"What are you doing?" you start. Kim apparently has forgotten you are an intelligent being and is more talking to herself at this point. "Melissa will be sitting on the chair the rest of her shift," she mutters to herself with a smile as she starts taping your body to the seat. You glance to your left and realize that there is a massive crater next to you, and you're in another crater. Kim's statement that Melissa would be sitting in the chair until the end of her shift worried you. The park didn't close for at least eight hours. Melissa could stay at least an hour after that. She could only be off you for a few minutes for bathroom breaks or something. "Kim, you can't do this," you stammer worriedly. She pauses for a second and then seems to realize something. She starts putting tape over your mouth but not your nose. "Wait! Kim, wait! Don't do th - mumf!" She smiles evilly, like a kid with a magnifying glass. "Sorry Jim can't have Melissa interrupting your training." Your eyes plead with her as she gets up and walks out of Melissa's office but she is oblivious to your silent cries. As Kim is closing the door she gives you a knowing grin and closes the door. The noise it makes is very ominous, like the key of fate twisting greedily.
Tears flow freely from your eyes for a minute then you stem the flow of emotions and think about this. You knew from past experiences (Kim wasn't the first b*tch that had taped you to something) that tape didn't stick to skin for long. Melissa could probably see you as the chair was a dark brown color. It was more than likely that the adhesive on the tape would wear off and you would be free. You pictured yourself on Melissa's desk as she walked in, telling her what Kim was trying to do, imagining Kim fired (or even better: jailed!) because of what she tried to do to you. Your thoughts of revenge are interrupted when the door opens. You see Melissa's back as she closes the door. You will all of your brainpower on sending a psychic message to Melissa: Check the chair! As usual you seem to be suffering from a psychic blowout. She doesn't even glance at the chair, something on her desk must be urgent. In a swift move she grabs a paper off her desk, flicks up her mini-skirt, and slams her ass down on you. For perhaps half a second you get nice view of her panty covered butt. Her skin is pale and flawless and her cheeks are nice and rounded. Then your body is flattened. You hear a slight hiss as the foam in the chair releases air and then Melissa settles. You're in as much pain as you'd ever been in but you can't cry out or tell anyone where you're at. You are gladdened a bit by how nice Melissa's butt is. It was so warm and soft... but not soft enough to not crush you. Then she leans over, possibly to shred something and even more weight is put on you. You are unsure how much longer you can take this and remind yourself that it has barely been a minute sense she sat down.
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