Author's Note:
This story is inspired by Moe Wallace's "Breeding the Neighbor" and Homer Vargas' "Marta and Robert". If you've read either of those, you already have a pretty good idea of what's coming. If not, and you enjoy this story, you should go check them out. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Thanks for reading!
Paralegal Paralysis
by Fidget
Oh no, not again, Bill thought to himself, as Kara winked at him and pulled her blouse dangerously low, showing off her generous cleavage.
Kara was a paralegal in his firm. He had known for months that she had a crush on him, but nothing he did seemed to discourage her pursuit. He had been careful never to give even the appearance of returning her affections, and remained strictly professional no matter how much she threw herself at him. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive - Kara was absolutely stunning, with pale skin, jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and the body of a centerfold playmate - he just wasn't interested. He wanted to focus on his career at this point in his life, and not get too involved in any personal entanglements.
He stood up and walked out of his office. It was time to put an end to this once and for all.
"Kara, could you come in here, please?" he called, and ignored her grin as she bounced into his office.
Bill shut the door and sat down at his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Waltz?" she asked, making eyes at him.
"Sit down, Kara," he began. "There's no easy way to say this, but, put bluntly, your flirting has got to stop. I've done everything I can to show you that I'm not interested, but you haven't taken the hint, so now I'm telling you. You're not my employee, so I can't fire you, but if you don't leave me alone, I will make life very difficult for you. Are we clear?"
"Yes sir, perfectly clear," Kara responded, utterly crushed. A second later, Bill caught a glimpse of a fury in her eyes the likes of which he'd never seen before, but it was gone in an instant, and her face was again the picture of innocence.
"May I go now, sir? I have work to do."
"Yes Kara. Thanks for your understanding," he said, as she stood up and coolly left his office.
Bill leaned back in his chair. He hated having to do that, but enough was enough, and hopefully this time the message had sunk in.
Two months passed without Kara as much as speaking to him. Life was good, and he was up for a potential promotion to partner in a few weeks.
One Friday evening after work, Bill came home and poured a finger of his favorite scotch to enjoy while he watched the sunset. A few minutes after taking his first sip, however, his head began to feel heavy, and before he knew it his hardwood floor was rushing up to meet his unconscious face.
When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was unable to move. He also noticed that he was naked and loosely tied to a chair, but that didn't seem to be the reason for his immobility. A blurry shadow walked in front of his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he realized that it was Kara.
"Hi Bill. Oh no, don't get up. I like you right where you are. Sorry about knocking you out like that, but it was necessary. This little beauty has to be injected directly into the bloodstream," she said, holding up a small bottle and syringe.
"I've given you a dose of an interesting little poison I stumbled across a few years ago. It's a paralyzing agent, but it's designed to only paralyze the muscles in your extremities, to keep you from resisting or escaping. It specifically avoids core muscles associated with the peripheral nervous system, including, of course, the muscles controlling sexual response, so you'll soon find that Little Billy is working just as nature intended," she continued with an evil grin.