After Hours ~~ Raine and Isenhart

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

August twenty-second, two-thousand and one: The MediCorp medical research center in the heart of Baltimore, Maryland, was nearing completion and the MediCorp Institution began hiring the necessary staff for the facilities. The newly-opening institute was a godsend to the city, which had suffered greatly from the market crashes in the United States. Baltimore already had a high unemployment rate at the time, and with thousands having lost their jobs in the previous months, this new fifteen-story building promised to bring a large number of jobs to the city. Those of low education could find jobs there as maintenance personnel, janitors, and standard office workers. More educated job-seekers might find themselves being offered positions in the research departments of the facility.

One such individual who had benefited from the opening of this new MediCorp institution was Jessica Fern, a young brunette woman of twenty who had finished high school two years prior. She had never attended college, nor had she ever held a job before. Her resume was far from impressive, but the professionalism that she had displayed in her interview netted her a job as the receptionist on the main floor of the MediCorp center. Things were looking up!

September fourteenth, two-thousand and fourteen: MediCorp had grown substantially. Jessica Fern, now thirty-three, still worked in the building, but not as a receptionist. She was now the personal secretary of the MediCorp president, Ashton Winchester. Over the past thirteen years, Miss Fern had worked hard and had climbed the ladder to attain one of the most well-paying positions that someone without any college could hope to achieve in MediCorp.

Of course, working that hard meant that Jessica was practically married to her job. Jessica bent over backwards to please Mr. Winchester. She worked late hours upon request. It wasn't uncommon for her to work through the night if Ashton Winchester told her that her experience and expertise was needed for some last-minute or urgent project. Jessica's job was her life and she seemed quite content with that; repressed, perhaps, but content.

From the outside looking in, it would have appeared that Jessica was a professional prude who never left the office. That could not have been further from the truth.

Three years ago, one of the younger girls in the office had talked Jessica into joining one of those online dating websites. That is where she met a young man whom she had never met offline. She didn't even know what he looked like. All that she knew is that she was head-over heels for her mystery master. Jessica had always been in tough with the more kinky side of her sexuality and she wasn't afraid to share it with her young mystery 'lover'. She told him of her deepest and darkest fantasies; fantasies that she could never find a man who was 'man enough' to fulfill. That is why, despite her killer looks, she had been single sine she had left high school.

Jessica wanted a man that knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. She wanted to be bound and used, to be 'forced' and degraded. Jessica did not want a lover. Jessica wanted a master and this young man was more than happy to give her that fantasy from the safety of their text-based fantasy life. Their 'relationship' wasn't perfect, as Jessica had never even met this man, but she was still happy in how her life was. That was all that counted, right?

What Jessica did not know was that her mystery online lover was much closer than she knew. Logan Winchester, Ashton's twenty-five year old son and the head of MediCorp's security personnel, had recognized Jessica's profile picture while surfing a dating site three years ago. He had messaged her, without telling her who he was, of course, and had sparked quite the relationship with her. He was growing tired of their playtime only being online, however. He wanted more. He wanted her.

Last week, he hatched a plan. Knowing that Jessica did everything that his father asked of her, he forged a note from his father and sat it on her desk this morning before she came in. The note stated that Ashton would be leaving for a business trip today and that he would not be returning for a week. This was completely true. What was not true, however, was the part that instructed Jessica to say late that night so that she could finish a report that he would need faxed to his hotel once it was completed.

The report would take several hours to finish and with her other duties still in effect, there was no way that Jessica would be able to start working on it until she would normally have to leave. As luck would have it, that happened to be the time that the MediCorp facility shut down for the night. The letter went on to state that Jessica's presence after-hours had already been cleared with the security personnel and that they would not bother her doing her work. Logan was the only guard scheduled to work that night.

That night, Logan would have Jessica to himself. They would be alone in the office and Jessica would be none the wiser of what was waiting for her once the other security guards left for the night and shut the facility down.

It was the perfect plan and to sweeten the pot, the clock had just struck five. It was time for everyone except Jessica and Logan to leave.

 

[Raine]

Jessica smiled politely to a few of the other workers that left the office. She had gone to the break room at five to get herself a cup of coffee. She was going to be here for a few more hours and would need a bit of a pick-me-up. She was just putting sugar in the mug when she heard the last of the other office workers call out to her and close the door. She smiled as she walked back through the desks and cubicles of the office her round hips swaying in her short, but still professional, skirt. She even undid the scarf at her neck.

She liked to work after hours. It was not something she liked every night. She had a relationship to keep up at night, after all. She did like having the office to herself. The quiet and the dimmed lights were a nice change of pace from the busy and bright office that she saw all day. She was smiling cheerfully as she made her way to her desk, sipping at her cup of coffee before setting it down on the desk. She only wished that she dared bring up the dating site here at work, but she did not dare. Not even when Mr. Winchester was out for a week. She would just have to work quickly. She was sure that Master had something thrilling planned for her this evening and she could not wait to read it.

