Slow torment

 I won’t waste too much time describing my opinions on Arthur. Suffice to say that he already showed me far less respect than I deserved as his boss, and if there was one person I didn’t want to see me in this particular position, it was him. 
     But it didn’t matter. I was **** and would accept help from a neo-Nazi howler monkey if it could get me that damn key. I tried to use my eyes to indicate where it was, since I didn’t have any other way to indicate. He looked at me in a way I found almost frightening, but then followed my gaze to the key. I could tell that he had figured it out. I sighed in relief. I’m not sure how it came out. 
    He looked at the key then back at me.


 “Yes,” he said, slowly. “I could definitely pick up that key and give it to you. But you’re going to have to convince me why I should.” He stopped. “Oh, wait. I forgot. You can’t. Too bad. I would have been interested in what you would have said.”

 Suddenly, his hand reached and landed beside my breast, then carefully ran down my body. For the first time, I realized just how absolutely helpless I was. And at that moment, no matter how desperately I knew I needed to escape, I first heard a small voice wishing persistently that his hand would…
Suddenly, it changed course, heading across by stomach, just below my heaving bellybutton. And then, it was on top of my panties, moving up and down my clit. I started to writhe in pleasure, agony and embarrassment. When he finally pulled it away, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him to put it back.
His other hand started to caress my breast, running over my hard nipple. He smiled.
“I need to decide just what I’m going to do with you. Don’t worry. I’ll be back very soon.”

 With that, the closet closed and the darkness enveloped my helpless, excited body.