New Secretary – Marie Gets New Status
If you have been reading the previous stories about my new very personal assistant Marie, you'll know that she has turned out to be a great addition to the company and a incredible influence on me. I had become unnervingly dependent on her. She had organized a "bonding retreat" for my key people and their VPAs that ended up as a continuing sex fest of amazing proportion, and has taken our relationship beyond my original plans for her. I never realized how emotionally important she had become to me.
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Not long after the conference I had this feeling that things were going too well. It had happened so many times in my life – in business and with women. It never seemed to last long enough. Sometime, somehow, you had to pay. Robert Heinlein called it TINSTAAFL (there is no such thing as a free lunch). I carried this foreboding for weeks – kind of like the other great science fiction classic Star Wars: "I have a bad feeling about this." It was affecting everything. Even the staff began to wonder if something was wrong with me. Marie kept trying to see if she could get me out of my funk.
Then it happened – the thing I had quietly feared. We had just left one of our clients, Marie had done her thing and she was sitting close to me in the car. Her dress was still unbuttoned up most of her legs and she was showing them off to anyone who could see into the car. We stopped at a light between two vans. When the light changed to green and the vans didn't move, I beeped a reminder to the drivers.
Five large guys came out of one van and seven from the other and walked up to the car. When I locked all the doors, one of them on Marie's side smashed in the window, opened the door and pulled Marie from the car. When I started to get out to help her one of the others cold cocked me unconscious.
When I woke up, we were in an alley. I was sitting up against a wall and tied up. I heard Marie screaming and making gurgling noises. As my eyes cleared I got a glimpse of what was going on. They had torn her clothes off. She was on her back spread eagled on an old mattress lying on the ground. Each one of her legs and arms were spread out and back and cruelly held by one of them. She was open and exposed about as far as they could make her and she was obviously in some pain from it. One guy had his dick in her mouth and was pumping in and out mercilessly. I could hear her choking. Another one was pummeling her pussy for all he was worth. The others were cheering them on. I looked around and I just knew they were all going to take a turn.
It occurred to me in my fog that had they let her do it voluntarily, she might have been able to control the situation for them and herself. She might have even enjoyed the total depravity of the sex. This was a lot different. Rape was a lot different. Brutally treating her body as they were was different. It turned out to be much worse.
As they continued, when one came in her, another would take his place punishing her harder with each change. Marie would occasionally struggle and they would kick her in the side to stop. The last time they kicked her in the head and she blanked out. She just lay there and they did what they were going to do. They flipped her over on top of one of the fat ones. He stuffed his dick in her now gapping and cum filled pussy and another kneeled in between her legs from behind. Without any hesitation, he drove his big cock into her ass. There wasn't any lubrication to ease the way so Marie awoke and screamed in pain from the tearing onslaught. When they finished, two more replaced them as well and a third stuffed her mouth. That prick held her nose until she choked for air and passed out again. It didn't stop him from forcing his dick down her throat and cumming. She was coughing and gasping for air and they laughed.
For what seemed like hours, they each cruelly squeezed her tits, pinched and pulled her nipples, fucked her pussy, mouth or ass, two or three at a time. Every so often I would pass out and be awakened by Marie screaming. Each one had at least four shots at her. Her body was covered with cum. Bruises were forming everywhere. A couple of times I thought I smelled burning flesh and feared what they must be doing. They just laughed and cheered louder as she screamed in pain.
When they finally stopped she looked like a discarded rag doll that had been thrown from a moving car and run over by a truck. As they left the alley, the last one came over to me and kicked me in the ribs. I was sure I heard them break. The pain kept me awake long enough to struggle to get up to help Marie but between my ribs and the rope I couldn't manage it.
When Marie finally came to, she somehow managed to crawl over to me and untied me so I could help her. I was gripped by pain and couldn't breathe very well. I figured they had punctured a lung, but that didn't matter. What I saw they had done to Marie was horrifying and I gasped in horror. I was filled with rage and the desire for retribution but tending to her was first. We held on to each other long enough to stand and stumbled out of the alley. There was the car, totally trashed – everything in it stolen or burned. I reached in my pocket. Amazingly my cell still worked, and I called for help.
The ambulance took us to the nearest hospital. They went to work on Marie in the ambulance on the way. She was in pretty bad shape. She had two black eyes that had by that time swollen totally shut, a bruised and puffy face from the punches which cracked her left cheek bone, several of her ribs were broken and she had a pretty bad head concussion from the kicking, she had bruises all over her body and had bleeding rips in her throat, vagina and anus. Her nipples and labia had been badly abused and they had been burned with what looked like a cigarette. She must of endured incredible agony. They wouldn't let me stay with her at all. She was heavily sedated and in a great deal of pain even so. They were surprised she had survived. They said she would be in the hospital for at least four weeks in recovery. Mentally her recovery was another story.
I was luckier. I had a small concussion and three broken ribs. Luckily, the ribs had not punctured anything and just needed to be reset in place.
The following morning Tom, Jeff and Rachel came by along with the police. I told them all what happened. The police asked me to help identify the guys as best as I could and I agreed to try. I picked two from a mug book they had brought along. I memorized their names. When the police left, Rachel asked me who they were and I told her. She wrote them down and left.
"Where is she going?" I asked Tom.
"Rachel is half Italian and she said her mother's father had been looking for an excuse to do those guys for a long time. They have been terrorizing the city. Those two names will be all he needs to find the rest."
"I'm not sure I want to take the matter in my own hands even though I have a thirst for revenge. I have had time to think and I really am in no position or condition to go after them."
"Jack – you aren't and you don't want to know. Leave it at that."
I was released the third day. Marie was still heavily sedated. I talked with the hospital psychologist about what to expect and she helped me form a plan for after her release. It was involved and complicated so I ignored work. I went to the hospital every day and sat in her room and held her hand. Sometimes she might have known I was there but most of the time she was out of it – at least for the first week. I had plenty of time to stare at her and consider where we had come and how. I tried hard to let my emotions slowly vent, but I couldn't help what I was feeling.
Over the next three weeks she physically got better. I watched her progress, helped her with her physical therapy as much as I could and generally tried to be there for her. At one point she told me to go back to work that there wasn't anything I cold do. I told her she wasn't my boss, I was hers, and that's the way it was. Truth is I was feeling very guilty. I was the one that had ultimately put her in harms way. I was also a little lost without her. I missed her – a lot. I conceded, that for me, things about Marie had changed.
The day before she was released, I was reading the newspaper when I saw this little piece about what appeared to be a gangland hit. The article said a known, twelve-member gang of Columbian origin with a penchant for brutality, especially toward women, where found killed and mutilated in an alley not far from where our attack had been. The reporter said that their genitals had all been cut off and stuffed in their mouths. Rachel's grandfather had found them and he had done what he promised he would do.
When I picked up Marie at the hospital I told her I wanted her to take some time off. Rachel and Madeline were going to spend alternate days until she could fend for herself. I would come by at night to look after her. She refused it all and said she wanted to go to her mothers for a couple of days.
A week later she called and asked to come into work. She said she needed it – the idleness was driving her mad. I had mixed feelings but, knowing how determined she was, I agreed to a limited schedule. That first day everyone came around to welcome her back – especially Tom, Jeff, Madeline and Rachel. I didn't press her for work. Later that day she came into my office.
