DON'T RESCUE ME, PART 4: A Public Violation
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
She surprises and terrorizes him at his workplace.



(Stanley and his wife Debra were looking forward to dressing up and attending
GenCon, the fantasy/science fiction/cosplay convention to be held in
Indianapolis the following week. Debra, a naturally voluptuous and deceptively
powerful woman, had learned long ago how to control and manipulate her
diminutive spouse Stanley through verbal abuse and humiliation. She had
recently been working-out and learning several martial arts, however, and
during one of their lovemaking sessions she seized the top position,
discovering that she could dominate and control Stanley physically as well.
Now, she's exploring new levels of control and dominance by toying with
Stanley's body, emotions, and self-esteem.)

He finally made it to work at his accountancy firm downtown 25 minutes late,
as he had been every day during the previous insane week. It's a good thing he
was his own boss, Debra had him so rattled that he had barely got any work
done. She had always had all the power in their relationship, but this week it
had entered a new and even more devastating phase. Where previously he had
merely been subservient to her, he was now reduced to nothing more than her
cash cow and sexual plaything, a walking dildo to be used for her pleasure and
then, if she decided, cast aside. He felt lower than he ever had, and weaker,
too: He knew in his heart and loins that he was emotionally and sexually
addicted to her. No matter what she did to him, he could not resist her.

He managed to keep his emotions at bay for most of the morning and actually
accomplish a few things. He tried to keep that streak going by working through
lunch, so when his elderly secretary Gladys left for her lunch hour he was
alone in the office. She had only been gone for a few seconds when he heard
the door to the outer office open and close. He looked up quizzically, since
he had no appointments scheduled. Perhaps Gladys had forgotten something, he
thought. Soft footsteps approached his open inner office door, and who would
appear in the doorway but Debra, dressed in a lacy white see through jacket
over a tight white tank top which emphasized her bodacious bust and ended just
below them, exposing her tight midriff, the soft feminine skin barely
concealing abs that were hard as iron. Below, the tight white pants showed off
her gorgeous ass and legs.

He couldn't believe she was here?. She had said more than once that she did
not care in the least what he did for a living as long as it paid the bills.
To emphasize that sentiment she had never visited him there before; he had
thought she wouldn't even know where his office was. In light of what had been
happening so far this week, he doubted this was good news, but he said "H-hi,
Honey!" anyway, with a slight trembling in his voice.

She smiled warmly and said "You're coming to lunch with me." It was a
statement, not a question. He stood up, and nabbed his suit jacket, followed
her out, locked the office door, and then followed her to the elevator. Before
it arrived, she grabbed him to her and kissed him until she could feel he was
hard, his member straining against his khaki dress slacks. The doors opened
and they got on the elevator, which was fairly crowded with people leaving for
lunch. She gently pushed him through to the back wall, where they turned to
face forward. His back was against the wall with Debra in front of him,
pushing her gorgeous derriere into his straining bulge. They descended the
three floors to ground level where the car disgorged its passengers, except
for Stanley and Debra; she still had him pinned to the wall. More people got
on, and Debra sweetly said, "fourteen, please" to a man near the control
buttons, and he punched in that number, the building's top floor.

As they rode upward, she pressed her butt cheeks around his stiffness and
tightened them together, making him gasp. She chuckled as she released her
hold on him, then squeezed and released again... and then again. Her muscle
movements were so strong and controlled that they were imperceptible to anyone
in the crowded car except for Stanley. The car continued on its journey,
stopping at various floors to let people off and on, and Debra's massive,
rock-hard glutes massaged their hapless, throbbing prisoner the entire time.
Her squeezes became increasingly more rapid and vigorous, but still the rest
of her body never moved. She tortured him so nonchalantly that she was able to
reach into her purse and take out her compact, opening it to use the mirror to
look behind her at Stanley's face. To her satisfaction his eyes were glassy
and half closed, his conscious mind completely overwhelmed by the silent
sexual mauling from her buns of steel.

By the time they reached the building's highest floor, Stanley had just about
reached his upper limit as well, and she was well aware of it. As the car
emptied of its departing passengers with their backs to the couple, she
twerked him vigorously and continuously with her incredible ass, and as the
doors closed he could hold it in no longer. The last person off the car turned
to look as she heard a loud "UUUUUUHHHHH!" from inside while its last two
occupants disappeared from view behind the closing doors. Stanley had to grab
onto her to keep from going to his knees as his body shook with the spasm of
his engorged cock pumping out its load into his pants in several repeated
explosions. He continued to hold onto her to keep from collapsing, his head
lolling forward against her back while he recovered from the devastating
climax.

She chuckled with satisfaction, then turned around to face him and kissed him
lightly on the forehead. "Oh, Baby!" she said with mock concern, "I guess you
can't go to go to lunch with that big stain in your pants, can you?" She
giggled as they both looked down to see a big dark splotch spreading across
his light tan pants. "I'll see you at home, I guess." The doors opened for the
eighth floor and a few people boarded.

