Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Yezbit's eyes shot open. Drawing in a deep, gasping breath, she tried sitting up. She was sprawled out on her desk and her arms, no, her whole body, felt weak.
She tried to remember how she'd ended here, sleeping on her desk. She finally lifted herself to a sitting position, then lunched forward, plummeting off the desk and falling to her knees on the ground. She ached all over, yet she also felt a longing. An emptyness. And a headache.
It was Saturday. Probably. She hadn't seen anyone on the work floor in the brief moment before she'd collapsed, but she felt like she remembered something. Looking around, she saw clothes and some of her toys on the ground. She rarely actually used them, but on a Saturday or late night, alone in the office, she had made use of them.
Her hands pressed against the ground, she could feel it. Intimately. The grooves in the ground, the roughness of the tiles. Everything felt so...so...
She felt something slowly dripping down her inner thigh. As she reached to see if she was bleeding, her hand brushed against the edges of her vagina, and the sudden shock and stimulation caused her to collapse further, struck by an unexpected, ferocious orgasm. Already feeling weak, the sensation left her twitching on the ground for several moments. The pleasure brought to mind white searing explosions of pleasure. That simple brush of her hand, it had reminded her of an incredible pleasure. As she lie, unable to move, she noticed a strong odor. Despite her inexperience, she recognized the overwhelming smell of sex, and it made her start to feel warm.
She'd had sex, not toys, and it had been incredible. She remembered. She could feel the thrusts, the memories of pleasure.
She'd never been impressed by sex before, but this had been... Yezbit closed her eyes as a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She didn't remember the specifics, but the feelings. She'd never forget those.
As for the who? She couldn't put her finger on it, but something nagged at her. She didn't think she would like the answer.
Closing her eyes to think, Yezbit just felt a haze as she tried to remember anything concrete since yesterday afternoon.
She did remember Emika stopping by. They talked, and she said that she'd found a job a few hours away. And then that insufferable Vorcka had showed up, threatening her.
Finally, Yezbit regained enough energy to rise to her feet. After a few unsteady steps, she took a look out at the workroom floor. She had been right, there was no one else in the office, so ....
Vorcka strode in from the break room, casually returning to his desk.
Yezbit's eyes narrowed. Somehow, Vorcka was involved in all of this. He was the last thing she remembered clearly from yesterday. No matter the threats, she would never have had sex with him, but he was here. He must know something.
She growled, moving to the door while trying to remain steady. Yanking open the door, she stomped out, finger leading the way to confront Vorcka. He turned to look at her as she approached.
"You," she had intended to shout, but it only came out as a hoarse croak. Glaring, she grabbed the bottle of water from his desk and quickly chugged it.
"Sure boss, help yourself," he chuckled.
"Don't you "boss" me," Yezbit growled, throat still hoarse. She dropped the nearly empty bottle on the ground, then pressed her finger against his chest. "What is going on? Did you drug me?"
Vorcka looked at her, a confused look on his face. "What do you mean, bo..errr, Yezbit?"
She didn't say anything more, just stared at his face, looking for any hint of guilt. He looked confused and concerned, but she thought she sensed just a touch of worry, too. What was he trying to hide?
"Just...nevermind." Yezbit spun, heading back to her office.
"Yezbit, wait." She heard Vorcka call out. "Could I ask a small favor since your here?"
"What is it," she hissed, turning around quickly.
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"Freeze," Vorcka ordered.
Immediately, Yezbit stopped, her bouncing bosom the only part of her still moving for a moment.
What happened? For a moment, he'd thought that maybe the programming really had come undone. Yezbit had stormed out of her office, still completely naked, and his assumption was that she'd come for some more fun. But the look on her face and tone of her voice, not to mention her questions, it seemed as if she couldn't remember any of it. Maybe he'd fucked her into another reset? Vorcka was happy that the command words still worked, and since she was all riled up again, he thought it might be a good chance to mess with her some more.
Going to her office, he found one of her toys, a remote controlled vibrating thong. She must have never used it before, as it was still in its package, so he opened it and hit the on switch, testing if the batteries still worked. He then slid the panties onto Yezbit, pulling them snugly into place.
"Yezbit, here is your new truth." He wasn't sure if she could hear him, frozen as she was, so it was one more thing to test out. You have been cursed. If you ever try to remove these panties for any reason, you will die. Occasionally the curse will make your panties vibrate, and you have to suffer through it. You can't tell anyone about the curse."
It was childish, as was the story, but if it didn't work, he at least knew that he could fix the problems if anything happened. He'd been worried when she came out trying to yell, he'd let his guard down and almost looked guilty when she accused him of doing something.
Vorcka went back to his chair and sat down, facing Yezbit as he'd been doing when she turned around.
"Unfreeze."
--
"What is it? What's this little favor? Can't you seem I'm busy?" Yezbit barked at Vorcka.
He looked embarrassed and responded. "Never mind. Your right. You look busy."
Yezbit growled in the back of her throat and stormed off to her office. She didn't know what game he was playing, but she was going to figure it out. She had until the weekend was over to figure him out, otherwise she would be the one receiving punishment from the higher ups.
Sitting at her desk, she tried to remember how to pull up the security footage. There weren't many, but with a handful of security cameras around the office, perhaps she'd get lucky and see something incriminating from the last 24 hours.
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Vorcka sat at his desk for 15 minutes after Yezbit left, then he finally pulled out the remote. With her sensitivity still maxed out, there shouldn't be any problems telling when the panties turned on. He thumbed the controls all the way to maximum for two seconds before switching it back off. He didn't hear anything from her office, but glancing over, he saw that Yezbit had fallen out of her chair and was trying to carefully get back up off the ground.
He rolled his eyes at his own immaturity, but then pressed the button again, just briefly, before sliding it back into his drawer.
A few seconds later, he heard a loud thud from Yezbit's office, followed by a string of colorful curses.
"Everything alright in there, boss?" Vorcka called out, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.
There was a pause before Yezbit responded, her voice strained. "Fine. Just...just fine. I tripped."
Vorcka chuckled to himself, imagining her struggling to stand, her body betraying her with constant shocks of pleasure. He decided to give her a moment to compose herself before continuing his little game.
Meanwhile, Yezbit was indeed struggling.
The unexpected vibrations had sent her reeling, her body responding instantly to the stimulation. She managed to grab onto her desk, using it to steady herself as she tried to regain control. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to maintain her composure.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, her grip tightening on the edge of her desk. She could feel the vibrations again, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back a moan as she fought to stay upright.
"What the hell is happening to me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vorcka's voice echoed from the other room, "Did you say something, boss?"
Yezbit quickly composed herself, trying to sound normal. "No, nothing. Just...just thinking out loud."
She took a deep breath, attempting to focus on the task at hand - pulling up the security footage. Her fingers fumbled on the keyboard, her usual precision gone as her body continued to betray her with random, intense vibrations.
Finally, she managed to pull up the footage from the past 24 hours.
Unfortunately, she'd remembered correctly, and most of the cameras were from around the perimeter of the office, but in one of them, she could catch the door of her own office, to see who was coming in and out. Normally that would have annoyed her, as she didn't like her privacy being invaded, but in this instance, she was grateful for the intrusion. It didn't show anything inside, except for a peek when the door was opened, but she went ahead and scanned back to yesterday.
She saw Emika enter her office, and for over 3 hours the nothing else happened. Finally, Emika left. Not much happened after that. Several people came and went, then the office died down as people went home. Then a bit later, Vorcka walked in. He was only there for 5 minutes before leaving, though. She grew frustrated, barely catching a glimpse of herself looking annoyed at the desk as he left. That had been when he'd threatened her. But even if the camera had been closer, they didn't record sound, just video. Besides, he'd been right about some things, and her taking such an innocuous video to HR would only make it look like she was continuing her bullying.
She was about to give up, when several minutes later, Vorcka entered her office again. He was in there for over half an hour this time. Yet as he left, she again was sitting at her desk, scowling at the world. She did remember how cold it felt in her office last night, but nothing else happened before she left her office a few minutes later, long coat wrapped tightly around herself.
She growled, skipping ahead to the morning. She came in after Vorcka, she realized. In the recording so far, he just seemed like a diligent worker, trying to get all the assignments finished that she had assigned him.
She clenched the desk for a moment, gasping as the cursed panties caused her to orgasm yet again.
Around lunch time, Vorcka entered her office. Suddenly, she was glad that the recording wasn't inside her office. She remembered something. She had taken advantage of him. As his superior, she had convinced him to let her drink his nutritional fluids. She grew panicked, thinking about how if anyone else saw this tape, she wouldn't only lose her job, she might go to jail.
Stay calm. She took a deep breath. No one could see in the office. No one could prove that's what happened.
Finally, over an hour later, see saw the door open. It hadn't taken that long, had it? Watching closely, she saw Vorcka leaving her office. In the background, there she was, splayed out across the desk, exactly as she'd been when she remembered waking up.
He was involved, she thought, glaring at the screen. But what did nutritional fluids and sex have to do with each other? How had the situation changed from her taking advantage of him to him taking advantage of her? She didn't know, but now she had proof of...something.
A knock at the door caused her to look up suddenly. Here he was. It was time to ask him some questions.
