An HR Matter

[A Viewer]

“OK, that’s it for today,” said Heather. “You are all dismissed.”

The people sitting in front of her started to put away their books and computers heading to the door.

“Don’t forget to update your programing for the next class,” called out Heather as they left. “You’ll need the new data for the lesson.”

She went over to her desk and started to put away some books when a young blond woman came up to her.

“Miss. Grower,” said the woman. “I just want to thank you for your help with my database. It’s really coming along.”

“Thank you, Kristy,” said the teacher turning back to her. “We’ll be meeting in the usual place in a couple of minutes. See you there?”

“Of course,” answered Kristy before heading off.



Kristy walked into the café and saw Heather sitting at a table surrounded by young women. She joined them.

“Another class, another meeting of some of my favorite students,” said Heather. “It’s good to see you all again.”

“You to, Miss. Grower,” said a woman with light brown hair. “We’re all thankful for the time and attention you’ve shown us. I just know that if I get into that master’s program it will be because of what you’ve done for me.”

“You’ll get in because of your skill and hard work, Stacy,” said Heather. She looked around at the women. “You’ve all shown such progress and you’ve worked your butts off.” Heather took a sip of coffee. “I just hope you’re ready for the tech industry.”

“What do you mean?” asked one of the women.

“Let’s just say that the business side of things can be rough . . . especially if you’re a woman.”

Months later​

Kristy went through the front door of the office building. She nodded at the receptionist as she passed the front desk and then went down a hall with the word Goodkin Technologies written on the wall.

Kristy entered a room filled with cubicles and made her way to her area. She sat down and logged onto her computer. Lines of computer code appeared on her screen, and she quickly scanned through them to make sure everything was working right.

“Hey, saw what you turned in last time,” said Kevin, her boss, as he walked by. “Keep it up.”

“Thanks, Sir,” said Kristy looking up. She went back to work and the hours seemed to fly by.



During lunch Kristy snuck into the women’s restroom. She looked around and took out a laptop from her bag. She went into a stall and sat on a toilet as she logged into the computer system of Goodkin, the company that she worked for.

Come on. Come on! After a moment the screen loaded, and she was in the system. He didn’t change his credentials! Awesome!

Kristy quickly searched through the system. Come on, Allview! Where is it! The files then came up on the screen. There! Kristy quickly clicked on it and downloaded the file. This looks like the original! This will prove that she created it!

After a few minutes, Kristy logged off and stuck her laptop into her bag. She went over to the sink and washed her hands as she looked around before running off.



A few hours later, Kristy entered a large apartment. “Hey, Honey, I’m home,” she called out cheerfully.

“Nice to see you,” answered a young man with short blond hair as he poked his head out of the kitchen. He was fit and when he flashed a well-kept smile Kristy felt her heartrate quicken.

The man entered the living room, and they shared a deep kiss. “How was your day?” asked Kristy. “Still impressing them, Sam?”

“I don’t know if impressing them is the point anymore,” said Sam. “Afterall, I’m already management.”

“It never hurts to make a good impression on the bosses,” said Kristy. “Today, the CEO himself, Kevin Hartley, complimented me on my code.”

“That’s terrific,” said Sam. “Let’s celebrate.”

“How?”

“How do you think?” asked Sam showing a mischievous grin.

“But weren’t you starting dinner?”

“It can wait.”



Kristy and Sam burst into Sam’s bedroom. He ran his mouth over her neck as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. They clumsily made their way to his bed.

Kristy took off her shirt and fell back onto the bed. Sam landed on top of her and gripped her white bra.

“Be careful,” said Kristy. “Don’t rip it.”

“Sure.” Sam pulled down Kristy’s jeans as she undid the bra.

Soon they were both naked in bed. Kristy groaned as she felt Sam’s penis enter her. So this is what they mean by going under cover.



The next day, Kristy walked down the hall pass the company’s logo. She neared the front desk and waved goodbye to the receptionist. “See you, Karen,” she said.

The woman waved her off with a smile on her face and Kristy left the building.

It’s almost done, thought Kristy as got in her car and set the bag with her laptop on the passenger seat. She drove off and did not see the figure standing in the doorway texting on his phone. She’s coming, he typed.



Kristy arrived home and entered her living room. Sam was waiting for her.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” she asked surprised.

“How long?” demanded Sam angrily. “How long were you literary and figuratively screwing me!?”

“What?” asked Kristy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Shut it,” cried Sam. “We know!”

“What?” cried Kristy as the realization hit her.

“How long were you doing it?” demanded Sam. “How long were you using me!?”

“Wait, no, it wasn’t like that,” said Kristy. “I . . .”

“I don’t want to hear your lies,” said Sam. He came at Kristy aggressively.

“Hey wait.” She backed up against the door. “Please just listen.”

“No, I’ve listened enough,” said Sam. “You’re done lying. I’m going to make you tell me the truth.”

Kristy started to turn to reach for the doorknob, but Sam grabbed her wrist and swung her around. Kristy stumbled about and nearly collided with her couch. She looked up and saw Sam coming at her with a terrifying look on his face.

What’s going on!? wondered Kristy in fear. This isn’t Sam! She backed away holding up a hand. “No, please stop!”

“I’m not stopping until I know everything,” cried Sam.

Kristy turned and ran out of the room.



Kristy came into her kitchen and turned around to see Sam coming at her. With her heart racing she looked around. She spotted knives in a block and quickly pulled one out.

“Don’t come closer,” said Kristy holding the knife up in a shaking hand.

“Oh, that’s how it is?” asked Sam. “You used me and then you’re the victim.”

“Please, . . . I . . .” started Kristy.

Sam kicked Kristy in the shin. She cried out in pain and Sam grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his other arm around her. He then bent her wrist, and she dropped the knife.

Kristy started to struggle in his grasp. “Let me go! Let me . . .”

