Her Overseer: Don’t Piss Off your Owner (Her Client Trilogy Book 2)
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Stomping out the room, he left her, strapped to the bench, her legs spread wide, her ass and cunt exposed and vulnerable. Pacing around the house like a rabid animal, it took over an hour for him to settle down and contemplate what he was going to do next.
After getting himself a sandwich, he sat down and watched her on the monitors. Hours later she hadn’t even so much as twitched a muscle.
Annoyed with the cunt and with himself, he put on a pair sweats and went out for a run. She’d keep till he got back. Then, when she came back to him, he would punish her. Though not before he fucked her in her ass again. He still needed his release that only her ass and her defiance could give him.
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A couple of hours and many miles later, he returned to the house. Before taking a shower, he glanced at the monitors and noticed that she was awake again, her head shifting back and forth as if to see if he was nearby.
“Soon cunt. Soon” he promised her and went off to take his shower and grab another bite to eat.
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Walking briskly back into the room, the cunt still splayed out before him, he snapped at her.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again cunt.”
Whipping out his cock once more he strode in front of her and before the cunt could answer him, he shoved it into her gaping mouth.
Fucking her mouth like that was great and all but he was looking forward to his release up her ass. Still though, as he shoved his cock in and out of her mouth, he enjoyed her struggling as she tried to breath between the driving penetrations of her throat.
“Can’t breathe cunt? All the better. I don’t fucking give a damn” He told her, uncaring that she was coughing, gagging and choking as he continued to drive his cock down her unwilling throat.
When sufficiently satisfied, he returned to her rear and after a quick dip along her pussy lips to slicken his cockhead, he pressed himself against her anus and pushed roughly inside.
Chapter Twenty One
Waking up from her blissful nonexistence, Jolene slowly figured out that she was alone. Where Jon had gone off to, she had no idea. She was alone and she was grateful for the privacy.
Appraising her situation, she realized that nothing really had changed. She was still strapped to the bench in this ‘T’ pattern. Her ass hurt like hell and she had no idea whether he had finished and shot his load up her ass or not. The last thing she remembered was his rough entry without as much as a warning. Then, he fucked her until she gave way from the splitting pain and slipped into oblivion.
“Sweet oblivion” she thought.
Lying there awake, exposed and vulnerable for what seemed like hours, she took stock of her predicament. The cord tied to her nipples was still in place. She couldn’t feel her nipples at all, figuring that they had gone numb from the constricting knot tied around their tips. She could feel the soreness within her breasts as they suffered from the effects of the tied nipples. She wished she could reach up with her hands and soothe their aches away. That was not to be.
She also realized that she could no longer feel her clit either. Apparently, the clamp had sliced it from her body or like her nipples, had simply gone numb from the crushing pressure. Either way, time would tell whether she would ever feel clitoral pleasure again.
Testing each of the straps holding her to the bench, she figured out pretty quickly that they were still in place, holding her firmly to it. She could barely move. Her legs were still straining under the unnatural position they had been forced into.
Considering her legs, she figured that feeling the strain was actually a good thing. It meant that they were still alive and responsive. If only she could free them, perhaps she could get out of here. But if she could free them, how long would it take to allow her to walk again.
“First things first” she said to herself as her fingers probed for the strap buckles holding her wrists tight to the bench. “If I could release even one of them, then perhaps I can work on the next and the next until I was free.”
As she probed for the buckle, she felt fortunate to find it. However, the problem was that the buckle was hard to reach, situated over the backs of wrists. Her fingers could barely reach it, never mind feeding the leather through the buckle. Still, while she was alone, she was determined to undo the buckle and free her hand. She worked on and on, frustrated but also determined.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again cunt” Jolene heard as he came back into the room.
“Damn” she thought. “He’s back.”
Before she could respond, he slapped her across the face. She opened her mouth in response only to have her yell stifled by his cock penetrating between her lips and into the back of her throat.
“Mmmuurrrpphhh” was the only reply she could offer, her eyes wide open in shock.
Fucking her mouth, she struggled to accept his invasion while trying to breathe. It was hard and she rarely had a moment with which she could inhale. Exhaling was not a problem. The air in her lungs left her easily, almost as if his cock was sucking it out of her body. Breathing air in, that was the problem. Slick with her saliva, every time he pulled out enough to breathe, she’d only breathe in saliva and slime.
“Grrruurrrpphhh; mmmuurrrpphhh; grrruurrrpphhh” was the only sound that consistently came from her mouth. His cock remained firmly buried in her throat. Only the sound of her choking on his enraged cock could be heard over his grunts.
She was choking not only on his cock but her own saliva. Gagging, she could feel her empty stomach retching, threatening to evacuate the only contents they contained, stomach acids. Even then, some of these acids got into her airways and burned them on their way to her lungs.
“Can’t breathe cunt? All the better. I don’t fucking give a damn” she heard him taunt her.
“He was angry, that was for sure. But why?” she pondered as she dealt with the immediate problem.
As “mmmuurrrpphhh“ and “grrruurrrpphhh” continued to escape between the edges of her lips and his cock, saliva and slime spitting everywhere, Jolene just tried to hold on for dear life.
Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth. Gasping for air, Jolene could only concentrate on breathing. As she was doing so, she briefly felt him press against her open pussy before pressing his cock against her anus and splitting her open again.
The memory of his last painful entry was worse than it was this time. Perhaps it was because she was still concentrating on breathing. Maybe it was something else. She didn’t know. All she knew was that this penetration of her rectum went much smoother.
As he filled her rectum again and again, fucking her ass like there was no tomorrow, she couldn’t help wonder if there would be a tomorrow for her. He was like a madman. Driving in and out of her like a piston, he fucked her and fucked her.
It didn’t stop. Not in the least. And it didn’t hurt either. “Shit, why doesn’t it hurt like before?” she asked herself. As she tried to figure it out, one side of her brain working on the problem while the other side dealt with the building sensations in her core, she seemed to separate her mind from her body.
As with Jeremy before, she decided that her body was again betraying her. It was beginning to enjoy the cock driving in and out of her rectum. If she ever got out of this, she was determined to figure out just why that was. In the meantime, she still had to get out of here and back safely home.
Focusing her attention back on Jon, she could sense he was building towards a climax. “Good,” she thought to herself. “When he cums, he can get the ‘fuck’ out of my ass.”
Squeezing down on him, she felt him respond by increasing his thrusting and driving deeper. “I hope he doesn’t blow out my ass” she suddenly thought, questioning her attempt to help him finish.
“Fuck it. Let’s get this over with” she resolved and squeezed her ass as if to relieve herself.
Jon responded and she could feel his cock swell up. His driving motions became more erratic and even more forceful. Feel
ing him build towards climax and then teetering on the edge of cumming, she squeezed down on him harder.
Then just like that, she felt the familiar sharp stinging pain of electricity coursing through her body. This time though, instead of it emanating from her ass, the stinging electricity came from the collar around her neck. It paralyzed her.
As the electrical shock instantly built to full strength, her head was thrown back, her mouth open with no sound escaping. In fact, nothing escaped her mouth or nose. No sound, no air, nothing. Nothing escaped.
Her eyes wide, she concentrated on a spot on the wall in front of her as the massive electrical shock attacked her neck and spinal cord. Violent sparks seemed to dance around her brain, leaking massive fireworks in her eyes. She felt like her head was ablaze. Pounding agony pulsated in her head, unlike anything she had ever experienced when she was alive.
The massive headache she felt was so intense that she no longer felt her body. Below her neck, she could feel nothing. She didn’t feel pain. She didn’t feel Jon. She didn’t feel him continue pounding into her ass. She never heard him grunting, building to his climax.
She didn’t feel his cum shoot deep into her ass. She didn’t feel him continuing to drive inside her. She didn’t feel the pulsations of his cock, shooting gobs of his slick, sticky cum into her rectum. She didn’t hear his loud bellowing, broadcasting the pleasure of his own little death.
Below her neck, she felt nothing. It was almost as if her head had been severed from her body. What she felt was the jarring percussion of her own electrocution, overloading her brain with massive electrical surges, touching every part of her brain.
The pounding in her head never stopped, never weakened. The sparks flying in her eyes continued their relentless fury, almost blinding her with their intensity.
If she could have felt anything besides the agony in her head, if she could have thought or reasoned, if she could do anything except endure, she would have realized that it would be pointless. Her quest was over.
She was already dead.
The spot on the wall faded, the agony in her head dissipated, the lightning in her eyes lost their intensity, and the room went dark.
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Author's Notes
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. I wrote it simply to take my mind off a different story line. I needed a distraction. However, as the story developed, it took on a dark, twisted and sadistic slant. I hadn’t intended to make it so but that’s how it came out. It’s a better story for it. Just to be clear, I do not subscribe to the scenes presented in this story.
Be sure to read the final segment of this series ‘Her Essentia’ as Jolene’s story is about to take yet another twist.
Thank you all for your support and boosting my desire to keep writing.
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Other Books by Richard Verry
The Mona Bendarova Adventures
The Taste of Honey (Book #1)
Broken Steele (Book #2)
Lucky Bitch (Book #3)
Available First Quarter 2016
Client Series
Her Client (Book #1)
Her Overseer (Book #2)
Her Essentia (Book #3)
Short Stores
A Mermaids Irresistible Curiosity
The Breakup
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About the Author
Richard Verry is an Information Technologies Engineer who has coded and supported computer systems for decades.
Two decades ago, he started feeling that something was lacking in his life. He made radical changes and began experimenting with wider social and creative avenues.
He wrote his first short story in 2007 and along the way, created a vast gallery of artwork of oil and watercolor paintings, sketches and drawings. Shortly thereafter, he began writing full length novels and novellas where he is finally able to capture some of the ideas and story concepts that constantly invade his mind.
Richard grew up and lives on the North East Coast of America where he lives with the love of his life, Janet. He enjoys skinny, sugar-free vanilla lattes and kamikaze cocktails with a good steak.
Richard ponders, sometimes to the point of excess, the myriad of images and scenarios that could be used in his artwork and writings. A rare few are eventually brought to life.