To Work

At dawn Liza enters your room.

You look at her. “May I go to work, Mistress?”

“Of course you can, Wendy. In fact I’m going with you to make sure Curtis understands the situation,”

Compassion, you wonder. The thought disgusts you. You hope she has something more devious in mind. You are looking forward to being beaten by Curtis.

“Come.”

You follow her commands like an obedient puppy.

You reach your car.

“Would you like me to drive, Mistress?”

She slaps you.

“No, and mind your insolence. For that you ride in the trunk.”

You are thrilled as she pushes you into the dark trunk.

You settle in the dark, cramped space and slide a pair of fingers in your soaking sex. You cum with each pothole the car hits.

The car comes to a stop and you ready your horrified expression. The trunk opens and you squint and sob.

Renna’s lips curl into a cruel smile and you couldn’t be more pkeased.

You follow her into the lab. Curtis is there. He looks more muscular and dressed in black.

Renna walks up to him.

“I made sure the worthless cow came in today. She completely blew off work yesterday. She wasn’t really sick.”

You cum at her wanton cruelty. You manage to hold your expression of horror.

“But…but…she made me!”

Curtis grimaces in rage. “That’s no excuse Wendy.”

He hits you hard. Your lip bleeds and you’re fairly certain he knocked out a tooth. Your gums itch as a new one grows into place.

Renna gives Curtis a disapproving look. “What kind of pussy are you? I hit harder than than.”

He hits you again, hard enough to break bone.

“Harder!”

He rears back. He hits you so hard you feel your neck shatter. He nearly took your head clean off.

As you fall to the floor, you wonder if you could survive decapitation. Your spine crackles as it heals. You are fairly certain you could and with the amount of pleasure you’re feeling now, you wouldn’t mind finding out.

You lay there quietly still unable to move.

“Did I kill her?”

Renna grins. “Why the fuck would you care?”

“You know girl, you’d make a fine demon. Would you like to have your soul ripped out?”

“Fuck Curtis, you say the sweetest things.” She offer up an arm. “It’s a date.”

Renna strolls off with the maniacally laughing Curtis.