It happens

Elm swung the door open into the bathroom and found Vanessa there checking herself in the mirror.

"What do you want," she asked mildly annoyed. She paused for a second then seemed to remember something. "Oh, right you’re the new guy. I don't know why they need another security guard when everyone else is just robots. Maybe to make sure I don't go insane." She half-heartedly laughed at her own joke. Yeah, don't go insane Elm thought to himself looking everywhere except where Vanessa was.

"What's the matter? You look like I caught you stealing from the cookie jar or something," Vanesa asked Elm. You can do this. Just try and not think about it too hard. It will be fine if you do Elm tried prepping himself.

"Oh nothing," he responded trying to **** himself to look Vanesa in the face. For a split second Vanny gave him an annoyed look, but her eyes cleared back to green as Vanesa came back. Elm started to chew up all of his insides and just went on with it. There was no getting out of this one. "Well, I guess I need some help with something. If you were willing to help show me." Elm cringed internally at this transition.

"Sure, what do you need help with" Vanesa asked putting her hands on her hip, making the fabric around her breasts tighten and giving them better definition. This would have been something that Elm would never had given much thought into, because it just happens, but now it seemed to have a greater focus.

"Can you show me how the pipes under the sink operate" Elm gave her.

"I guess. I'll be honest though that I don't really know much about them, only how to make sure they don't leak, if that helps at all," Vanesa replied going down on her knees to get underneath the sink.

"That would be fine," Elm responded as she looked back expectantly for him to kneel down with her. He took one tentative step forwards, and then **** himself to make another, and then one more. He could hear the battle drum that was his heart in his ears as he looked down at Vanessa, standing next to her.

"What's the matter," Vanessa asked Elm probably noticing his state of fear radiating off from himself. "Look if you are here because of an employee evaluation or something its fine, I have done a few here of there. It's just how it works here. Now come on and let’s just get this over with please. I need to get back to the job."

Elm nodded not being able to agree more and trying not to think about it at all he grabbed Vanessa by the waist. She paused and gave him an incredulous look as he now stood above her. Then the realization of what was happening hit her as her eyes widened. Elm cupped his hand over her mouth muffling the cry she tried to breathe out.

"I am sorry," Elm whispered in her ear. He held her there for a second as she tried her best to get out of his grasp. Kicking and squirming it was surprisingly easy to hold her down, like she was just a cat in his hands. Why though, maybe it was those upgrades he got last night. Oh, what did it matter, he was just trying to prolong this. Wasn't he? Elm gripped Vanessa tighter to himself like a child to a stuffed bear. He took one deep breath in and let everything in his mind dissipate, turning to his one goal here.

Elm unwrapped his one hand around Vanesa's waist and threw his weight on top of her. There was a little yelp of pain from Vanesa. Elm didn't think about it. He grabbed her white button up shirt from the back of the neck collar and ripped it off her body. Well, more like tear it off like tissue paper as the fabric tore apart in his hands. Elm was taken aback by this, unaware he had this much strength. The way the fabric had been ripped made it so that what Vanessa was still wearing of her shirt was the sleeves.

Elm taken aback then went for Vanessa's bra which again all he had to do was pull at the strings and they snapped, letting the cups fall onto the floor in front of Vanessa. She was trying to howl out under the muffle that was Elm's hand. At this point Elm had blocked out that part of this situation and solely focused on the task. He noticed how clear and smooth her skin was as he ran his free hand across her back. He could feel her tense up underneath his grip as he guided his hand down to her pants.

With little effort he pulled the pants and panties she was wearing down reveling her ass and pussy. He felt the wet marks of what could have only been Vanessa's tears on his hand that was covering her mouth as he continued to work. He pulled her pants off of her and decided that she was sufficiently naked enough. Still, she would struggle a lot and probably get off if he just went straight for it. He did not want this to go on longer than it had to. Looking over the clothes he went to do the second part of this task.

Elm started to wrap all the bits of clothing and fabric around Vanessa, tying her limbs up as well as giving her a muffler. Elm wasn't quite aware of how Vanessa was reacting to all of this at this point. By blocking everything it was as if he were a man possessed as he tightened the binds. Vanessa was still struggling but at this point there was little she could do against Elm.

He shook his head before the image sank in his head. He still had a task to do after all, this was all this was. Elm took off his pants and revealed an embarrassingly hard cock. Without a word or emotion on his part, he crawled over to Vanessa, until he was above her. His eyes were glazed over as Vanessa looked up with pure despair, eyes red and puffy from crying. If Elm were paying attention, it might have just broken him down to the finest flour. But he wasn't, so he didn't care, and he didn't break.

All Elm did was lower himself in the missionary position, penetrating Vanessa. A muffled howl came from her as he let himself sink into her. Vanessa tried desperately like a wild animal on its last legs of life to break free from this horrible experience. Slowly Elm started to raise his hips up and down, starting a rhythmic pounding into Vanessa. It was a slow pace at least, enough to at least make this part of it somewhat enjoyable or at least Elm hoped. Really, he had left all thinking about this behind, all that really was in his mind was a worry that this wasn't enough. That Vanny would want more.

There was no way, she would have had to have her fill of this if he just pumped into Vanessa. He was **** her for Christ’s sake. Elm thought back to the three encounters he has had with that psycho. He groaned to himself from the apt conclusion he came to. That bitch wants a show. From his hollow chambers a fire emerged forth from his body as he continued to pound Vanessa. If that damn bitch wanted a show fine. She would get one.

Elm picked up his **** in pounding Vanessa, possible bruising her with the **** he was exerting, though he was unaware. His anger was too brattled to allow him to notice as he continued his ****. He threw his head over to Vanessa's neck and started licking and kissing her. The crying from Vanessa grew at its highest peak as Elm continued to go in and out, in this outburst.

Then before even Elm noticed he was climaxing inside of Vanessa, pumping out a lot more cum than he had ever in his life. He had to stop himself as it lasted for maybe about half a minute, pumping the thickest stream in his life. Looking down he noticed it was spilling out in the same ridiculously way it did in hentai. Well, that pill really did something.

"Well, that was a great little act you put on. And the way you treated that oh so poor woman. Couldn't say I could have done it better myself," Vanny told Elm with the muffler down to her neck, a giddy grin. "However, I hope that isn't the end. This bitch has a lot more to be broken down." Elm stared at Vanny and her confidence, all tied up and at the mercery of Elm. She then added, "Also I think you could be a little rougher too."

Elm snapped and slapped her with all of his might. Enough so that his hand stung like hell after it made contact, in fact that may have been the hardest he had ever slapped somebody. It was deserved though. There was no way he was going to go on with this. He had done enough; she could cry about it all she wanted but he won't continue. Wait, she is crying? Elm refocused his gaze over to Vanessa crying as a red print laid across the side of her face along with a trickle of blood pouring from the corner of her mouth. Elm frowned at the sight and with guilt in his soul tried to get out of the room. Emphasis on tried as he slammed himself into the door. But it held true in its closed position.

"You can’t escape this dear master. Not until she has had enough. And right now, she needs to learn more from you, a lot more," Vanny told Elm still with that giddy shit eating grin. There was no escaping this. He had to finish this.