Sam and Kristy struggled, and Sam swung her towards the counter. Her head hit it and she fell to the floor.

Sam stood there for a minute breathing heavily. He then bent down and checked her pulse. She’s alive.

Sam took out his phone. I have her, he typed.




to be continued . . .

 

[A Viewer]

Kristy slowly started to wake up. She felt pain radiating from her head. What happened to me? Suddenly she remembered Sam attacking her.

Kristy became fully awake with a shout. She looked around but had trouble understanding what she was seeing. She was in a darken room that she did not recognize. Mounted on the walls were various objects that she could not identify.

It took her a moment to realized that she was lying down on a table and that she was naked. Kristy tried to move but her wrists and ankles were restrained.

“We’re going to start now,” said Sam coming up to her.

“What’s going on?” asked Kristy looking around trying to make sense of what was happening.

Sam reached up and then took a whip off a wall. “You see, Sweetie,” he said menacingly. “There’s a side to me that you don’t know. I’m into BDSM and I was going to see if you would be interested after we spent some more time to together.” He swung the whip letting it crack in the air causing Kristy to cry out. “I was hoping that you would be willing to go through a few sessions with me but now things are going to happen a little differently.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Kristy as she started to panic.

“You see, Dear, we don’t take kindly to corporate espionage,” said Kevin coming into her view. He lowered his glasses to the brim of his nose and gave her a stern look. “When I told Sam what you did, he agreed that certain measures needed to be taken to fix things.”

“What?” asked Kristy. “I’m not a spy!”

“Young lady, we know it was you who downloaded the Allsight program,” said Kevin. “You used someone else’s credentials but what you didn’t know was that you also downloaded spyware which identified you by your home’s wi-fi network. You stole company property, and you used another employee’s info to do it. The question is, was that person also involve?”

Sam held the whip he was holding to Kristy’s breast. “And I’m going to enjoy making you tell us.”

“This matter will be resolve, make no mistake,” said Kevin who then looked at Sam. “Let me know what she saids.” He left the room.

“Wait, you don’t understand,” cried Kristy as Kevin walked away. “I wasn’t stealing anything!”

“Shut up,” cried Sam. “No more lying!” He struck Kristy’s chest with the whip.

“Ahh,” she cried. She pulled at the restraints as the pain went through her.

“Let’s get started,” said Sam. He swung the whip again and struck her leg.

“Ahh,” cried Kristy. “Please stop! Please!”

“Save your breath,” said Sam. “You’re going to need it.” He struck her on the thigh.

“Ahh! Wait, the program was already stolen!”

“What are you talking about?” asked Sam.

“There was a programmer, Heather Grower, she teaches a class I was taking,” said Kristy. “She made the program, but the company then stole it, gave her nothing. They then fire her, so we decided that we should get it back.”

“Who’s we,” demanded Sam.

Oh no, thought Kristy in dread. I can’t tell them about the others. These people are crazy!

“Who are they,” demanded Sam. He struck her other leg with the whip.

“Ahh!”

“Was it Robert?”

“No, I stole his info when you brought me over to his house that time,” answered Kristy. “It’s how I got his creds. They were written on a stick it note on his desk. I swear, he’s not involved!”

“So, you used me,” cried Sam. He went over to her and slammed his fist into her stomach.

Kristy coughed and gasped for air.

“Who’s working with you!?” He swung the lash at her breasts.

“Ahh! Please stop it! If you think I stole something, then call the police!!!”

“No, Honey, that’s not how we do things here,” said Sam menacingly as he gripped Kristy’s face. “You see, our HR department isn’t like other companies’. We handle these things differently.”

He wrapped the whip around her neck and pulled it tight. Kristy could not breath as she looked up at the crazed look in Sam’s eyes.

He’s going to kill me, thought Kristy in terror. She thrashed about on the table. Sam pulled tighter as Kristy swung her head about. “Talk,” he ordered.

Oh God, thought Kristy panicking. I’m going to die here! I don’t want to! I don’t want to!

After a minute, Sam let go. Kristy coughed and sucked in as much air as she could as Sam pulled the whip away.

“It’s only going to get worst from here,” said Sam. “Talk or we keep doing this.”

If I tell them then who knows what they’ll do, thought Kristy. Kate has kids.

“Talk,” demanded Sam. He then went into a frenzy and struck Kristy’s body with the whip repeatedly.

“Ahh! Ahhh!! Ahhhh!!!” The restraints dug into her skin as she pulled and flopped about on the table. Red strips formed on her lean body but none of the skin had been broken yet. Her long blond hair swung about as she violently shook her head.

Sam stood there breathing heavily for a moment then went over to her. “What is it?” he demanded. “You like this stuff? Maybe I should have taken you here for some play.”

Kristy looked up at him as sweat ran down her face. “Please . . . please don’t do this. You said that you cared for me. Please . . .”

“Don’t you dare,” cried Sam. He grabbed her hair and forced her head to him. “You humiliated me! All this time screwing me and going behind my back so you can make off with those files. You lying whore!”

“It wasn’t all lies,” said Kristy. “I really did like you.”

“Shut up,” cried Sam. He slapped her across the face. He then turned away. “Anthony, Albert, get in here!”

Two men entered the room. One had a buzz-cut and glasses. “Did she say anything yet?” asked Anthony.

“Nothing but lies,” answered Sam. “Get her in the chair!”

Anthony and a skinny man with long blond hair went over to the table. They undid the restraints and Kristy tried to jump off. They grabbed her and she struggled with them as they dragged her across the room towards a chair.

The men made her sit in it. Kristy kept struggling and managed to get her arm out of Anthony’s grasp. She quickly struck him pushing him back. Anthony then recovered and hit her in the face. As she was sitting there stunned, he pulled her arm down on to the arm of the chair and secure a leather cuff around it. As this was happening Albert was securing the other arm. The two men then secure her ankles to the front legs.

