Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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"All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and some of what you read may be distressing. Be safe and vigilant."
For Tiffany Bright, 26, things are looking up, and she's never felt higher, today moving into a new office as Chief Executive Officer of Cummings Enterprises International, replacing Domhnall and Gracie Cummings as leader of the organisation. With her boyfriend, Craig Reid, 26, at her side, or, technically beneath her in the pecking order, she feels like she can do anything.
This position comes with a lot of responsibility, and at a high cost both mentally and physically, being responsible for thousands of people in hundreds of businesses. This is the culmination of years of hard work and long hours, eating away at her personal life, and eating her way through her appetites, for food, for sex, being the one thing she craves; being back in the office, being a businesswoman.
Though she has such drive and ambition, Tiffany has been learning the humility of her limitations, being forced to delegate and dole out work to ease her load, but she invariably takes even more on anyway, just to feel the pressure weighing on her shoulders, making her mind swirl with words and numbers.
One such success story of Tiffany's delegation of duties has been in mentoring a protege; Miss Mia Milosevic, 21, who has shown dedication to young Miss Bright, and who is now the successor to her former duties in her former role.
They say it's lonely at the top of the mountain, but, now she's here, Tiffany takes a deep breath, scanning the breadth of her domain, feeling the power at her fingertips and at the tip of her tongue; to be the one who dictates present and lasting change as she deems correct and true.
Tiffany, however, is not alone, as she has a visitor to her office, not noticing at first, head down at a tablet screen in her hand, smartphone on her desk, and computer monitor to her side; that is until the visitor announces himself, "You've moved up in the world these past years. 5 is it?"
Tiffany feels her heart pinch as she looks across the desk to see Irvine White, 62, standing with a wide smile on his face from ear to ear, uttering, "You're back?"
Irvine sits himself down comfortably, regaling the young woman with memories, "You know, I'm perfectly familiar with this chair, sitting and talking business with Domhnall for hours on end. The sofa over there would play host to Ray and Gracie getting their business on, as the four of us co-ordinate to create business magic... poofft!
"Have no illusions, Miss Bright, we substantiated every deal made in earnest, in ways that would make your head reel. I'm not about to watch a child, let alone a girl playing at the big table, fumble what she just could never handle, and, so, the purpose of my visit is revealed. Ta-dah!... I'm here to resume my former position, and take back the reins before you steer this organisation into a ravine to crash and burn around your ears. I do this as a courtesy. Don't be scared now."
Tiffany maintains her composure, placing her tablet on the desk as she says, "I don't miss hearing your voice, but you obviously love the sound of it."
Irvine remarks, "Quippy. Just what I expect from a little bitch."
Tiffany giggles, "It has been just over 5 years since you were sent away to prison; for a 6-year sentence, I remember."
Irvine explains with the wide smile impossibly widening, "Oh, yes, you remember correctly, and no mistake. I managed to prove impeccable behaviour, and make parole. That being coming on 2 years now."
Tiffany looks confused, "Wait, why the long wait to do this with me?"
Irvine laughs, "Not that you would comprehend something as simple as strategy, but I will play nice and divulge the grand scheme. You see, when I came out, my heart and head were filled with notions of revenge, something bitter, and something fierce, but tempered into a resolve, steady and the truest of true you ever did see. You see, my thinking was, 'If I come bursting in like I own the place, Dom would see me thrown out before I clear the lobby.'
"No, Miss Bright, I knew I had to pick my moment, so, the first move was to prove to my parole officer that I am reformed and ready to reintegrate with society and civilised persons, and that took nothing but patience. It was during this time that I caught wind of Domhnall and Gracie's retirement and your ascension, so, I saw fit to bide my time a little more to come in and claim my prize at the right moment."
Tiffany splutters, "Prize?"
