She struggled under him this time, her arms behind her, her wrist together, the bindings cutting into her skin, not drawing blood and not letting any flow, her hands forced into a grip as she struggled.
His legs, his ankles, pressing down on hers as he grabbed her hard by the bare skin of her waist and pulled her back to him. He stuck a finger or maybe a thumb between the cheeks of her gluteus. The digit was cold, it was covered in a slick goop she recognized and she knew he meant purchase to her ass but she did not yield this time, the last few hours had been enough.
When she had returned from her out-and-about with the janitor, an encounter that held such possibility and ended in such disappointment, she'd been both excited and happy. When she entered the room and saw the mat, and the leather wrist and ankle restraints she knew that he was in his mood, things hadn't been going well on the project and as the money flowed out, his frustration became more intense and more directed at her.
She took small relief from the fact the riding crop wasn't present, he'd bind her, ride her, press against her, he'd want her to fight back in her limited way and he'd probably smack her around a bit, mostly on the ass. What bruising her face would show would be the result of her landing on it, with both arms behind her back she held no support and as he took her from behind she was like a dog, a bitch in heat, but without the forelegs to stand on.
This time though there were some surprises. The bit that was strapped in her mouth like a horse for one. His aggressions that took hold of her hair, which he used like reins and now, the thumb covered in lubricant forcing its way between her cheeks, forcing its way into her anus in rough preparation for further assault.
She screamed but it came out through the bit as a grunt, a groan and he'd reacted to it with greater vigor. She felt the tip of his member press into her button, press harder and then he let go of her hair, let her fall forward on her shoulders and face as he wheeled back and slapped her ass with the full force of his hand.
She released herself then and the tension gone he pressed into her hard.
She knew enough to tense at the right moments, as he slide out on each motion, so she could hurry this along, bring him to climax and then maybe it would done. He didn't disappoint, long painful strokes the friction of which made his cock grow tighter. Slick and faster motions until his rhythm broke and with a shudder he released his load deep inside her.
He was almost gentle as it wilted but in the end he withdrew, pulling off her and rising to clean himself before returning to undo her bindings. She fell to one side, muscles aching, the calves of both legs quivering on the verge of pulling, her ankles and wrists burning and feeling desperately like she needed a shit.
Rising she looked at him, back behind his desk, his undershirt already on, at the seat, back at work as if the last few hours had been nothing, a diversion.
She rose and as she moved to the bathroom, gingerly because it really did feel as if her bowels were going to spill, she looked at him and for the first time ever she said something.
“What's your fucking problem anyway?”
He looked at her, innocently, like a ten-year-old who forgot that earlier he broke a family heirloom. He looked at her, his eyes narrowing at her sudden display and answered her, “nothing, what's yours?”
She entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet letting loose like a damn burst, she hadn't even bothered to shut the door.
“You should close the door when you're in there,” he called out.
“Fuck you”, she shot back. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
“Already done that.” He joked.
“You know, I'd like to do that to you with a cattle-prod you sick fuck! See how you like it”, she shot out from the bathroom.
“Is this about money?” he called back.
“It's about you rendering me like a meat grinder, you asshole! What? Were you out of the room or something?” she snapped as she dropped another kilogram in the bowl.
“Rendering? What the fuck is that?”
“Don't split words with me asshole! You tore me apart there, didn't you think I might not enjoy it? What's wrong with you?”
“You've never complained before.”
She leaned forward, resting herself on her knees as she clicked the cleanser, warm soothing water washed over her anus and vagina at first uncomfortably, sending waves of nausea through her as the spray enveloped tender bits.
“You weren't this bad this often.” She said then raised her head, “Fuck, Lewis I'm flesh here, soft flesh, you should be taking pleasure in that, stimulating it, not tenderizing it, for God's sake.”
The dryer felt pretty good, her position tunneled some of the warm air up her torso between her legs and to her neck. She started to sit up again feeling a hundred years old.
“I didn't use the whip” he added as if that made all the difference.
Trillium rose and looked at herself in the mirror, she washed her face ignoring whatever he added. She put salve on her ankles and wrist. Looking at her again, seeing where the bruises were already forming she turned from the mirrors, for once disgusted in herself.
She reentered the office, took her trenchcoat from the closet and then stuffed her nightie in the pocket as she put it on before headed for the door, for her shoes and freedom.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Out” she replied.
“Parker's working tonight” he added.
She stopped and looked at him, contempt, loathing and raw hatred in her eyes, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. A moment later she reached for the door.
“I didn't say you could go,” he said as the activator failed to switch over.
“I swear Lewis you can let me out or write your will,” her eyes shot darts at him.
He looked at her. He looked down and as he reached for the release he said all he could, “I'm sorry.”
The door opened and Trillium left.
He sat there for a while and then noticed the indicator showing Parker and Daniel coming up from the factory level. Quickly he put the mat and play-toys in a closet; quickly he put on his shirt and pants and then sat waiting.
They came directly from the factory floor on the success of the demon and chimed at Lewis' office. There, a few minutes after recapping what had happened below Daniel finally completed the sentence he had begun below.
“Los Angeles” he said.
A duet of 'what' was their reply.
“The fixed correlative to the interception point”, Daniel began and stopped when he saw the puzzled look on both Lewis' and Parker's face.
“The ether exists along side us. Everywhere we see here, there is on the dark matter plane, a point occupying nearly the exact moment in space and time. Another dimension if you will although phasic-anchor is the preferred term.”
“Ok, so I'm here but in the ether there's something exactly here as well?” offered Lewis.
“There might be, there could be, if we polled where you are and found something then yes.” He got it; Daniel was pleased Lewis was quick.
“The place in known space/time that matched the location of the…” Daniel fumbled for the word. Parker offered it, “Demon.”
Daniel shrugged, not exactly comfortable with the choice but it was descriptive enough, “Fine”, he continued, “Demon that we pulled. That fixed point in our realm matched, well coexists with Los Angeles.”
All gasped, well, seeing as “all” was just Lewis and Parker you could say both gasped. Los Angeles had never been particularly nice, even during its hey dey of corruption, greed and avarice there was something foul in the city but since the last 'big one' ripped it apart, pulling half out to see and flooding much of the valley, well, even Hollywood didn't film there anymore, unless they were looking for a cheap disaster location.
The fact that a 'demon' had come from a location nearly in the middle of that cesspool might mean something. Daniel pressed his thought, “do we have any idea where Eden might actually have been?”
Lewis' gaze grew serious first, pert and defined he looked directly at Daniel. Parker caught on a little later.
“You think heaven is parallel to where Eden was?” he asked.
“It makes sense, if you're coexisting why not put it right along side, make your two playmates, watch them romp around from time to time, like checking out the kids, you don't stick them half a planet away...”
“...You put them in the backyard!” Lewis was there and rising from his seat as he headed out of the office, out past the abandoned cleaning tools and the half-consumed can of cola, out and down to the factory level.
