Conspiracies Ch. 02

AJ sparked a cigarette, anxiously pacing back and forth in her apartment. It was a one bedroom, but it was very spacious. Maybe it was because she didn't have much furniture, or belongings in general that made it feel so empty.

She puffed with shaky hands, taking in the nightmarish events of today. So many bad things happened she was scared to list them out in her head. If she did, she would probably go mad.

How did she get herself blackmailed for looking at some stupid pictures? If those were really aliens or monsters, whatever, why would Sauer ever let that information just sit out so easy to find? Either he wasn't nearly as smart as she thought he was, or he just really needed an excuse to blackmail her. If she really just discovered some crazy government conspiracy wouldn't they have just killed her?

What angered her the most though was that Oliver had to be involved in this, at all. This had to be his doing. What was his interest in her anyway? She was no bombshell, she hadn't even been nice to him. Her nerdy rant should've turned him off right away.

If there was a perfect time to plan a fake death, this was it. She had no real connection to her family, and they were hundreds of miles away anyhow. As far as friends go, they were all as eccentric as she was, crazed UFO nuts. If they knew she was part of some crazy conspiracy being blackmailed by the CIA, possible involving aliens, they would understand. Too bad she wouldn't be able to tell them.

It was seven o'clock, not time enough to plan her fake death before going to jail. She took the last few drags of her cigarette and put it out in an old worn-out ashtray. "Come here Henry," she whistled. Out from her bedroom pranced her little black cat, meowing and begging for food. As she fed him time seemed to speed up. Every second became shorter and shorter.

Her cat was practically blind and knocked things over all of the time, which is exactly why she named him Henry Bemus; Her favorite character from the twilight zone. Every time she got to the scene where he breaks his glasses, AJ always had to dramatically yell his iconic line with him, "It's not fair! There was time now!"

Well, if there was a more appropriate time to scream that, it was now. None of this was fair. But she had no time. Now it was just thirty minutes before she had to leave to face that perverted monster.

When there was fifteen minutes left, she gathered her courage, threw on her jacket and left. Unfortunately he only lived a mile or so away, but what could she expect living in the city so close to work.

The walk was cold, and the streetlights had already turned on. She made it to an old apartment building almost hidden between a small dry cleaners and a hole-in-the wall diner. This is where the note said, so she walked to the door and tried to find his name on the buzzers. There he was, Oliver Fuchs, written sloppily on the tag.

She hesitated, rethinking her escape plan. But she had nowhere to go tonight, nowhere to hide. She grumbled and pushed the button, regretting her decision the moment her finger hit the buzzer.

A fuzzy voice crackled from the speaker. "Hello?"

AJ swallowed. "It's AJ."

She jumped when she heard the loud buzz letting her in. She almost waited too long before opening the door, but she bravely did it. Once she was in, she realized this was it. She had made the decision, there was no going back tonight.

She walked up the empty stairwell to his apartment. She found his door, apartment G7, with the broken seven hanging upside down. One small step for AJ, and one big leap into the unknown depths of whatever would happen beyond this door. But if Buzz Aldrin could face the dangers of outer space, she could face whatever horrors lay before her.

However, Buzz Aldrin did come back with moon madness. But before AJ started to chicken out at the last moment, debating what sort of crazy madness she would get, the door creaked open.

"Hey troublemaker," Oliver said, leaning casually against the door frame.

AJ shot him an angry glare. She hated him.

"Well, come in," he said and opened the door all the way for her to follow him.

When she entered, she found herself in a small kitchen, which was in complete disarray. It led into a living room which was cleaner and emptier, but still a bit disorganized.

"Don't just stand there, come here," he said, motioning her to enter the living room. It had a big black leather couch against a wall, an outdated television and scratched maple table in front of it. In the corner of the room was a desk littered with papers, files and various VHS tapes. A small fish tank was squeezed between books on a shelf next to the couch, but she didn't see any fish.

Oliver looked her up and down as she slowly stepped into the living room. "So you don't change after work?" he asked, hands casually in his pockets.

AJ shrunk into her open jacket. It was his fault, he had her so worked up she didn't even remember to change. "It doesn't look like you do either."