“What are you doing to me?” asked Kristy. “This is insane! You can’t torture people! It’s illegal!”

“In this room I make the law which you’re going to learn,” said Sam. He pulled down some ropes and went over to Kristy.

Sam grabbed one of her breasts and secured the end of the one of the ropes to the nipple with a clamp. Kristy hissed in pain and Sam went to work on the other breast.

Sam looked up at Kristy with a hungry look in his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy this. It’s time things got rough, Princess.”

Anthony and Albert went to a shelf as Sam grabbed the other end of the ropes which had hooks on them.

As they came back to the chair Kristy saw that they were carrying metal weights. The hooks . . . no!

The two men started to attach the weights to the hooks. Kristy looked up to see that the ropes ran along two pulleys. “Please, don’t . . .”

The men let go of the weights and the ropes pulled upward pulling the breasts with them.

“Aghh,” cried Kristy. Her whole body tensed as she felt the pain go through her.

“Are they really worth this?” asked Sam running a hand along one of the ropes. “They did leave you to take the fall.”

Kristy sucked in some air as she clenched her hands.

Sam flicked at one of the ropes causing Kristy to gasp. She closed her eyes as she felt the pain radiate from her breasts. She pulled at the restraints, but they held even as she was pulled away from the chair by her chest.

After a moment, Kristy opened her eyes and tried to look at the man who had made tender love to her but was now hurting her. “Why are you doing this?”

“I thought I made that clear,” said Sam. “You made a fool of me and now I need to clear my name with the company.” He grabbed one of the ropes and pulled on it.

“Ahh!!” Kristy head flew back as her whole body. shook

Sam looked back at the two men behind him. They went back to the shelf, and he turned back to the woman in pain. “Scream all you like. This room is soundproof. I always like to get really rough with women. You, though, had to be taken easy with but let’s see how you do when I set the limits.”

Anthony and Albert came over to them with larger weights.

“No, please don’t,” cried Kristy. “Please . . .”

“Do it,” ordered Sam. The two switch out the weights and the pressure on Kristy’s breasts increased.

She let out a mangled cry. She repeatedly opened and closed her fists. The three men stood there as the naked woman squirmed in the chair and let out cries of pain.

“Ready to talk?” asked Sam.

“I . . I . . I,” went Kristy.

Sam gestured to the two men who then came over to her with weights that seemed to be the size of bowling balls.

“No,” cried Kristy.

The men start to switch the weights out. “Please,” said Kristy. “Please!”

The men finished and Kristy felt a new wave of pain. She cried out as her chest felt like it was on fire. She was being pulled by her chest so much that her butt left the seat. The men watched as she grunted and clenched her body. A layer of sweat had formed on Kristy. The men spent the next several minutes watching her.

“Really to talk?” asked Sam.

The only response that Kristy could give was an unintelligent cry.

“Do it,” ordered Sam of the two men.

They went over to the weights while Kristy barely noticed that they were there. They unattached the weights and her breasts came back.

Kristy let out a cry of a relief. Her head rolled to the side as she sat there breathing heavily.

After a few moments, Sam went over to her. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked with a neutral tone.

“Please,” said Kristy looking up at him with effort. “Please stop it. I won’t tell anyone what you did. Please . . . let me go.”

“Now I’m going to do part two,” said Sam. He held out his hand and Albert handed him a candle. Sam took out a lighter and lit it. “You see this is part of a routine I sometimes do with the girls I bring in here. Do you know what candle play is?”

He held the candle up to Kristy’s face and she stared at the flame. “Let’s just say with them being naked I try to find ways to keep them warm.”

Sam held the candle over Kristy and tipped it over. Melted wax spilled down and landed on one of her breasts.

“Aghh,” cried Kristy. She weakly flopped about in the chair.

“Tell me who else is spying on us,” said Sam. “Is it worth this?”

Kristy was breathing heavily. “Please . . . I . . . can’t we just forget about it? You’re . . . right . . . I stole so I can’t go to cops. Just let me go and this is over.”

“Not the right answer,” said Sam. He dripped more hot wax onto Kristy’s breast, this time closer to her nipple.

Kristy screamed again. She thrust her body away from the chair, but the restraints held her in place.

Sam watched her moved and then handed the candle back to Albert. “Let’s be more direct,” said Sam.

He grabbed Kristy’s nipple and twisted. The pain went through her like a truck. “Ahhh!!!” She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her shoulder with his free hand and held her. Her body spasmed as her damaged nerves screamed at her.

Oh God, it hurts!!! It hurst so bad! Make it stop! Make it stop!

Sam held on to her as she kept wailing. This went on for almost a minute. Stacy doesn’t have kids, thought Stacy in a frenzy. She has no one!

“Stacy,” cried Kristy. “Stacy Fine!”

“Is she in the company?” asked Sam stilling holding onto Kristy’s breast.

“Yes, she came here to find the program to,” screamed Kristy. “There were four of us! We were students of Grower’s! We just wanted to get her program back!”

Sam let go of Kristy. She stopped screaming and her head fell back.

“Tell the boss,” said Sam quietly to Albert.

Sam turned back to Kristy. “Let’s get her into the box,” he said to Anthony.

to be continued . . .

 

[A Viewer]

I can’t believe I told them, but the pain was so horrible, thought Kristy as she sat in a box. It was small enough that she had to curl up in a ball to fit. She coughed heavily. Shortly after being put in, a foul-smelling gas was pumped into the box. Kristy tried to block the hole that the gas was coming through with her hands after rolling about but it did not work. She then tried to beat on the sides of the box to get out, but it was locked and the material it was made of held.

Time passed but Kristy could not tell how much as she laid there in a cramped space coughing.



The box was opened, and Kristy was dragged out by Anthony and Albert. They pulled her to Sam who was looking at something in his hands.

“You had a nice rest?” asked Sam.

“What was that?” asked Kristy. “In the air?”

