Under surveillance, under control

"I'm busy. Check your messages on your computer."

After finally getting her nerves together, working up the courage to call Brand, convincing herself it would be better than him finding some other way to intrude on her in a way far worse than a phone call, he had hung up on Vanessa almost immediately. She supposed she should be thankful not to have to talk to him longer than necessary, but after he had just sent in another man to take advantage of her... Vanessa couldn't help but feel that, somehow, she deserved a chance to talk to him. To let out her feelings on the matter or... something.

She felt foolish, naive for even thinking like that. Brand didn't care whatsoever how she felt. Even Cheryl... nobody seemed to care. Was this... Vanessa had never before felt like a slut, or had cause to. Was this how easily women were mistreated, and mistreated each other? How would she feel if she saw another woman walking around the building with a black eye? And knew that same woman had multiple sexual partners in her very office?

Vanessa didn't need to answer her own questions to know how contemptuously she might have judged such a figure one short day ago. How easily she might have scorned even a woman who was being abused - the dark part of her that would ask why another woman would betray herself and her gender by putting up with that sort of thing from a man; even as she would berate herself, tell herself to support her fellow women.

And here she was, taking more **** from a man, with no end in sight. Everything about her was backwards, twisted sharply around. Everything that she was supposed to be proud of only served to hurt her more.

Vanessa scrolled through her messages. Brand had apparently been sending them ever since Timothy. Another moment witnessed, another that was among the worst humiliations of her life, probably immortalized and captured and...

10:43am Hah! Good show Vanessa. You really came through there, until the end.
10:46am You brought panties.
10:46am You assaulted Mr. Bullock. He was just being friendly.
10:47am You have to be smarter than this, Vanessa. Your pride is going to get you hurt.

She shivered. Brand's thoughts too clearly, and darkly reflected her own. He was keeping score. Vanessa opened the next message.

10:54am Order groceries online. Rush deliver them. You will cook for me tonight, and every night that we don't go out.
10:59am Did you just crawl away? You can just leave on your feet, although I do appreciate the effort.
11:00am Did you really leave looking like that? You should have kept getting your face together. You look like shit.
12:07pm Hahahaha! Ms. Lockley! You should have seen your secretary's face! What the fuck were you doing under your desk? That whole time? I thought you crawled off to an early lunch!

The last message. Vanessa covered her mouth with her hands. She rocked back and forth. He had seen everything. That wasn't completely unexpected but... his comments on her... it reaffirmed her worst insecurities about being monitored. He was watching her right now. She was sure of it. She could feel it. Vanessa **** her hands down, and stopped rocking.

She was a rat, for him to experiment on.

She had to find a way out. She had to, had to, it was imperative, it was everything. She had to get out of this. He had thought that she had snuck away. Maybe an opening - he didn't know everything. His messages... they were deleting themselves. She could see it, maybe only a minute after each one was read. If she... sometime when Brand wasn't watching... maybe take photographs. It would be hard, and time consuming, and dangerous. Each word was only revealed as she scrolled over it, then blacked out again. But maybe not impossible. She had to get into a position where she had leverage equal to him, without first involving the police. There had to be a way -

A new message popped up. Vanessa felt a little guilty twinge of fear - had he been able to see what she had been thinking, had it been written on her face? No, that was silly. She was so afraid, of everything when it came to him. ...He was looking at her. He could see her. How could she keep on - not forgetting, but ignoring that fact? He was right - she had to be smarter than this. Much smarter.

And her pride was going to hurt her, he was right about that too. It might even defeat her. Maybe if she...

Vanessa was already giving in, pride or no. Maybe if she pretended she was a little more hurt than she was, separated herself and her ego from what Brand was asking her to do a little more, she could fool him. She could get some room to maneuver. Vanessa took a deep breath and opened Brand's latest message.

12:15pm We are leaving at 3. You will have our meal planned by then - and something else.

Leaving at 3:00?! With her meal planned out and shopped for? She would hardly have time... She had hardly gotten anything done today! It was only one day gone, and part of the previous day, but now was a critical time to use her time wisely. Her self-esteem as a woman had already been left in tatters by Brand, and wouldn't ever heal completely even if he walked away today, but she still... she wanted to work, needed it, and needed to do well at it. That need was a part of her, as much as her aching, battered body.

12:17pm Watching your face, with your makeup all fucked up, bob and look around at me the last few minutes has made me realize that I'm going to need something more to look at. You're going to start a porn file for me at work. A new theme every day. You will stroke your cunt while you search and compile a list for me. At least 30 images, good ones. No half-assing this, Vanessa.
12:17pm Today's theme: Women in the office with cum on their faces. You should be familiar with this.

Vanessa ignored the insults, though as disgusting as she felt they did hurt. Could she even do that, this dirty porn task, on the company internet? Wasn't it monitored by IT? Vanessa had never had to contemplate looking at pornography at work before. She supposed... she wasn't just a worker bee. It probably wouldn't come back to haunt her officially. Maybe.

12:18pm Lift up your skirt and show me your cunt if you understand your duties for today, Ms. Lockley. There better not be any panties covering your snatch.

Vanessa hesitated only a moment. Her pride... she had to let go. To get some breathing room. And to avoid some of the hurt... like with Cheryl. God, Cheryl, what must she think of her boss? It didn't matter, Vanessa had to make Brand believe...

Vanessa stood up from her chair, and bunched up her skirt, until the triangular, curly thatch of her pubic hair was clearly displayed for Brand.

She left just enough skirt to cover her behind as she sat back down, put her fingers in between her legs, and prepared to search the internet for female office workers getting cum facials.