Comfort Girl No. 4

Chapter One-3

Later that afternoon, as she was sitting at her desk, opening the afternoon inter-office mail, the telephone rang. Janice could tell from the ring that it was an outside call, direct to her line. Not too many people had that number so she figured it was probably a friend or something important.

“Hello, Janice Paterson speaking.”

“Ms. Paterson, you missed your appointment today. We are very displeased with you.”

It was the voice from the phone, from the weird company. How did they get her work number? They were going to get her fired! Well, she would put an end to this right away.

“Listen, I never said I would take a job from your company. I don’t like the way you do business. I’m sorry, but I am not taking a job from you. So please leave me alone and don’t call on this line again.”

Janice hung up the telephone. That should put an end to that, she thought. Again, she didn’t like the menace in the voice, different from the voice’s tone the night before, but much like the driver from this morning. Well, it was all over now, anyway.

When she came home that night, Janice found a note slipped under her door. It was a small card, smaller than an index card, white, with simple writing. It was addressed to her. It said simply:

“To: Janice Paterson

Re: Job Training

Please present yourself to the company’s driver tomorrow at 8:15 A.M. for transportation to commencement of your training program.”

Janice was startled. Was this card from the night before or did these people really not get it? Well, if they didn’t get her message, she would file a harassment charge against them.

As Janice made her dinner, took her bath and relaxed in front of her TV, she stewed about the card and the phone call of that afternoon. She was just about ready to turn in when the telephone rang. Janice checked the call waiting and saw that the number was blocked. She had a good idea who it was. It was probably the stupid company. Well, she wasn’t going to answer it.

After the fifth ring, Janice’s answering machine kicked in. After her cute little message, a voice came on the line. It was the same guy.

“Ms. Paterson, I know that you are home and that you are listening to this. You have been instructed to present yourself for training for your new position with our company. Failure to make the appointment will disappoint us greatly. Goodbye.”

Janice shook her head. These people just didn’t give up. If that car was there again the next morning, she would notify the police. Enough was enough!

Just as promised, the limo was there the next morning in front of Janice’s building. The little Asian guy was there too. He stood by the limo with the door opened invitingly. Janice ignored his gesture and walked away as fast as she could.

At lunchtime, she called the local precinct. She was referred to the citizen complaint department and told her story to a somewhat incredulous police officer. He assured her that these people would give up and he didn’t see anything threatening or menacing in what Janice had told him. “Just walk away ma’am. You should be honored that they want you that badly.”

Janice slammed the telephone down in disgust. What an asshole she thought. I can’t believe these people can keep hassling me and get away with it. Well, if all she could do was ignore them, then that’s what she would do.

That night, Janice treated herself to an extra orgasm as she lay in her tub. She was well relaxed when she prepared for bed. She wore nothing but her panties and a t-shirt when she slept. She climbed in, turned off the light and pulled up the covers. There had been no telephone call that night. Maybe the cop was right. Maybe they would just go away.

In the middle of the night, Janice woke up with a start. Her heart jumped into her throat as she felt a hand across her mouth and the pressure of a massive body leaning over her. The room was lit only by the glow from the streetlamps outside. As she started to struggle, she felt another hand grab her around the throat and squeeze.

Well, that was the end of the struggle to get free; now she was struggling for air. She felt legs wrap around hers, her arms pinned to her body by the arms of her assailant. As the need for air began to get acute, Janice felt an odd detachment. She was angry for allowing herself to be murdered in her own apartment. She could hear her mother’s “I told you so’s”, even though she knew that, if she was dead, she would not get the chance to hear her mother’s reprobation.

Just as her consciousness was beginning to wane, Janice felt the hand around her neck ease up. She gasped for air through her nose as her mouth was still encumbered by the man’s other hand. She made a slight whinnying noise as she tried to draw as much air into her lungs as she could. Then the man holding her spoke.

The voice was deep, with a strong accent, almost certainly Asian. The words were spoken softly but sternly. “Make no talk. Make noise and be hurt, understand?”

Janice shook her head affirmatively as decisively as she could, given the hand over her mouth and the huge body crushing her. The hand pulled back from her mouth, letting her draw breath, but keeping pressure on her cheeks with the man’s fingers. Janice knew that if she made the slightest sound, the hand would be back and then she would be in for it. Maybe this guy wouldn’t hurt her if she cooperated? That’s what they said, didn’t they, cooperate and live or fight and die. If she was going to be raped, there was nothing she could do about it now.

Finally, the man’s hand left her face. She remained pinned to the bed on her back, the man’s legs athwart her body, locking her legs into place. Janice felt the man reaching for something and then heard a ripping noise, as if he had ripped the bed sheet. In a second, she discovered what had caused the noise as the man pressed a wide piece of duct tape across her mouth.

