it around his neck securing it with a padlock at the back of his neck. She then ran it down his back between his handcuffed arms and wrapped it around his waist securing it at the base of his spine with a second padlock. She continued down his legs wrapping the chain around the links of the leg irons at his ankles before securing it to the eye bolt sealed in the concrete of the basement floor with the final padlock.

She looked down on the man responsible for her multiple rapes and life of torment at work now vanquished and helpless and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. The drugged semi conscious body lurched releasing a grunt and curled into a fetal position on the floor. “That’s just the beginning” her words of warning of what was to come, to the unhearing Ron.

She threw a blanket over the still body on the cold bare floor before loading the now empty crate back on its truck and dragging it from her apartment. She still had lots to do before she could turn her full attention back to taking her revenge.

As she closed her apartment door she took pleasure in looking back on her shackled and chained prisoner and giving her best Arnold the Terminator impression menacingly saying “I’ll be back.” The door closed followed by the sound of the locks securing the now dark and silent apartment. Ron’s body lay bound and motionless awaiting Christine’s return.