I have gone through the story two more times to make changes. There's been a fair amount of restructuring of some of the paragraphs/sections, tried hard to split up and vary some of the repeated phrases, and generally tried to clean it up. I'm certain there are still some grammar problems, but I hope this version will be a little closer to something good

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Jessie Jacobs was an ambitious woman, and it showed. At 30 she had a Masters in Business Administration, was the VP of Mergers and Acquisitions at a major corporation, and was pulling in more in stock options and performance bonuses than many executives in their fifties. A lifetime of planning, hard work, and drive had gotten Jessie to where she was today, and she was ecstatic as she pulled her Mercedes up Nick's long, private drive. The little bastard had finally caved to the pressure, and she was finally going to get the top spot at the company.

Jessie didn't care much for Nick. Sure he was pleasant enough, and he was undeniably smart, at least in a technical way. Nick was a bona-fide genius when it came to computers and software, but that was all. When it came to finance, to management, to the million other details of running a corporation Nick was clueless. Unfortunately for everyone, Nick was in charge.

Nick had started the company in his garage and as it grew he never sold a controlling interest. He had turned away every eager venture capitalist who came to his door no matter how lucrative their proposals. As the company grew that left Nick, unlike so many of his contemporaries, in the driver's seat. When he needed more business expertise he hired the people necessary, but he never let go of the reins or his precious “indy” company culture. “Having fun is what it's all about!” he would repeat, ad infinitum, to anyone who would listen. Each time Jessie heard it she had to work a little harder to keep herself from screaming at the little putz.

She and the other business executives Nick had hired had done what they could, trying to grow the company more aggressively and expand its market share. But more often than not Nick would stick his ignorant little nose into things, sabotaging or just flat out killing deals which had taken Jessie and the others months to put together.

Most of the management staff was locked in a state of frustration. Nick always justified his meddling with half-assed excuses about “national security risks,” or “providing technology to untrustworthy people,” or even one time “not wanting to sell out to The Man.” Yeah, right. He was a corporate leader living in a 10,000 square foot mansion for God's sake, not some starving punk rock musician.

When Jessie had started with the company she was full of hope for her, and its, future. It didn't take long though to see just how poorly the company was being run, and just how depressing the future looked. Rather than panic, she had grabbed and held tightly to her patience. She had forged her alliances, made her friends. Ingratiating herself where she could with a favor here, a threat there, a bit of bullying or a well-placed bribe. Jesse used every tool at her disposal to position herself for the inevitable moment when Nick decided to get out of the business.

Everyone in upper management had seen the signs. The corporate culture was changing, growing more formal despite everything Nick tried to do. A company of such size just couldn't be run the same way as a startup. A large company needed policies, rules, procedures. Of course Jessie and the others had done everything they could to quietly push the formalization of the company along, all while paying lip service to Nick's absurd ideals.

At the same time, Jessie had taken it upon herself to keep Nick heavily involved in the portion of the business that he least enjoyed...the minutia of the management and finance end of things. As long as she could keep him from getting personally involved in some new, exciting project, as long as she could keep him locked inside the cell of spreadsheets and meetings she had carefully built up around him, she knew it was just a matter of time until he would want to step back from the day-to-day.

And now it was all coming together. Nick certainly wasn't having fun playing company anymore, and after all “having fun is what it's all about.” She was sure that he had been looking for a replacement to run things so that he could step back, and she had made certain that she was the only logical choice for the position. Once she had the chair she knew she would be able to turn the company into a world class player in no time at all. In fact, she already had the deals in place.

She had been starting to despair, considering some kind of more aggressive action, but she needn't have worried. Today, after months of work, the call had finally come in. Nick had asked Jessie to come out to the house tonight for dinner, and to talk about some “structural changes” and an “exciting opportunity” for her. As much as she hated these casual dinners Nick liked to have with executives, she was certainly willing to sit through one more to get her due.

She checked herself in the car's vanity mirror, smiled at her own reflection, and stepped out of the car toward her moment of triumph.

Jessie only had to wait a couple moments after pressing the buzzer before Nick's voice came floating out through the speaker. “Hey Jessie, that you?”

She girded herself for one more evening of making nice, trying not to be annoyed that Nick didn't have a proper house staff to answer the door for guests. Instead he had monitors and speakers installed in every room so that he could “greet guests myself from any room in the house.” She took a deep breath, careful to keep her frustration from seeping into her voice. “Yeah Nick, it's me. Expecting a lot of people tonight?”