"Hey boss," Vorcka quipped, poking his head in the room. "Sorry, I meant Yezbit."
"What brings you here, Vorcka," she asked, smiling at him. "And it's fine. You may call me boss if you want to." She would make him comfortable, then hang him.
Vorcka gave an appreciative nod, then asked. "Dod you ever get any lunch? I mean actual lunch? I know you had...umm...well, you know. But you really oughta eat something real."
"Your concern is more than I deserve, Vorcka, but I'm fine. I promise." She plastered on a fake smile. "Come in, have a seat. I have a few questions for you, as well."
"Oh, alright," Vorcka said, slipping in and grabbing a seat, hands in his pockets like a schoolboy in trouble.
"Vorcka, do you remember what happened earlier," she asked.
"When you yelled at me? Or before that?"
"Before that. When you so graciously gave me some nut...some semen, to help tide me over until dinner?"
"Oh, uh. Yeah. I remember that."
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Vorcka could tell she was fishing for something. She seemed to remember something, and she had definately been doing something in her office for the last hour, which is why he'd chosen to come check on her. But she actually seemed worried. Perhaps she remembered treating him like a plaything, but not the other part and was worried he'd accuse her of taking advantage of him? That was the funniest thought he'd had all day. But it made sense. Why else would she be nice to him?
"Well, boss. You took my semen, and then you started acting really strange. I thought you'd had some before, or I would have warned you. Some people get really weird with that much semen. It can scramble their brains a bit."
Yezbit scowled, before covering it up with a smile. "Oh, Vorcka, I didn't take it, you gave it to me, remember?"
She was definately flailing, trying to cover up something she perceived as possible sexual misconduct. But Vorcka played along. "Well, I suppose. I did ask if you needed some lunch."
"Yes. See. And you are right. It was some very potent stuff. Why, I think I still feel it coursing through me. It feels lovely." Yezbit seemed relieved. "Thank you again for that."
Vorcka closed his eyes before rolling them. This woman was delusional, manipulative, and even able to convince herself of her innocence, but he was having fun, so he didn't push too hard.
"Well, boss. I guess I better get back to work. Lots to do, and the weekend doesn't last forever."
"Yes. You better get back to work. Monday waits for no maaaaaaaauuughhhhhh."
Vorcka turned on the vibrator just as Yezbit was getting ready to usher him out the door.
"You okay, boss? You really seem like you've been struggling in here today."
Yezbit sat behind the desk, eyes closed and body trembling a few moments before bursting out. "Nope. All good."
That seemed to be all he was getting, so Vorcka stood and left, leaving her door open and keeping the vibrator running until he was at his desk.
He couldn't see her, but he could hear her struggling to breathe, her moans echoing through the office. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was the one causing her such pleasure, even if it was against her will.
After a few minutes, her moans subsided, and he turned off the vibrator. He heard her rustling around in her office, then the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she made her way towards him.
"Vorcka," she said, her voice steady and professional, as if nothing had happened.
"I need to discuss something with you."
He looked up from his desk, feigning surprise. "Oh, boss. What can I do for you?"
She took a seat across from him, her eyes locked onto his. "I watched the security footage from yesterday. I saw you enter my office twice."
Vorcka leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, yes. I remember. We talked about your treatment of me. You aren't often a nice person, you know that?"
"Nice is for children, Vorcka. Reality requires more selfishness." She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Although I'm beginning to think you already realized that."
"Why are you here this weekend, Yezbit?"
Yezbit raised an eyebrow. "I could ask you the same thing, Vorcka. You're here, too."
Vorcka shrugged. "I've been quite clear why im here. You assigned me too much work, forcing me to be the office bottleneck to make me look bad. I dont like looking bad." Vorcka leaned back in his chair. "I answered you, now what are you doing here?" Vorcka asked, his eyes not leaving hers.
Yezbit knew she couldn't tell him she was only here to try and convince him to quit. She needed him to fail, to quit so that she could put the blame on him.
Yet, here he was, looking smug and confident, not at all like someone who was drowning in work. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself, which was infuriating.
Yezbit took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I'm here because I had some...personal matters to attend to. Nothing for you to concern yourself with."
Vorcka raised an eyebrow. "Personal matters, huh? Anything you'd like to share with the class?"
Yezbit bristled at his insolence. "I don't have to answer to you, Vorcka.
I'm your superior, remember?" Yezbit snapped, her patience wearing thin. "Now, back to the matter at hand. You were in my office for over half an hour the second time you entered. What were you doing?"