Oliver looked down at himself, realizing she was right. He was still wearing his suit pants, a white button up shirt and a teal tie loose on his neck. "Whatever, I was working longer than you." He scratched his head and pointed to the leather couch. "Take off your jacket, come sit here please."

AJ did so, nervously putting it on the arm of the couch. She sat down, feeling the leather on her bare legs underneath her pleated skirt. Oliver stood in front of her, head tilted to the side. "So have you made a choice?" he asked.

"A choice about what?"

Oliver leaned down, his face just inches away from hers. "Do you choose jail?" he said and put two fingers under her chin, pushing her face up to look directly at him. "Or me?"

AJ put her hands on her lap, trying to shrink herself into nothing. "I just don't understand."

Oliver gave her a smile she could only read as pure evil. "Don't worry, you will."

Without warning he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the side enough to snatch her other wrist behind her back. "Hey!" she yelled, struggling to pry herself away from him. But Oliver ignored her, squeezing both of her small wrists in one hand, and slipping his tie off his neck with the other.

AJ wrestled against him, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip. "This would be a lot easier if you would stay still," he said impatiently, wrapping the teal tie around her wrists. When the knot was complete, he let go of her. She scurried to the edge of the couch, trying to free her wrists from behind her.

"Is this it? Are you going to kill me?" she cried.

Oliver scoffed at her. "You watch way too many movies."

He reached out, wrapping her wavy hair in his fist and holding tight, controlling her position. He sat down on the leather cushions and pulled her onto his lap face down . "Stop!" she cried as he adjusted her so that her hips were high enough for his liking.

"If you keep complaining I can just gag you right now. Would you prefer that?" He said, combatting her struggling with his grip on her scalp.

AJ bit her lip, trying to silence herself as much as she could. But she was so angry she was practically growling.

Oliver took his free hand and stroked the silky skin of her trembling inner thigh. He carefully lifted her skirt, exposing her from the waist down. "Wait!" She squeaked.

Oliver ignored her and hooked a finger under the waist of her black panties. "Cute," he said as he slowly peeled them down her legs. When she didn't stop her incessant complaining he gave her a sharp spank on her plump cheeks, leaving a bright red handprint. She jerked forward, surprised by the sudden rush of pain.

He hit her again, one sharp slap on her butt, enough to knock the air from her lungs. She gasped for breath only to beg him to stop, but he didn't. The more she complained, the harder he smacked her, leaving a series of throbbing welts on her porcelain skin.

After too many long minutes of him spanking her, she stopped fighting and pleading. There was no point, begging wouldn't get her out of this. She clamped her eyes shut, holding her breath and waiting for the next sharp slap, but instead she felt his fingers grazing along the welts, causing goosebumps to form on her skin.

The switch from so much pain to gentle stroking along her skin shocked her. Her legs quivered, fearful that he would go back to abusing her painfully sensitive cheeks. But his hand wandered softly to the inside of her thighs, making its way between her legs. The closer he got to her most private place the more panic she felt.

The moment his fingers touched the outside of her pussy she started fighting more than when he was tying her up. "Stop," Oliver said sternly, pulling her hair to keep her as still as he could. When she didn't stop trying to twist out of his lap, he spanked her again with so much force she almost choked.

The threat of more abuse to her backside ceased her drive to struggle, but he was going too far. When Oliver felt her still on his lap, he creeped his fingers back between her legs, up to her painfully sensitive pussy.

She whined as he started to slide his finger up and down, feeling the warmth coming from her. Her heart raced and sweat started to form on her forehead as she tried to think of any way to escape, but her thoughts were cut short when he slipped two fingers inside of her.

Oliver was taken aback of how difficult it was to push his fingers inside of her completely. Just feeling the tightness around him made his cock stiffen underneath her. "When was the last time you had sex?" he asked.

AJ's face turned red. That was way too personal. She didn't know what the right answer would be. If she said she had sex a lot maybe he would lose interest. Or just maybe he would see that as open for business. Though if she told him the embarrassing truth, he might be somewhat merciful. Or even better maybe he might just ditch her and find someone who is more sexual than her.

