***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***
I wake up earlier than normal, nervousness sitting in the pit of my empty stomach. Today I would be meeting the owner of the company. It had now been 3 months since I started here, so along with my review there would be a meet and greet. This is good apparently. If they don’t set a meet and greet, it means they aren’t planning on retaining you. I want to stay. I like the company; it is small but profitable and there is room for growth. Plus, I need to stay. We need the money right now; I can’t afford to go without it. Good or not, I was very nervous. I went to my closet, looking for what to wear. Browsing my options, I come across my navy-blue dress and pull it out of the closet. Unzipping it, I step into it and have my husband zip me back up into it. It comes just above the knee, flaring out slightly on the bottom. There is a tie attached to the waist that wraps around and ties at the hip in a bow. I slip on a thin, no-show black thong and grab my black boots from the closet. I look in the mirror, deciding to swap out my boots for flats. Upon my second inspection, I go to my alter and grab my crystals. Crystal quarts and amethyst, in hopes to soothe my hectic mind.
When I get into work, I meet with my manager early in the morning for my review. “Come on in, Emma” she tells me. I step into her office and shut the door behind me, taking a seat in the chair across from her. She smiles at me, making small talk about how I’m doing and how my weekend went. Upon exchanging niceties, we got into my performance. I was right on track for the current duration of my employment. She was happy with how I was doing and excited to see what would come of the future. We ended the meeting discussing my upcoming meet and greet that afternoon. “The owner will come to your desk and grab you. He likes to familiarize himself with where each employee sits. He also enjoys the talking and walking.” She paused at my eyes widening – “nothing too serious” she added noticing. “What do I talk about?” I asked, getting more nervous by the second. “Just boring, surface level topics. Once you two get into his office and start to have lunch, he will ask about your goals and such. Be honest! He loves to promote people when he deems it necessary. If he knows your goals and sees your efforts in reaching them, you could very well move up quickly.” I smiled and nodded at her, understanding.
With my review having gone so well, I was less nervous and more excited at this point. I finished up a few things, waiting for the owner to come and grab me. I went through all my emails, answering any of them that needed immediate assistance. As I finished up, I heard a low-toned voice at the entrance of my cubicle. “Hello, Emma?” He asked. I looked up from my computer, smiling back “yes, that’s me!” He smiled and said “I am Charles. Nice to meet you.” I caught his eye wandering around my cubicle. He stopped at the crystals, squinting, and then looking at the pentagram at the center. He looked back at me; a forced smile painted on his face. “I see you have crystals! Do you believe they have some sort of magic powers?” he asked me, sarcastically. “Yeah, kind of!” I said back, light-heartedly. “Ohhh, it’s like you’re a witch” he said, the sarcastic tone remaining. I smiled at him again, adding a wink this time “I am.” He grimaced, just barely. He quickly tried to hide his reaction as we sat uncomfortably quiet. “Let’s go get some lunch and chat, why don’t we?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. I stood up in my chair, following him to his office.
My manager made it seem like he would spark conversation on the way to the office, but he stayed silent, so I took the lead. “How was your weekend?” I asked. He continued walking, not looking back at me, and in a monotone voice said “oh it was good. Saturday, my wife and I took our kids to their soccer game. Then Sunday we had a lovely church service.” I smiled and said, “I am glad you had a good weekend” as we entered his office. I took a seat on the couch next to a table covered in full Chinese food boxes and two plates, while he shut the door. I love Chinese food but decided to wait until he offered the food before serving myself. My stomach grumbled as the smell of lo Mein, wontons, potstickers, and sweet and sour chicken filled the air. “How was your weekend” he asked me, as he made his way around the room, closing the blinds on the each of the windows. Weird, I thought to myself. He walked towards me, taking a seat on the couch next to me. “My weekend was nice. I spent most of it reading.” He smiled, “oh? What were you reading?” I had been reading a tarot book but after seeing his shocked expression at my cubicle, that probably wouldn’t be well-received. “Just a mystery book” I said back, keeping it brief. He began to put food on each of the plates, not pausing to ask me what I wanted on mine. A weird energy filled the room as he set the full plates down, seemingly done filling them.
He peered up at me but remaining hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees. “Did you know that it is a sin to worship other gods?” He asked. I froze. I grew up in a catholic household, so yes, I did know this but being asked this at this moment caught me off guard. I could feel my skin heating as I simply nodded “yes” at him, unable to respond. “You’re a witch though” he said plainly. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stayed seated, staring at him. “Back in the day, they used to burn witches alive” he said as he pulled out a lighter. His thumb slid quickly along the metal wheel; sparks fly as he presses down on the button that keeps the fire alive. He looks at me through the flame. “You know the problem with today’s world is there are too many godless people roaming the earth. No consequences, just doing whatever they want. Ignoring gods will.” I was scared now. The flame went out. It was now just him staring directly at me. Somehow the fire that had been between us made me feel safer. I tried to explain myself, “I -I don’t worship anyone. I just, you know, appreciate energies. Meditate. It’s harmless.” His brow furrowed at me, seemingly not impressed with my perspective.