Vorcka leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "I lost my head the first time we talked, so after taking a breath, I came back to apologize. You continued to threaten me, and it got heated. I eventually left, hoping to spend the weekend finishing what you'd assigned me. Then today, you showed up nearly an hour after I did, and it seems I get to spend the weekend with you as well."
Yezbit huffed. He had been here earlier than her, and he did seem to be getting through quite a bit of the work she'd assigned him. Finally, she asked. "So what about today. What can you tell me about our conversation in my office today?"
"Well, boss, if you must know, I was trying to reason with you. You were... quite insistent on having your way with me." He smirked, enjoying the flush that crept up Yezbit's neck. "First, you convinced me to share my very life essence with you." Vorcka wiped a fake tear from his eye. "My momma warned me about selfish women like you. Once you get what you want from a man, you cast them aside." Vorcka had to cover his mouth with his hands to hide his smile. It sounded ridiculous, but the truth he'd given her was so set that she believed she'd done something terrible to him.
"Of course, once you'd gotten what you wanted, you weren't quite done with me, we're you. Afterwards, you made me pleasure you nonstop. I couldn't escape until you'd finally passed out from the pleasure."
Yezbit's eyes widened in shock. She remembered feeling an incredible pleasure. She remembered her brain exploding with nonstop, concussive orgasms. She remembered... but it was all jumbled. She demanded he not stop. But she remembered him looking down at her, smiling. It couldn't have been as one sided as he claimed, but she couldn't prove it. She was his superior, and everyone knew that women took advantage of their subordinates.
HR. Someone in HR had hired this man to take advantage of him, as she had. She'd been trying to protect him. Sure, she had taken advantage of him in the process, but if she could just prove he'd been in danger. That he was still in danger.
"Wait, Vorcka. You don't understand. I was trying to protect you," Yezbit said, grasping at straws. "I was told you were in danger, and I was trying to find out more. That's why I insisted on...on what happened."
Vorcka suppressed a smile, deciding to play along with her delusion. "Help me? Help me how? You've been so awful to me, and then, after threatening to fire me, you do this. How are you trying to protect me. From who?"
Yezbit felt a pang of guilt, but she pushed it aside. She couldn't afford to back down or let him question her story. She needed him to believe her. She couldn't go to jail. The company wouldn't protect her because she wasnt that important. She needed Vorcka to focus somewhere else.
"Who hired you, Vorcka? Do you remember their name? I heard that someone in HR had only hired you because they wanted to take advantage of you."
"That's hurtful, Yezbit. Are you saying I can't get a job just because I'm good?"
"Don't be a fool." Yezbit sneered, glad the conversation was going a different direction. "Anyone who has ever gotten a good position has done it through their connections. That's how life works."
That explains a lot, thought Vorcka. "Well, actually, Eric was the one I interviewed with. He doesn't seem like the type to take advantage of another guy."
Yezbit perked up. "That makes sense. He's been Ally's lackie since he started working here. That must be who's after you. I'm sorry for what I did, bur she's the one who wants to drain your life force for herself."
Vorcka knew he was the one who had planted the premise in her mind, but he was still impressed with how quickly she drew imaginary connections and threw others under the bus to save her own skin.
"I don't know, Yezbit," he said, his voice measured. "You've given me no reason to trust you. You've been nothing but cruel and manipulative since I started working here."
Yezbit's face flushed, but she held his gaze. "I admit, I may have been... too focused on my work. But this is different.
I'm trying to help you, Vorcka. I'm trying to protect you from Ally. She's dangerous, and she wants to use you for her own gain."
"And how exactly is she planning to do that? Why should I believe you're trying to help me now? Give me one, single reason."
Yezbit hesitated, realizing she didn't have a solid answer. She had made assumptions based on her own biases and insecurities, and now she was trying to use those assumptions to manipulate Vorcka into doing what she wanted. She took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.
"I have proof," she blurted out.
Vorcka was immediately interested. She had proof? Of an imaginary conspiracy? She was just gonna keep digging this hole. "Alright. Show me the proof."
Yezbit paused, already realizing how bad of an idea this was. "I can't." She admitted. "Not right now, anyways." I can bring it tomorrow."
"You do realize that that means I can't trust you until tomorrow, right?" This weekend was deviating from his expectations already. He could probably force it back onto the tracks, but he was enjoying watching Yezbit flounder. And she was definately floundering. In fact, Vorcka had a feeling that she might try to flee the country, never realizing that no one was chasing her. He needed to press her a little bit.
"Yezbit, are you really going to show tomorrow? You won't try to hide and not take responsibility, will you?"
Vorcka asked pointedly, watching Yezbit's reaction closely.
"No, of course not," she stammered, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I wouldn't do that."