A laugh came through the speaker. “No way, just you and me. Come on in, I'm in the kitchen doing some prep work for dinner.”

Jessie smiled to herself as she opened the door, striding into the house and across the main hall. That it was just the two of them meant that this was not a strategy meeting for the whole team. Her time really WAS here. She plastered a smile on her face as she moved through the opulent dining room and into the brightly lit kitchen. “Hey Nick, what are you cooking?”

Nick turned around from a pile of half chopped tomatoes and smiled. “Hi Jessie, just working on a new bruschetta recipe. I thought we would go with something simple tonight.”

Jessie dropped her purse on one of the kitchen chairs and walked over to the counter, eying the piles of half-prepped food. Simple. Right. Nick had already returned to chopping vegetables. She knew she should be patient, but...”so what's the big mystery today Nick?”

He turned to her and grinned, waving her off. “None of that now! We're busy cooking, and cooking is time for fun, not for business. We'll talk about all that boring stuff while we eat. Remember, having fun is...”

“...what it's all about,” Jessie finished for him, hoping she didn't sound as bored as she felt. “Just eager to hear about the new plans, boss. Well...can I help with any of the cooking?”

Nick cast a glance around at the piles of chopped vegetables and cheeses for a moment, biting his lip. “No, don't sweat it, I think I have everything under control. Go have a seat, and pour yourself a glass of wine.”

Jessie started back across the room to the table, working hard at keeping herself from grabbing the little bastard and shaking it out of him. Just one more night, she told herself. Of course that didn't make her feel much better about the fact that he was keeping her in suspense while he dithered with food. Why didn't he just hire a chef anyway?

As she reached the table Nick turned. “Oh! I thought of something you can do,” he said, pointing to the large fern hanging from the ceiling near the table. “Would you pull that beast down off the hook and water it for me? It's been a while since it has gotten any attention, and I'm afraid it must be just about dried out.”

Jessie looked up at the fern, rolling her eyes. She was a VP, not a gardener. Well, whatever. If watering a plant was going to help... “Sure Nick,” she replied. “Where's your watering can?”

Nick shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and motioned toward the sink with the knife in his hand. “I can't remember where I put it. I'd really appreciate it if you could just carry it over there to the sink and run a bit of water over it.

Jessie bit off an annoyed retort regarding the usefulness of household staff, and instead stretched up on her toes to take the plant down from its hook. Just humor him, she told herself. She carefully detached and lowered the heavy planter, carrying the awkward thing to the sink and trying to keep its fronds from going up her nose. She set the planter carefully in the sink and started running the tap. “Nick how much water does this thing nee...”

As she spoke, a small black book sailed over her shoulder, landing on the counter at her side with a thump. It took her no more than a second to realize what the book was, but she stood frozen. Before she could recover her equilibrium an arm snaked around her, and a wet cloth snapped over her mouth and nose, pressing tight.

A small, well-worn date book...

She struggled, trying to hold her breath. Nick's body was pressed hard against her back, pinning her to the edge of the sink, and the arm that wrapped around her body kept her arms locked at her sides, giving her no space to fight. Jessie thrashed against her attacker, but finally took in a deep gulp of air, inhaling the chemical stench of whatever was on the cloth.

Lettering in gold on the black leather cover...

Her vision swam, the sound of the struggle seeming to grow fainter, more distant. She felt her muscles begin to slacken, her field of vision narrowing until all she could see was that book on the counter.

1989...a date book from 1989...

Even the book disappeared from Jessie's darkening vision, and her consciousness slid away.

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Jessie woke up slowly, her head pounding. She felt like something had decided to crawl into her mouth to die, and her entire body was sore. She groaned in pain as she began to wake, trying to remember what she had done last night.

She slowly became aware of her surroundings. Wherever she was it was dark, and she couldn't see a thing. She tried to bring her hands up to rub at her tired eyes, but found that her arms wouldn't move...now she could feel the tight ropes wound about her wrists and elbows, forcing her arms painfully back behind her and arching her chest outward. She let out a yelp of shock but it came out muffled. Belatedly she realized that there was a large rubber ball in her mouth, stretching her jaw wide and silencing her cries. She could feel the wooden surface of a chair beneath her bare butt and...bare butt? She was naked?

As the terror coiled in her gut she bolted upright, planning to run. Anything had to be better than just sitting here. Just as she got her feet under her she felt a sharp tug on her wrists. