Taming the Boss from Hell (RaegingDesire x dale232)

[dale232]

Some call her the Boss from Hell. Others call her the Wicked Witch of the West. A casual observer would assume those titles were exaggerations. Aubrey Lake looked so sweet and had such a pleasant smile that she couldn't possibly be as bad as her employees viewed her as. Not that they ever complained to her superiors. It was common knowledge she had the CEO wrapped around her little finger. So to complain was a waste of time.

Jake Wilson generally shrugged off the complaints about Aubrey. He had the good fortune to be a field agent, which meant that he spent very little time in the office. He'd show up in the morning just long enough to get on his computer and line up some prospective customers. Then he would leave to go meet with those customers , returning in the late afternoon just long enough to place the contracts he'd gotten signed on the desk of Aubrey's secretary. And then he was gone for the day. As long as he continued to bring in customers, no one had a problem with his schedule. Not even Aubrey. Though he sensed a little irritation on her part at not having the same level of control over him that she had over her other employees.

Jake looked younger than his 35 years. And at 5' 11" and 176 lbs, he didn't exactly overwhelm people, which was perfect for making prospective customers feel at ease. Yet he had enough muscles to impress the ladies with his shirt off. He was easy-going and liked to joke around when in the office, though his humor seemed to elude Aubrey.

Jake's only glimpse into the problems of the office was when he'd go across the street to the local bar after work. If it had been a bad day, all Aubrey's employees would be there, getting drunk. Mary, Aubrey's secretary would be close to tears. George, one of the web developers, would be muttering curse words into his beer. And Larry, one of the graphic designers would be proclaiming, "She's going to fire me on Monday," though somehow he always survived through Monday. Unlike some of his colleagues. Job security was tenuous for graphic designers. They didn't work hard enough from Aubrey's point of view.

It wasn't like Aubrey was a bad person. She was pleasing to look at, with the kind of curves Jake liked to see in a woman. But she was a bad executive, driving her employees too hard and paying them not nearly enough. All so that she could look good in the eyes of upper management. Perhaps she was overcompensating for being a woman in a man's world, working harder than anyone else and expecting her employees to do the same. If that was the case, she was headed for disaster. After a certain point, Jake finally decided he needed to step in to remedy the situation.

Jake worked at Check, not because he needed the money, but because he was a people person who enjoyed being out in the field and meeting clients and customers. His parents had left him a tidy inheritance, so unlike so many other employees of Check, he didn't need his job. He kept his wealth a secret from everyone else, though. But that wealth allowed him to formulate a plan that other employees couldn't afford to try.

As already established, complaining to Aubrey's superiors was a waste of time. So he needed to approach the problem of Aubrey Lake from a different direction. She was scheduled to go on a week's vacation shortly. He couldn't afford to take off the same week as her. That would draw her suspicion later. So he set aside the weekend that was to start her vacation. A cousin of his had a cabin in the mountains, so he reserved it for that weekend. Then a little coaxing of Mary to find out Aubrey's clothing sizes. That was followed by the purchase of some made to order latex and leather apparel, based on Mary's information. Jake had dabbled in kink, so he wasn't exactly a novice. Though what he was planning was far bolder than anything he had done before. He had an old panel van that he had kept from his youth for purposes of moving from apartment to apartment. Cleaning it out, he drove it to work the Friday that Aubrey was supposed to start her vacation. He parked the van in the underground garage next to Aubrey's car, but with a large concrete pillar separating the two parking places.

Going upstairs, Jake turned in the contracts he'd gotten signed for the day. Then he adjusted the webcams on top of his computer. One was focused on the door to Aubrey's office. The other was focused on the elevator doors. Leaving his computer on, but his monitor turned off, he went down to the parking garage and sat in his van, his laptop linked to his desktop and the two webcams. When she left for the day, he would know in real time.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey Lake picked up a handful of her hair, holding it at the nape of her neck to let herself cool down a little as she sighed, staring at her computer screen. She'd asked George to redesign the quiz for the upper midwestern reason - a simple enough request, she'd thought - and it was still glitching all over the place. One of the ways Check attracted single subscribers was with their region-specific quizzes that playfully helped potential customers rank how well they were "adulting," then guided them to a page laying out a rudimentary custom plan for how Check could help them meet their needs. Minnesota drew the outdoorsy types year round, so she'd been working hard with the teams on the ground there to put services in place to bring bait, ammo, etc. to hunting and fishing sites. Now that she'd gotten the services in place, though, George was fucking up the codes to route customers to the appropriate questions in the survey. He'd promised that it was working when he left, but it sure didn't look like it was working now. She scowled at his empty desk, scrawling a post-it for him to email her. Just because she was on vacation didn't mean she'd let her team slide.