Oh, God, not gagged! Janice thought. As the tape was pressed home, she, for the first time, began to panic. This was becoming all too real.

The man then lifted his weight off of Janice’s body and pushed her over on to her stomach. He held her hands together behind her back in a vice-like grip. His hands were big, able to encompass both her wrists. She felt the man fumbling and then heard the ripping sound again. He was going to tie her hands, Janice realized. He’s going to tie me up and do things to me. Oh God, please help me!

Janice was right. The man circled her wrists with the tape, first across and then over and under her wrists. He did this twice and then tore off the end.

Janice’s hands were now tightly tied behind her back. For a moment, the man sat his huge bulk on the backs of Janice’s legs. Janice could feel a hardness pressing against the lower portion of her rear end. It could only be one thing, and it was. The man had obviously enjoyed the act of subduing her. Janice knew it and, in her panic, imagined what would come next. She was wrong.

Sliding himself down towards the foot of the bed, the man quickly wrapped Janice’s ankles with tape, locking them together. He then pulled Janice’s body so that her feet rested on the floor and her torso on the bed. More tape around her thighs. Each time the man used the tape, Janice could hear the ripping, a terrifying sound to her in her predicament. As if something was being torn apart.

The man’s next move, he worked silently, was to pull Janice’s panties down off of her hips, under her belly and down to where the tape around her thighs began. Janice tried to struggle as her white, tender backside was exposed to view. Even in the dim light from the street, her baby soft ass almost glinted. For the first time since her ordeal began, Janice began to cry. Not hysterically, but mournfully, silently. She could feel the tears running slowly down her face. She tried to stop, tried to marshal her dignity and inner strength, but this effort was interrupted by the next development in her predicament.

Since she was distracted, Janice did not hear the slithering sound of a leather belt being removed from the belt loops of the man’s trousers. She did not see the man wind the belt around his hand so that it was short enough to swing accurately at a close target. She did feel the man’s hand press against her back, forcing her down, pinning her to the mattress. Janice did hear the swish of the belt’s whip end now rushing through the air, but it occurred too close in time to her next sensation to be remarked.

‘Crack!’ The belt was laid across the alabaster skin of Janice’s ass. Janice’s body stiffened as if electrified. She was about to cry out when another blow landed. ‘Crack!’

The pain was exquisite; a burning, stinging pain. Another blow landed and Janice began to scream behind her duct taped lips. Only a high pitched, muffled screech emerged. Janice tried to get up, move away from the force of the blows, but the man’s hand, pressed into the center of her back, held her down. ‘Crack!’ Another blow struck her, this time across the bottom part of her ass, the underside, where her ass met her thighs. This blow landed dangerously close to Janice’s treasure, and she almost gagged at the thought of being whipped there.

‘Crack!’ This time the blow landed across her thighs, not as pale as her rear, but tender all the same. Janice was now bawling uncontrollably behind her gag. The unreal feeling of being whipped in her own bedroom by this strong, silent assailant was negated by the excruciating, very real pain Janice was receiving.

Janice tried to move her feet, but the man had trapped them with his own. She could do nothing to prevent the man’s presumed pleasure at administering this almost juvenile beating. ‘Crack! Crack! Crack!’ the belt came down sharply against her thighs. And then the backs of her lower legs, three blows across them. The man paused, Janice was still sobbing uncontrollably. As if he had decided that he had made his point, whatever that was, he released his hand from Janice’s back and allowed her to free her legs from his. Janice almost slid off of the bed having gone virtually limp with shock and pain. The man prevented her from sliding off and actually pulled her back up so that her entire body was now fully on the bed, her head now resting on her pillows.

Janice cried, sobbing as if the whole world had betrayed her. Her whole safe, comfortable world was dissolved by this man’s violent assault against her in her own bedroom, an assault that she was powerless to prevent or ameliorate.

Suddenly, Janice felt the man’s hand reach once more around her throat. He pulled her head back, causing Janice to gurgle and moan. Is he going to strangle me now? Janice thought in headlong panic. Oh no, no, no, please, God, I want to live!

But the man had no intention of strangling her, for she was not merely an object for the man’s pleasure, although he did enjoy his work. No, Janice was an employee of the company that had sent him here. She was a disobedient employee and had earned this punishment.

As Janice ceased blubbering behind her gag, the man forced her to look directly into his face. It was the first time she had gotten a chance to take a good look at him. His face was broad, his eyes, slits; a scar ran down his left cheek. His nose was deformed like a prizefighter’s. It was a face Janice would never forget, a cold, mean visage. Certain that he had Janice’s attention, the man spoke for the second time that night.