Chapter 1-Late at Night
Cleo was on her knees, her legs spread so wide her panties began to tear. Her knees were tied to the base of one of the metal preparation tables with rope holding them pinned to opposite ends. Another rope around her waist held her pinned to the middle shelf, while a final rope was tied tightly around her neck, pinning her head to the top counter. Her arms were pulled up high and then back behind the top counter, thrusting her breasts out, offering them to her assailant.
Her head was beating hard against the counter top as her assailant fucked his big cock in and out of her mouth. Her hazel eyes pleaded with her assailant but he paid her no heed. She was just another fuck toy, needing to be punished. His cock grew harder as he heard her choking and gasping on the cock forcing itself down her throat. He had started out slow, showing her how to suck his cock, how to run her tongue up and down it, how to take it down her throat. She had complied willingly, the whisk shoved into her mouth showed her he meant business. Now he wanted to cum. And cum hard. He was fucking her face with all of his strength, pushing his stomach into her lips, smashing them into her teeth, blood covering his cock as he fucked her. She would have to pay. Pay for fucking with him. And he had another whole day to do it and a kitchen full of instruments to use on her tender body. When he finished with the cunt, she would always think of cooking in a new light.
It had started out to be a good day for Cleo. She was the Executive Chef at Victoria Island's most famous restaurant. Cleo loved Canada, her husband and her had moved to Victoria Island when she got an opportunity to be executive chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants on the island. Her husband was an accountant and since he worked for a large Canadian firm he could transfer to any location. Cleo was young for an executive chef at such a renowned restaurant. At twenty-five she had surpassed most of her peers.
While she enjoyed her job, her home life was not as satisfying. Cleo was 5'7" tall, 155 pounds with a pair of 38C's. She was of Portuguese descent, dark skin, lovely hazel eyes and a pair of succulent lips that were made for sex. When you saw her smile, all you could think about was those lips wrapped around your cock, those hazel eyes watching you as you fed her your big cock, that innocent face that just begged "fuck me, hurt me." Her sex life with her husband had diminished to almost nothing. The only way she could get him to fuck her was to seduce him. Even when he did fuck her, it always left her unfulfilled. She was not sure what, she just knew that there must be something more.
The day had started out good. It was the last day of the week, the restaurant closed on Mondays. Her husband had to go out of town for two days so he would not be home until Tuesday so she could go home and relax. When her husband was out of town she would get on the Internet and seek out sex stories. One of her favorite authors was Powerone. She loved how all of the women in his stories only purpose were to please the men. To do whatever they wished, when and how. It did not make a difference if it involved pain or pleasure. To please man. She would have time to lay on the bed, her vibrator in her pussy, masturbating herself to one of many cums from reading his stories. She could feel herself beginning to get wet when she thought about it. She must put it out of her mind. She had more important things to do.
Michael, one of the assistant cooks was chronically late or absent and he was already one hour late when he came in. He breezed around the kitchen like it was nothing. Michael was in his mid-forties, dirty blonde hair, good build but he had an attitude. He did not like women, or at least working for a woman. This makes it tough when your boss is a woman, an aggressive women at work. But that did not stop Cleo from looking at him. She caught him eyeing her many times and she noticed the bulge in his pants. A very big bulge. Today would be different. Cleo was going to fire him. He had only worked for the restaurant for two months, his absenteeism and lateness record was terrible. When she confronted him there was a big blow out. Luckily the restaurant was not open yet, the shouting heard throughout the building. Cleo held her own. After an extended time she finally got him to leave with a promise to have his final check ready before closing. He finally had calmed down enough, even though she could still see the rage in his eyes, he left, promising to return later for his check. He said he would need it, he would be leaving town tonight since he no longer had a job.
As soon as he left, Cleo went from one crisis to another but took care of each in her commanding way. The day flew by, the customers coming and going, the kitchen staff working even better then usual without Michael. The day was almost over, the last of the help had just left. She locked the door behind them and went back to her office. She had about 1/2 hour of paperwork to do before she would go home. She liked the peace and quiet of an empty restaurant.
Michael had been watching the restaurant for the last two hours. They had closed over and hour ago and he watched through the windows as the help cleaned the restaurant for the next day. The restaurant was at the end of a dead end street, located prominently on one of the many public parks in Victoria Island. Once nightfall came and the restaurant closed, it became deserted. He had heard Cleo tell the hostess that her husband was to be out of town today and tomorrow and she was going to enjoy her day off alone. He counted the employees as they left until he knew the final one was gone. He would give her ten minutes until he would knock on the door to get his check.
He was going to get his revenge on the cunt. She had fired him in front of the others, embarrassing him. She would have to pay for that. He would have quit soon anyway. They would start asking about his name, or at least the phony one he gave them as soon as payroll reports were filed. They always did. He would end up quitting instead of telling them his real name. They would fire him anyway had they known his real name, they would not hire convicted felons. Especially ones with records for rape, sodomy and kidnapping. He had done ten years for the last one, prison overpopulation giving the system a chance to throw him out early. It was almost worth it. They had only caught him for one. And it was only because the mother complained. Most of the others were too embarrassed to admit that they were raped or sodomized. How do you tell your husband that some stranger fucked you in your asshole and made you cum?
Michael went to the front door, putting down his bag next to the door. He was already packed and ready to leave town once his work was finished with Cleo. His bag also contained various things he needed tonight. A good supply of rope. He would improvise with the rest of the toys. There were more then enough instruments in the kitchen that could be inserted into Cleo's various orifices to make her cum. And he would make her cum. Over and over. He knocked on the glass door, seeing the light come out of the office in the rear, illuminating the dining room. Cleo came up to the door, seeing Michael standing there, her face trying to hide the fear she felt.
"It's late, Michael, I will have your check on Tuesday," she yelled through the glass.