Irvine looks at her deathly serious, responding calmly, "I'm here to relieve you of the weight of the world upon your shoulders. You should be thankful, that the mercy of my return makes it so that weight won't give a hump in that pretty little back of yours. I leave the hump-making to that boy of yours, young Mr Reid, who I'll take as my personal whipping boy, to do my bidding. That kid doesn't have a spine to break, so I'll have fun with him... and you..."
Tiffany scoffs, "Have fun? With me?"
Irvine states seriously, "Oh, yes, Miss Bright. With you. Because, I intend to show you your place in the pecking order; beneath me, and that boy of yours cuck to watch while he works his mind and fingers to the bone."
Tiffany giggles, "Hah, that's funny. You should've thought of that before you came into my office, and threatened me, or did you forget about the silent alarms? One press of this button discretely, and... you're gone... you're history..."
Irvine humours the young woman, "That would be a swift checkmate, true, but what you fail to understand is that I'm always going to be ahead of your game, because you have no game. If you press that button, you risk me taking from the board: your son, your daughter, taken from you in the blink of an eye by my loyal girls."
Tiffany sobs, "Sheena and Bonnie..."
Irvine smiles even more, "Yes, you remember well, Miss Bright."
Tiffany asks, "What about the cameras in here?"
Irvine shrugs nonchalantly, "Where just talking. Nothing illegal or offensive."
Tiffany asks, "What are you going to do?"
Irvine grins glaringly, "We're going to leave here, nice as you like, and go somewhere we can be more comfortable, Miss Bright. Oh, and, you won't need your things, or your phone. Just get up and walk with me. Do as I say, and it'll be all over before you know it."
Tiffany's chin trembles as she gets to her feet, feeling her world rocked by Irvine's sudden appearance coming with such impact. Her emotions feel shattered, and her legs feel like jelly, shaking as she walks as if floating on air, caught to walk arm-in-arm with the apparently gentlemanly Irvine, escorting her with common courtesy from the premises.
Irvine invites Tiffany to sit in the passenger seat of his chair, taking her out into the countryside, driving for what feels like hours past non-descript fields to a stately home. Irvine informs his guest, "Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Bright. We have the place all to ourselves while we conduct business."
The walk into Irvine's manor feels indistinct like a dream to Tiffany as she follows him through halls to a large drawing room with a tall ceiling, furnished lavishly with antiques in grand fashion. She perches herself on an elegant armchair across from Irvine, with a table between them where Irvine places the papers of a contract and a pen.
Irvine details the situation to Tiffany, "You sign this, expressing your wish to handover your position and responsibilities in Cummings Enterprises International to me, in their entirety, with immediate effect, and you are free to go. It's really that simple.
"You look pale, and blind-sided, and that is unbecoming of a leader; proof, if anything, that you are ill-equipped for what lies ahead if you continue as you are. What I offer to you is a mercy, and, we can negotiate a position more to your speed, to ensure your job security. I would hate to see you struggling and penniless. That would serve no-one.
"This is strategy. You had an immediate and winning advantage in your office, and all it took was a change in scenery to take you out of your depth, and confer to me the winning advantage. You are powerless. Even behind bars, I could find a route to getting what I want, undermining you in the process, and all I had to do was wait for the perfect moment to pull the rug from under you."
Tiffany sobs, "You cunt..."
Irvine strains to hear, "What was that?"
Tiffany slaps him as hard as she can across the face, raging, "You insufferable cunt! You walk around like you own the place. You talk like you own the place. What you have is exactly nothing, turning to steal to get what you want; stealing what I have given everything to work for, and you threaten my kids to do it. You miserable, fucking cunt!"
Irvine huffs, taking a deep breath as he towers over Tiffany like a giant, crushing her throat in his grip, and using his entire body weight to hold her down as she flails against him, telling her, "You don't have to make things any more difficult than they have to be. To be successful in business, you have to be efficient, and not expend resources you don't need to, otherwise you wear thin, and eventually, you lose everything, and the more effort you put in to your exuberance, the more it devastatingly hurts when you do lose... everything..."