“A taste of city life,” answered Sam. “Some exhaust from an engine.”

“You could’ve killed me.”

“The chemicals were watered down,” said Sam as he showed Kristy what he was holding in his hand. “I thought you might want to know how your friend is doing.” The object that Sam was holding was a picture. In it was Stacy, the friend that Kristy gave up. Her light brown was partially over her face, but Kristy still recognized that the face was in an expression of intense pain.

Oh no, thought Kristy as a pang of guilt went through her.

“You see, Stacy didn’t want to talk at first,” said Sam. He took out another picture behind the first one. In it, Stacy’s arms were held up by restraints and her breasts were visible. Her mouth was opened as if she was screaming. “Once we told her you were the one that gave her up, she started talking about you so if there’s anything that you haven’t shared with us now is the time to do so. She already told us that this was your idea. Once you heard about your beloved teacher getting ‘ripped off’ you approached your fellow students about doing something. She hasn’t told us about the others, but she will and if you don’t before she does it’s only going to be more painful.”

“Please don’t,” said Kristy. “Like you said, it was my idea. You don’t need her or the others. I was the one who took the program.”

“No, that’s not how this works,” said Sam coming to her. He put his foot on her head forcing her face to the floor. “These women came into our offices and tried to take from us. They schemed to take what’s rightfully the company’s. They need to be made an example of. We’re going to find you and your schemer friends, we’re going to punish you, and then we going to deal with you. Now, who are the other girls!?”

“Please, just take me,” said Kristy. “Let the others go!”

Sam pressed down harder. “You think you can play on my emotions like you did before? No way because now I’m pissed and I’m going to make you pay for every honey coated lie you told me.”

“It wasn’t a lie,” said Kristy. “I did like you.”

“Shut up! Get her ready.”

Sam removed the foot and Albert picked her up and dragged her across the room.

They reached a post and Albert brought her hands behind her and around it. Kristy tried to struggle but they managed to get her wrists into a pair of leather cuffs attached to the post followed by her ankles.

Anthony came over holding a hood attached to an oxygen tank. The hood was quickly put over Kristy’s head. She shook her head as she found that she could not see. She breathed rapidly and realized that oxygen was coming through the hose that attached the tank to the hood.

Kristy sat there on her knees and waited nervously for whatever was going to happened next.

“OK, start,” ordered Sam.

Anthony turned the nozzle on the tank shutting off the air from the hood.

“You see, Babe, everything about you is now under my control,” said Sam. “Your body, your pain, and the air you breath.”

Kristy realized that there was not any air coming through the hose and started to shake. After a few seconds she started to pull on the cuffs, but they held. Kristy swung her naked body about waving her breasts through the air causing them to sting. She tried desperately to suck in air, but nothing came. She continued to struggle over the next minute. Kristy’s hands opened and closed. Her lungs started to burn. Oh God, she thought. They’re going to kill me!

Kristy waved her head about as she made muffled cries. She pressed herself against the post as she moved.

Sam nodded to Anthony, and he then grabbed the tank and turned the nozzle letting air flow into the hood.

“You feel that?” asked Sam. “Sweet air. You want to keep breathing then you start talking. Just nod when you want to share their names.”

Kristy eagerly sucked in the air that was coming into the hood. The burning in her chest started to go away. Her body shook as the needed oxygen entered it.

Sam stood there and watched her for a moment. “OK, again.”

Anthony went over and grabbed the nozzle. Kristy desperately shook and made muffled cries. No, she thought. No! No! He turned the nozzle cutting off her air again.

Anthony stepped back and the three men watched as Kristy struggled against the post and the hood.

She tried to suck in the remaining air but soon there was none. She shook her head trying to get the hood off, but it stayed on. As she shook her head the tank moved along the floor of the room making noise. In her desperation Kristy leaned forward trying to reach the nozzle with her head but it did not work.

The men watched as Kristy performed a strange dance with her struggling.

No, she thought. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I can’t tell them, right? The way Stacy looked. That was because of me . . . but my chest . . . it hurts. They’re hurting me so much! Kate has kids, I’ve visited them . . . the pain.

Kristy banged her knees on the floor. She twisted herself around the post. Kristy took deep breaths but got nothing. She shook her upper body and cried out. Don’t let me die. Don’t let me die!

The men watched her for about a minute then Sam went over to her. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked. “Just nod.”

Kristy desperately nodded.

Sam reached down and took off the hood. Kristy sucked in a deep breath. Tears ran down her face as she continued to breathe deeply.

“Now, who are the other spies in the company?” asked Sam. “Talk or the hood goes back on.”

“Please, it wasn’t my idea,” said Kristy. “They wanted to do it and I just went along.”

“That’s not what Stacy said,” said Sam.

“She’s lying,” said Kristy.

“Enough with this,” said Sam. He went up to her and grabbed one of her breasts and twisted. She let out a cry and her eyes watered. “Who are the spies? We’re looking through your social media and we will find all your friends. It’s only a matter of time before we find out who’s involve. The only way to avoid more pain is to tell us.”

“Please one of them has kids,” said Kristy nearly crying.

“Well, they should’ve set a better example,” said Sam. He squeezed her breast harder. “Who are they? You only just causing yourself more pain.”

“Please,” said Kristy sobbing. “Please. Please.”

Sam looked at her for a second. “Not so smug now, huh? You thought you were so clever sneaking in and starting a relationship with me. Now look at you.”

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want,” said Kristy. “Just leave them alone. Let Stacy go. I’ll make sure she doesn’t tell anyone.”

Sam grabbed her face and held it up to him. He smiled as he watched tears run across her cheeks. “You know, I think you need to cool off.” He looked at the other men who had come up to them. They quickly undid the restraints. “Time for a bath.”

The two men grabbed Kristy and lifted her off the ground. They carried her across the room where there was a large glass tank filled with water and ice.

