by Livia Grant
The burn in her oxygen-deprived lungs got the last say, forcing her to pry open her eyes to find his crazed expression as he used her mouth to chase his own pleasure. His pupils were black with raw power and domination. For the first time, she wondered if she was even going to leave this house alive.
His physical domination wasn't enough. He had to add words to complete her humiliation. "I am a very lucky man, Hannah. I'm a fucking machine. My cock is my weapon of choice. I can fuck almost twenty-four hours a day if I want to. That means I need to surround myself with ready holes. I have many employees, and every one of them knows that their holes are mine to command. Many crave it... most even enjoy it... but my favorites are just like you. Good girls who try to fight their true nature. Naughty girls who need training and discipline. Yes, Hannah, I look forward to debasing you very much. Tonight is just the beginning. Soon, you'll beg me for it. Now drink my first cum."
His words were straight out of a horror movie. They mingled with the drugs, lack of oxygen, and hot strands of cum filling her mouth to render her helpless. She felt a foreign sense of peace wash over her as she did the only thing she could in that moment—surrender to his will.
She zoned in and out of consciousness as she lay limp, allowing Jake to untie her arms and carry her body across the office towards the expanse of his desk. Only now did she notice a wedge shaped bolster in the center of the desk. It was two feet tall at the peak and looked oddly out of place until Jake started to lay her face down, her hips centered at the top, thrusting her ass high into the air.
She was weak, her feeble attempts to scramble away almost a joke. Jake easily pressed her body down while reaching to bring up fleece-lined wrist restraints already attached to the heavy-gauge rings on the left side of the desk. Once he had her arms restrained, pulled several feet apart, he released her, knowing she wasn't going to get away.
She heard the sobs and knew they were her own. The man was evil. She could see the crazy detachment in his eyes as he slid his gaze across her naked flesh. It was a look she had the misfortune of knowing all too well, and one she had prayed she'd never see again. The only good thing about living through the horrors she had, as a teenager in Ohio, was that she'd learned how to go to her secret place. No matter what was happening to her body, she'd found a way to lock her mind away in a safe box. But Hannah was out of practice, and the drugs weren't making it any easier. As Jake pulled her last limb wide to expose her bare pussy, she fought to leave the room behind.
His words made it impossible. "It didn't need to be like this tonight, Hannah. Remember that. You disobeyed, so you need to be corrected. I have more ways of correcting you than you can possibly imagine. This is just the beginning. The important thing to remember is that you asked for this with your disobedience."
I didn't get my shoes off in time. He's certifiably insane.
She closed her eyes, making it easier to hear the swish of his leather belt being pulled from his pants. She held her breath, dreading the first contact against her already sore backside. Tension built until she felt like her heart would beat out of her chest.
The bastard waited until she pried her eyes open to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. He'd been waiting for her. The heated lust shining back at her from his expression was alarming. He hadn't bothered to put his cock back in his pants and already it was close to fully erect again, ready to pierce its next hole, as Jake had so poetically put it.
A sadistic smile turned his lips into an ugly snarl just as he pulled his right arm back and unleashed a full force lash across her tender buttocks. If she hadn't seen the leather in his hand, she'd have sworn he had set a line of fire across her skin.
Her already sore throat strained under her blood-curdling scream. Jake blurred before her as tears filled her eyes, spilling onto the desk below. He gave her no time to recover, pulling back and delivering a second lash, slightly lower. She was grateful for the fleece-lined restraints, because the excruciating pain had her flailing like a madwoman to be released. Without the fleece, her wrists and ankles would be bleeding.
Jake's sadistic taunts somehow made it through her foggy mind. "You're as perfect as I'd hoped, Hannah. Your pale skin marks beautifully." Another lash. Another scream. "Your tears are like an aphrodisiac to me. Look how hard I am again for you. For your pussy and your tiny butthole." He stopped long enough to stroke his erection lovingly, the gentleness in direct contrast with the severe punishment he delivered. "Take your medicine like a good girl, baby."
Medicine? The man is a whacko.
"Please... stop... enough..." She choked out pleas, her throat raw from screaming.
"I decide when it's enough."
"Don't I get a safeword?" How had she even come up with that thought?
"That implies we're playing." He took time out for another lash, this time edging higher, closer to her back before continuing. "I assure you, Hannah, there is nothing playful about this. I am experienced. I know what you can take." Another lash. Another scream. "I know what you need. We stop when I say so. Not a minute before."
Fresh sobs overtook her at the hopelessness of the situation. The belting went on so long, her ass gradually began to feel numb, for which she was grateful. She knew that if she survived this night, she'd have welts and bruises for many days. The punishment continued on for so long that her tormentor took a break to unbutton his shirt sleeves and roll them up before delivering at least another dozen cracks, this time to her sit-spots and upper thighs, where he found a fresh canvas for his evil form of art.
By the time she heard the belt fall to the floor, the athletically fit Jake Davenport was breathing heavily, as if he'd just finished a workout at the local gym. Perspiration beaded on his brow and he reached into the top drawer of his desk to pull out a hand towel.
