The Vengeful Employee

[The Preacher]

OOC : Hey, haven't posted here for a while, but I was hoping to engage in an RPG here involving a rape scene from a former employee. I would play Samuel Morris, thirty three, 6"2, 185lbs, black. Looking for a female to play my boss.

IC : When I woke up it was 1234. My head felt like it was expanding, like I needed an exorcist. I cleared my throat and thought about what excuse I could make to Sandra, my unholy bitch of a boss. Getting drunk alone wasn't exactly the sort of thing I wanted to say. As I walked to the bathroom, I heard the phone ring.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

OOC: humm, playing the shrew might be fun for a change of pace.

Sandra Channing, 5'6", Red hair, green eyes, nice figure which she shows off with short skirts and tight blouses but a real ice queen and usually on a power trip

IC: The phone rang and rang as if the person on the other line knew who it was but didn't want to answer it. Finally Mary, Sandra Channing's secretary heard a click and Samuel Morris' voice on the other end of the line.

"Sam," Mary said in a low tone hoping their boss wouldn't hear,"You're late and the boss is in an uproar. She really has it in for you this time. You better get over here or...."

In the background Samuel could hear Sandra's voice over that of Mary's. "Is that Morris? Did that lazy good for nothing finally answer the damn phone? Here! Give me that!"

The sound of the phone on the other end falling and then being picked up came to Samuel's ears and then the grating tone of Sandra filled the reciever.

"Morris! Where the hell have you been? It's past noon and you still aren't at work. You are fired! Do you hear that? I have had about as much of your slacking off as I can take. Fired, Morris. F-I-R-E-D! If I were you I would pick up a paperback I hear the unemployment lines are hell. And that's where you're going to be for a long time because the reference you get from me is going to make sure you don't work any time soon."

Then the phone was slammed down without giving him a chance to explain or say anything else.


OOC: If you don't like the post pm me and let me know.

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : Thank you, Blue Eyed Lady, the post was excellent. Would another lady like to be Mary? That would be very nice, feel free to join.

IC : I can't remember the last time I'd picked up the phone, said hello, and never spoke again. Halfway through the call I fell on the bed, closed my eyes and sighed. The screaming didn't even sink in until I heard;

Fired, Morris. F-I-R-E-D!

The rest was chatter again before the phone hung up. I looked up at the wall, both hungover and startled. When I composed myself I vomited in the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. I lived in a shithole of an apartment, in the background were bottles of Jack and vomit. My rent was already a month overdue and I had no money. I washed my face, took a shower and went back to the phone, and called Sandra's number.

"Hello?" she answered.
"Sandra. This is Sam. I'm gonna need you to tell me what the fuck you were talking about this morning because I didn't catch a word. I was drunk, you see. Because I have this tremendous, glamourous lifestyle, I sit at home and get drunk. OK? Because I know you didn't tell me I was fired, that's going to be a serious problem, Sandra!"

There was a pronounced silence.

"Sandra? Talk to me."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra couldnt believe that he had the balls to call back. Was he threatening her?

"Oh you heard right," She said, her voice sounding like a freezing wind,"You no longer work her, Mr Samuel Morris. I have had enough of your slacking off. You have fucked up on the job for the last time. Not only are you fired but I am damn well going to make sure it's pure hell for you to get another job. I don't give a damn about your shitty life, Morris, if you werent such a fuck up you would still have a job. Don't expect me to keep you out of pity. Security has instructions to let you on the premises long enough to get anything you have here and then escort you off."

Sandra sat back in her chair and gave a cruel smile. She loved flexing her power, it gave her a rush and Samuel Morris was an eye sore. She had been after the higher ups to get rid of him for a long time but for some reason they were reluctant to do it. Now he had provided the perfect opportunity to do just that and no one could say anything. He had screwed himself over.

"You made your bed, Morris, now lie in it and don't expect me to feel sorry for you. Pick up your stuff and get the hell out."

 

[The Preacher]

I listened as she continued her rant. It was at least as aggressive and powerful as his own and it was almost a humiliating experience.