Oliver started to pump his two fingers, coaxing moisture to build up inside of her. Her whole body disabled from the inward intrusion. She could handle a good amount of abuse, but once he was inside of her she may as well have been a puppet, completely controlled and helpless.

"I asked you a question," he said impatiently, thrusting his fingers a bit faster. "I can go back to spanking you again. Actually since you don't want to answer let's do that now."

AJ was so terrified she practically screamed her answer. "T-two years!" she stuttered, desperately wishing her true answer would turn him off.

"Wow, that long? Is that why you're enjoying this so much?"

AJ blushed, extremely embarrassed by her answer, and angry because he really thought she was liking this. Truthfully, she was horrified, but her painfully sensitive body had been sexually neglected so long it didn't matter what she wanted in her mind. No matter how much she hated him and wanted this humiliation to stop, her body begged for more.

"I'm not! Just please stop," she cried, but she could feel his fingers pulling out the slick juices building up in her.

Oliver looked her over, thrilled at the sight of her bent over on his lap, her lower half completely exposed and trembling from the force of his fingers thrusting inside of her tight opening. He imagined himself doing this since he broke her cheap tape dispenser, seeing her for the very first time.

When he was at the bottom of the stairs and got that view under her skirt, he knew he just needed her. He wanted to own her. He would break through her cold demeanor and make her bend to his will. She would be his little loyal pet.

After an afternoon of finding any and all incriminating evidence on her, he learned how much she isolated herself. She had no family, or at least was not close to them. Her friends were all conspiracy nuts, and no one would believe anything they said. He had her all to himself.

Oliver loosened his grip on her hair as she raised her hips unconsciously, her body betraying her. Her toes curled and her back arched and twisted as an incredible aching took over her body. She never stopped her pleading for him to stop, trying to not only reject him but also her own body.

She was disgusted with herself, she thought she had more control over her body than this. Her face hit the leather of the soft cushions, muffling her begging and whining as her body pulsed, a rush of euphoria washing over her.

Her muffled cries turned into a quiet groaning as she felt herself fill with sensations that she had denied herself for what seemed like an eternity. Without given permission her body burst with a pleasure she couldn't fight anymore.

She buried her face against the couch, attempting to stifle a scream as the powerful orgasm overtook her. Oliver slid his fingers out of her wet slit, which was now slightly swollen and blushing.

Oliver debated his next move, stroking her quivering legs and watching her try to pull herself back together. He sighed and started to release her wrists from the tie. When she was free her arms were shaky and weak. The very moment she could muster enough strength to move she scrambled off of him, throwing herself at the end of the couch.

"Don't worry, I won't fuck you tonight," he said with a smile that sent shivers up her spine. That did not make her feel any better about this situation.

AJ hurriedly pulled her panties back on, trying to form a plan to escape. "Can I go then?" she asked, still slightly red in the face.

Oliver crossed his arms. "No."

"W-why?" she stuttered, keeping as much distance between them as possible.

"I play rough. So afterwards you have so stay for twenty minutes. I don't need you leaving and freaking the fuck out. And I really don't need your shaky legs falling down the stairwell."

Oliver stood up and went to his kitchen, grabbing an old-fashioned egg timer off the counter. He wound it up and showed it to her. "Twenty minutes," he said. "Then you're free to go."

AJ's shaking was beginning to stop, but her heart was still pounding in her chest. What were they going to do in that twenty minutes?

Oliver went to the desk in the living room, shuffling through the poorly labeled tapes. "Ah, here we go," he said, bending over the TV to pop it in the VHS player. He turned the lights off and sat back on the couch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

He took one out and offered it to her. She nervously accepted it but did not move any closer. But when he clicked the remote her stomach dropped.

Season seven, episode 3, Fragile Balance; her all-time favorite episode of Stargate SG1. She looked at the TV, bewildered. She didn't even notice Oliver was holding a lighter in front of her. "Hey," he said impatiently.

AJ tore her eyes from the TV and let him light it. He lit his own and took a long drag. "So enlighten me," he said while exhaling. "Why is it that on every planet they go to everyone speaks English?"

He shrugged when she didn't answer, taking another puff of his cigarette. He was patient.