Any more than they were, anyway. It was barely dusk, and the office was empty. She'd been the first to arrive, and she'd be the last to leave. Again. Why was it so hard to get good help? She was twenty-nine, and had been with Check since its inception six years earlier, steadily rising until her job was nearly all she could ever have hoped for it to be. None of her employees were radically younger than her, some older, so the work ethic couldn't be a generational thing - they were just lazy. And she was giving them a week without her to develop more bad habits.

Aubrey sighed again, letting her hair fall and beginning the process of shutting down her work station. She had to have this week off - the company couldn't tout vacations for all managers if all managers didn't take one - and she'd done everything she could to set her team up for success. She'd have her phone on her the whole time, she reminded herself, as she sat at home and ate pizza and watched reality television...and made sure the ads were playing where they'd paid for them. And when she came back, if her team hadn't met their targets, it would be time for some pink slips. She'd tried to work with this bunch, she really had, but you couldn't grow a company if people weren't willing to put work in, and it was becoming clear that this whole team was subpar.

She clicked the computer and the monitor off, picked up her bag, and locked the door behind her, dropping a post-it off at George's desk. She glanced at herself in the reflection from her office window, brow furrowing. Her makeup was still in place, but her hair was flatter than it had started, certainly. She paused to make sure her black top was properly tucked into the grey skirt - it had shifted as she sat - before heading down the hall, heels clacking on the tile, hose whispering as her legs brushed. A bath, a glass of wine, she decided as she pushed the elevator button to take her to the parking garage. She'd relax a little and call it an early night.

 

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Watching Aubrey look around the office from the vantage point of his laptop, Jake couldn't help grinning. It wasn't like the office was actually empty. Mary and George were hiding in their respective restrooms, trying to avoid her, while at the same time trying to appear to work after she'd left. They were waiting Aubrey out. And once she'd left, they'd return to their cubicles just long enough to clear their desks, hoping someone from upper management would spot them leaving late and compliment them on their diligence. He suspected Larry was lurking about as well. Possibly hiding in the break-room? Everyone else had indeed gone home. That's because they weren't Aubrey's pet whipping boys and girls like Mary, Larry, and George were. Jake could only imagine the celebration at the bar across the street tonight, everyone happy to be free of Aubrey for a week.

As Aubrey checked herself in her office window, Jake gazed at that lush ass of hers. And then had to check himself as well. After all, sex was not a part of the plan. As much as he wanted to spank that ass and fuck that ass, to do so would probably defeat the goals of this weekend. Only if she begged for it, would he give her his cock. And even then, it would probably be a bad idea. He had to keep this professional, even though it sounded ludicrous to say that, given what he was planning.

As Aubrey entered the elevator, Jake climbed from his van. He glancing around to verify there was no one else in the underground garage. Then carefully approaching from the side, he sprayed the lens of a security camera, which was attached to an overhead beam and focused on the elevator. He didn't want building security watching the comings and goings of the next few minutes. By the time someone came down to clean the lens, he hoped to to be gone. Lifting himself up by one of the pipes, Jake reached up with a gloved hand to turn the overhead neon light over his parking space a quarter turn. Just enough to cause it to flicker out. Then hiding behind the massive concrete pillar that separated his van from Aubrey's car, Jake waited for her.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey leaned against the wall in the elevator, listening to the tinny muzak as it took her down towards the parking deck. She had a reserved space near the doors - after her years of service, it made sense that she would get a spot when the company upgraded to their nice corporate office downtown - but she wasn't parked there today. The CEO had been showing a potential new investor around that day, and she'd offered her spot up for their car. What was good for Checks was good for her, after all, and the potential investor had ties with several pet companies that would open up some really useful expansion possibilities for the pet care sector of the business.

As the elevator dinged, doors opening, Aubrey was flipping through her mental Rolodex of pet care companies on the market, reviewing their advertising strategies. The trick, as always, was to mimic the strategies just enough for customers to feel comfortabel without infringing on copyright. Checks didn't try to argue that they were superior to single-purpose companies, but they were just as good, and didn't it make your life so much easier to only have one service that took care of all your needs instead of trying to juggle several?