“No,” cried Kristy when she saw where they were going. “No! No!” She tried to struggle but they carried her to the tank and threw her in.

Water splashed onto the floor and the cold stabbed her body like a sword. The men then quickly picked up a lid and placed it over the tank. Kristy struck at it as the men locked it into place.

“I think you need some time to soak,” said Sam as he sat down on a nearby bench. “Enjoy your bath, Honey.”

Kristy wrapped her arms around herself as her body immediately began to shake.

The three men once again watched as Kristy suffered.

Oh God, it’s so cold, thought Kristy. I’ve only been here for a minute, and I want out! I’m not going to make it. Oh God, help me!

Kristy thrashed about in the water sending it sloshing around. There was only a thin space of air between the water and the lid. Kristy pushed on the lid, but it would not budge. She wrapped her arms around herself again. She looked through the glass at Sam who watched from the bench. She pleaded at him with her eyes, but he sat there impassive. She cried out.

Time passed and Kristy felt the cold settle into her. It reached into her muscles and joints. She moved about trying to stay warm, but it did nothing. Chunks of ice touched her skin sending needles of cold through her. She tried to push and kick the ice to the end of the tank by her feet. Once most of it was in that area, she curled up into a ball to stay away from it. Minutes passed and she was still cold. The cold in the water was enveloping her body. As she realized this Kristy cried out in frustration.

“Ready to talk yet, Sweetie?” asked Sam in a cruel tone.

Kristy thrashed at the sides of the tank. Why is this happening to me? I was trying to do something good. They stole it from her. I was getting it back. Why is this happening to me? How can they do this to me!? This isn’t right! This isn’t fair! She breathed heavily as her body shook. She realized that the pain she felt from her breasts was numbed but they did not bring her any comfort.

More time passed. Kristy spun around in the water as the cold was the only thing she could think about. It’s cold. It so cold. I want to get warm. I can’t tell them but I’m cold. It hurts. I think I’m cramping up. The cold’s everywhere.

She looked at the glass of the lid above her head and it fogged up from her breath. Kristy looked over at Sam. “Please let me out,” she cried.

“You just have to tell who they are,” said Sam.

Kristy cried out and wrapped her arms around herself again. She had trouble feeling her feet. She started to sob. Why won’t this end!? I’ve got to tell them! I can’t take this! I’m so sorry! The faces of her friends went through her mind. She remembered having lunch with them, talking about what they learned in class and other things. I’m sorry but I can’t. Kristy let out a moan.

Sam went up to the tank and knocked on the lid. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked. “Once you do then this is all over.”

Kristy closed her eyes. I can’t do this. I’m sorry. The images of her friends went through her mind but the cold pressed down on her. She could not stop shaking. She looked up at the lid and saw Sam’s sneering face.

“Please,” Kristy begged.

“Just tell us the names,” said Sam.

The numbness had spread up Kristy’s legs. No. No. No. She shook her head violently. I can’t do this! I’m not a secret agent. Why am I doing this!? I just want the pain to stop!!!

“OK, I’ll tell you,” said Kristy nearly crying. “Just get me out of here.”

“The names first,” said Sam.

Tears ran off from her eyes and were already forming ice crystals. “Laura . . . Laura Reed.” Kristy buried her face into her hands. I’m so sorry Laura. I’m so sorry.

The lid was taken off the tank and her shoulders and legs were grabbed before she was pulled out.

to be continued . . .

 

[A Viewer]

Kristy was thrown on the floor and wiped down by Anthony and Albert. Sam stood over her. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Kristy laid there shaking. She tried to grab one of the towels to wrap around herself, but Anthony pulled it away. She cried out and wrapped her arms around herself.

Sam watched as Kristy wiggled on the floor. “While we checked out the new name, you’ll have someplace nice to sit.” He gestured to Anthony who rolled Kristy onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back.

“Please stop this,” said Kristy. “No more!” Anthony tied her hands behind her back.

“Just making sure you stay put,” said Sam.

Anthony pulled her to her feet and dragged her across the room. Her legs were still numb, so she stumbled and fell but the man’s grip kept her from hitting the floor. Albert grabbed her other arm and the two men dragged her to the other side of the room.

The sight of a wooden pony came into view. “No,” cried Kristy recognizing it from a picture on the internet. “No, please! Not on there!”

“You still don’t get it?” asked Sam following them. “You’re not in control of anything here, I am. I decide what’s going to happen to you.”

Kristy tried to resist but her legs were still too numb. She tried to walk but her leg gave out again. The men continued to drag her to the awful device.

Kristy was lifted up and put on the wedge. It was not razor sharp, but it persistently burrowed into Kristy’s opening. She gave a soft cry. The two men then quickly attached to her ankles to weights that had been attached to her breasts. Finally, a rope from the ceiling was attached to her arms.

Sam watched her as she sat on the pony with an expression that show her discomfort. “Now, while don’t you sit here and think about what you’ve done while we visit your friend?” asked Sam. He turned and walked away followed by the other men.

“No, please,” begged Kristy. “Stop this please! I gave you the name! Can’t you just leave me on the floor!? Please don’t go! Don’t leave me like this!”

The men ignored her cries leaving the room and shutting the door behind them.



Kristy sat there on the pony. Time passed and the wedge seemed to creep deeper inside her. She took deep breaths and tried to stay still because when she moved it set jolts of discomfort through her.

Time dripped by. Kristy could not tell how much time was passing, just that her existence seemed to slow to a speed like molasses. Even as she remained still the pain between her legs grew. A new layer of sweat began to form on her skin.

She looked at the door actually wishing that they would come back so they could take her off the device.

Kristy moved her legs trying to lessen the pressure the weights were putting on her, but they just kept pulling downward. She sobbed and continued to feel the pain that was growing.