Vorcka studied Yezbit for a few moments longer, trying to gauge her sincerity. It was difficult to tell with her, but it didn't matter. He had several ideas on how to make sure she didn't disappear on him.
"Alright then," he said finally. "I'll hold you to that.
Yezbit sighed. It was early afternoon. She had some time to come up with something before tomorrow morning, or...other options.
"Well, I have a few things to finish up today, so I'll be heading back to my office," Yezbit mumbled, naked shoulders slumping. She turned and began to walk away.
"Yezbit, sleep." Vorcka ordered.
Still standing, Yezbit's head drooped to match her slumped shoulders as she came to a lunching stop.
"Yezbit. Turn towards me." Vorcka said.
Eyes closed, head slumped, she turned towards the sound of Vorcka's voice.
"First off. I don't want you having any fun without me. So sensitivity 1." He ordered. He could almost feel her tension decreasing as she stopped being so sensitive to every breeze and scrape against the ground.
"Yezbit, here is a truth. Your cursed panties. They prevent you from leaving town. If you were to ever try and leave town for more than a few days, they would cause you to die." Vorcka smiled. It didn't matter how idiotic the thing he told her, if he told her it was the truth, she would believe him.
"Now tell me, Yezbit. Were there any other unconventional methods you had planned to try and deal with this situation?" Vorcka asked with a raised eyebrow.
Yezbit's shoulders drooped even further as she mumbled, "No, I hadn't thought of any other ways yet." She was feeling defeated, both mentally and physically.
"Well, dont," Vorcka ordered. "Clever is not your strong suit. You attack a problem head on, and that's fine. Today, you will come up with some evidence to show me tomorrow. That is your only option. Tell me you understand."
"I understand, master."
Vorcka really enjoyed hearing her call him that. If he hadn't already come in her so many times that morning, he'd have been tempted to use her body again. Instead, he chose to give her orders for his own amusement.
"Yezbit. On the count of 3, you will forget everything that has happened since you fell into a trance. You will take a deep breath, straighten your shoulders, and prepare to find or fabricate whatever proof you need to frame Ally for your terrible behavior. But first, you will stretch your hands high above your head, spin three times like a ballerina, then proudly strut to your office as if nothing strange just occured. 1. 2. 3." Yezbit complied, losing all memory of their conversation as if it had been erased. Within moments, her posture had improved, and she was on her way back to her office with purpose. Vorcka watched with amusement as she twirled and strutted, before turning his attention back to his computer screen.
Almost immediately, Yezbit began working on finding evidence of Ally's involvement with HR. She didn't quite remember why, but she knew it was important.
She had to find something, anything that would prove Ally was behind everything. She started by checking her emails, scrolling through the countless messages she had sent and received over the years. She knew it was a long shot, but maybe there was something hidden in there.
Hours passed as she meticulously went through each email, her eyes growing tired and blurry from the strain. She found nothing but the usual office banter and work-related communications. Frustrated, she leaned back in her chair and sighed, rubbing her temples as she tried to think of another way to find the evidence she needed.
She knew time was running out, and she couldn't afford to fail. Not again. Even if every word was a lie, she would make something up that Vorcka would believe. Honestly, despite his skills on the computer, he'd proven himself to be less than intelligent in interpersonal skills as he'd let her take advantage of hims so easily. Yezbit could almost convince herself that this entire thing had been his fault, but she'd seen that done in courtroom before, and blaming the victim rarely ended well.
She just needed to present something to convince him that he was in real danger, and perhaps he even quit, just as she'd wanted all along. This could be exactly the situation she'd been looking for for months. And perhaps, after he saw the truth for himself, maybe he would be willing to give her one more dose of his nutritious semen.
Ally was well known to be someone who kept her login and password taped to her monitor, and Yezbit didn't even need to go to her office to check, having memorized it for her own purposes in the past.
She logged into Ally's account, looking for any email thread related to Vorcka's hiring. If she found something close, she could manipulate it to say exactly what she needed it to say.
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From the workroom floor, Vorcka occasionally looked over to watch Yezbit, hard at work. Apparently, the proper motivation could inspire quite the work ethic from her.
Feeling that he was on track to finish up his workload by the end of the next day, Vorcka finally got up and prepared to leave. Walking past Yezbit's office, he decided he wanted to have one last bit of fun.
Knocking on the door, he poked his head into her office. "What is it?" Yezbit snapped.
"Hey, boss. It's cold out tonight. You might think about wearing more than just your long coat home tonight. Besides, your office is starting to look like a college dorm with all these clothes strewn about."
"Vorcka, what I wear is none of your concern. As for the state of my office, the janitor has weekends off, so he will tidy up on Monday."
