Warning:
contains non-consensual sex, threatening with a weapon, degradation, piss play. Do not proceed if you are disturbed by these elements. M/F in their early 30s.
Robert knocked on the wooden door once, and no one answered. This was the last job of a rough day. All he wanted was to go home and have a beer. He knocked again impatiently.
"Wait!!!" A female shouting voice came through the door. Robert sighed and waited.
Two minutes passed and still nothing. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Jesus Christ, would it kill you to give me a fucking sec?!" The shouting voice came through again.
Robert took a deep breath to calm himself. "Ma'am, if you're busy, you can book an appointment for another day."
As he was about to leave the door opened and an East Asian woman appeared. She was wearing a white house robe. Half of her long dark hair was in curls, and the other half straight. She had a pretty face, but now was full of annoyance. She made a loud "tsk" noise. "What's the big deal? You guys made me wait for ages for an appointment, now you can't wait for two minutes? Boo hoo."
Robert glared at yet another entitled customer, but she had already spun around and walked down the hallway. She pointed at the room on her right without sparing him another glance. "The sink has been leaking for weeks."
Robert clenched his jaw, entered the washroom with his tools, and examined the pipes under the sink in silence.
Fuck these customers. Fuck this job. Fuck this bitch. And fuck whoever did this shitty DIY job to the pipes.
He'd been working on it for 15 minutes when the woman came back.
She stood at the door. "Hey, how long will this take? I've got somewhere to go." This time all her hair was in curls and framed her heart-shaped face, and she had added some delicate makeup to her eyes, adding a sweetness to her face.
"It's gonna take at least an hour," he said.
"What?! It's a stupid sink, how hard can this be?"
"With this much damage, you're lucky you haven't had a flood."
"You have to be fucking kidding! Is this a scam? You plumbers are real scums."
Fucking brat
. He dropped his wrench into the toolbox with a loud clang, and suddenly her phone rang. She whipped around to walk away from him again. Then he heard a door close, but her bratty little voice lingered.
"Oh my god I think I'm gonna be late." "It's the fucking plumber......he said it's gonna take an hour...to fix a tiny little sink......can you believe it?" "I'll come as soon as I can." "Yeah I'm
so
going to complain to his boss."
***
When she came back out into the hallway, she had changed into a white knitted long-sleeved dress that hugged her body tightly, accentuating her ample bust and slim waist. Robert's eyes traveled down her body, past the pokey nipples. Those nude heels probably gave her an extra 4 inches in height. She was still short.
"What are you looking at?" She snorted in disdain, but a small smirk played at her lips for the attention. "Creep." Then walked in a different direction towards the kitchen.
"Well, it's done. Just want to show you the faucet," Robert said.
"Really?" She perked up and followed him to the bathroom.
"Here," Robert said. She leaned in and noticed a chain had been added to one of the legs of the sink. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face against the mirror, leaving an alluring smudged red from her lipstick on the glass. "Ow!!" She yelped, lost her balance and flailed, then the pressure in her scalp was gone and next her arms were twisted behind her back.
"What are you doing?!" She screeched angrily, then she felt something sticky bind her wrists together. Duct tape.
Robert fisted her hair again and pushed her face down against the cold, hard counter. "Shut the fuck up, you nasty little brat," he hissed in her ear and slapped her ass with a loud smack, then he spun her weak body around.
Now
he liked the look on her face. Smudged lipstick, frightened eyes; haughtiness replaced by fear, it was the first time she properly looked at him since he had walked into her apartment.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She whispered, realizing his menacing look.
He stepped closer and pressed his erection against her pelvis. "Why don't you guess?" He wrapped his strong arms around her petite frame as his hands deftly attached the other end of the chain to her taped hands, chaining her to the sink.
"Let go!" She screamed, pulling against the chain and kicking. A fuck-me heel got him in the shin. He grunted and slapped her across the face hard.
She whimpered as her ear rang and a sob started in her throat. Heat spread across her cheek. Next thing she knew, he shoved a hand towel roughly into her mouth as much as it would fit and then stalked out of the bathroom.
***
Katie was flexing her wrists and feeling around the chain to look for a way out when Robert came back with something in his hand.
Her phone!
"Mmhhmmhmm!!" She protested behind her stuffed mouth.
Her eyes widened as she watched Robert pull out a box cutter. Drops of tears rolled down her face when the blade emerged.
"Do. Not. Move," Robert warned. Katie stiffened as he cut her dress open from the neckline and her round tits spilled out. He grabbed a big handful of tit in one hand and enjoyed her little whine, then lifted her face with the blunt side of the blade with another. "I'm going to ungag you and you are not going to make a sound, unless you want me to cut this pretty face." He gave her tit a hard squeeze and another sob rose in her throat.
She had never been so violated in her life and nodded numbly with misty eyes.
He took out her gag and lifted her phone before her face, and the phone unlocked with facial recognition. He flashed her a charming smile, put the box cutter away, and then took a few pictures of her with her dress torn and tits exposed. Then he pushed her down on her knees while unbuckling his belt.
She saw his cock spring free and deeply regretted her own stupidity. "Look...I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I was rude...please...let me go...please..."
He tilted his head to regard her, his hard cock in hand, with a hint of smile in his sharp blue eyes. He was feeling better about this miserable day already. "Stick your tongue out."
Katie wanted to say no. He was still holding her phone in one hand with the camera pointing at her. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
"If I have to take the knife out again, someone is going to bleed and it's not going to be me. Stick your tongue out and do not move until I say you can. Don't make me hurt you more than I have to."
This can't be real. This can't be really happening.
"One."
A blow job. Is that what he wants? Maybe if she complies...
"Two."
She made herself stick her tongue out and prepared for his cock to come. When a stream of piss hit her face, she was first aghast and instinctively wanted to turn away.
"What did I say?" His warning came again.
Then humiliated tears flowed down her face as the stream of piss hit her tongue and then ran down her bare chest, to her ripped dress. She met his sadistic eyes and a heavy sense of degradation washed over her. It felt like something was breaking. The last bit shot into her mouth and he grabbed her face to force her mouth closed. "Swallow."
The uncontrollable sobbing then came and her body trembled in distress. "Not looking so arrogant now, are you?" He mocked cruelly as he kicked off his jeans. He made sure her phone captured everything and then put it down.