Pick up your stuff and get the hell out

"I'll be there at 2. I'll see you then, Sandra."

I sounded much more cordial. It wasn't the kind of response either of use were expecting. Almost pitiful and degrading. Mentally, however, I had something planned to take the smirk off her face.

I looked at the clock once more, 112pm. I went to the closet, got into my normal work clothes, silk shirt, green tie, black pants. As I walked to the door, I turned around, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a carving knife. I put it in my briefcase along with a handgun, opened the door and made my way into work.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra hung up the phone with a look of triumph. With a smile she sat back in her chair. She loved having power over other people. She always had. Her father was a businessman and had taught her that the only way to get what you want was through power.

She had done that. Well, power and sex. Every once in awhile you have to have strange bedfellows in order to get up in the world. But then the sex gave you blackmail opportunities and so it changed into power again. It was a very nice circle.

Turning to her work, she buzzed Mary and told her that Samuel Morris would be in at 2 pm to pick up his things and then security would see that he was escorted off the premises as he would not be returning.

There seemed to be some regret in Mary's voice. Poor girl. She was so soft hearted that she thought she should take in every stray. She would learn though...or be trampled on the corporate ladder.

 

[The Preacher]

I strode up to the door with a beaming smile on my face and an outstretched hand to the security guard, Tim. I couldn't have looked less imposing.

"Tim! How are you my friend?"
"Hey Sam, I'm fine. Sounds like you've got more things to think about Sam."
"What the late start? Oh, it's nothing Tim. Nothing at all"

I stared into space for a brief moment thinking of what I was about to do.

"Look, Sam, I'm supposed to escort you up man. I'm sorry."
"I'm telling you, it's a huge misunderstanding" I exclaimed amicably. "It'll be fine, I'll be up there working in no time."

He didn't look convinced.

"I tell you what I'll do. I'll bring Sandra down here in half an hour. Sandra herself. She'll tell you I'm fine."

He laughed.

"That bitch? Man, if you could get that ball buster to show any compassion I'll take you out to dinner tonight."
"So you'll let me in?"
"Go for it, I'll see you soon."

I pushed past the door and flew up the steps, passed Sandra's office, looked around, and walked in.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra was busy on her desk computer when she heard the door open. "Yes, Mary, what do you need?" She asked not looking up from her screen but wondering why Mary did not use the intercom and she, Sandra, had not called for her assistance with anything.

When not recieving and answer from her secretary, she finally looked up to see Samuel Morris standing in her door. Shutting off her computer, she stood and leaned over her desk to address him.

"What are you doing in my office? I gave strict orders that you were to be escorted to get your things and then escorted out again. Where is security?" She looked behind him to find the uniform clad guard to ask why he had allowed Samuel into her office but found no one.

Looking back at Samuel she said in a hard voice,"No matter, I will remedy that situation right now." Picking up the phone, she put it to her ear intending to dial security to come and take her ex employee from the premises.

 

[The Preacher]

I grinned as she spewed forth meaningless rhetoric. I slowly opened my briefcase, took out the handgun and walked over to her. I placed one hand on the phone and put it back down. I put one finger up to my smiling lips, and placed the gun behind her neck, pushing it into her skin so she could really feel it. Her smug snarl began to dissapate, and for the first time, she looked in my eyes. She may not have been as terrified as I imagined, but I had given her something to think about.

"Now, Sandra, you are going to listen to me now, aren't you?"

She stared into my eyes, I couldn't tell if she was furious or petrified.

"I have six bullets, you have nothing. You're going to walk out of this office and go to the womens bathroom, and you're going to stay there. If I go there, in five minutes time, and you are not there, I will come out and kill six people, including Mary out there."

I gestured the gun at the door.

"So you have a choice Sandra. You can wait for me and listen to what I have to tell you, in a more, intimate enviroment, or you can have the blood of six people on your hands. And if you think I can't get away, you're wrong, very wrong. I'll get away, and I'll find you. You will never hide. If you run, you're just delaying the inevidable...and killing six people."

I looked at her eyes with contempt.