Vorcka smirked. "Yeah, that's true, but still, it would be a shame if he were ti make off with the pretty green bra of yours. It's really quite pretty."
Yezbit blushed slightly at the complement. "Vorcka, it really isn't appropriate for you to be discussing my undergarments."
"Well, you shouldn't leave them lieing around the office, then, boss." He said, bending down to pick up the discarded clothes being discussed. "Like I said, quite lovely. It would be a shame to lose them." He tossed them across the office, the insides still smeared with mess from earlier that day.
Yezbit let them land next to her, too focused on her efforts to have convincing evidence to present to Vorcka in the morning. "Good night, Vorcka." She said, still not looking up.
She barely noticed Vorcka leaving, too engrossed in her task. Hours ticked by, and she barely moved from her seat, except to grab a quick bite to eat from the vending machine down the hall.
As the clock struck midnight, Yezbit finally leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes. She had found nothing concrete, but she had managed to create a convincing narrative.
With a few well-placed edits and additions, an email chain between Ally and Eric now painted a picture of Ally manipulating HR to hire Vorcka, with the express purpose of using him for her own gain. Yezbit had even gone so far as to add a few veiled threats from Ally, warning Eric not to let Vorcka slip through his fingers.
Satisfied with her work, Yezbit leaned back in her chair and stretched, her muscles aching from the hours spent hunched over her keyboard. She glanced at the clock on her computer screen – it was well past midnight.
She should have been exhausted, but her mind was racing, fueled by the adrenaline of her deceit. She knew she needed to get some rest if she was going to pull off her plan tomorrow, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach.
As she stood up to leave, she noticed something peculiar. Her office door was slightly ajar, and she could have sworn she had closed it earlier. She pushed it open, peering into the darkness of the hallway. The fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Yezbit stepped out into the hallway, her heels clicking on the cold tile floor. She listened intently, but the office was silent, save for the distant hum of the building's HVAC system.
She shook her head, attributing the open door to her own forgetfulness, and made her way towards the elevators.
As she waited for the elevator, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced around the empty hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the elevator doors dinged open, revealing an empty car. She stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor with a shaking hand.
The elevator descended slowly, each floor seeming to take an eternity to pass.
Yezbit hugged her arms around herself, her long coat doing little to ward off the chill that had settled in her bones. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had taken root, gnawing at her insides like a relentless parasite.
As the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors slid open with a soft ping. Yezbit stepped out, her heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby. She hurried towards the main entrance, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the office building.
But as she reached for the handle of the heavy glass door, she froze.
A dark figure stood on the other side, their breath fogging up the cold glass. Yezbit's heart leapt into her throat as she stumbled backwards, her heel catching on the hem of her coat. She fell hard, her tailbone impacting the marble floor with a jarring thud.
The figure outside the door didn't move, their gaze fixed on Yezbit as she scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with fear. She couldn't make out their features, only the vague outline of a tall, broad-shouldered man.
He stood motionless, his gaze unwavering. Yezbit's heart pounded in her chest as she debated her options. She could try to call out for help, but the lobby was empty, and the security guard's desk was unmanned. She could attempt to run back to the elevators, but the man outside was blocking her only exit.
Taking a deep breath, Yezbit decided to stand her ground. She straightened her coat, trying to project an air of confidence she didn't feel. "Can I help you?" she called out, her voice steadier than she expected.
"I'm the only one here. Who are you looking for?"
The figure outside the door didn't respond, but Yezbit could see his breath coming in quick, shallow puffs, obscuring his face even more. She felt a flicker of panic, but she pushed it down, refusing to let it consume her.
"You're scaring me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just tell me what you want."
The man outside the door took a step closer, pressing his face against the glass.
Yezbit could see him better now, his features sharp and angular, his eyes dark and intense. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, with short, dark hair and a strong jawline. He was dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.
"Jaxon," he said, his voice muffled by the glass. "I'm Jaxon."
Yezbit's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Jaxon? I don't know any Jaxon. What do you want with me?"
Jaxon's lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh, I think you do, Yezbit. Or should I say, 'Boss'?" He emphasized the last word, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Jaxon? Wasn't there someone with that name in the IT department. "What are you here for? Nobodies working right now. If there's a computer problem, it can wait til Monday."
Jaxon's smirk changed to a full smile. "It's not a computer problem. More of a software problem."
"I don't care, mister Jaxon. Go home."
"Aww. But boss." Jaxon said, still calling through the door. "It's really important that I check this immediately."
"Go home," Yezbit yelled through the door. "Go home right now, or the things happening in this building will no longer be your problem come Monday morning."
"Alright. If that's the way it's gonna be. I understand." He started to turn away, then turned sharply but. "But first. System override, priority user J X N."