A few minutes later, Kristy started turning about on the pony. It set stabbing feelings through her, but she was desperate to find a way to lessen the persistent pain that was there even when her body was still. The rope attached to her arms pulled them in a bad angle as she moved. She moved her hands trying to get them loose, but the rope held. She moved her feet, but the weights were still attached.

Kristy, from on top of the pony, looked around the room, at the place that has become her personal hell. She looked at the various torture devices, some that have not been used on her and wondered if Sam would employ them to. Dread grew inside her. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. How did this happen!? I was trying to do the right thing! She let out a few sobs.

More time passed, and the pain grew as the wedge made it’s way inside of her. Kristy let out some groans and the sweat on her skin was becoming a coating.

She tried a couple more time to test her bonds but the pain that shot through her was worse than before. Some hair was plastered on her face, and she shook her head to move it, but it would not go. Her legs were sore as was her lower abdomen. Kristy’s arms also felt stiff from being tied for so long.

Oh, please God help me, prayed Kristy. I don’t want to die down here. I was trying to do the right thing. It was the right thing!

Kristy sat on the pony and the time continued to slowly move by. A stream of sweat ran down the side of the pony. It dropped onto the floor hitting one of the weights as it did so.

Kristy tried to ignore the pain. She tried to think about time she spent with family and friends. As she did so she remembered a lunch she had with her fellow students and then she remembered the picture they showed of Stacy. Guilt went through her, and she nearly begun to cry. I hope she’s OK. Maybe they weren’t able to get to Laura. Maybe she’s OK and she’s called the police. If they tried to get her then she must’ve figured out it had something to do with the company and she calls the police and then they find me. I’m going to be rescued.

Just then the door opened. Kristy looked up and for a moment in her desperation she imagined the police coming in, but it was actually Sam and the other men.

“Hello,” said Sam with a wicked smile. “How was your alone time?”

Kristy felt her hopes die. “All the time that we were together I never knew that you were so cruel,” she said in a stained voice.

“Hey, I’m not the one who slept with someone to strike a blow for some feminist cause,” said Sam. “You’re the bad guy here and now you’re facing the consequences.”

Albert and Anthony stood on either side of Kristy and waited. “Please get me down,” begged Kristy.

“First, you’re going to answer a few questions,” said Sam. “Is it true that you want to take a boat ride around the Mediterranean?”

Kristy’s heart sank. I only told Laura that. “You have her.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty late,” said Sam. “Everyone’s home in bed so it’s not like they can see us coming. You should see the things we were doing to her. She’s telling us a lot so that means you don’t have a lot of time to confess. Remember if we find all the other spies before you talk it will only get worse for you.”

“Let them go,” pleaded Kristy. “It was my idea.”

“Which is why you’re going to get punished,” said Sam. “The others though need to be made an example of. We can’t have people thinking that they can steal from us.”

“No one will know,” said Kristy. “It’s not like we were going to brag to people.”

“Word would get out,” said Sam. “It always does.”

The pain between Kristy’s legs was not only growing but it was always there wearing on her. Her desperation to get rid of it kept screaming at her. “Please, at least take me off here! It hurts so bad!”

“Not until you give us the last name. You said that there was four of you, that’s what the others said to. Just give us the last name. It will only take a second and then your pain will be gone.”

Kristy’s leg involuntary shook sending more pain through her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“You know we can just leave you alone to think about it,” said Sam turning to the door.

“No,” cried Kristy. “Please don’t do that! I can’t take this anymore!”

“Then tell us the name,” said Sam. “You said that she has kids, right? I promise that they won’t be harmed.”

Kristy took several more deep breaths and her hands opened and closed. Oh God, this hurts so much. I just want this be over. I never asked for this.

“Rachel Downing,” said Kristy. Why did I say that!? She’s not involved!

“I don’t think so,” said Sam. “Rachel joined the company before you, before Grower, I checked the employee records.”

Oh no, thought Kristy in terror.

“Lying to me, well I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Sam. “Well, we’re still go to get down from there. We have another way to get you to talk.”

Kristy had to keep herself from crying as the men began to undo her bonds. They pulled her off the pony and dragged her across the room. She desperately wanted to struggle but was too weak from everything that she went through.

The men dragged her towards the table she first waked up on. More whipping, thought Kristy.

The man laid her on the table and secured her hands and feet. Sam went up to her, but she did not see a whip.

“You just had to tell us the truth,” said Sam. “You know, you really brought this on yourself.”

“Please, no more,” said Kristy nearly sobbing. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No, ‘Honey’, we’re just going to make you wish that you were dead,” said Sam. He held up a taser and pressed the button. Sparks flew from the two pongs.

“No,” moaned Kristy.

Sam jammed the taser into Kristy’s stomach. “Ahh!”

He drew it back and watched her squirm on the table. “What more?” asked Sam. “OK.” He stabbed her underarm with it and gave her a jolt.

“Ahh! Please for the love of God, stop!”

“Not yet,” said Sam. “Give me the name!”

He stabbed her hip. “Ahh!”

“Give me the damn name!”

He struck one of her breasts reigniting the pain there. “Ahh!!!”

“The name!” He watched her flopped about on the table. The restraints dug into her wrists and ankles threatening to break the skin.

“This is your fault,” said Sam. “Remember that.” He put the taser between her legs and gave her a shock. The pain combined with that from the pony, and it was like nothing she had ever felt before.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” She could not think. She just thrashed about like an animal. “Ahhh!!!”

Sam waited for Kristy to settle down. As she laid there nearly hyperventilating, he raised the taser again.

“I think we should try that again,” said Sam. “In fact, I think that’s where we should do this for now on.”

“No please,” she begged.

Sam gave her another jolt between her legs.

“Ahhh!!!” Her scream sounded inhuman. She thrashed about pulling muscles in her arms and legs but not noticing or caring. The white-hot pain in between her legs was the only thing that existed, it was her universe.

Sam waited for Kristy to settle down. He then raised the taser on her shaven crotch. “So we do it again?”

“No,” screamed Kristy knowing that she was going to tell them everything. “Her name’s Kate Golden. Her kids are Gwen and Sue! It was Me, Stacy, Laura and Kate! I will tell you everything! I swear. I will tell you everything!”

Sam looked down at her and smiled that evil smile. “I know you will.” He patted her head. “Good girl.”

Kristy began to cry knowing that she was beaten. “Kate lives at 231 Hanes Drive. There’s a key underneath a rock. We met at a local restaurant to plan this. Grower has us over her place after class. That where we learned about the program. Please, I will tell you everything! Please, just don’t hurt me anymore!”

“Keep talking,” said Sam. “We’ll see what happens.” He stroked the side of her face with the inactivated taser causing Kristy jerked. “Just remember, what happens to you is up to me.”

to be continued . . .

 

[A Viewer]

Kristy was in the box. She kept coughing as the noxious fumes were pumped in. I can’t believe it. I gave them all up . . . but the pain, it was so terrible. Oh God, what’s going to happen to me now!?

She started to cry as she continued to cough. She shook as shame and dread overcame her. She kept seeing her classmates’ faces in her mind and remembered the taser between her legs and all the horrible things that happened to her.

Time passed and the box was opened. Anthony and Albert dragged her out. Sam held up some more photos with a smile on his face. “I’ve got some stuff I thought that you might want to see.”

He showed her one photo. It was of Stacy who was screaming as she was being sprayed with something. “We thought she would like a shower though it might be a little hot for her. You see the burns?” He showed her another photo. Laura had a pained expression on her face. Not far away a pair of hands were hold a pair of jumper cables. “It didn’t take her long to talk especially when we told her how you gave her up.” The next picture showed Kate screaming with her eyes closed. Her hair appeared wet. “We dunked her under for around a minute. You would think she would last longer but she broke quickly and started giving the rest of you up.”

Sam smiling as he looked at the picture. He then showed Kristy another one. It was of Heather Grower, the teacher she had admired but betrayed. She was sitting in a chair with her hands in her face as if she were ashamed. She was naked and Kristy thought she could see bruises on the dark skin that was from her Indian heritage. “We gave her a working over to. She not only gave you all up, but she even gave us some ideas about the program that she had been holding back.”

“Please, why are you doing?” asked Kristy as she laid on the floor. Albert grabbed her hair and pulled back on it causing her to cry out. Her breasts were pushed onto the hard floor. “It’s . . . just that you’re a software company. You’re not supposed to act like this!”

“We protect what is ours,” said Sam. “What makes us different from other companies is that we don’t stop at anything to show that we won’t be made fools of.”

Sam stepped closer to her and gave her a look. “We also reward our employees.”

With that Anthony and Albert lifted Kristy up and dragged her across the room. She did not struggle but then saw that they were taking her over to a mattress that had been brought in while she was in the box.

“What’s going on?” cried Kristy.

“Oh, you know,” said Sam following them. “All that time you spent on your back with me for your teacher I thought I would let these guys have a taste for all their help.”

“No,” cried Kristy and she swung her arms and legs. They threw her onto the mattress and Anthony climbed on top of her. He held her down as he unzipped his fly. Kristy tried to get out from beneath him, but he grabbed her face and held her in place.

“Now now,” said Sam. “You wouldn’t want us to hurt you again now, would you?”

Kristy froze. The thoughts of what they did to her filled her with dread. Anthony thrust himself into her.

Kristy closed her eyes. “No,” she moaned. “No. No.”

Anthony thrust into her. He grunted and he kept thrusting. Pain from the wounds made by the taser shot through Kristy’s crotch. He suddenly grabbed one of her breasts causing her to cry out in pain.

“As you’re enjoying this think about your friends and your teacher and all the fun they’ve had,” said Sam. “We did other things beside what I’ve told you. We had all kinds of fun with them and it’s all your fault.”

Anthony held her arms down by the wrist and continued thrusting. The images of the photos went through Kristy’s mind. It’s all my fault! I deserve this!

Anthony continued thrusting increasing the pain in Kristy’s crotch. She bit her lip to try to keep from screaming but pained grunts escaped her. Anthony stared down at her with a frightenedly blank expression. He moved his body in a mechanical fashion. Suddenly he sped up. Kristy cried out as his thrusts sent more stabs of pain through her. Soon he clenched his whole body as he slammed himself into her. He came and Kristy felt the invading semen shoot into her.

They raped me, thought Kristy in shock as Anthony pulled out of her. She wrapped her arms around her chest and closed her eyes as she tried to block out what happened.

Suddenly she felt someone grabbed her legs and lift them up. Kristy opened her eyes and saw Albert putting her legs over his shoulders and begin thrusting into her.

“No, please,” she cried. “I need a break!”

No one responded and Albert continued to wildly thrust into her. Kristy screamed as she felt as if her vagina was being cut open. Albert’s face had a wild expression of animal pleasure. He grunted and then raised his face to the ceiling and closed his eyes. He gasped as he savored the pleasure going through him.

Kristy screamed out and waved her arms about. She wanted to strike Albert but just laid there as he raped her. Albert wrapped his arms around her legs and continued thrusting. He made crude noises and had a smile on his face. Albert remembered seeing Kristy suffering as he thrust. He held onto the images of her screaming in pain as he had his way with her. He started to thrust even harder sending a new wave of pain through Kristy’s opening.

Kristy scream and flailed about. She slapped Albert but he did not even notice. He continued using her, violating her as he rode a wave of pleasure. His grunts kept getting louder and louder.

“Oh yeah,” he managed to say.

Kristy closed her eyes and begged God for it to be over soon. Her back started to feel sore from being so roughly pushed across the mattress.

Albert opened his eyes and grunted. He felt the pressure building. He gripped hard into Kristy’s legs causing her to cry out. He then came and opened his mouth for a slight moan.

