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The Last Straw (Tatcon & SalesGirlAnna)

Tatcon Valdez

Tatcon Valdez

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"It's a prank order, I know it is!" Marco yelled over the handset of the phone as he was ordered to take the call. He had to shake his head at this, the girl who was his boss at this joint was rediculous, she didn't have a clue what was going on, and for some strange reason, she was always trying to put the blame on them. "maldita puta.." he mumbled to himself before returning to the order and starting to put it through. It was an outrageous order, well beyond the bounds of normal human consumption...but she had said to take it.

After it was done he passed it off to the cooks, knowing that they would be rather flabbergasted by the demands and he would just pass on the order their boss had made and he waited. He had a distinct feeling that shit was going to hit the fan when she realized just how much of a loss the order was going to be, and as a result he just ran a hand through his mid-length black hair, brown eyes looking around randomly as he mind thought of the best way to deal with the issue at hand. For the moment he just leaned against the counter and placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and waited for the eventual fallout.
 
Name: Annabelle Morris
Age: 35
Hair: Long Red Hair
Height 5' 5"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Breasts: 38B
Body type: Slender but toned

Annabelle grew up in a Upper Middle Class family. She was an only child and her parents loved her very much. She was friends with just about everyone in school and very popular. She got very good grades in school and was able to get a full scolorship to college, and 8 years later she owned one of the most popular pizza places in town.

This day, she was wearing a blue skirt that went a bit past her knees, a blue blouse, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long shoulder length red hair pulled back in a loose bun.

When the order came in for 50 pizzas, she smiled it was a huge order and well worth the extra expense. Marco tried to tell her that it was a prank but she knew it couldn't be, so she had him put the order in. She was in her office doing some paper work when one of her other employees came to tell her that the 50 pizza order came back. The address was an old abandoned warehouse... She was mad... She composed herself and said, "Send Marco in here..."
 
When he heard one of his coworkers beckon him towards his bosses office, he grinned and knew what was coming. The dumb girl had finally figured out that the order wasn't complete, and she had just lost a sizable chunk of chance. And now she was going to try and pin it on him. Business as usual. He was quick to close the distance between himself and her office and once inside he would actually be the one to close the door, before turning towards her.

"I told you Annabelle. I made it perfectly clear that this was a prank order and you told me to take it anyway." He started, making sure to keep his voice calm and under control because she was still his boss, but he had long ago run out of patience with her. However, he would keep his cool...even though his Spanish accent was starting to build up in his words which was usually a sign of him getting a little worked up. He just concentrated on getting the point across to her, and then go back to work.
 
Annabelle could feel the anger building in her but she wanted to play it cool for now, "It doesn't matter Marco... That little stunt cost us $600. So, it will be coming out of your check and you will be working double shifts for the foreseeable future, OK?" She went back to doing her paper work hoping that would be the end of it. In her mind, Marco was such a push over, he would do whatever she said.
 
"The fuck I am." He retorted automatically. There was no way he was going to take the fall for this mix-up, and he certainly wasn't going to be the fall guy on that big of a scale. He had been a decent human being to her in the past, but this was easily taking it too far. So as a result he remained in her office, placed his hands in the pocket, and waited. "I ain't leaving until you take that back and admit that it was you who fucked up on that one girl." He continued. Yep, that rage was certainly starting to grow, and he was trying really hard to keep that flame from showing up in his brown eyes that betrayed exactly how he was feeling.

Fatal flaw of the Spanish nature...your emotions were always worn on your sleeves.
 
Annabelle got up walked over to him and said, "Listen, shithead! I am your boss! You will fucking do what I tell you to do! If I say you are working double shifts, you are working double shifts! If I say that $600 is comming out of your check, it's comming out of your check! Do you understand?"

He just stood there saying nothing, then she slapped him across the face, "Fucking answer me, when I'm talking to you!"
 
A slap. A slap!? She had the audacity to slap him for the problem that she created?! As Marco ran his tongue along the inside of his radiating cheek, before drawing in a deep breath, and standing himself up straight again. She was moving dangerously close to getting a whalloping of his own, and though he had managed to control his temper this time around, but the words were coming out of his mind to his mouth, and there weren't many filters built in to Spaniards.

"I don't give a fuck who you are, I take no fall for someone else's mistake, especially yours. Slap me again, and I swear it will be the end of you." He said under rhaspy breath. If she would dear take another swing at him, he would grab her wrist quite firmly, and would aim to spin her around, and pin her front on the nearest wall to keep her contained.
 
A smile crept upon Annabelle's lips. She wasn't scared of Marco. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try..." She then moved to slap him again. This time it would be even harder.
 
There it was. The final catalyst that pushed him over the edge. There was nothing more left to say, just the action of him moving back from her incoming slap, and grabbing her wrist. From there it was easy to take her momentum and move her towards the wall, pinning her against it as he pressed in to her to keep her pinned. His other hand took hold of her free wrist to make sure she was firmly held, and his body did the rest.

