Vanessa Ch. 01

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INTRO

Vanessa abruptly got up from her desk. A shaft of afternoon sunlight from the office window behind her seemed to strike fire from her long red hair as she shook her head violently.

"No, Marshall! God damn it, this won't do! Didn't I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Vanessa, b-but--"

"And you understood what I told you, didn't you?" Her pale skin was flushing pink, and Marshall saw the signs of a classic outburst on the way. She took a step toward him, forcing him to drift his gaze from the floor down into her fiery green orbs. Her face was twisted in rage. He raised his hands in supplication, then caught himself and tried to make the gesture look like the smoothing of hair he no longer had. He felt sweat on his bald scalp. Hard to believe that a 5'4 woman could make a 6'2 man feel so damn small.

"Vanessa, it was a--"

"It was another one of your screw-ups, Marshall! We're committed to that Thursday deadline. I'm going to make that god damn deadline, whether or not you're here to help me. Now, am I going to get some cooperation from you, or not?"

Marshall nodded, cursing himself for his slavish obedience. Forty two years old, and taking orders from a whiny bitch twenty years younger. Why didn't he just tell her to just shut her fucking mouth? Day in, and day out, it was like a broken record of nails on a chalkboard. There was always something riling her up, and it never had a damn thing to do with him anyway. He was a truly dedicated worker, had been for decades -- which was precisely the reason his ex wife had cited when she left him so many years ago.

"All the way, Vanessa. We'll get it right."

"Damn well better." Her voice softened; the pink faded from her cheeks. "Okay, let's get going. If we hurry, we might not be too terribly late for another one of these stupid team building meetings."

Once the screaming harpy that somehow disguised itself as his boss had rudely blown past him and out of the office door, Marshall allowed himself a sigh. He watched her juicy round ass sashay away angrily. Picking up his battered brown leather briefcase, he obediently followed. He didn't really care for the most recent plague of childish "team building" meetings either. In fact, he really had important things to be doing. But if anyone in this whole piece of shit insurance firm needed to learn how to play nice, it was fucking Vanessa MacLeary.

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The ancient old geezer finally concluded his Powerpoint presentation with a hollow joke and a grin that was more reminiscent of a constipated chimp in a suit. Marshall gave a few polite claps, tucked his newest bullshit team building manual into his brief case, and stood up from the large conference table. At last, freedom! Time to get his ass home, grab a beer, and zone out in front of the TV until he could no longer procrastinate returning to work the next morning.

"Marshall, hold on a minute."

The hop in his step died a slow and painful death. It's corpse was further desecrated as he turned on his heel to look at Vanessa MacLeary, dodging and weaving around elderly business suit lackeys as she made her way to him.

"Marshall. You know, this team building stuff... we both know it's just some bullshit show that the firm puts on to look like they're still innovative, or productive, or whatever. But I was thinking, uh, well..."

Marshall's left eyebrow began a slow rise. Vanessa, lost for words? Holy shit, this was something new. And it probably wasn't gonna be conducive to him catching Scrubs tonight.

"I'm, uh, sorry about earlier. I know that it wasn't your fault, and I guess I do tend to, uh... vent... my frustrations out on you, erm... a bit too frequently. I want to apologize."

Marshall could have shit a brick. His eyes widened, and suddenly he felt a little dizzy. Thoughts zoomed through his head. What the fuck had she been smoking in the back corner of the conference room just now? No, somebody out of this senile bunch would have eventually noticed the smell. So she must be shooting up, or slamming pills.

Vanessa exhaled a little more forcefully than she meant to.

"Can you forgive me?"

Marshall grabbed the door frame to steady himself.

"Yeah. I mean, we deal with a lot of stress each day."

A small smile spread over her face, the corners of her eyes drew up a little. Who knew she had such perfect teeth? It was the first time he'd ever seen her smile. Kind of heart warming.

"Thanks. Do you have plans for tonight? If not, I thought maybe we could go get a drink and just take a little while to relax."

Marshall's stomach twisted into knots. Spend more time with this crazy bitch than he was required to!? But his mouth was moving, despite the agonized protesting in his mind.

"I've got time."

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An hour later, Marshall was sitting at a bench, slowly sipping his scotch on the rocks. Vanessa was on her 4th appletini, and he was very thoroughly enjoying watching her try to maintain her balance on the bar stool.

"Ya know, Marshy, I fuckin' ...*hic*, really fuckin' hate my jawb. Sooo musch fuckin'... *hic* stressh, ya know? Well, yeah, 'course you knows... you fuckin', deal with meh all fuckin', *hic*, day." Vanessa gulped down the last of her 5th drink and slammed the glass down a bit harder than she probably meant to. Now, high school physics students learn that for every action in the universe, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Most of them don't learn that this effect is almost always exponentially increased when highly intoxicated. Well, unless you had a really cool physics teacher, anyway.

Vanessa swayed, and finally lost what shreds remained of her balance. But none of that really mattered, because as her lateral descent to the grimy floor began, she had already lost the sliver of consciousness that had kept her jabbering for so long. With admirable reflexes, Marshall caught her arm, and used her momentum to scoop her up in his arms. He transferred her limp body over one shoulder.

Marshall couldn't fully suppress his smile. Yeah, the old man's still got it!

As he fished out some money and laid it on the bar, the barkeep shot him a funny look.

"You didn't slip her nothin', did ya, pal?" His attention had drifted to her raised heart shaped ass, protruding from his shoulder. "Oh, but she's a fine lookin' filly, though."

"Oh, believe me, if I had... it would be something she'd never wake up from. All this one does is bitch all day long about dumb shit."

The barkeep shrugged. "Seems like that's what all the lookers do." His toothless grin was a good signal to start making his way out of the bar, and figure out how to get Vanessa somewhere safe enough to sleep it off.

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Marshall dumped her body into the passenger seat of his old, beat up Jeep. He gave her a shake. No response. Another shake, a bit harder. Nothing.

A smile creeped across his face. Oh, what a glorious excuse! He reached up and gave her a firm smack across the face. Nothing too serious, but not exactly gentle. Vanessa groaned. God, how many times had he wished he could slap her around a little bit?

"Hey, where do you live?"

"Mmmm... marshmallow."

"Vanessa, where do you live? Where is home?"

One of her green eyes lazily started to open, then stopped half way. "Hey, yous."

"Hi, Vanessa. Where do you live?"

"Mmmm... Marshy? Hey, where'd my drinkh go-oo..." The eye closed, and she slumped against the window.

"God damnit." Marshall started to look through her purse for her driver's license. If he could find something with her address on it, he could program it into his portable GPS. Unfortunately, all he found was make up.

Marshall rolled her over onto her side, squishing her face against the window pane, and began trying to extract the wallet from the back pocket of her business pants. He couldn't even imagine how she got it in there to begin with, they were so tight. Finally, he had to put on hand square on her ass, and try to leverage it out of the pocket.

Vanessa groaned. "Mmmm... Marshy? Is dat you...?" Marshall gave a grunt, he almost had it.

Vanessa groaned again. "Mmmarsh-eee..." Her ass began to grind, in slow, awkard circles. "Mmmarsheee? Mmmm..."

Now he had a problem. So close to getting that wallet! Well, what the hell. She probably won't remember this anyway. He took a solid grip on her left ass cheek, and yanked. Out popped the wallet. Rip went the pants.

"Shit!"

"Marrr... shie?" Her ass continued to gyrate. The flesh was soft, but firm. Warm, and so smooth...

Vanessa giggled. One green eye peeked out at him from under a cascading wave of shiny red hair. Her ass wiggled into his hand more firmly.

"Tee hee."

Marshall froze. Oh shit. Oh shit. Last thing he needed was a sexual assault charge from his boss. He worked TOO damn hard to get canned over something like this, now.

Vanessa giggled again, wiggling her naked ass against his frozen hand. Okay, just move your hand. Maybe she hasn't noticed.

Oh, but she had. Vanessa gyrated her ass slowly against his hand, squishing it undernearth her full weight, trapping him. He felt her wetness slide across his palm. Oh shit. Then, with what must have been a truely valiant effort, she managed to open both of her eyes somewhat and look him in the face.

"Hey, Marshee... you knows, I always kinda thoughts you were pretty *hic*... shexy. Hee heh."

Then she gave a sudden jump, and awkwardly fell halfway into his lap. Throwing her arms around his neck, she draped herself across him, and snuggled in. God, her tits were so BIG, and so soft. Marshall heard her whisper into his neck, "I alwaysh liked yous, Marshy." And that was when she began kissing him, however badly aimed it was.