She sat down at the desk crossing her long and shapely legs and sliding up to the desk so that her breasts nearly rested on its surface. The documents she needed to work on were quickly pulled out and spread on the desk and her computer opened back up to pull the information needed for the fax. She even turned the phone setting so that the hold music, a nice soft rock mix, was playing lightly from the corner of her desk as her experienced hands got to work.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

While Jessica was preparing for a long night of what she believed would be simple and uneventful paperwork, Logan was preparing for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. In the security office, fourteen floors below where Jessica was working, the young security guard had begun to set the stage for tonight's little show. What a grand show it would be, too, Logan thought to himself as he prepared. Jessica was beyond simply being attractive. She was the kind of woman that could brush up against you in a crowded subway and instantly put deviant thoughts to your mind and a tent to your pants. She knew it, too, but she didn't flaunt it. She always conducted herself in a professional and lady-like manner; outside of their secret online affair, of course.

Jessica might have been a proper lady to the rest of the world, but Logan knew her darkest desires. Hidden beneath that professional exterior was a woman that could make a porn star blush with shame, and she was all Logan's.

He opened the control panel to the building's surveillance cameras and pulled one simple wire from the circuit board. In an instant, the security cameras all went black for a split second before turning to rolling static. Without the cameras, Jessica and Logan would truly be alone. There would be no video evidence of what was about to happen. It was a shame, really. A souvenir of tonight would have been quite enjoyable, but that held too much risk.

Logan then exited the security office and made his way back to the men's locker room. He had brought a rucksack with him today, supplies for tonight which had been stored in his locker. There was a change of clothes - something that allowed for easier movement and removal than his security uniform, a black ski mask, several lengths of silk rope, a silk blindfold, a rubber ball gag, two pairs of handcuffs, a roll of duct tape, a small bottle of clear liquid and a clean rag, and last but not least, a change of clothes for Jessica just in case Logan got a little carried away. He could not have his loving pet walking out of the office without a shirt, should Logan tear it to shreds in the excitement of the night.

Quickly, Logan changed his clothes. His black leather boots were exchanged for simple black running shoes. His navy blue khaki pants were discarded and replaced with black jogging pants. His button-up security jacket was replaced by a plain black tee-shirt, and his signature 'Chief of Security' hat was tossed unceremoniously inside of his locker so that he could slip the ski mask down over his face. He looked like some half-assed attempt at a burglar Halloween costume, but that was fine with him. Logan did not want to be recognized; not yet, at least. Perhaps some day he would reveal himself to his loving pet, but for now, Logan wanted to keep that air of mystery between them.

There was only one thing left to do now that Logan had changed his clothes and retrieved his rucksack. The young security chief padded his way over to the elevator that would exit the farthest away from where Jessica worked. Fourteen floors above, where Jessica was diligently working, she would never hear this particular elevator arrive on the floor, even if she had not been listening to music. It was in the opposite corner of the building from her and MediCorp was not a small facility.

Once on the fifteenth floor, Logan made his way around the corner from this elevator to where the electrical breaker for this floor was situated. With the flip of a single switch, the entire floor was thrown into darkness. Jessica's radio would still work. Logan had not killed the power; only the lights. Sure, there was still some daylight left outside, but the thick and heavy curtains that eclipsed every window in the building saw to fixing that.

Jessica was now alone in the office with no lighting. Well, she thought that she was alone, at least.

 

[Raine]

Jessica twirled the pen in her long delicate fingers. Her nails were polished to a sheen and coated to give them a healthy shine, but she did not use colored polish. She maintained a very professional but mundane wardrobe. This was all she needed. She was a bit old for brightly colored polish and she was a career woman. There was little of interest about her to the average person, other than her looks. The looks were nothing to ignore though. She filled in a few more blocks of the form as her long shapely legs shifted position the right leg now crossed over the left. Her black heels bouncing lightly with the beat of the music.

She never let her relationship online interfere with work. She was far too professional for that. She was no longer distracted by thoughts of online fun later that evening. She would likely go to bed after leaving anyway since she needed to make sure this fax was sent first thing in the morning. Her focus on the paperwork was only broken when the lights went out. She did not panic. In fact she simply picked up her phone and called the security station extension. There was no answer. She set the phone down with a small sigh. She suspected that the security guard on duty had forgotten which floor she was working on or had simply hit the wrong switch. If he came by to check on the light of the computer she could just remind him that she was authorized to be here tonight.

