The hand jolted her awake, warm, firm on her shoulder.

“What took you so long? Was the key not outside?”

I drove straight here. Eva let me in before she left. Were you asleep?

Karen felt the warmth of her tight, armless track-jacket swaddle her overtop her scant workout clothes, laying down on a couch… or so she guessed. It had been a while since Karen’s living room had been described to her, and waking up was always disorienting, since she couldn’t easily discern where she was.

“Long day. Pick me up. Let’s go hunting.”

Fergus’ arms wrapped around Karen’s toned waist and had little problem getting her entirety wrapped in his embrace and up in the air before slipping a hand under her butt for support, but his reply cut her plans short.

I don’t think so.

“What are you talking about? I thought—”

You said you would lead until I had my hands on you, and I’m not letting you retract your word this time.

Fergus’ words came fast and verbose, jutting through what she wanted to say, while both his hands were busy holding her tight.

“How are you typing so fast right now?”

I put the SIM card from your brickphone into mine so I can use voice-to-text. That thing was ancient. Nokia ancient.

“Hey! I never said you could do that. Those phones are my property!”

Now you’re not going to overwhelm me with texts, and you’ll hear every word I curse you with as I fuck you properly tonight.

Karen was taken aback by this behavior from her heretofore-unassertive assistant, squirming in his arms as Fergus began walking… somewhere, presumably to her bedroom. This felt like an altogether different man than the one that had carried her to Eva’s car, or even the one that had taken her home yesterday, and yet his embrace was the same. Karen felt an overwhelming wish to just smell him so close, maybe he heard the long draw of air into her collar’s air port.

I bet you’re pissed right now you have no say in what’s about to happen.

‘Pissed’ was not the word Karen would have used, and she was growing more surprised with herself every moment. Still, she played along.

“Fuck you, of course I have a say! This is my house! How dare you think otherwise, you useless little nobody desk-jockey!”

It was only about the length of time it would have taken for his phone to say that out loud, that Karen felt her limbless torso tossed into the open air, weightless until she wasn’t.

There were no words, just whatever the interpreter caught of her adrenaline-fueled mental screaming as she fell through the air and landed on— her soft mattress! They were in her bedroom!

Her head— no, the brain in her ribcage rattled inside its bioplastic shell, aching slightly.

Had he really just—?!

“How fucking dare you!? I’m not some insignificant thing to be handled as you like! Do you even know how fragile a body like this is?”

Karen had landed on her side and fallen over onto her front. It made no difference which direction she faced, it would do her no good, but still she tried her best to roll over, twisting the hardpoints of her shoulders in contrast to her wide hips, her attempts utterly fruitless.

You weren’t fragile last night.

“That’s different. You—

I always forget you can’t hear things like this. Here.

A strong buzzing met the mound through her tight sportswear, breaking all concentration. It was impossible to scold him properly when an assault so ruthless was being enacted upon her only remaining lips. Karen squirmed into the bedspread, getting nowhere fast as the vibrator pressed harder into her bottom… then pulled away into that familiar nothingness.

The woman silently sighed out her airhole into the fabric, wishing she could grab or bite it in need. Instead she directed her pent up energy all at Fergus.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! I am going to send a—

Now, I was thinking to myself on the way out the door, even if I do find your toys in that box you mentioned, they would be long dead by now, right? So I made a stop and got some of my own.

Karen’s hips were gripped by two strong hands and she was quickly flipped onto her back, and she felt… utterly owned, having just tried to do the same action without any luck.

That mystery we’ll leave for another time, since I do want to find those balls for you, but for now a simple vibe will do, along with one more thing…

The track jacket zipper pulled away slowly, exposing Karen’s bare midriff, toned and firm as her only muscle group left to work on. She made attempts to construct a suitable response but Fergus kept talking as he stripped her, drowning her thoughts out of her own tired mind.

If at any point you actually want me to stop, I want you to say that word. Stop. But you are not in control tonight, do you understand? This is your bed, but tonight you’re mine.

This was just too much, too over the top! Leave a bit to subtext why don’t you! But perhaps the safeword wasn’t a bad idea. Karen played along.

“You haven’t earned me, asshole. Why don’t you go fuck yourself! You do this and you are so fired, do you hear me?”

But she had a feeling that even if her texts were announced aloud, she was going to be as ignored as last night, as Fergus’s attentions focused on her body alone. Having just peeled away her bottom pouch, exposing the last remnants of her legs and the vulnerable space between with no difficulty at all, Karen knew her glistening pussy would render her biting words totally toothless, if he even read them.

She felt his hot breath on her slit, endlessly excited by the idea of him kneeling there before her, staring at her cunt with no hope of resistance or covering up. The fleshy hips framing her pussy undoubtedly twitched, Karen imagining crossing her legs, or was she spreading them wide? She could hardly remember the cues, and it likely made no difference to her assistant. She opted to instead arch her back, pushing her tits up, as she waited eagerly for a perfect sequel to last night.

But he didn’t meet her lips with his! Never mind some tongue! Instead that vibe dragged along her petals and folds, teasing her on the lowest of settings, as eager to jump inside her as she was to accept it.

I just can’t believe my boss is so insatiable she crafted a whole story to get me here. Last night I was overwhelmed by that. Caught off guard. I totally fell for it, but I’ve learned what you really want.

And Fergus slipped the vibrator inside her, the spreading and filling and subtle-yet-overwhelming buzzzz making Karen beg for more, words she made sure Fergus would never hear.

As Karen’s fire lit anew, she felt her sports bra pulled over each heavy breast with care, then ripped from her shoulders easily. She lay naked before him, blind, deaf, mute and ignored, inexorably vulnerable to whatever he had in store, twisting and tensing in sensation and dissatisfaction, just waiting for him to fucking get on with it!!!

“And you’re a greedy little man who is going to lord my disabilities over me, aren’t you? What do you think I want, Fergus? Last night wasn’t enough for you? Come on! Give it to me!”

As if he heard her, Fergus went to work putting… something… on her. It felt like netting, but not like the hosiery kind… more like straps that criss-crossed her body, hugging her curves, holding her tight. Some rings of the material slipped around her tits, while other straps ran right next to her spread-open slit, around her hips, ribs, shoulders. It was all cinched tight along her back.

Karen realized she was being put in a harness! A body that had for so long felt like a form of bondage was now compressed and contained, somehow even more confined!

“Don’t! I never said you could put me in this!” Karen focused toward Fergus, and she had to admit it was hard not to say “stop” as the vibrations tickled her in all the right ways yet got her no closer to the edge she needed so sorely.

Fergus left for a bit, prompting Karen to send him message after message asking what right he had to leave her there alone like that, full of his new toy and its pulsing patterns, really wishing she could touch herself, turn it up, turn it down, something. Luckily, the fact she couldn’t, and a well-trained imagination of her phantom limbs tied behind her did the trick.

Here we go, let’s bring you to my level.

Since it was all text, Karen couldn’t know if Fergus had muttered that or said it in the sultriest of tones, but it gave her a slight warning before the torso was grabbed and hoisted off the bed, just not in the usual way. He did not lift her tenderly, nor hold her close. He flipped her over yet again and gripped her by a strap between her shoulder blades. Karen left the safety of the bed being lifted by each tight, slicing strap of the leather or latex or whatever, her body totally ensnared yet also open to the air, lacking any sense of human treatment as she was moved like luggage toward whatever destination he envisioned.

He lifted her up, and then let her slip, only to feel her harness keep her there, in the air, her breasts heavy and unsupported.

You’re like a perfect addition to the room, a hanging toy almost made for me.

Karen squirmed silently, hanging there in the empty void he called a room, saying in no uncertain terms, “Get over here and fuck me!” before his hands were all over her, his suddenly nude body so close, so hot! Finally!!!

There was no rhyme or reason to his molestations, and she did feel them to be that self-serving, the hand cradling under her ass to graze against her labia, then to pull the toy out of her cunt and let it fall to the floor with an unheard thud so he could hold his stiff erection against her pussy, a total surprise, running it along her folds but not inside, not where she needed it!! His other arm wrapped around the small of her back, the thinnest point of her diminished frame, so the pendulum would swing toward his now-bare chest, his hot breath blowing across her clavicle.