The fact that he was prepared with a towel reminded Hannah that she was almost certainly not the first innocent woman to find herself lewdly displayed for his violent attention, and she assumed she wouldn't be the last, either.
This realization didn't bring her comfort.
Anger bubbled up inside her; the thought that whoever had gone before her should have found a way to stop the bastard, if not to protect themselves, then to stop him from brutalizing other women... like her. In that moment, she vowed she would find some way to stop him. She couldn't control who had gone before her, but she could damn well try to prevent someone else from living through the kind of hell she found herself in.
The sound of Jake's voice startled her. It took her a few seconds to realize he was talking on his mobile phone. His even voice betrayed nothing of the evil he'd perpetrated in the privacy of his own home. It sounded like he was talking to another employee, and she wondered if he'd ever whipped them so severely and, if so, what could possibly make someone continue working for a man like Jake.
"I'm getting started breaking in my newest accountant. I'll need to drop her off and then I'll head over to the warehouse. We can do a final run through for Thursday night. We can't afford any loose ends like we had last month, you got it?"
Hannah wasn't sure who he was talking to, but she was glad the anger she heard in his voice wasn't directed at her.
"Well, you see that it doesn't happen again. You may be my most trusted employee, but that doesn't mean you are immune from a correction session. Those assholes Mitchell and Lambert have the heat turned up. Everything has to be perfect. Tight. Understood?" He listened again before ending the call with an abrupt, "Later."
As horrifying as the night had been so far, the next hour was equally as bizarre. Jake Davenport opened the laptop on his desk and proceeded to tend to his work silently; typing emails, making cryptic phone calls. Hannah's punished body lay across his desk like some twisted centerpiece, there for his visual pleasure as he went about his mundane business. He would occasionally glance up to brush his hungry gaze across her body, or reach out to pinch here or slap there before returning his attention to the work at hand.
; The respite gave her time to collect her thoughts, and time for the drugs to begin to work themselves out of her system, leaving her thinking more clearly. It also allowed her to listen in as Jake changed between Jekyll and Hyde, one call schmoozing potential customers, and the next threatening out-of-control employees or vendors. And throughout it all, she would catch him grasping his still erect penis in his left hand, absentmindedly nursing his hard-on as if it were his favorite toy.
She had a front row seat as he recorded notes from several of his calls into a leather-bound journal, and the accountant in her began to get curious about what kind of businesses Jake Davenport ran and what exactly he was asking her to do for him. She would never return to this house again, at least not voluntarily, but as she lay there, she began to hatch a plan of revenge.
She didn't get far in her plan when Jake stood, moving to her right wrist and unlocking her from her restraint. When he didn't continue to her other limbs, she glanced up to see him holding some papers and a pen. He laid the paper on the desk, placed the pen in her hand, and stepped back.
When she hesitated, he prodded her. "Sign the contract, Hannah."
She clearly had a death wish because she didn't bother to contain her chuckle. "You've lost your mind if you think I'm going to work for you, Jake. I want no part of ever coming back here. You've had your fun, now let me go and take me to my car."
She saw fury in his eyes, but for the briefest of seconds, she caught a glimpse of that sick excitement he'd had when he was belting her. Perhaps she should have waited until she was free before she got sassy.
He crossed his muscular arms across his chest as he waited. He looked frighteningly ridiculous with his hard cock jutting out from his otherwise clothed body, waiting for her to crumble. It didn't take long. All he had to do was pick up his belt and she whimpered. She decided to stall.
"Why do you want me to work for you? I have no experience," she tried.
"All the better for me to train you."
"I still have to work at the florist. They need me."
"What you do during the day is irrelevant. You'll work for me in the evenings and at night."
"This is far for me to drive. My car is old."
"I'll buy you a new car. It's part of your hiring package. A car. A ten-thousand-dollar bonus and two grand a week under the table, tax free."
Her head was pounding. Damn him for hitting her where she was vulnerable.
"Come on, Hannah. I know you have $197.13 in your checking account. Rent is due next week. Working for me will mean you'll never have to worry about money again."
Of course, he knew what she had in her bank account. He could relieve her poverty, but at what cost? The price was too high. Still, she saw the rigid set of his jaw and suspected he would keep her there as long as it took for her to agree to his terms. Jake Davenport was not used to hearing the word no.
"Let me think about it."
"No. Now. Here. Tonight. Sign, and we'll get you get started."
"You want me to work tonight?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course. I told you, I've been without an accountant for a few weeks. I need to get caught up before Thursday night."
She could tell he was getting annoyed with her questions, but she couldn't help but want to distract him in any way she could to keep him from picking up his belt again, or deciding it was time to stick that pole of his into her next hole.
"What happens Thursday night?" she asked.
"Enough with the fucking fifty questions. Thursday is a big night for my business and that's all you need to know. Now, I can see you're in need of some additional persuasion." He turned to walk across the room, behind her where she couldn't see. She could hear him moving objects around but had no idea what he was doing until he returned to her side, sporting a vicious-looking wooden paddle with three holes down the middle.