The garage was darker than usual, Aubrey realized as she turned right out of the elevator, heels loud on the concrete as she made her way to her blue SUV. The car was spotless - Aubrey was as fastidious about its upkeep as she was every other aspect of her life. She clicked the trunk button as she approached, heaving her purse off her shoulder to put it in the back for her ride home.

 

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Jake had noticed that Aubrey's SUV was not in her assigned parking space. But that was fine with him. It meant she had a greater distance to walk to get from the elevator to her vehicle. Which meant he had more time to prepare for her. When the doors opened and he saw her exit the elevator, he had plenty of time to pull the ski mask over his head and pull out the small spray bottle.

The formal name of the liquid in the bottle was 3-Quinuclidinyl benzilate, though it's short name was BZ. An incapacitating agent developed by the military, it acted as a sedative and a hallucinogen. He chose it because it had fewer side-effects than chloroform. He wasn't really interested in knocking Aubrey out as much as simply dazing her enough that she'd be easy to restrain.

Jake listened to the click of her heels echoing through the largely empty garage right up until he heard her SUV's trunk pop open. Circling around the pillar, he came up behind her as quietly as possible. Perhaps not as quietly as he thought though, since she turned to look his way.

Pssssst

Like one of those annoying perfume ladies that roam around the beauty counter at high end department stores, Jake got her full in the face with the spray. Aubrey staggered back, blinded by the liquid and already feeling the effects of the chemical. Looking wobbly, she was trying to keep her footing while trying to say something. But for once, nothing was coming out of her mouth. Taking advantage of that quiet time, he spun her around and pushed her towards the front of her SUV and out of sight of the elevator. Bending her at the waist so that her upper body lay face-down on the hood, he pulled out a set of handcuffs. Pulling her arms behind her back, he secured her wrists together, the metallic clicks sealing her fate.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey settled her purse in the trunk, then opened the small cooler she kept back there to see if she still had a water bottle. She frowned when she saw that it was empty - she'd need to stop by the store on her way home, then.

She heard some sound behind her, a light squeak of shoes on cement, and turned, hoping to catch one of her employees; she'd like to give her instructions for her absence one more time. She got the shape of someone taller than her before something was sprayed in her face, blinding her.

Aubrey coughed, stepping backwards, her heel sliding along the concrete. It was like inhaling hairspray, bubbles in her nose, and her lungs didn't like it. Her head immediately felt lighter - what the hell was happening?!

She stumbled as she was pulled back and handcuffed. It was like she couldn't hold onto her thoughts long enough to properly be afraid, though she knew she should - or to fight back, though she realized as her hands were locked behind her with cold steel that it wasn't a good thing. Aubrey mustered enough of her wits to kick out at her captor, but by the time the neural impulses worked their way through her body, the movement was translated into a light lifting of the leg.

It seemed like a good idea to stand up, to push off the car, but her head felt so heavy. That wasn't right - what was going on?

 

[dale232]

Realizing that Aubrey had tried a back kick to his legs, Jake slipped his legs between hers and then spread his legs, forcing hers wide. It would be hard for her to raise either leg for a kick with them spread so far apart. And then he moved closer so that his crotch was up against her ass. The wiggle of that ass was distracting. And a little bit arousing. But it trapped her between his body and the SUV, with nowhere to go.

Draping his upper body over hers in what might have seemed like the start of a seduction, Jake brushed Aubrey's blond hair away from her left ear and placed an ear bud inside it. Then he did the same thing with her right ear. They were wireless headphones connected to the small stereo transmitter on his left hip. And in turn connected to the bluetooth headset he had in the van. He turned the stereo to a digital recording of white noise, thus muffling any sounds he might make from that point on.

Jake reached down into the large pocket on the left hip of his cargo pants for the next item to be used. Then gathering the golden locks of hair at the back of Aubrey's head, he jerked back.........HARD. She opened her mouth wide. Whether it was to gasp, scream, yell or curse, was irrelevant. For once her mouth had opened, he reached around quickly and shoved a big, black rubber cock into it. She gagged and retched and tried to force the obstruction back out of her throat. But the cock was attached to the inside of a latex hood, which he just as quickly pulled over her head and zipped down the back.

The fake penis muffled her voice, the hood took away her sight, and the white noise of the ear buds took away her hearing. It was sensory deprivation. But not so much as a psychological tactic, but rather to keep his identity a secret from Aubrey.