Where was she hanging? She couldn’t know. From what? Had he drilled into her ceiling or did her room have crossbeams? She didn’t know, didn’t care, didn’t worry. She didn’t have to, as Fergus overloaded her sense of touch, the last remaining point of true contact Karen had with the world around her, overloaded everything she had left, and it was simply heaven.

This is when the words sex toy started trickling in — muttered or screamed by her lover, Karen couldnt know — breaking apart my sex toy the few thoughts she had left just a toy as each little screw nothing more than a sex toy drilled into her train of thought, you’re just my sex toy her will and resistance shattered my boss is just a toy after such a long day, she heard the words a gorgeous sex toy and smiled, cried, begged Fergus to fucking shut up and use her.

He probably heard none of it, of course.

Then the rope holding her up suddenly slipped! And stopped! Fuck! She hated that feeling!

But before Karen could launch a protest, or spout her safeword, she felt herself tipped horizontally, and could only imagine where her neck collar was in relation to Fergus’ cock, until she didn’t have to imagine. He popped her esophageal hatch and removed the cover entirely, leaving the last remnants of her mouth as defenseless as her pussy on her other end, facing the open room, dripping and aching for the toy it had lost.

Gripping her by the harness, Fergus held the compact torso tits down and rammed his cock down her throat. It was firmer and larger than she remembered, truly hard now, much more confident than his weak, desperate, last-minute spill down her throat last night. He was fucking her in the last place she wanted, a place no man could ever touch another woman, so close to where her true self was hidden beneath her chest, so peculiar and unique.

It was amazing.

Karen swallowed over and over, hoping it gave him some further constriction, to get him closer.

She kept receiving random words from his phone, Honey, Cove, Sod, Hall, most likely misinterpreting his grunts, but he did let something slip: You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look like this, something Karen held close as she pictured the two of them in her mind’s eye.

Out of body, Karen could only imagine how ridiculous her swinging chest looked hanging underneath her; could only try to imagine what patterns the harness made in her skin; and could only wait for Fergus to finish enjoying her throat, to reach the pinnacle of his abilities, pull out, spin the sex toy in his hands around on the end of a string, grip her hips, and plunge his ready manhood into her needy cunt.

Yanked back into her little prison by the glorious impalement, Karen felt the harness swing as Fergus’ hands gripped her fleshy hips hard, harder than anyone ever should, spanking her in a way she never thought anyone ever would, as he used her; not so much thrusting as pushing and pulling her tiny frame, weightless, along his cock in the air. Karen gripped his spear as firmly as she could, her whole body bursting with the feelings emanating from her pussy as it was subjected to such glorious abuses, finally full and spread and content, until she was overcome with lust and passion and need and came! Hard!

Held aloft in the air, twitching, Karen had no idea what escaped her filter and sent to Fergus as her mind called out in ecstacy, but he didn’t stop, using her like the sex toy she now knew she was until he climaxed too, filling her insides.

They stayed there for a moment, him still standing lock-kneed and buried inside her as deep as he could be, while Karen’s hazy mind slowly came back to earth, or to her little world, at least.

Was that rough enough, then, Ms. Clyne?

Karen laughed weakly, her torso buckling in mid-air, exhausted, as Fergus lifted her up to his chest, still not slipping out, unclipped her harness, and strode to the bed. “I don’t think you can call me that anymore.”

So you had a good time? Fergus said as they collapsed into the soft mattress and covers.

Karen let herself sneer mentally, imagining teasing the young stud. “A little too much talk for me, I think I’m used to the quiet in here. You’ve obviously never heard of ‘less is more.’”

“But yes. :) ” She tacked on quickly, before he could make some cringeworthy connection between an adage on mid-century design and his cock.

They laid there, Fergus’ body heat more comfortable than Karen remembered, his body a guest she could learn to welcome in this safe softness more regularly.

You seem tired. I should probably let you rest, maybe find that box for you.

Don’t go. Karen thought, before catching herself. Fuck. Did that send?

Ok. Fergus replied, holding her a hair tighter against him.

I heard that, too.

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