The Destruction of Jennifer – Chapter 01

This is the first in a series of stories that will see a beautiful, talented young woman, Jennifer, turned from a brilliant Wall Street executive into a helpless toy at the mercy of her wealthy, powerful and psychopathic boss. I anticipate that the stories will explore many dark themes, including blackmail, rape, humiliation, sadism, degradation, torture, abuse, submission, betrayal, drugs, prostitution, violence, toilet, bestiality, human trafficking and more.

In the opening chapter, the stage is set. Jennifer is framed for crimes that she did not commit, then forced to make a Hobson’s choice between prison and an uncertain future of helpless servitude. The hell that is to become Jennifer’s life will unfold as it will.

Perhaps some will have suggestions for what awaits Jennifer. If so, I look forward to hearing them, as well as other feedback. I have a taste for the extreme, and there are very few themes that I am unwilling to explore. The psychology of degradation fascinates me as much as the act itself, a fact that will be reflected in my writing.

“Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil.” — Marquis de Sade

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The accounts executive standing in front of John couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Her fashionable but modest business suit did nothing to cover her slim waist, full hips, and C-cup breasts. She gave the immediate impression of a girl who belonged on the beach at the kind of exclusive Caribbean resort where the wealthy, young and beautiful play. Eyes as green as jade and full red lips added a touch of the exotic to her soft face. Understated makeup and jewelry enhanced rather than covered over that natural look. A stylish bun at the back of her head held long, naturally wavy blonde hair that when let down would cascade to the middle of her back. Her muscles were toned from years of regular exercise and yoga. At 26 years old, she had lost none of the blush of her youth.

John Jameson couldn’t look at a woman like Jennifer without seeing her in his mind’s eye, cowering in the presence of his powerful 6’2″ frame. She was a woman he could casually pick up by the throat and throw across the room with one hand. She was a woman who would be helpless when it came time to destroy her cunt, throat and doubtlessly virgin asshole with his cock. He could almost hear her screaming… Almost feel her choking on his cock as she gagged on the flow of his hot piss and her own bile deep in her throat…

But now was not the time for those thoughts; not yet! He pulled his focus back into the moment. First he had to spring the trap.

Jennifer Conroy was in no state to appreciate the magnificent view from the 35th floor corner office looking out on New York City’s financial district. In the last few minutes, Jennifer’s carefully constructed world had shattered. She stood in the middle of the room in shock, her perfect face frozen in a rictus of terror and disbelief.

On paper, Jennifer had the makings of a top-flight executive on the rise. With her first-in-class MBA from a prestigious East Coast business school and stellar recommendations from a series of internships, she had her pick of jobs. It had taken a salary package usually reserved for seasoned traders to attract her to Jameson Financial.

But it was not Jennifer’s professional resume that had captured John’s attention. He was a man used to taking what he wanted. When he first saw her during her interview, he knew that it was a question of when and not if he would destroy her. His thought had been to let her take a position elsewhere, then after a few months drug her and rape her against an alley wall and leave her for whoever else might find her and decide to sample her charms.

That was before he read the results of her psychological profile. His firm used a more in-depth assessment than most firms on Wall Street, designed to provide John with a very complete appraisal of a potential employee’s mental and emotional makeup. It was nice to know before hiring a secretary or administrative assistant just how compliant she would be.

Of course, John also made it a point to pair executives and traders with assistants who were a good match to their particular tastes. Feeding aggressive men sexual meat that they could not resist was a powerful management tool, especially when combined with the hidden cameras installed throughout the private spaces in the building. Nothing assured the loyalty of a good, upstanding Christian family man quite like possession of a video of him getting coked up and then choking out his slutty secretary as he gave it to her up the ass in a men’s room stall!

John smiled to himself at that thought, but to be honest he seldom had to go to such lengths. The perks alone were enough to attract and retain the sorts of ruthless traders who gave his firm its reputation. High performers knew that if they needed to work out their frustrations on some tasty little number who would keep her mouth shut afterwards, there were plenty of willing partners. It wasn’t completely accurate to say that every skirt in the building was a good time party girl who would spread for anything with a cock, but it wasn’t completely inaccurate either.

Even so, a girl like Jennifer was a rare find. So beautiful. So intelligent. Yet also delicate and vulnerable underneath her professional competence. He doubted that Jennifer herself had any idea of just how sexually submissive and dependent she could become…

John was pulled from his reverie by a sudden outburst.

“This is impossible!!! I checked those portfolios myself! There was nothing out of order. Nothing!