She suddenly backed away from him and caught the doors as they were closing.
"EWWW!" she exclaimed in angry horror, pointing a finger at him. "YOU CREEPY
BASTARD! IS THAT HOW YOU GET YOUR JOLLIES, STANDING BEHIND WOMEN ON THE
ELEVATOR AND JACKING OFF?! THAT'S SICK!" She slipped through the doors,
surreptitiously winking at him as they closed. The other passengers looked at
him with a mixture of disgust and derision until they reached the next stop,
where Stanley hurriedly got off and fled to the stairwell. He returned to his
office on the 3rd floor and slipped behind his desk before Gladys came back
from lunch, and he stayed there until she left for the day.

When Stanley arrived home from work, he was in a sullen and angry mood. Debra
met him at the door with a pitcher of margaritas and two glasses, wearing his
pajama top and no bottoms. It would be the closest she would ever get to a
peace offering. He grudgingly accepted a drink and went over to the couch and
sat down without saying anything. She came over and sat down beside him,
pooching her lips out in mock sadness. "Aww, is Stanley still mad?" she said
in baby talk.

"You humiliated me," he said glumly.

"Jeez, baby, it was just a joke" she said lightheartedly "and a funny one,
really! You should have seen the faces of the people on the elevator! It was
priceless."

"I DID see them," he growled, "for three whole floors' worth."

"Ha! Even better," she laughed. She knew he was mad at her, but this was the
best attitude to take to get him over it without giving up any of her power.
Her attitude said "Yeah I did it, so what? Just suck it up, loser." She never
actually said it like that, but that was the message she conveyed. He got up
and walked away to the bedroom. She decided to wait it out; if he wanted to
sulk the rest of the night, so be it. She would just ignore him until he came
around.

But when he returned to the living room , he had merely changed into his
regular evening attire, a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and was returning to his
seat on the couch like nothing had happened, although he did not look over at
her at all.

She sat back with her drink, still not saying anything, but began watching
"Jeopardy!" again, more or less like nothing had happened. They sat there
watching in silence for a while, until she started answering the game
questions out loud, and then after a bit he joined in. She held back a little,
letting him beat her to the answer a few times, which she knew would make him
feel a little better. After they both had the right answer to the Final
Jeopardy question, during the host/guest patter at the end of the show,
without looking at him she reached over and began absent-mindedly fondling him
through his pajamas. He looked over at her but she pretended not to notice,
stroking his growing bulge almost unconsciously, like one might pet the family
cat while reading a book. Indeed, after a minute she picked up her phone with
her other hand and began reading her Facebook feed.

Stanley did not get up and leave in a huff; neither did he utter so much as a
word of protest. He just sat there, becoming more aroused by the second, his
manhood growing to full size while his head lolled back against the couch and
his eyes went glassy and heavy lidded, completely succumbing to her
stimulation.

When she could feel the head of his shaft poking out above his pajamas'
waistband, she diddled her fingers across it, and he unsuccessfully tried to
stifle a moan. She looked over as if startled and said with mock surprise "Oh!
What have we here??" She turned to him and pulled his pajamas down. Again he
cooperated with nary a word, raising his hips so she could get them all the
way down. She unbuttoned the pajama top she was wearing and let it slide off
behind her. Already wet and dripping with anticipation, she straddled his lap
facing him and enveloped his pulsating pillar, leaning in to kiss him softly
while she raised herself up and down ever so slowly and lovingly, softly
squeezing him inside her.

Suddenly, she lost her balance, which caused her to drop down heavily onto his
lap in one motion, impaling herself completely on his diamond-hard shaft. They
both gasped, then laughed, and she smiled at him and pushed her cleavage into
his face. He grabbed her right breast and guided its pencil eraser-hard nipple
into his mouth; he suckled on it like a newborn for some time, then switched
and did the same to her left breast. After a bit she pulled back from him and
looked deeply into his eyes while she began riding him in a steady, regular
rhythm that continued for what seemed like forever. Finally, she increased her
tempo while caressing HIS breasts, lightly pinching the nipples, which she
knew was guaranteed to finish him off before very long. She was rewarded by
uncontrollable moans, which grew in volume until he quaked and cried out; his
monster exploded and expired inside her. When his moans subsided she leaned
forward and gathered his head loosely into her cleavage, cuddling him there
until, happy and spent, he fell asleep. It had been the most loving sex they'd
had in a long time.

When he awoke at about 1:00 a.m. he was alone. Debra had left him there on the
couch with his pajama pants down and his large worm out and lying across his
abdomen, glued to it by dried love juices. He went into the bathroom and
cleaned up, as she would most certainly insist he do, and then slipped naked
into bed beside her. Without fully waking, she spooned him, locking her arms
and legs around him, pulling him to her, imprisoning him in bonds of velvet-
covered iron. Her left arm reached across his chest to grasp his right upper
arm and hold him in place while her right hand wandered down to grasp his
cock. Even though half asleep, she chuckled as she felt him grow hard in her
hand. She stroked him lightly but then drifted off to sleep again, her hand
still gripping him. He remained wide awake with arousal and frustration for
quite some time until he finally faded and dozed off. They slept entwined that
way until the morning.