Office Slave: Chapter 4 – Showing Rachel Her Place

“Right give me the car keys and get out” Toby ordered.

Rachel handed over the keys and saw Toby slide them into his jacket and as he pulled his hand out the gun came with it. Rachel looked at it with trepidation remembering what it had just done to her and worried about what it might still do to her.

She sighed and pulled herself together, knowing the best course of action right now was to keep Toby happy.

She opened the car door and exited the car, feeling the presence of the gun pointing at her spine the whole time.

She rummaged in her bag for a few seconds. At first she was looking for some weapon; but there was nothing in there to use. Just her iPhone, her purse, her make-up and a tiny hand mirror. She kicked herself. Her mum had always told her to get some pepper spray and she had never listened. She resigned herself to waiting for another opportunity, and pulled her keys out to unlock the door to the house.

Meanwhile Toby had walked round the car and as Rachel slid the key into the lock she felt his hand slide under her coat and squeeze her right arse cheek. Her whole body squirmed at his touch. She was rushing so much to get the key into the second lock she dropped them. This meant that as she bent down to pick them up her arse pressed into his hand. She felt him squeeze tighter.

“Look at you enjoying my hand on your arse. You filthy slag!” Rachel knew better than to argue. Finally she got the door open. “Go on bitch! Get inside! And get your coat off!”

Rachel stepped inside and removed her coat, and hung it on a hook by the door as she always did. She turned to her tormentor completely naked except her black heels. She covered her pussy as he looked her up and down.

“God you really are so fit.” He drooled as he admired her long, smooth legs, accentuated by the high heels; her curvaceous hips and flat stomach; up to her mammoth bulging out from her body; and then her sexy, scowling face, staring at him with such hate.

He didn’t like that look and so before she could react he had stepped forward, clutched her breast in his right hand, pushed her back up against the wall and moved her hand aside, to slide his left hand between her legs. She shuddered and squealed as his digit slipped inside her.

“Let’s change that look on your face!” He whispered into her ear as he molested her.

“Please stop” Rachel begged. She was no longer scowling but grimacing; as his finger started to flick around inside her, and his hand squeezed and pulled at her breast.

She felt so abused; but instead of stopping, Toby just put his lips to hers to stop her complaining. She now had to contend with being assaulted in three places as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She kissed him back, she didn’t really have a choice with her tormentor still holding a gun, for whilst one finger was inside her. The other four maintained a firm grip on the weapon. This also had the added effect of the shaft rubbing on her clit from the outside, pinning it between it and his internal finger.

Rachel’s pussy ached from the amount it had been inserted tonight; it had already taken Vinnie’s massive rod, Toby’s finger and that fucking gun. And Rachel had a feeling another hard object might be going in there later tonight.

Toby continued to kiss and grope her for a few minutes; loving the feeling of her warm body both inside and out. But eventually he pulled away, he had stuff to do.

“Come on let’s go make some dinner. I’m starving” Toby said, and he bent down and picked up his suitcase and they walked alongside each other into the kitchen.

Rachel had an enormous kitchen, it was her favourite room in the house, which was saying something as the house had cost her over a million. It was open plan, with black marble tops running along three walls and a large space in the middle for a mahogany table to seat six.

Although Toby had seen it before he was still impressed. He dropped his case by the table and took Rachel by the arm and led her over to the fridge to see what he could make for dinner. He pulled the door open and had a rummage inside. Rachel gasped and shivered slightly as the cool air washed over her naked body. Toby was turned on by the way the cool air hardened her nipples. He gave one a sharp tweak causing Rachel to yelp and scowl.

“Ooh salmon” Toby shouted, pulling out two large salmon fillets.

“I was saving them” Rachel moaned. Salmon was her favourite and she had been saving it for after the meeting tomorrow as a sort of celebration.

“Yeah, for our first night together! I love salmon; we’re going to have it now.” And he put it in her hands and started to pull out some vegetables to go with it, some carrots and some broccoli. Rachel was getting scared now at how much they had in common. ‘Cars, salmon, what next?’

“Put that all on the table!” Toby ordered as he went and turned the oven on.

“Right while that’s heating up. Let’s sort you out and then I can focus on the veg. Sit down there!” He ordered pointing with the gun at the chair at the end of the table.

Rachel did as she was told. Toby then picked up his brief case and put it down on the table; opening it carefully so that Rachel could not see the contents. After a bit of rummaging Toby pulled out a coil of rope. Rachel looked at it with trepidation as Toby stepped up to her.

“Hands out!” Toby ordered. Reluctantly Rachel did. Toby created a loop, lassoing her wrists together before snaking the top in a figure of eight around her wrists before looping it a few more times and tying it well out of the reach of her fingers.

“Please stop” Rachel begged. But Toby ignored her. Instead he couldn’t help give her soft breasts another squeeze. He then took a second piece of rope and looped it round her midriff, before tying it in a knot against the chair back.

“Right now you are secure, you can make yourself useful” Toby said throwing her the carrots, a bowl and a peeler.

Rachel sighed before setting about peeling them. Meanwhile Toby prepared the potatoes and broccoli, cutting them up into even sizes. He could see Rachel weighing up the value of the peeler as a weapon.