The bluetooth would allow Jake to speak to her through the headphones. But an electronics friend of his had altered the bluetooth so that it would distort his voice, preventing her from recognizing it.

Straightening up, Jake pulled a couple of thick leather straps out of his pocket. Then using his legs to force hers back together, he wrapped one strap around her thighs, just above the knees, and the other around her ankles. Rather than have her hop blindly towards his van, he decided to throw Aubrey over his shoulder and carry her around the concrete pillar and to the side door of the van.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey felt the man - she was pretty positive the attacker was male - slide up behind her, pressing his body against hers. It helped hold her on top of the car as her knees softened, her attempts to push him off little more than a light pressing upward of her arms, body not quite responding to her mind's (admittedly vague) instructions for action.

"No, I-" she mumbled as he put something in each of her ears, head filling with a hush of static. She blinked eyes still bleary from the spray, trying to make out more than a smudge of the blue of her car's hood.

Suddenly, her head exploded in pain as it was yanked back. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could - if she could - something was pushed inside it. The taste was rubbery, compressing her tongue, pushing to the back of her throat past the point of comfort. She shook her head, gagging, but instead of moving the thing away her attacker pulled something over her whole head, encasing her in darkness.

She squirmed uncomfortably, mind too muddled and confused by the situation to think to fight as he tied straps around her legs and picked her up. Her head spun as she was thrown over his shoulder, and she wiggled weakly in his arms as she felt herself moving. There was...she should do...something...

 

[dale232]

Holding onto Aubrey with one arm, Jake opened the side of the white panel van with his other hand. It looked a little bizarre inside. The floor was covered with a Turkish rug that he had originally intended to wrap his captive in. That was before he decided she might suffocate on the long drive to the cabin in the woods. And before he decided he didn't want to use chloroform to render her unconscious. With only a weekend to work with her, he really didn't want Aubrey sleeping a large portion of that time. So during the long ride, he planned to keep her "entertained". Maybe the more appropriate words would be "teased" and "tormented". Semantics.

Removing the ski mask, Jake reached for the bluetooth headset and placed it on his head and in his ear. He then turned it on, and switched the stereo on his hip to "transmit". Whatever he said into the bluetooth microphone, Aubrey would hear in her ear buds. His geek friend had set the voice frequency so that she would hear his speech as a soft, almost feminine purr. He knew that she knew she had been kidnapped by a man. But the softer voice might lower her resistance. And it went well with the teasing he would inflict on her, verbally and physically.

On the carpet lay an opened leather sleep sack. Though Aubrey was unlikely to do much sleeping in it. Some called it a "body bag", but Jake didn't care for that term. Easing his bound boss off his shoulder, he laid her in the sleep sack. He turned her on her side while he pulled out leather cuffs to secure her elbows. It might had seemed like overkill. But it was to minimize any fight she still had in her as he then pulled out a second set of leather cuffs to replace the handcuffs on her wrists. Steel handcuffs were good for a quick capture, but could be hard on the wrists over time. And it WAS going to be a long ride to the cabin for her.

"I know you're uncomfortable, Miss Lake. Or can I call you Aubrey? Those harsh steel handcuffs are going to hurt after awhile. So why don't I replace them with much softer leather cuffs? And please don't fight me during the trade. It would be useless, since your arms are already secured together at the elbows."

Jake grinned. He was speaking in a normal tone of voice, but his words were almost soft and seductive in his earpiece.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey offered a token resistance as he carried her to the van and laid her down, turning her to her side. She was on something smooth, she noted, but couldn't tell more than that without being able to feel more than her clothing and hosiery would allow or hear what sound it made as she moved on it. A groan was audible from within the mask as the leather strap pulled her elbows closer together, forcing her chest outwards.

She froze as a voice slid inside her ears. Her heart picked up at the sound of her name, starting to chase off some of the effects of the drug - he knew who she was. This wasn't random, this was intentional, shit! Who would possibly want to do something like this to her? She flipped through her staff in her mind, but nobody could've matched the blurry outline she'd observed. Someone connected to her family? She couldn't imagine trouble there.

The immediacy of the need to figure out what was going on drove the mental fog back, letting her veins run cool with terror. She would do her best to fight when the cuffs were removed, more panic than strategy, but the voice was right - her options were limited with her elbows already securing her arms behind her.

 

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Jake wrapped Aubrey's wrists in the leather cuffs, but left the steel cuffs in place until it came time to join the leather cuffs together. As soon as he removed the handcuffs, her claws came out as she struggled to keep the wrists from being joined together. He uttered a curse under his breath as she drew blood, but finally snapped the lock closed. "Bad girl," he scolded her, voicing his displeasure. But the gloves he wore kept the damage to a minimum.