The dim light did mean that she had to move the paperwork a bit closer to the computer screen for light. She had to scoot her chair closer to the computer as well. This put her back to the doorway. Her focus on her tasks had always been a strong point and a reason she had moved up in the company. When things went wrong she still got the job done. The building could be intimidating in the dark, but she was not the sort of woman to be easily scared. She simply continued to work. At least she still had music.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

Once the lights were out, Logan shut the electrical panel and started to make his way toward the office where he knew that Jessica Fern would be working like the diligent career woman that he knew that she was. Perhaps, if she knew that her master was coming for her, she might have been upset that he would dare interrupt her at work for the pleasures of the flesh. Of course, the news that the entire scene had been staged just for her might have quelled that anger, but Jessica knew neither of these things. She believed that her note had genuinely been from her boss and as far as she knew, Logan could have lived in another country. What a wonderful set of surprises she was about to receive...

Logan's footsteps slowed as he neared the office. His movements became soft and deliberate to make as little noise as possible. Inch by inch, Logan crept closer to the open doorway where he could not see Jessica sitting. She was hunched over on the desk, trying to use the dim light from her laptop to see her paperwork. The sight brought a playful smile to Logan's lips; such a good little girl, she was. Nothing would keep her from her duties. Nothing except for what was about to happen, that was.

The dark-clad security guard slipped into the door and advanced on his prey. He used the music to mask what little noise that he was making and contemplated on what to do next. He could pull the chloroform from his bag and render Jessica helpless in a matter of seconds. She wold slip into a drug-induced sleep while Logan readied her for the night to come. he could bind her and strip her with no objection whatsoever. The other option was to simply grab the woman and fight her into submission. Logan had not concern that Jessica might be able to fight him off and run. She was a business woman. Even with as fit as her body looked, the chances that she could fight Logan off of her and make a run for it was pretty null.

When Logan was finally standing right behind Jessica, he had decided to take her by force. Carefully, he sat his bag down and it made no noise thanks to the change of clothes that were sitting on the bottom - the clothes that Jessica would most likely need if there was going to be a struggle. His hands now free, Logan reached out with his right hand to grab a handful of Jessica's long beautiful hair. Not a moment later, he jerked the woman's head backward and pulled upward as though silently telling her to get to her feet.

Despite the silent command, Logan did not say a word. He was silent as he pulled Jessica's hair with a sadistic sense of enjoyment. She was finally going to be his and only his.

 

[Raine]

Jessica was completely unaware of the events until she felt the hand grip her hair. She let out a small scream from the surprising pain. There was upward pull that she could feel down to her roots. It was painful to do anything but stand. She did so but her body reacted frantically. Her hands went up to grip the wrist of the assailant even as she tried to twist around to get a look at them.

Her heart fluttered with panic and her breath was heaving under her large round breasts. Who was this and why were they here attacking her in her own office? Was this why the lights went out? Where was security? She needed to fight him off so she could call security. Her mind raced as her beautiful body twisted under his grip. She also tried to kick back at him with her heel. All of her moves were from the panic not from any defense training or particular physical skill.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

A wicked chuckle escaped Logan's lips when Jessica began to squirm in his grip and fight back. She had no chance of fighting him off of her like that, which was a good thing, to be fair. If she knew who it was that had their hand in her hair, she probably wouldn't be struggling anyway. She would probably welcome the chance to fuck her online master if she knew that it was him, and he would tell her who he was by the end of the night. First, however, Logan wanted to take her while she had some fight in her.

"That's it," Logan growled in a low and playful voice as he pulled Jessica's smaller body back against his. Standing at six feet and two inches tall, the secretary's young admirer was quite a bit taller than she was and it made controlling her movements all the easier. Since Logan's right hand was locked in the woman's long, dark brown locks, the young man's left hand reached to wrap around the woman's waist and pull her back tight against his form. The tent that he was already sporting in his sweatpants pressed firmly against Jessica's shapely ass when he did so. This, of course, only egged the young man on and caused him to press even harder against his captive's firm rump.

"Don't lie to yourself," Logan growled again in a soft tone directly into Jessica's ear. "I watch you in this officer every day, flaunting your body around here like it's a damn trophy to be won, but turning down every guy that asks you out for something as simple as coffee. I bet you've just been waiting for something like this to happen. You've been waiting for someone to get fed up with your teasing and just take you. You wanted this t happen, didn't you? That's why yo stay late all of the time, isn't it? Hoping that someone will have the balls to come back in here and put you in your place? Well get ready, Miss Fern, because we have a long night ahead of us."

Logan made sure that his intent was quite clear. He was not some petty thief who had come to steal from a poor secretary. He was hear to fuck her through the night, whether she liked it or not. She was going to get her ultimate fantasy from the only man that knew about it and she didn't even know it. There was a certain poetic beauty to Jessica's situation, but it would be lost on her until she found out who this man was, of course.