Marshall rationally knew that this was bad. Logically, he needed to push her off and drive her home, and pray to whatever deities might be listening that she just never remembered this. But then Vanessa's tiny, specially manicured hand wrapped around his stiffening cock in a surprisingly strong grip, and began to slowly jack him off through his pants.

It had been so long. Years, since he'd felt a woman's touch. Marshall sighed. His will dissolved and seemed to ooze out of him into a puddle underneath the driver's side Jeep seat below. And if she didn't stop that soon, something similar would be happening in his pants.

Marshall turned the key in the ignition, put the old Jeep in gear, and lurched out of the bar's parking lot.

The morning sunlight streaming through Marshall's bed room window finally became so disturbing through her eyelids that Vanessa emerged from her drunken stupor. The first thought that occurred to her: Damn, my head hurts. Second thought: ... Where the fuck am I? WHERE ARE MY FUCKING CLOTHES?!

She jolted upright in the bed, only to be jerked back by thick leather thongs tied around her wrists that were bolted to the mahogany headboard. Marshall stirred on the couch near by.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, MARSHALL?! You stupid fucking old man, you've done it now. Oh, you've DONE IT! Get me my goddamn clothes! What the hell is going on here?!"

Marshall slowly got up, stretched languidly. Here we go.

He reached over, picked up the remote, and hit a button. On popped his bedroom flat screen TV with Vanessa's face coming into view, and her wailing boomed through the surround sound speakers.

"MARSHEEE! Let meh go-ooo! Imma sukh yer dikh... *hic* Commerre! Oh, pleaz, Marshie, lemme sukh yer cockh! I alwaysh wanted tooo..." Vanessa's form was wrapped up in sheets, and belted down to his bed. The camera zoomed into her face, caught the wild look in her eyes, and refocused on her pouty mouth making exaggerated sucking motions.

The real Vanessa instantly shut up, stunned. She slumped back into Marshall's bed.

"Look, Vanessa... this was you last night. Now, I didn't take advantage of you, but I thought it would be the safest option to bring you here where I could keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else after all the drinks you had last night."

Vanessa looked mortified. She was slowly shaking her head, causing her long red hair to flip all over the place. What really caught Marshall's attention, though, was how her double DD tits were jiggling side to side, and how she apparently didn't notice, or didn't care. She looked up into his face, petrified.

"What are you gonna do, Marshall? Is this blackmail?"

"I never knew you felt like this about me."

"Well, uh..."

"And yes, this is blackmail. Regardless of your internal feelings, you've treated me, and everyone else around you, like complete SHIT these past few years you've been at the firm. I honestly think the only reason the batty old men in charge there keep you around is for eye candy, because it's certainly not your productive efficiency, or a pleasant personality."

Vanessa's eyes narrowed. She bit her bottom lip. Her juicy, pouty, bottom lip. In those perfect teeth. Then she burst into tears.

"Oh GAWD! I'm SO SORRY, Marshall! I've been such a BITCH! Such a fucking BITCH!" As she continued to loose it, and as the sobbing pretty much robbed any coherent sentences from her, Marshall sat down on the bed.

"You're absolutely right. And now, you're gonna make up for it. You're mine, now, Vanessa. You will do what I say, when I say it, in the exact manner I describe. I own your body, your soul. You're my bitch. And if you DARE to defy me, this tape is going to be expediently zipped all over the internet, including into the mail boxes of the board of directors at the firm. And I don't think you'd want that to happen."

CHAPTER 1

Vanessa sniffled, and slowly looked up into his face. He wiped away her tears gently, and pushed a stray frantic lock of her beautiful fiery auburn hair behind her ear. Vanessa tried to faintly smile, but her eyes were full of fear. She was shaking.

Marshall gathered up the sheets bunched all around her waist and slowly slid them up, around her shoulders. The back of his wrists brushed her fabulous, weighty melons. Her nipples dragged across his skin. He couldn't help but shiver a little, as he finished gently wrapping her up.

Vanessa leaned into him, still shaking. He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, and she buried her face into his chest.

"Marshall... you win. Oh GAWD, of course you win... look at me... I'm yours, now." She involuntarily jerked a bit in his arms. "Please, don't beat me, or anything... I was such a fucking bitch to you, for so long. Your life must have been hell."