Hannah moved her free right hand back to instinctively cover her ass, feeling the warmth still emanating from her already punished flesh. The smile that didn't quite reach his eyes was back.
"We'll do these in sets of six. You'll take six before I give you a chance to sign. You pass, you'll get six more. And so on."
She'd been a fool. "Okay, okay... I'll sign." She reached up for the pen, but he looped the cuff around her wrist instead, resecuring her.
"I'm glad to hear it. You'll sign after you take six of the best."
The thud of the heavy paddle made the belt feel like cotton balls. Never in her life had Hannah experienced such pain as when that wood struck her tenderized ass. The coverage area was huge, and the holes allowed for less resistance in his swing. She couldn't take more. She was sure of it. Surely women have died from the paddle? That was the last thought she had before his second swing connected across both her cheeks, overlapping the last stroke enough to make her wish she could die. The pain after that swing was so intense she found herself turning internal, praying for the strength to escape this asshole and his house of horror.
It was over relatively fast, all things considered. He set the paddle down on the desk and reached to unlock her right hand, and this time when he placed the pen in her hand, her trembling made it hard to hold onto it. The paper was shoved in front of her and she scribbled her name. She told herself it didn't matter what it said, it wouldn't hold up in a court of law. All she cared about was ending the hellish torture, and if that meant signing a piece of paper, then sign it she would.
After he had released her limbs, Jake assisted her to her feet, holding her up when her legs threatened to buckle under her. With a gentleness that seemed out of place, he led her slowly the few feet to the desk he'd indicated would be hers. Only when she was around the desk did she see the next surprise he had waiting for her.
Instead of an executive chair, a sturdy stool waited. That in and of itself wasn't unusual. The six-inch long, two-inch diameter dildo protruding from the stool, however, was unique. Her eyes sought answers and Jake had the audacity to grin. "All of my office employees have the same seating arrangement. You're a good girl, so you're gonna learn to love this stool. Be a bad girl and, well, let's just say I can make you absolutely hate this stool. Hop on."
"You can't be serious."
"It's time you learned I'm always serious. You have ten seconds to hop on or I'll swap out the attachment for something you will like less."
Hannah wanted no part of finding out what that might be. Considering she'd been horny as hell when the drugs were raging through her body, she figured taking the fat phallic symbol deep might qualify as a win-win. She moved quickly to straddle the thick toy, pressing the head of the fake cock to the wet entrance to her pussy. With a loud groan, she let gravity impale her—quite literally. She felt full, but not uncomfortable, until Jake reached under the desk above her legs and came out holding two leather straps in his hands. He made quick work of wrapping the first leather tightly around the base of her curvy right breast, tightening the buckle until her boob stuck out proudly and began to turn a bit blue, as circulation had been cut off. He moved to her left breast to repeat, finally stepping back to enjoy the sight of her in bondage.
"This will be your normal working condition. You will ask for permission to use the restroom. If you are naughty, you will have clamps biting into your tits, too. Also, if you are naughty, you'll have a thicker and longer attachment, and it will get shoved up your ass instead of your cunt. Am I making myself clear?"
She knew the right answer. "Yes, Sir."
"Very good. Now, let’s get started, shall we?"
They spent the next hour with Jake explaining the coding system in the ledger. He was going to extraordinary measures to keep the confidentiality of his clients private, which only piqued her interest more. She knew it had to be something illegal, but was he into drugs? Arms? Sex? All of the above?
She didn't know for sure, but she knew the answers she sought were in that book.
When he was satisfied she knew the system, he watched her transfer data from th
e ledger to the laptop that only he had a login for. Eventually he stalked back to his own desk and made some calls. The work was routine and didn't require a lot of mental effort on her part, which left entirely too much time for her to worry about how she would ever escape a man like Jake Davenport. How had she gotten herself into this impossible situation and, more importantly, how could she get herself out?
By the time he came back to check on her an hour later, she had lost all feeling in her breasts and the toy thrust into her pussy was stretching her uncomfortably. Once he had freed her breasts, blood returned slowly, filling her with painful pinprick sensations.
They'd worked in silence, so she was unprepared for violent Jake to return. He yanked her to her feet, only to lay her out on her stomach across her desk. The edges of the leather-bound journal cut into her stomach. Bile rose up in her throat as she realized she was about to be raped by Jake Davenport. In his sick mind, she'd probably given him permission to fuck her whenever he wanted just because he'd coerced her signature on some meaningless piece of paper.
He was inside her in one violet thrust and she was grateful the toy had stretched her, because Jake's cock was both longer and thicker. It hurt each time he bottomed out deep inside her as he slammed into her like the madman he was. He'd had the self-control to nurse his hard-on for over two hours, waiting until his work was done before allowing himself some relief. Her whimpers of pain seemed to only spur him on harder.
The man was a machine; the kind of machine that could piston on and on without a break. Without a change in position. Without a lick of tenderness. This was raw sex, plain and simple; and while her brain hated it, her body once again began to betray her when he changed his angle of entry slightly so he could pound against her g-spot deep inside. It pushed her into her own orgasm and she could feel the contractions of Jake's cock as he deposited cum inside her.