Stepping away from the van, Jake hurried to the back of her SUV to close the hatch. But seeing her purse laying there left him with a dilemma. He couldn't leave it in plain sight when he closed the back hatch. Someone seeing her SUV still in the parking garage might assume she had some hookup in town. But someone seeing her purse in the vehicle might suspect foul play. What woman would leave her purse behind in her vehicle? He could hide the purse under the seat, but there might be all kinds of valuable information about her he could glean from that purse. But if someone became alarmed and called the police, either her cellphone or her tablet might have a tracking device they could use. Deciding to take a chance, he grabbed her purse and keys and slammed the back hatch closed. He could always remove the batteries on the electronic devices once away from the city.

Returning to the van, Jake climbed inside and started closing up the sleep sack around Aubrey, zipping it up and tightening the straps. As a last flourish, he unzipped an opening in her nether regions, feeling his way past her skirt and panties. And then he inserted a vibrator that had been adapted to run off the cigarette lighter. A battery-operated vibrator would use up too many batteries on the drive to the cabin. And he wanted to keep her entertained the whole distance. Once he turned on the vibrator and closed up the sleep sack, he sat back and viewed with satisfaction her reaction to the vibrator. But not for too long, because he had one more thing to do.

"Don't go anywhere," he murmured into the headset, before flipping one side of the rug over to cover her form. He then exited the van, heading for the elevator and back to the office.

Mary, George, and Larry were still there, but about to leave for the day. Glancing at Mary, Jake asked, "Is Aubrey still in?"

"No, you just missed her. Do you need to leave her a message?" Mary was such a sweet girl. He'd considered letting her in on his plan, but as hard as Aubrey was on her, he feared the girl might still be too loyal to her boss. A kind of Stockholm Syndrome. Still, it was tempting. He just shook his head no to her question.

"You'll have to wait a week to get back with your girlfriend," George muttered. He always felt that Aubrey was easier on Jake than anyone else. Though with Jake always on the road, that was bound to be the case. Jake just smiled at him and went to turn off the computer, put away one of his webcams, and reposition the other webcam so it faced his chair for teleconferencing purposes. The whole purpose of coming back up to the office was to establish his alibi as still being at work when Aubrey left. That's what his co-workers would tell her if she started asking questions later, trying to determine the identity of her kidnapper.

He then headed to the elevator, yelling "Have a nice weekend and an even more glorious week" to everyone who was left. Which drew a laugh from the group, glad to be rid of Aubrey for a week.

Climbing into the driver's seat of the van, he turned the mic on his headset back on and asked Aubrey, "Are you ready for an adventure, Aubrey?" as he started the engine.

 

[RaegingDesire]

Aubrey struggled and felt her nails briefly find purchase, but her assailant managed to capture her wrists anyway; it hadn't really been much of a contest. He was right, at least, in that the leather cuffs weren't as uncomfortable as the metal ones had been.

She waited for something else to happen, but for long moments, nothing did. She strained to listen for signs of something, anything, and made as much noise as she could around the gag still tickling the back of her throat. Presentation after presentation had reiterated that if someone tried to take you from a scene, it was so they could hurt you worse - your best bet was not to be taken. So Aubrey made noise, hoping someone would overhear her gagged yelling, her legs kicking at the floor. The drugs were nearly gone now, mind and body working nearly as well as they should, but it was too little, too late. She was caught now.

That didn't keep her from wriggling as she felt her attacker touch her again, moving something over her body, making her warmer and more secure. Aubrey protested with body and voice, but there was little she could do to keep herself from being tucked away, or from having something shoved inside her. She squealed at the intrusion, then again as it began buzzing. Her body twitched - what kind of sicko would do something like that? It didn't hurt, certainly, not at all, but it was - it was just sick.

She waited for it to be removed, for something else to happen, but - aside from the voice - nothing did. She assumed he'd left her, and tried to struggle free, but it was hard to move; the only thing it accomplished was making it harder to breathe and making her sweat inside the layers of material. And still the damned thing hummed within her, beginning to make her body's juices flow in spite of her, warming her core. The black sack jumped as his voice filled her ears again, and she let out a frustrated howl, lifting her legs and bringing them back down. No, she wasn't ready - she had to escape! But that seemed impossible.