Yezbit heard the words, then immediately froze.
"Now open the door, bitch." Jaxon said.
Yezbits vacant expression stared at nothing as she reached forward, pulling open the door. In a robotic tone, she responded, "Yes, priority user, J X N. The door is open.
"Well damn," Jaxon whistled. "He actually did it. And it actually worked. Now what are we going to do with you?" Jaxon walked around the stiff, unmoving body of Yezbit. "Now how about you show me what you've got on underneath that coat of yours. I've always admired your wonderful....outfits."
Yezbit's arm began mechanically undoing the buttons on the front of her coat. As he saw her mostly naked body underneath, Jaxon began clapping his hands together and jumping up and down. "He left you without any clothes? Oh, this is gonna be great."
Jaxon grinned, his eyes roving over Yezbit's exposed flesh. "You know, I've been wanting to do this since I started working here. I mean, who hasn't, right? But you, you're always so... unreachable. Untouchable. Until now." He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Now, now, don't be like that," he chided, laughing. "We're just getting started. I have so many plans for us, boss.
But first things first, let's get you out of this drafty lobby. Now, turn around and walk back to the elevators.
Yezbit complied, her movements stiff and mechanical as she followed Jaxon's orders. He trailed behind her, his eyes never leaving her exposed body, a smug grin plastered on his face.
As they stepped into the elevator, Jaxon pressed the button for the top floor, where Yezbit's office was located. The elevator started to ascend, the numbers above the door lighting up one by one.
"So, boss, tell me, what have you been up to today?
Anything interesting?" Jaxon asked, his voice casual as the elevator climbed towards the top floor. Yezbit stood stiffly beside him, her eyes glazed over, her body still under Jaxon's control.
"Yezbit, answer me," he commanded, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She blinked slowly, her voice flat as she recited, "I was working on finding evidence to frame Ally for my misdeeds."
Jaxon let out a low whistle. "Impressive. And did you find anything?"
"No," Yezbit replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
Jaxon chuckled.
"Well, that's a shame. But don't worry, we can fix that. In fact, we can fix a lot of things." The elevator doors dinged open, revealing the dimly lit hallway leading to Yezbit's office. Jaxon gestured for her to lead the way. "After you, boss."
Yezbit stepped out of the elevator, her heels clicking on the carpeted floor as she made her way to her office. Jaxon followed, his eyes never leaving her body.
"Now, boss, I want you to sit down at your desk and start typing. You're going to write an email to Ally, confessing to everything. You're going to tell her that you've been the one causing all the trouble, that you've been framing her, and that you're sorry. You're going to send it to her personal email, the one she uses for her secret little side projects." Yezbit sat down at her desk, her fingers beginning to dance across the keyboard, following Jaxon's orders without question.
The email began to take shape, her words flowing smoothly, painting a picture of guilt and remorse.
Meanwhile, Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a mixture of amusement and fascination. He had always wondered what it would be like to have Yezbit at his mercy, and now here she was, completely under his control.
As she finished typing the email, Yezbit hit send, her shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of her actions seemed to settle upon her. Jaxon pushed off from the doorframe, walking over to stand behind her, his hands resting on the back of her chair.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Yezbit didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the blank screen in front of her. Jaxon smiled, enjoying the power he held over her. He reached around her, his fingers brushing against hers as he moved the mouse to open a new document.
"Next, we're going to write a resignation letter. You're going to step down from your position, effective immediately.
You're going to explain that you've realized the error of your ways, that you can't continue to live with the guilt of your actions, and that you need to take some time to reflect and make amends. You're going to send this letter to both Ally and Eric.
Yezbit's fingers moved robotically, typing out the letter as Jaxon dictated. Despite the surreal circumstances, she felt a strange sense of relief as she wrote the words. Maybe this was what she needed, a clean break from the toxic environment she had created.
She had been so consumed by her desire for power and control that she had lost sight of what was truly important. Now, here she was, being forced to confront the consequences of her actions, to make amends for the harm she had caused.
As Yezbit finished typing the resignation letter, Jaxon leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "And now, boss, it's time for the pièce de résistance. You're going to write a confession, a detailed account of everything you've done. Every manipulation, every lie, every scheme.
You're going to include dates, names, and as much detail as you can remember. And then, you're going to print it out, sign it, and leave it on Eric's desk. After that, you're going to pack up your things and leave this place for good."
Yezbit's fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitation creeping into her movements. "But... what about Vorcka? He's involved in this too." She turned to look at Jaxon, her eyes pleading. "He's the one who... who did this to me.
He's the one who's been controlling me, not you." Yezbit's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation.