It was then a nefarious idea came to Marco, and given the emotional violence happening in this room, it wasn't hard for him to decide to follow through with what his mind was thinking, "Wow seinorita, I never knew you had such a nice ass." He said, pressing his hips forward so his package pressed against her behind.
 
Annabelle was caught off guard when he grabbed her arm, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. He quickly took a hold of her other wrist and pinned her against the wall. She could feel his package press into her bottom. She struggled against him, "Let me go, Marco..." She had a idea what he wanted to do to her... But she planed on fighting back.
 
He had to chuckle at her words. Even now she wanted to fight, to try and make him listen to her. "No way chica, you had your chance to be a decent person, and now you're getting what you deserve." He replied, knowing full well that she was going to be a challenge, but this had been the last time. Now it was time to make her listen.

Starting by getting some of her clothes off to make his plans easier. To accomplish this, he would release one of her wrists, so he could grab the back of her necklace quickly, and pull it back and twist it so it would constrict a bit against her tender neck, restricting her air just a bit. "Take your blouse off." He whispered in her ear.
 
Annabelle tried to take advantage of him letting go of one of her wrists. But he was just too quick. It seamed like the second he let go of her wrist her necklace tighten around her neck. When he whispered to take her blouse off she said softly... "OK..." She took her blazer off first, and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She was going to let him see her in her underwear and that was as far as she was going to go. Soon her blouse was off and he could see her smallish breasts in the blue satin and lace bra.
 
It didn't matter what she believed she would only let him see, the reason he had got her to take off her blouse and blazer was to give him something tie her with, so once she had undone the clothes, he would step back just a bit to allow them to fall. Then, it was just a matter of maneuvering her in to place so he could do what he had to. He was tempted to take a feel of those smallish breasts, enjoying them even if some might feel them petite, however that would put him in to a compromising situation that he didn't want to be part of when a lot was at stake. Pulling a bit on the necklace he would move her away from the wall a bit, before his foot came up and hit her in the back of the knees to make her fall, and should that succeed, he would twist her one still captured arm to drop her on to her front. From there, he would just sit on her back and hold her down as he grabbed her blouse to make his custom restraints.
 
Annabelle screamed a little when he pushed her to the floor and started to tie her arms together with her blouse. "No... Please Marco... Don't... I'm sorry... Don't do this..." Annabelle was starting to get scared.
 
Now see, having her scream was not advantageous to the situation because he knew how far he voice could carry. However dealing with it would have to wait until she was bound, her arms crossed along her lower back and then tied firmly in place with her blouse to make sure she didn't move. It wasn't uncomfortable, but her movement would be quite limited in that position.

However her words had fallen on deaf ears. She had pushed him far beyond the realm of simple logic and reason. He was in full attack, and she had chosen the wrong moment to try and slap him around. Once she was tied, he would easily unclip her bra, though her tied arms provided a roadblock to removing the clothing he could still get at what he wanted. Flipping her on her her back, he would brush the bra out of the way as he took hold of one her her breasts, relishing in the feeling of the soft curve under his hand as he grinned. "You're gonna stop screaming unless you want me to stuff something in your mouth, compredre?"
 
She nodded and softly said, "Please Marco... You don't have to do this... I'll give you want ever you want... Just please Don't do this..." Her body shuttered when he touched her breasts.
 
It was too late to be begging for help, she had already pushed him over the edge, and now he was doing what he wanted. "You don't seem to get it, I am getting what I want from you. And really, it's what you deserve." he answered as he continued massaging her breast, adding a bit of force to give the small curve a squeeze. He grinned wildly as he looked her over, and used his free hand to ride up her skirt a bit just to expose more of her thighs for him to enjoy.
 
Annabelle started to cry. She knew it was now useless. Marco was going to rape her. She just wished he'd get it over with...
 
Now she was crying. That was simply aggitating. He couldn't help it, the sounds of her sobs were ringing through his head and simply driving him nuts. As a result he simply dipped further in to his mania, and slapped her firmly across the face to try and make her stop even though it rarely had the effect. After that he would just try and pick her up before bending her over the desk, making sure she was reasonably well seated there before making a move. Then it was just a matter of pulling up her skirt the rest of the way to expose her behind, and giving it a firm spank for his own enjoyment.
 
Annabelle just laid across her desk. She felt so embarrassed as Marco started to spank her panty covered bottom... "Please stop..." She begged.
 
"Why?" He would ask, and surprisingly he was looking for a straight answer as he continued to spank her panty covered behind. He would spank it a few more times for enjoyment before slowly sliding his hands between her legs, taking in a feel of her relatively warm womanhood. Even though it was still covered by her panties, he would start rubbing along it firmly, wanting to wet her up a bit before having more of his way as he continued to wait for her answer.
 
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