 

[Raine]

Jessica could feel that her struggles were having no effect on her assailant. Even her panicked twisting to turn toward him was thwarted by that powerful arm wrapped inescapably around her waist. Her hands were still wrapped around his wrist trying to keep him from pulling her hair even harder but she let go to try to pry his arm from around her. There was something pressing into her behind that caused her to gasp and her hips to squirm away. She knew what that must be and her shapely rear was frantic to not feel the press of it that way.

His voice interrupted her panic and she froze for a moment as she listened to his commanding and derisive tone. Her breath caught as she whimpered slightly. Her body? She flaunted it? But she was professional. She never flaunted. Everything she wore was demure and appropriate for her age and position. What was he talking about? His words felt like they ran down her neck as a shiver ran down the length of her.

The initial panic was being pushed away by his words and replaced by something horrifying. She felt a catch in her whimper that had a very different sound. Her fantasies. She felt a blush rising to her skin as she felt that bulge press into her behind no matter how she squirmed to avoid it. He was going to do things to her. Things she had dreamed of being done. She should scream she should fight even harder, so why was she feeling that heat of arousal as she realized that she could not break free and she knew what was going to happen.

"Stop, please don't..." She tried to say the words but they sounded off to her. Unconvincing. She did not stop squirming but now there was a slight anticipation. What was he going to do to her?

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

The lack of conviction in Jessica's voice was not lost on her assailant. It was quite clear that her voice had suddenly gone meek and that she was heavily conflicted with her current situation. Of course she didn't actually want to be raped. What woman truly wanted something like that to happen to her. Still, there were those dark secrets that she and Logan shared in anonymity from behind their computers. Even if Jessica's conscious mind registered what was happening to her as a terrible attack on her person, her subconscious mind, as well as her body, would react according to those twisted, deviant dreams. How long could Jessica deny that? That was the question.

"You do not sound very sure of yourself," Logan whispered into Jessica's ear. As he did so, the hand that had been in the woman's dark brown hair released its hold and slid playfully down to her neck, dragging a lone finger down the woman's cheek as it moved. Once at Jessica's neck, Logan slowly clamped his hand down around her throat. Very little pressure was applied to the grip; just enough to keep the woman from shaking his hand off. Still, the threat was there. He could easily strangle her if he so chose and he was in a perfect situation to do so. No one would hear her scream and he had already proven that Jessica could not free herself from this position. She just didn't have the room or the reach to fight back while being held like this.

"It does not sound like you actually want me to stop. It sounds like you want me to keep going," Logan continued to tease. As he did so, he took a few short steps forward past Jessica's chair. When the two of them reached the desk, Logan began to lean forward, using his body weight to slowly bend his victim over top of her desk until she was pinned beneath Logan's strong body and the hard wooden top of her work desk.

The bulge in Logan's pants pressed even harder against Jessica in this position. It nestled into the valley of her shapely rump and to ensure that she was aware of this, Logan slowly and forcefully began to grind his hips against the innocent secretary's backside.

 

[Raine]

"Never! I didn't ask for this! I'll call security!" She struggled against him causing her curves to rub over the bulge in his pants.

He had noticed that she was not sure of herself. A lump built in her throat. Could he tell how her body wanted to react? No. This wasn't happening! She couldn't be turned on by this. He was going to rape her. He might even kill her! Why was her body reacting and why was her heart racing this way. Not only from panic, but also from that part of her that knew one of her fantasies was coming alive. Not this way! Her mind screamed. You shouldn't want this!

Her skin tingled as he ran his finger down her cheek and throat. Her eyes widened as he gripped her firmly but not painfully. Any thoughts of screaming for help were gone. Not that anyone would have heard it if the security man was still in his office. There was no escape from his grasp when he held her life in his hands this way. There was that thrill of adrenaline again. Her body was completely in his hands too. He could do what he wanted with her. What was a 33 year old secretary to do against this powerful man?

She tried to stop him from moving her forward but he did not even seem to notice the effort she put into trying to drag her feet on the ground. He simply pinned her down beneath him. Her large breasts were pressed into the desk and his weight made her let out a moan. She blushed at the sound. Her body was just not reacting as she wanted it to. She tried to squirm out from under him but his grip was like iron she felt that bulge again pressing into her backside. It only made her squirm more the valley of her well-rounded behind rubbing the bulge inadvertently before he began to grind his hips against her. She let out a small cry.

"Stop! Let me go!"

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

"I'll let you go when I am finished with you," the man whispered into Jessica's ear. Okay, maybe it wasn't much. Maybe it did not help her situation and maybe it didn't mean that this man was going to stop or that he had changed his mind about what he was about to do. At least it sounded like he was going to let her go; right? If he was going to let her go when he was 'finished with her', then he wasn't going to kill her; right? It wasn't much, but it was something. Logan would give her that much of a relief.