"Dynamite?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra looked at the gun he had in disbelief. He was crazy! He had gone around the bend. She always knew he would go over the edge one day and she had been right.

She swallowed hard as she felt the cold metal against her neck. She hadn't ever been really concerned about anyone else in her life but she still didn't want to be responsible for anyone's death. Using people to climb the ladder was one thing, being the reason they died another.

She looked down at her desk drawer. Her purse was in there and in her purse was her cell phone. If she could just convince him she needed to take her purse with her she could call the police from the bathroom and they could be there before anything else happened.

"Okay, Morris," She said trying to keep her voice calm,"Just let me get my purse from my drawer and I will do as you say. We can go somewhere and talk this over."

Slowly, she reached down to open the desk drawer trying not to make any sudden moves to spook him.

 

[The Preacher]

I laughed.

"You're not taking your purse. You're getting out of that chair and going to the bathroom like I said. How dumb do you think I am?"

She began to speak.

"Don't answer that, it doesn't matter."

I saw her hand move towards the door, her palm facing me. I went to the open briefcase, on the floor, behind her desk so she could not see it. I took the carving knife out and held it next to her wrist.

"Now it's more interesting, now you will die if you don't move now. No more stalling."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Now the danger of the situation was increasing. Dropping her hand down she slowly got up and did as he said.

"You know, Mathews," She said as she headed to the door and opened it,"You are not going to get away with this." She knew that it sounded like an old cliche but she didnt know what else to say and she wasnt going to let him think she was frightened even if she was.

"Kidnapping and possibly murder? You are going to jail for a long time after this is over with." Exiting the room she walked down the hallway and down to the bathroom. She passed some people and wanted to grab someone and tell them what was happening but she didn't want a shoot out at the office on her hands and she had a feeling he was watching what she was doing anyway. Her office was built so she could keep an eye on the employees outside of it. A precaution to catch the lazy but now she wished she hadn't insisted on that bit of remodeling when she got her position. There would be plenty of time to think something out when she got to the bathroom.

Entering the lady's room she found it was empty. Looking around she tried to find something she could alert someone with. Maybe write a note and throw it out the window. But on what? Toilet paper? And she didnt have a pen with her as her purse was in the office. Maybe someone would come in the bathroom and she could get them to quietly call the police. Leaning against one of the sinks, she prayed one of the women employees would make it in there before the time was up.

 

[The Preacher]

I couldn't wait too long. When she left I sighed and sat down in the chair and swiveled around. I hadn't properly thought about where I was sending her, other people, security - I mean, what if another woman went into the bathroom? So why did I do it? I'm not a dumb guy, why take that risk?

I knew. The power I had over her. I told her to go there, and she had to, no other real choice. I was going to make her sweat this time.

I put the knife back in my bag, but put the handgun on safety and in my pocket. I looked at my watch - 213, it had been four minutes, time to go. I strode out of the office, and headed to the bathroom, sure enough, there she was. She was leaning against the sink, staring into space. Soon enough she bolted her head around to me. I turned and locked the door, no one was watching this.

"So, Sandra, shall we chat? What are you going to give me?"

I began to walk around her, her eyes following mine.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

No one came in. Probably because they saw her enter. The employees weren't fond of her. She knew that. They avoided her every time they could. She hadn't cared before now. Let them scurry. She didn't need them or anyone else. Only this time she did and now no one came.

Her head turned to the door when it opened hoping someone had stumbled in here. When she saw who it was her look of hope vanished and she stood up and glared at him, her arms crossed in front of you.

"If you think I am giving you your job back you're crazy," She hissed at him,"Even before you pulled this stunt I wasn't going to give it back to you. What the hell do you think this is going to change?"

 

[The Preacher]

I walked up behind her and took her waist in my hands. My gun pushed into her ass. I chuckled "there really is a gun in my pocket, and I'm definately not happy to see you." She tensed up, turned her head and looked at me, an unamigious scowl on her face. I put my hand on her back, pusing her towards and sink, bending her over, very slowly. I smiled as I watched her, feeling her back becoming tenser and tenser on my hand.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra could feel a low panic arise in her as he bent her over the sink and she pushed back on his hand, her muscles tightening beneath them.

"Morris, what the hell do you think you are doing?" She says, fighting to keep the fear from her voice. He had a gun, she knew that but she sure as hell wasnt going to play this game. She wasn't used to not being in charge and she didn't like it at all.

 

[The Preacher]

I took the gun out of my pocket and released the safety. I put it next to her neck. "This is the second time I've had to tell you to do as I wish." I took my other hand and thrust it between her legs, under her miniskirt. My thumb rubbing against her thigh, my fingers probing her sex beneath her panties. I took the gun barrell and ran it past her neck and towards her face. I brought it to her lips, but she clenched her teeth. I flipped her around so she was facing me once more.

"Suck the barrell of this gun like it was a dick." I demanded. For the first time I was certain I saw fear in her eyes, but I was still unsure if I had truly conquered her, though I tried to appear otherwise. Our eyes were in an intense stare, it was a rush I've never felt in my life.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra grit her teeth as she felt the cold metal of the gun against her neck. She tried to clamp her legs together as he pushed his way up to run across her panties but it was fruitless.

Then he pressed it to her lips and she knew what he wanted with it. She was scared out of her wits, he was crazy, but she wasnt going to be humiliated like that.

She gasped as he roughly turned her around, coming face to face with him and forced to look into his eyes. She knew he could see the fear there but she couldn't hide it.

Slowly she opened her mouth, her hands holding tight to the sink so she wouldn't shake and give away just how frightened she was. She let the cold metal slide between her lips, almost gagging at the bitter taste of metal and gun powder. Closing her lips around it, she tried not to let more than just the tip of the barrel enter her mouth before starting to softly suck on it.

 

[The Preacher]

I twirled it around in her mouth, so that just her lips were caressing the gun. Her eyes were open and staring at me.

"That's not how you suck cock, close your eyes, hold onto the barrell. Pump this gun. And don't even think about trying to take it, my finger is on the trigger and if I feel anything there's a hole in the back of your head."

I saw her tounge flicker out, probably unintentionally.

"Use that filthy little tounge of yours."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra balked at what he wanted but there was nothing she could do. Swallowing the gritty taste of the gun, she reached up a shaking hand to hold onto the gun. She hated that he could see how frightened she was but she couldnt stop her reaction.

The metal felt slick because of the persperation on her palm. Taking a deep breath she began to lick the barrel of the gun, sliding it in and out of her mouth as slow as she could. Her knees were shaking thinking that it could go off at any time. The smell of fear was almost pouring off of her.

In and out of her mouth it slide while her tongue ran over it, her eyes never leaving his as the gun barrel got wetter and wetter.

 

[The Preacher]

I groaned as I watched her take the gun more enthusiastically in her mouth. I was a wonderful exhibition of what fear can do, replicate lust on a gun. She would do anything for the threat of her own life if she sucked a gun in front on me, I was almost convinced she wanted something shot in her mouth for the effort.

"Good, very, very good."

I unzipped my pants. I figured underwear would just be a hinderance for my plans today, and my erect penis popped out. I took the gun out of her mouth and gestured to my dick. Taking her shaking hand I took her to a cubicle and sat on the toilet.

"Now for the real thing baby, and this time, I want to feel your desire. You will suck until you like it. You're not leaving until you do. I can go as you want, until I'm convinced that you're enjoying it."

As shocked as she was by the whole experience, I think this statement frightened her most. I could see a tear falling from her left eye and I laughed.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

She coughed as he took the gun from her mouth wanting nothing more than to spit the aweful taste from it but she didn't know if that would anger him so she simply swallowed it gagging at the after taste.

Sandra could hear the sound of his zipper and her eyes widened as he took out his cock and then dragged her to one of the stalls. She listened to his demands and shook her head. God no, he wasnt going to humilate her like this. But she could see in his eyes that he was serious and he had the gun.