Oliver of course had seen every episode. A story about a US government conspiracy was very attractive to him.

The premise was a team of explorers walking through a gate, leading you through wormholes to other planets and galaxies. It had adventure, aliens, and everything you could ever want in a campy science fiction show. If Oliver and AJ had anything in common, it was their longing for adventures they could never have.

AJ became more at ease, watching their intergalactic adventures was making her focus less on the shame she felt from what just happened. She was easily distracted by anything science fiction.

When the timer buzzed Oliver picked up her jacket and offered it to her. "Go ahead, be free," he said.

AJ quickly took her jacket and walked towards the door. Before she entered the hallway, she heard Oliver's voice. "See you tomorrow" he said, making her cringe.

When AJ got home, she out of breath. She practically sprinted the whole way down the city streets. Henry came to the door meowing, bumping into a chair clumsily. She sighed and dropped her jacket to the floor. Today was just one long nightmare, or an acid trip that went horribly wrong. "It's not fair, is it," she sighed, giving him a scratch on the head.

The next morning AJ woke up to her usual routine before work. She didn't even realize what had happened yesterday had actually been real, until she saw the red marks still fresh on her sore backside. She groaned and debated not going to work, but she was scared of the repercussions. They would think she skipped town and find her and lock her up. Or worse, who knows.

Going back to work was just one long panic attack. She was terrified of Sauer now, so maybe having that pipe burst in her office was a good thing. A whole floor separating them should make this easier.

Once she made it to her desk she plopped down on the black swivel chair, trying to focus on nothing but work. Push everything else out of her mind. She wished she could just make herself invisible, but alas that sort of technology is not accessible other than in books or movies. Well, as far as she knew.

But just as she was finally able to crawl out of her panic attack Oliver came around the corner. "Hey there," he said with a friendly smile, holding two cups of coffee. "Thought you might want this. I know you were working so late last night."

AJ's eye twitched. If he was trying to make her angry, he was succeeding, and teasing her in public like this was embarrassing. She took the coffee from him, shrinking in her chair, hoping he would leave soon.

"Hey Kevin," Oliver said, his eyes leaving AJ. She turned around and saw the blonde man at the desk next to her greet him.

"Hey! What're you doing on this floor?"

"Well this young lady assists me now. I needed some help, so Sauer is lending her to me for a bit."

Kevin spun his swivel chair around and looked at AJ. "You poor thing," he said jokingly.

She tried her best not to make a twisted face. He didn't know the half of it. "Alright AJ, please come to my office at noon," Oliver said and walked away.

AJ turned to Kevin, who was still facing her in his swivel chair. "How do you know him?" she asked curiously.

Kevin scratched his head and said, "We're good friends. Actually we met in school."

"Has he worked here long?"

"Yeah he's just stuck on the fourth floor a lot. I haven't seen him up here in a while. Why?"

AJ sighed, scribbling on the paper in front of her. "I just don't ever remember seeing him."

"Well, if you're working with him, you'll get to know him yourself. He's harmless."

"Are you sure?" she asked, tapping the pencil on her desk anxiously, hands getting sweaty.

There was a short pause as Kevin looked at the ceiling as if he would find an answer there.

"Like I said, you'll get to know him yourself," he answered with a wink and spun his chair to face his desk.

AJ pressed too hard against the pencil, breaking the lead and slipping out of her moist palms. The way he gave her that vague answer with a tiny wink sent shivers down her spine. She scowled at the broken pencil, too frustrated to concentrate on the work before her. She needed a raise.

After running back from the copy machine she realized it was past noon. She cursed at herself and neatly placed her stack of papers on her desk, trying not to let on that she was upset in any way.

"Hey AJ, can you send this off to Oliver if you're going down there?" Kevin asked before she walked away. If it was anyone else on this floor, she would've tried to pretend she didn't hear, but he had been nice to her. Plus she did not need to make an enemy of someone who worked just inches away.

She took the folder and skipped down the stairs. This was work, she shouldn't be so nervous. There was only so much he could do without the chance of someone waltzing in. Although he did have a lock on his office door. Still, if his lights were on and the office was locked it would look suspicious.