"You belong to me now, Jessica. At long last, you belong to me. I will use your body and satisfy the lust that I have had for you for so many years. Tomorrow night, I will do so again, and the next night, and the next. You won't be able to run from me. Of course, we both know that you won't want to. You will want to be used like this. You have always wanted to be used like this. Who would have thought that professional, prudish Jessica Fern was such a willing slut."

Logan's voice was soft and playful as he whispered to Jessica; his lips no more than an inch from her ear. His hot breath crashed against the supple skin of her neck. Her neck... It was free now. His hand was gone. When had that happened? Where had it gone? The answer to that question would become all too obvious when Jessica's skirt began to rise. He was pulling her skirt up over her thighs! She could struggle all that she wanted, but Logan would have been far too heavy for her to slide out from beneath him. Even if she could, his other arm was still wrapped around her midriff. Slowly, almost painfully so, Jessica's skirt was brought upward until it was wrapped around her hips and her undergarments were revealed to the dark room. Perhaps it was a good thing, now, that this man was on top of her. He wouldn't be able to see what she had been wearing underneath! Whatever tiny shred of victory that thought might have ushered would have been shattered moments later.

Once Jessica's skirt was p over her hip, Logan's hand had vanished again. This time, it did not return to Jessica's body. It did not return because Logan was working his own sweat pants downward. Within moments, the black cloth was on the floor and Logan's bare cock was resting against Jessica's ass with only her underwear between them. Jessica might not have been able to see the erect member, but she might have been able to feel that it was quite large as it lay against her body.

 

[Raine]

Jessica did not know what to make of his words. Her fear was easing but not by much. She had no idea what he meant. How did he seem to know so much about her? Why would he think she wanted this? Why was he raping her here in her dark office? He had been watching her and waiting for this moment. So many questions raced through her mind. But she settled on the most important one.

"Who are you?" She asked her breath ragged from her racing heart and the way he was pinning her.

Even if he had answered it would not have been important at that point. He was removing her skirt. She squirmed unable to scream from his weight but she let out a whimper. Or had that been a moan. No. It couldn't have been. She did not want this? Her body was telling a different story as each moment of anticipation when she could not tell where his hands would be next, was driving her crazy. She felt adrenaline coursing through her and the rush made her feel even more entranced by his words.

"Every night?" She asked quietly not even sure if he could hear her. The words were both thrilling and terrifying. He would come back. He was going to do this to her again. Why was she not more horrified. He had to know that she could call the police and security when he released her. She would be safe if he let her go tonight. But he sounded so sure and even playful as he assured her he would come again?

All of these thoughts were drowned out by a new amount of panic as she heard the rustle of cloth and then felt something against her. She squirmed her large breasts feeling sore from her attempts to get free. His manhood was there and no longer hidden behind cloth. Only her underwear protected her and she had no ability to keep it on. She fought to get her hands down grabbing at the front of her underwear fearing he would tear them off of her. He was large. Intimidatingly large.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

"Every night," Logan echoed Jessica's question as a matter-of-fact statement. He ignored her first question, as well as her struggling and attempts to protect her panties from her assailant. Neither of them mattered. Jessica would not know Logan's identity until he was ready for her to know and he already had a plan to stop her struggling. Jessica might even like how he was going to handle her thrashing and physical resistance.

Now that Jessica's skirt was up above her hips and Logan's manhood was in the open, the young man's hand returned to the brunette woman's throat. This time, however, he did squeeze. It was a gentle pressure; one that would not stop the woman from being able to draw breathe, but would convey the message that he was quite serious. The pressure on her windpipe might not have completely stopped her from breathing, but it did make her have to take longer and deeper breaths.

"Now, now," Logan taunted the woman. "If you don't stop fussing then you're going to make me have to get rough. Why don't you be a good girl and pull your panties to the side for me? We both know that you want nothing more than to feel my inside of you so why don't you just stop all of this nonsense. Let me in, Jessica. All that you have to do is shift your panties for me and I can slide myself into that tight cunt. How long has it been since you've been with a man, Jessica? How long has it been since you have had the satisfaction of a thick cock being buried into your hot core? Just pull your panties to the side and you can feel it here and now. Let me in, Jessica."

With every word, Logan's breath crashed against Jessica's neck. Every time that he paused to take a breath, he took a deep breath to smell her hair. It was clear that whoever this man was, he was relishing in this. He was enjoying every second of what he was doing and it was clear that he was going to continue to enjoy every second until he was 'finished with her'. He seemed obsessed with her. What would he do if she did not comply?

 

[Raine]

He did intend to come every night. How could he be so confident in that? His hand returned to her throat and she felt a catch in her breath. He could hurt her so easily if she did not comply with him but she couldn't do that. She couldn't just give herself to him like this. She couldn't admit the thrill that he was giving her. She realized to her dismay that the feeling of him against her behind was beginning to arouse her. She could feel the first bit of slickness and it caused her to squirm harder for a moment. She couldn't let him know.