Dropping slowly to her knees, she tried not to let the tears that were welling up fall. She didn't want to show him how bad this was for her, she was convinced he would like it too much. Still she couldn't stop this either and she could feel her disgust for him grow.

Reaching out and taking his cock in her hand she just stared at it for a moment, feeling it react to her touch. She didnt want to do this. She hated this but, looking in his eyes again, she could tell he was going to make good his threat.

Closing her eyes, she leaned forward opening her mouth. Her shaking hand didnt help as she guided it to her lips. Sticking out her tongue, she touched the head with it, pulling back as she tasted him, feeling the spongy softness against it. She swallowed hard and closed her mouth around it and began to pump her hand up and down the shaft as she began to suck on the head, wanting to do no more than she had to to satisfy him.

 

[The Preacher]

I watched her movements taking my cock. Extremely apprehensive to say the least. I knew that she wasn't even close to satisying me yet. I had seen what fear had driven her to do, but I wanted fear to drive her to the edge of lust. I didn't want to rape her and leave her, I wanted to rape her mind, and make her truly under my control.

At the moment, it was mechanical. My precum coated her lips as she simply bobbed on my dick. Her hand pumped, but it was like a 14 year old girl might do on a first date - rushed and uneducated. Her lips felt good on my meat, but I wanted more. I tapped the gun on her head and her eyes lifted to mine - still fear.

"Now I know you can give a blowjob. Fuck Sandra, everyone in the office knows how you get from A to B" I laughed. "Now, am I supposed to accept an amatuer blowjob from a professional prostitute like yourself?" I laughed once more "Now, I've got the gun, and I want a Sandra Channing special, and I know how you love to suck cock - give me that. Or I'll kill you."

The last words were cold and very final.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Sandra shook as the gun touched her head. She knew the rumors going around about her. Hell, most of them were true. She had done what she had to to get where she was. But that didn't mean he had to use it against her. Her cheeks flamed at the term prostitute but she said nothing.

Still, what choice did she have? The answer was none. He was in charge now, that gun put him there. She didn't even have the power a woman usually has during sex. She was here and would do what he wanted because he held her life in his hands.

Letting the head of his cock slide from her mouth, Sandra took a deep breath. Well, she would give him the best blowjob he ever had and then it would be over with. And damn him to hell for making her do this and not get anything out of it.

She had tasted the precum on the tip of his cock, knew how aroused he was at seeing her like this so she decided to use it. Using her hand to squeeze the base of his cock, she began to lick the head and length of it until it glistened. Though she hated to, she interspersed soft kisses between long licks her hand never stopping it's pumping motion as she covered every inch of it.

The other hand went to his balls which she began to fondle. Get him off quick and it would be over with. Licking and kissing back up his length, she again took the head in her mouth but this time she really put her tongue to work. Licking and lashing against the sensitive head, she swirled it around the softness, dipping it into the slit and probing for a second, tasting more precum before running it around and under it where the head meets the shaft.

Pushing his cock further into her mouth she now ran her tongue over the underside of it as she began to suck hard and swallow, squeezing his cock between her cheeks, rubbing the soft flesh there along the length as she kept her pumping motion going at the base while fondling and squeezing his balls.

 

[The Preacher]

I watched her drop down to my cock again, but this time she was more serious about satisfying my request. She was skilful, delicate, almost clinical in milking my cock. I could feel her rolling my balls in her hand, grabbing them, tightening them, and letting them go. I focused hard not to come. Her mouth, soft, warm mouth, touched every millimetre of my now huge and fully erect cock. Her hand massaged me, her fingernails lightly skipping across my shaft producing uncontrollable sensations.

This was a war, she was desperately trying to make me come, using all of her craft, pulling out of my cock momentarily, a bridge of saliva between her mouth and my head. She wrapped a fist around my bulging head and massaged; I groaned deeply, but pulled her off me. There was no spark in the eye, no sound from Sandra. She wasn't enjoying it yet. Though I sensed in her pleasure, not from trying to pleasure me (not yet anyway) but from a battle where she had some chance, a chance for it to be over.

"Much better, but you're not enjoying it."

More tears rolled down her face.