Back to Main Page · Author: Iron Nick
Author's note: This fictional story contains graphic material unsuited for persons under the age of 18.
Paula Zahn had virtually been given CNN's morning show. She had come in and was not only given the weekday morning slot, but given a few shows of her own despite the fact that several anchors had been faithfully serving CNN for some time. She knew there was a hint of resentment, but she did not let it bother her. She arrived at the CNN studios early Monday morning as usual. She said hello to the security personell and checked in at her desk to see what was new. After a few briefings, she headed for the make-up chair. She walked into the make-up room and greeted the make-up lady, Sandra. "Good morning."
Sandra looked curiosly at Paula. "Uh, what's with the mustache?"
"What are you talking about?" asked a confused Paula.
Sandra motioned to the lighted mirror behind the make-up table. Paula sat in the chair and leaned forward. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. A thick black line had been draw across her upper lip in the shape of a flattened V. "How did that happen?"
"You don't know?" asked Sandra.
"Well, I didn't do it," said Paula as she wracked her brain for explanations.
"Then who did?" asked Sandra as she reached for a make-up pad and some make-up remover.
"No one could have...I mean...there's no way. I don't understand!" Paula said flustered.
Sandra did her best to wipe off the mark, but it had been done in permanent ink. Her best efforts produced a black smudge. "We're running out of time, so I'm going to have to cover this up." She applied Paula's make-up and applied a heavy coat of base across her upper lip. Paula thanked her and headed to her anchor desk.
She walked into the studio. "May want to zip up your fly, Ms. Zahn," said a cameraman.
Paula looked down at her navy slacks. The fly was wide open, giving everyone a peek at her pink cotton panties. She blushed and zipped up. She went behind the desk and sat down. As she sat, she felt something intrude up her rectum. She jumped up in surpirse. She could feel something stuck up her. She thought she may have crapped herself. She excused herself and hurried to the restroom. The segment director followed after asking what the problem was. Paula told him
to stall for a moment and that she would be right back. She entered the restroom and went inside a stall. She undid her slacks and pulled them and her panties to her knees. She grabbed some toilet paper and squatted down over the toilet. When she reached around, whatever it was that was stuck up her ass disappeared. She wiped her ass anyway and flushed the paper. She went to pull her pants up when suddenly she found she could not move her hands. She had no idea how it happened, but somehow she was no on her knees with her hands tied behind the toilet bowl and underneath the pipe that lead from the wall to the bowl. Another rope was around her neck and tied under the bowl. It held her head in the bowl with the tip of her nose touching the water. She was also gagged with a cloth that tasted of medicine. Her pants were still down around her lower thighs. She struggled and tried to scream into the gag, but to no avail. This went on for
several minutes before Paula heard a female voice call her name. "Ms. Zahn? Ms. Zahn are you, OK?"
Paula screamed as best she could into the gag. She heard the stall door begin to creek. Just as suddenly as she had found herself bound and gagged, she found herself free. She was still kneeling over the toilet with her pants down, but there were no ropes or gags. "Oh, excuse me!" said a shocked voice and the stall door closed. Paula quickly got to her feet. She tried her best to compose herself. Tears had streamed down her face. She pulled up her pants only to find the button above the fly was missing. She straightened her clothes the best she could. Held her pants up and walked out.
A young female intern was standing nervously a few feet from the stall. "Are you OK?"
"Um fuhn," Paula said with a thin stream of drool escaping from her mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth. Her lips and tongue where numb. Whatever had been in her mouth apparently had some type of local anethstetic on it. She swallowed a mouth full of saliva. Eventually, CNN had to get a replacement for Paula. She spent the rest of the morning in an unused board room trying to recover from the day's events. She refused to have anyone see her until the numbness went away. The executives gave her the day off. She went to her car in the employee garage. She turned off the car alarm and unlocked it with her remote. As she went to grab the door handle, she felt a breeze over her entire body. She looked down and found she was now only in her bra and panties. She quickly grabbed the door handle and pulled up. The car alarm went off. She looked in the window and saw her pants and blouse piled on the front seat. Her keys were on top of her blouse. She looked up and saw the security guard coming her way. She sank down to the ground with her back against her car door. "This just CAN NOT be happeneing," she thought to herself. "When am I going to wake up?!"
Meanwhile from inside a car parked several spaces away, another female CNN anchor sat in her car swining a pocket watch on a chain and giggling silenty to herself.