His hand on her throat was so strong. He was going to be rough if she didn't listen. She felt another thrill. Did she want him to be rough? Rough like the online relationship? Yes that was what she wanted but not him, Right? Her body did not seem to care who it was. His dirty talk and the thought of giving him access to her caused her to breath heavily for a moment. His grip did not increase but she had to take a couple of deep long breaths to remain calm. Her breasts were squished even more by the effort and she could tell from the sensation that her nipples must be getting hard.

She could hear him smelling her hair. She could tell how badly he wanted her from his voice and from his touch. She marveled at the thought that he had wanted her like this. It had been a long time. She was a career woman. She didn't have time for relationships. But it did not stop her from hesitantly putting her finger between her legs and finding the edge of her panties. She could indeed feel the start of arousal there between her thighs. She had difficulty as she tried to spread her legs slightly to make it easier. She hesitated her hands shaking on the edge of her panties as she was torn trying to decide if she could do what he asked.

"Please don't make me do this." She said still not feeling the conviction in her voice.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

For a moment, Logan considered Jessica's plea. If he thought that he could have gotten anything out of his bag without Jessica getting away from him then he would not have made her do this. If he thought for a second that he could get his restraints from his bag and render the beautiful secretary completely immobile then he would take his time and relish in the opportunity to play with her body before he took her. He suddenly found himself regretting his decision not to chloroform his lovely little slave but it was too late for such things now. This was the choice that he had made. There would be time for other pursuits later that night and the many nights that were to come.

In response to Jessica's plea, Logan's hand tightened around the woman's neck; just enough to force her to take even deeper and longer breaths. Though she could still breathe, she might not be so lucky if Logan tightened his hold any further. His point had been made. He was serious about what he intended to do and he expected Jessica to comply. Would he really hurt her if she did not? He certainly had the ability to do so if he chose.

"You will do as I say," Logan's voice returned to the aggressive growl that it had been when he had first grabbed Jessica. "You will do as I say or I will make sure that you do not enjoy this night! You will do anything and everything that I tell you to do, or I will drag you from this place and lock you away. You will not see the light of day again until you have been reduced to nothing more than an obedient little cock slut - loyal to your master and unable to live without my physical affections."

"Pull your panties out of my way, bitch! Grant me access to your tender folds. You will willingly allow me to have my way with you or I will force my way in. If I have to do that then you will regret it."

That word... willingly. How was any of this willing? Was that some kind of sick joke? How could Jessica willingly offer herself to this man if he was forcing her to make that offering? Regardless of what it was supposed to mean, this man was serious. Regardless of what kind of sick symbolism this 'willing' act was supposed to hold, it seemed as though Jessica would regret it if she did not do as this masked rapist said.

 

[Raine]

Jessica breathed in deep even breaths. Panic was filling her as his grip tightened. He was serious. She was helpless and he was going to hurt her if she did not comply. His voice in her ear made her shudder. She did not want to be taken anywhere. She could not even imagine what he could do to her if he took her away. She would have to do as he said. He was going to make her do this for him. She swallowed with great difficulty.

This was not willing. She kept telling herself that she was not willingly giving in. He was forcing his way with her. He was so strong, so powerful. He had her under his control and she had to do as he asked.

Her hand was shaking as she tucked her finger under the edge of her panties. The soft black cloth moved out of the way as she slowly tugged. It was hard with her body pinned but she kept working at the fabric, feeling his large manhood against her. She shivered as she finally revealed those pink female folds that were slightly moist to her embarrassment. She could feel the air against her sensitive female skin. It made her hips squirm slightly under his weight due to the discomfort. She blushed wildly and was glad that the way he held her would prevent him from seeing it. She couldn't speak as she tried desperately to keep her breathing even.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

"That's a good girl," Logan whispered words of sadistic praise as Jessica did as she was told. Anticipation swelled in the young man, knowing well what was to come. He would finally take this woman and make her his. He was about to claim one of the most beautiful women that he had ever laid eyes on, while fulfilling both of their wildest fantasies; to force and to be forced into depraved acts of sexual deviance. There was just one last twisted command that Logan had for his lovely new slave.

Carefully, Logan shifted his body atop Jessica on the desk. He was careful to keep most of is weight on the embarrassed secretary so that she could not make a struggle for freedom, not that she could with his hand on her throat anyway. The arm that had been wrapped around Jessica's middle was removed and used to support the woman's assailant as he slid his body down until his cock was very near to her shaven womanhood. It took him only seconds to get into position, but the young man did not make his move. He could have rolled his hips forward and found his target rather easily, but he did not. Instead, he spoke again, giving Jessica one final sadistic command.