Marshall gave her a soft squeeze. "I'm not gonna beat you. But I will force you to become a better person. You're mine, and you're going to do exactly what I say. And that means acting like a decent human being, for once."

Vanessa shuddered in his arms. "I'm so sorry..."

"Alright. I'm going to unbuckle these restraints now, ok? And you're NOT going to go nuts when I do that, right?"

"Right. I'll be good."

"Good."

Marshall stood up, and retrieved the key to the shackles that connected her wrists and ankles to the leather thongs. He looked her in the eye as he turned the key slowly in the first one, her right wrist. It fell to the bed with a clunk.

Vanessa sat perfectly still.

Clunk.

She didn't move an inch.

Clunk. Clunk.

Nothing.

Marshall adopted an authoritative voice. "Alright, that's good." Vanessa looked up at him slowly. The fear was still in her eyes.

Marshall smiled slowly, and the authority died in his voice. "How about some breakfast?"

Vanessa was seated on a stool at his kitchen table, staring at a hot pile of scrambled eggs and bacon. Marshall put the frying pan in the sink and sat down across from her with his own plate.

"Uh... I don't know if I can handle eating, yet, Marshall..."

Marshall's left eye brow rose up. "You're going to need your strength. Try it, I promise that I didn't poison it."

Vanessa picked up her fork, stabbed a chunk of scrambled egg, and raised it to her mouth. Slowly, those full, sexy lips of hers took it in. Then her eyes popped wide open.

"This is AMAZING!" She was a blur, and in practically no time at all, her plate was clean.

Marshall sat still, a little bit dumbstruck. "It's just scrambled eggs and bacon."

"I never eat breakfast. I'm always so rushed to get to work, that I just skip it. God, I haven't eaten home cooked eggs since I was a little girl... Thanks, Marshall." She gave him a full, sincere smile. He couldn't help but feel like maybe he had misjudged her, and that buried down in there was a nugget of something that wasn't bitchy. He reached over and wiped away a little piece of egg from her cheek. Both of them burst into laughter.

He poured her a cup of coffee to sip on, and quickly finished off his food.

Then he picked up his cell phone. "Now, you're gonna call in to work, and tell them that you're contracted mono from your sister. You're not going to be coming in for at least two weeks."

Vanessa's eyes bulged, and he could of sworn coffee nearly shot out her nose. "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Her face grew tight. "We've got that Thursday deadline! I CAN'T!"

Marshall calmly put down his fork, and took a deliberately slow sip of coffee. He picked up the cell phone, put it in her hand, and looked her in the eye.

"This can go the easy way, or the hard way, Vanessa. When I said I owned you now, and that you were going to do exactly what I said, I meant it. Call them."

Vanessa recoiled slightly, and stared down at the phone. Looked back at him, like he was a lunatic.

Marshall sighed. "Vanessa, do it."

Vanessa cringed.

Marshall stared at her.

Nothing happened.

"Okay, Vanessa." He got up, walked around the table, and stood behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and felt her tension. He began to rub, and felt her melt a bit.

"Vanessa, let's be clear with each other." His hands went from her shoulders to her neck, and applied a little pressure. He felt her neck muscles fire in fear, felt her esophagus expand as she exhaled a gasp. "You're my bitch, Vanessa. You're gonna do what I say, right?" The fiery red mop of hair nodded an affirmative below him.

"Good girl. Now, just call them up, and explain why you won't be in for the next two weeks. It will be fine."

She was shaking. But she punched the number anyway. His hands relaxed instantaneously, and went back to massaging her shoulders. When she was done, she put the phone down on the table.

"Good girl."

"I'm sorry..."

Marshall leaned down, and gave her a soft kiss on the neck. He nuzzled his face into it, enjoying her smell. He slowly sucked her ear lobe, and felt her sigh. Into her ear he whispered, "No, I know that was hard for you. Good job."

"Ohhh... Marshall..."

Vanessa abruptly spun around in her chair, and attacked his sweat pants. They were down in a second, and her face was pressed into his pelvis, nuzzling her face into the crook where his leg connected to his pelvis. His dick flopped against the side of her face.

It all happened so fast! He was so surprised, that it took his brain a second to register what was happening. But when it did, BAM! The blood whooshed into his dick like a tsunami, and it sprung out into a heavy pipe of man meat. Vanessa groaned loudly.

"Fuck, Marshall, I've wanted you for so lonnng! Oh, you have no idea..."