Albert pulled out of Kristy. She wrapped herself into a ball on the mattress and softly cried.

The men stood there watching her for a moment. “You know, I think we should have one last go, for old time’s sake,” said Sam. “Besides, now I get to enjoy it without having to worry about being gentle.”

“No,” cried Kristy. She tried to move back but he leapt onto her. He forced her against the mattress and quickly entered her.

Kristy closed her eyes and screamed from the fresh pain.

“No,” said Sam grabbing her face. “You look at me. I want you to see it!” He thrust into her several times. Kristy cried out repeatedly.

“On second thought,” said Sam. He redrew from her vagina. Sam then flipped her onto her stomach. “As much fun that it would be rip it apart, I want to try the other hole.” He then pulled apart her butt cheeks and entered her.

“No,” cried Kristy as she held onto the mattress. She felt a new wave of shame. She gritted her teeth as her virgin butt was penetrated for the first time.

Sam let out a mighty grunt. He began to thrust hard into Kristy making his way deeper and deeper into her butt.

Kristy let out some unintelligent sobs. She stared at a wall. Sam repeatedly thrusted into her as he made a series of noises.

Take this you little slut, thought Sam angrily. You little spy! You think you can use me! You think you can make me look like a fool! I’ll show you! You haven’t been through anything yet! You don’t know what pain is, but I will show you!

Kristy tried to stare at the wall and block out what was going on, but the pain kept bring her back. While her butt screamed at her Sam’s movements rubbed her vagina and breasts against the mattress causing more pain. She held onto the mattress like it was a lifeboat. She screamed and cried out while tears ran down her face. Her hair was plastered to her head and her body was stroke with flames of pain.

Sam kept thrusting hard, grabbing Kristy back making her scream more. He occasionally slapped her butt. You like that? He wondered. It’s what you deserved! You and your little friends are going to Hell and it’s what you all deserve! Ha! You’re going to take whatever I give you! All of it!

Kristy let out some more screams as her mind went blank and she thrashed around weakly.

Oh yeah, thought Sam. This feels good! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah!!!

Sam flooded Kristy with his semen. She thought she felt herself tear somewhere. She clenched her body as he ejaculated.

Kristy gave a soft moan as Sam pulled out. She laid there with a blank expression on her face. She felt defeated in every way.

Sam stood in front of the mattress with his penis hanging out. He stared at the violated butt with a smile on his face. “Get her cleaned up,” he ordered. “We got some place to be.”



Sam entered the large auditorium. He looked at the rows of chairs facing the stage and remembered seeing Kristy when she came for her employee orientation. He pushed down the feeling of betrayal and headed towards the stage followed by Anthony and Albert pulling a large suitcase on wheels.



Sam and the other men joined Kevin on the stage. “I give you the spy,” said Sam to Kevin.

The suitcase was opened, and Sam reached inside. He then pulled Kristy out by her hair and let her fall to the floor. Anthony and Albert picked her up by her arms.

Kristy looked around. It was the auditorium which the company used for presentations. It was afterhours and the area was deserted but Kristy saw Heather and her classmates in the first row. They were naked and their hands were tied behind their backs. They looked up at her with distraught expressions on their faces. A large man stood guard on either end of the row.

“I’m so sorry,” said Kristy under her breath. The men led her across the stage and towards a chair in the center.

Next to the chair was a small generator. “Like it?” asked Sam. “It was something I came up with. It was originally for electro play but I removed all the safeties and now . . . it’s for your sentence.”

They’re going to kill me, thought Kristy. Her heart raced but deep inside she knew that she was not going to fight back.

The men sat her down in the chair. They then strapped her wrists to the arms. A metal crown was placed on her head with the electros inside touching her forehead.

“We are now ready to past sentence,” said Kevin to the women facing the stage. “This is the price for when someone tries to steal from us, for when someone doesn’t know their place. This is where you’ve been led to, ladies. We will now begin.”

Sam held a remote control to Kevin. “You want to?” asked Sam.

“No, you do it,” answered Kevin. “We award our employees for good work.”

Sam smiled. I love working here. He turned to Kristy. She sat there with tears in her eyes. “You weren’t the best lay I’ve had. More like 3 on a scale of ten.”

Kristy felt herself tremble. I’m going to die. They’re going to kill me. Images from her life flashed through her mind. She looked out at the other women. She wanted to beg their forgiveness, but she could not speak. As Sam raised his finger to the remote, she shut her eyes.

Fry bitch. Sam pressed a button. Kristy was hit by a wave of electricity. “Aghhh!!!”

Laura and Stacy closed their eyes, but Heather and Kate watched as Kristy flopped around in the chair.

The young woman spasmed, her hands digging into the arms of the chair. “Aghhh! Aghh!” Her head threw back. Her breast jiggled. Her eyes rolled back into her head. The pain took over her whole mind.

Sam watched Kristy spasmed and shook. He switched off the machine. After a moment Kristy’s body stopped twitching and her head fell forward.

Sam put on a glove and went over to check her. “She’s dead,” he said turning to Kevin.

“Sentence carried out,” said Kevin to those gathered.

Her classmates cried but Heather just stared straight ahead. What have I done?

“What should we do with the body?” asked Sam taking off the glove.

“An employee has access to a waste treatment facility,” answered Kevin. “After a few hours in one of their tanks anything biological will be eaten by the bacteria.

Anthony and Albert were already removing the corpse. Sam watched them heading to the exit. Goodbye and burn in hell, Slut, he thought.

“What about the others?” asked Sam turning back to Kevin. The women sat there terrified at what was to come.

“I have some ideas,” answered Kevin. “Right now, you and your coworkers can have some more fun with them.”

I love this job, thought Sam smiling.

The End

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[Barbaria1]

Phewww … no one likes HR … but this was something else!

 

[Loinclothslave]

“What about the others?”

“Permanent bonded slavery”

Magnificent story!