"Now take your free hand, reach down between your legs, wrap those little fingers around my cock, and guide me into your tight little body," the young man whispered once again. "Try anything funny while you are down there you will regret it. Attack me and you will regret it. Try to escape, and you will regret it. Just take your hand and guide me to where we both know that you want me. Show me the dirty bitch that we both know that you are! Slide me into your eager folds."

As if the situation at hand couldn't have gotten any worse, it seemed as tough this man was going to make Jessica participate in her own rape. It might have been embarrassing in that moment, but they would both enjoy what was to come. Even if one of them would not admit it, they would both enjoy it. Jessica had been telling Logan for so long how she had fantasized about things like this. Even if she rejected him now, she would look back on this fondly once she learned who it was on top of her.

 

[Raine]

She whimpered lightly as he praised her. She was happy that he had praised her but it bothered her as well. She shuddered waiting for what he would inevitably do next. She had so many fantasies and had seen a moment just like this in her mind so many times. She had played out this entire scenario with her online master. Why did she have to get aroused now when her life was in danger?

He did not immediately take her. In fact, she felt him shift his weight. She immediately began to struggle to pull free of his grasp but he had enough weight on her to make little difference in her attempts. His hand on her throat was a constant reminder of the threat of this strong man. He could hurt her so easily. She gasped when she felt the tip of his swollen manhood against her hand that still held her panties to to the side for him. She waited again for him to do what he intended.

His words made her beautiful eyes widen and her pulse beat even faster. He wanted her to take him in her hands and put him inside her? It was bad enough that he was going to rape her like this and that she had to hold her panties to the side to allow him in but now he wanted her to guide him? His threats sounded very real. If she did not comply, if she did anything to harm him then he would do something even worse. Part of her thrilled to find out what that would be and she had to remind herself of his previous threat. He would take her away and not let her go. She would be his sex slave.

The request was already making her more wet. Her body was responding to this just like it always did when she played out her fantasies with her master. This man was going to rape her and she was aroused by the thought of it. She took a deep breath from the strong grip on her throat and moved her hand shakily to that fleshy part of him that was already between her legs. Her hand on her panties could feel that he was right. Her folds were eager for this man's length to be thrust inside of her.

She gripped him gently. He was very large. It worried her a bit. She had never had any man that big inside of her. Her hands continued to shake as she pulled him gently toward her wet sex. She was breathing heavily as she felt his tip against her folds. She paused there a moment having trouble convincing erself to help him any farther into her. She steeled herself and pulled him feeling his massive tip begin to stretch her wet opening that had been so long without use. She gasped from the feeling of pain and pleasure and blushed brightly from the embarrassment.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

A wicked grin painted itself across Logan's lips when he felt Jessica's fingers upon the shaft of his manhood. He could not believe that she was doing exactly as he had told her to. He could not believe that he was finally doing these kinds of things with his online slave. It was as if he was asleep and having the most wonderful dream that any man could have had, but it wasn't a dream; this was really happening. Logan was really here and Jessica was surrendering herself to his desires. The best part was that she truly had no idea who it was that was atop her. As far as Jessica knew, she was being raped by a complete stranger. She was living her darkest fantasy with a man who would never actually hurt her. Even if Jessica did not know it, she was safe in Logan's hands. Jessica was living her fantasy of being raped with a man who would never do her any harm and she was being allowed to have the thrill of danger that would not be there is she knew who this man was.

While Jessica attempted to guide Logan to her damp folds, he moved his hips to follow her gentle fingers. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips when the head of his throbbing member met with Jessica's shaven womanhood. The fact that she had clearly been wet was not lost on him, but he did not mention it. He couldn't have. The only thing that he could think about as he slid his length into her unused pussy was how tight that she was. How long had it really been since she had been with a man? If Logan did not know any better, he would have thought that Jessica was a virgin by how tight her body was around him. The secretary's delicate flower was like heaven around his large cock and Logan could not have been happier that she was all his.

Logan's movements were so slow and deliberate as he buried himself into Jessica that it had felt like forever when their hips finally met. He was still and silent for a moment after becoming fully sheathed within Jessica's body before his voice spoke out again. "Isn't this fun," he asked her. "Doesn't this feel good? Don't you want to do this with me every night? Don't you want a man to use you and abuse you like the filthy fucking girl that you are? You don't have to answer. I already know the answer."

His breath continued to crash hotly against Jessica's neck as he taunted her with the shameful truth. It wasn't until he was finished that he pulled his hips back. He moved so slow as he pulled his cock from Jessica's tight pussy; almost painfully so. When he was barely inside of her with only his head remaining in those tight folds, he then slammed himself back inside with a single swift and forceful motion. This was the rhythm that he began to fuck his new toy with.