“Do you know why God made women?” He asked. I could feel myself beginning to sweat, my nerves on edge. I didn’t respond. “To serve men and procreate” he said. “Unfortunately, we have women like you though. Women who think that they can disrespect religion, disrespect Jesus Christ.” I shook my head no, speaking desperately “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come off disrespectful.” He looked at me angrily, “but you have a pentagram in your cubicle. Better yet, you have a pentagram in MY cubicle.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I attempted to hide my discomfort. “I-I-“ I tried to speak only to be interrupted. “I work hard to build up a company, a Christian company. Only for my hiring pool to include candidates like you. Women who don’t realize their purpose. Their role in society.” A tear fell from my eye, I quickly turned and wiped it, trying to hide it. He reached out and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t worry, I will teach you to learn your place” he said, pushing me back using the hand already on my face.
I crawled back, hitting the arm of the couch, coming to a halt. “Please” I started pleading, as he grabbed at me. I slid to the side, making my way off the couch and onto the floor. I quickly crawled a bit, then attempted to stand. My intention to run for the door. Halfway between crawling and standing, I felt a hand on my hair pulling me to the ground. My shoulder hits the floor, scraping across the rug before the rest of my body follows, flopping down. I look up, seeing his fist for a mere second before I felt it on my cheek. “Owww” I cried, feeling my face swell and throb. “Normally, my rule is not to hit women. I would never lay a hand on my god-fearing wife. You’re not god-fearing though and he sends you to hell for eternity so in comparison, this experience won’t be so bad.” He reached down and tried to pull my dress up above my hips. “I’m married, please stop” I pleaded, being ignored as he advanced further. “Stop crawling away from me” he said angrily. Just in time for me to hit a wall. I realized there was nowhere left to go. “If you hate this, imagine how eternal damnation is going to feel on this pretty skin of yours” he all but moaned out as his fingers slid up my leg and towards my pussy. I tried kicking him off me as I yelled “GET OFF-“ only to have a hand placed over my mouth. He kept his hand there until I quit struggling to scream. His size made it easy for him to wait me out. I would tire before he would lose hold. Exhausted, I laid there panting.
He returned to his previous assault, his hand now pawing at my panties. I wined, bucking my hips to give a final attempt at avoiding it. His fingers slid into me, my pussy sopping wet. Noticing this, he pushed all the way into me and held his hand there as his eyes made contact with mine. They were much darker than when I first met him, almost black. He didn’t have to say anything. Instead, he looked directly into my tear-soaked eyes and made it clear to me that he knew I wanted this. I didn’t want to think he was right, but my body was responding to the assault much differently. He continued fingering me, keeping me pinned against the wall. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to my face, “suck on them” he demanded. I opened my mouth, the pain in my cheek evident with the movement. Wasting no time, he slid them onto my tongue and watched my lips close around them obediently and suck. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, a small grin creeping onto his face. Quickly he pulled them out and slapped me in the face twice on the other side. I brought my hands up to my face to avoid any following blows, cowering. Suddenly I was being dragged by legs across the ground. My dress sliding upwards as it caught against the carpeting.
I clawed at the ground as I repeated “no, no, no” over and over. We came to a stop; my ankles being let go and dropping to the floor with the rest of me. I rolled over to my stomach to try to stand again but was toppled. My face was now being ground into the floor with one hand as his other hand was ruffling with his pants. I continued to struggle under his hand but proving unsuccessful. I could feel the skin of his cock on my leg now. He used his knee to pry my legs apart, now on top of me. His weight preventing me from moving anywhere. I felt his humid breath in my ear, “let’s keep the theme of doing to you, what I wouldn’t to my wife, why don’t we” he asked me as I felt him attempting to fuck my ass. “Ow, nooo” I squealed as he had to force himself into me. My asshole was tight, tearing as he went in further. I screeched at the pain, a hand wrapping around my mouth as he grunted and pounded into me. I couldn’t hide the tears anymore, my insides feeling like they were being torn apart. “You’re hurting me” I cried, muffled still. “Good” he snarled, fucking me harder. It didn’t take long before he was pumping his cum into my asshole. When he finished, he got off me and left me on the floor while he put himself back together. I slowly got to my knees, various parts of my body aching in ways that they never had.
“Get up, Emma” he demanded. He was now dressed and put together almost perfectly. It was like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, my legs and shoulders were sporting some pretty gnarly rug burns and the shiner on my face would be there for days to come. My dress was in shambles, panties around my ankles and cum leaking from my ass and down my legs. I reached down, pulling my panties up and stood, patting out my dress and putting my hair up in a bun. I kept my head down, turning to leave. “No, not through there” he said. I turned around, confused. “Over here” he said, gesturing at a door horizontal to his desk. I looked at the door, but in my state of shock didn’t comprehend that it wasn’t an exit. I walked towards the door, him already in the lead. He opened it, inside was small nook. He pushed me in saying “it wouldn’t be good if people saw you looking how you do. I will let you out when everyone leaves for the evening.” My eyes widened, knowing there was still 5 hours for the late shift people. “Don’t worry Emma,” he began in a condescending tone, “I have breaks throughout the day, so I will visit you. I also left you a bible in there.” He shut the door, leaving me locked inside.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zu3rl8/company_owner_makes_new_employee_obey_gods_will