Jaxon laughed. "Oh, we gave Vorcka the keys to the Porsche, but he was never really the owner of the car. Don't worry. I'll give him a good story, but tonight you disappear."
Even cut off from her emotions as she was, Yezbit felt a cold dread creep down her spine. She turned back to the keyboard, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to type out her confession. Each word was a knife twisting in her gut, a stark reminder of the person she had become. As she wrote, she couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, as if she were watching someone else's life unfold on the page.
Jaxon watched her closely, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He could feel the power coursing through him, intoxicating and exhilarating.
He had always wanted this, to have Yezbit at his mercy, to make her pay for all the times she had belittled and humiliated him. And now, here she was, completely under his control, typing out her own confession like a good little robot.
As Yezbit finished typing, Jaxon read over her shoulder, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Excellent," he murmured. "Now, print it out."
Yezbit rose from her chair, her movements stiff and mechanical, and made her way to the printer. Jaxon followed, his eyes never leaving her exposed body.
As she reached the printer, he couldn't help but admire the curve of her back, the way her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. He had always found Yezbit attractive, but he had never dared to act on his feelings. Now, with her completely under his control, he felt a surge of desire coursing through him.
"Print it out," he commanded, his voice low and husky. Yezbit pressed the print button, the machine whirring to life as it spat out the pages of her confession.
Jaxon reached around her, snatching the papers from the tray before she could touch them. He held them up, scanning the lines of text, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Perfect," he murmured, tucking the papers under his arm. "Now, sign it."
Yezbit turned to face him, her eyes blank and unseeing. "Sign it," Jaxon repeated, his voice firm and commanding. She reached out, taking the pen he offered her. Her hand trembled slightly as she signed her name at the bottom of the last page, the ink flowing in a looping, elegant script.
As she handed the pen back to Jaxon, she felt a strange sense of finality wash over her. This was it - the end of her career, her reputation, her life as she knew it. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, a longing for the person she used to be, before ambition and greed had consumed her.
Jaxon took the pen from her, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Excellent," he murmured, tucking the signed confession under his arm.
"Now, there's just one more thing we need to take care of before you can truly disappear." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, sleek device. It was a USB drive, but unlike any Yezbit had seen before. It was encased in a smooth, matte black metal, with no branding or labels. "This," he said, holding it up for her to see, "is a little something I cooked up in my spare time. It's a virus, of sorts, designed to wipe all traces of you from the company's systems.
Every email, every document, every record of your existence will be gone. Poof. Like you were never here."
Yezbit's eyes widened in shock. "That's... that's illegal. And immoral. You can't just erase someone's existence like that."
"Oh, boss, always so concerned with the rules. Sometimes, you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when you were the one breaking the rules, manipulating and scheming your way to the top."
Yezbit couldn't argue with that.
She had been the one to set the precedent, after all. Still, the thought of being completely erased, of leaving no trace behind, sent a shiver down her spine. "What about my personal belongings? My things in my apartment?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't worry, boss. Your new motto in life will be travel light and use a big stick." Jaxon said, smirking at the joke.
Yezbit's brow furrowed, confusion clear on her face. "But... what about my friends? My family? They'll know I'm gone. They'll look for me."
"They always do," Jaxon smiled. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you never need to worry about such things ever again. Besides, how many of those do you actually have?" His smile was cold and wicked. "Now let's go check out the server room in the IT department. I have some new friends I want to introduce you to."
As they stepped through the dimly lit IT room towards the back, Yezbit noticed a smell overwhelming that of the ozone and electrical equipment. She smelled sex in the air.
Stepping into the back room, Yezbit immediately recognized the other IT worker, Nico. His cock was currently buried in Ally from HR. Yezbit knew immediately that HR wouldn't be looking for her, and if anyone else came, they'd never find her either.
"Hey, man. He did it. He got lucky and hooked her first try. Not only that, but she was practically gift wrapped." Jaxon crowed, walking in behind her. "She has now disappeared for good. No witnesses, and no one cares. Now, whenever we need to send the other ones out to work, Yezbit's fine ass will always be available for use." Jaxon said, a gleam in his eye as he looked at Yezbit. "You won't mind that, will you, boss?"
Yezbit stood there, her eyes blank, her body still under Jaxon's control. She didn't respond, but her mind raced. She couldn't believe what was happening, what she was hearing. She was going to be used, passed around like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Not a word of protest, boss? I'm disappointed." Jaxon tsked, shaking his head as he began to slowly peel her panties off of her. As it slowly dawned on her what he had done, her panic traveled in a new direction, knowing the curse had been activated. Everything that was happening, knowing that she would suffer even more from her curse, it was all too much. Her eyes rolled back and she saw only white. Then there was only darkness.