Repeatedly, he moved outward with a terribly slow motion before returning to Jessica's hot core with a swift and forceful thrust. "Doesn't this feel good," he began to taunt her again. "You love this don't you? Being raped right here in your own office makes you wet doesn't it? You don't have to answer. I can feel your answer. Now why don't you do yourself a favor and surrender to your lust? Let yourself be that filthy slut that we both know that you are. Relish in it. Reach down and play with your clit while I fuck you."

 

[Raine]

She felt humiliated as she realized that she was enjoying this. She was wet and enjoying the fact that he was raping her. It was so much like her fantasies. She was terrified and it was clear by the way his hand was tight about her throat that he could be driven to violence. She could not miss his sigh as he began to press inside of her. He wanted her and now he was going to take her. She became even more slick in response to this thought.

He slid inside and she realized just how big he was. If she had not been so wet, then he would have had even greater difficulty sliding into her. As it was, he was filling her completely and it made her moan. The feeling of his large shaft inside of her was incredible. It had been so long. Years since she had somebody inside of her and he was filling her so perfectly. His breath was hot on her neck and she almost missed his words.

There was that threat again. He intended to do this again. He was going to come back and do this every night. That fear returned. What if taking her body was not enough. What if he really hurt her? She realized that her body wanted him to come back. Her body wanted this abuse. It wanted more abuse. She was filthy and he knew it. He knew how she was but how? Had he really been able to tell from watching her? Her thoughts were hazy again as he began to pull out of her with agonizing slowness. She moaned again at the feeling.

Then she cried out in pain, surprise and arousal. He had slammed back into her tight sex with great force. Even his warnings and his hand at her throat had made her unable to stifle it. He pulled out again slowly and jabbed himself back into her folds. She cried out again and began to squirm her rear in response. He could feel how aroused she was and he now wanted her to play with herself as he continued to slowly exit and slam back into her. She was lost in the feelings he was giving her and didn't even consider resisting his command. Her hand that had guided him now went to that sensitive nub and she began to play as much as she could while pinned against the desk.

 

[Isenhart De'Rathe]

Logan was now confident that Jessica had completely lost herself to her fantasy. Even if he released her neck and removed his weight from her body, he was confident that she would not resist or try to escape. He was sure that she would continue to do whatever he told her to do. He was sure that she would be a good little bitch and accept that she had been conquered; at least for this night. Logan was confident now that Jessica was his.

After several thrusts into Jessica's tight snatch, Logan buried himself deep into her core and the motion of his hips stopped. He simply stood there with every inch of his impressive manhood tucked away in Jessica's warm pussy, wet from the anticipation and embarrassment of her darkest fantasy. "I am going to take my hand off of your neck now," Logan whispered into Jessica's ear. "I want you to cry and scream for help. I want you to call out for a savior who will never come. I want you to beg for me to have mercy upon your dirty fucking soul. I want you to beg for me to stop. Don't worry that I will actually do it, because I won't. You're my bitch now; a hot little body for me to fuck when, where, and how I please."

Slowly, Logan removed his hand from Jessica's neck as his hips began to move again. This time, there was a more regular and smooth rhythm to his thrusts and retreats. It was almost like he was making love to Jessica and moving at a pace that they would both be able to enjoy together, but that couldn't be intentional could it? This man was raping her. Surely, he did not care about her wishes.

In that same moment, Logan shifted to remove most of his body weight of Jessica. He very slowly began to erect his back and free the woman from beneath his body weight to see what she would do, ever ready to collapse back on top of her if she renewed her struggles. He did not see this as a likely occurrence, but he had to remain vigilant. Jessica would be far too cautious to allow this to happen again if she escaped from him here and now.

 

[Raine]

Jessica moaned as the motion stopped. His words were coming through a haze of euphoria and the sensation of him inside of her. He filled her and she felt the squeeze that her unused sex had on his large manhood. He was going to let go of her neck? Why? Didn't he know she would try to escape? Wouldn't she?" His hand moved from her and she could breath again. Even his weight began to ease. Her mind screamed to fight and cry for help just as he asked but her body arched into his now more sensual hip movements.

"Please..." She moaned. "Please stop."

She knew she needed to follow his instructions. Part of her remembered that he would hurt her or take her away if she did not listen to what he asked of her. She would need to do more. As she arched into his next thrust she let out a scream putting everything into it.

"Let me go!" She screamed as her body rolled with his hips.

She felt disgusted by it. Her body was enjoying this rape that her unconscious mind had dreamed of and now she was here actually being violated and she was not even truly fighting for her freedom. She was moving her round behind with every move he made and she could tell from the ease of his movement that she was slick and wet inside making his job easier. She blushed furiously.

"Somebody help me!" She cried out but the words were followed by another embarrassing moan.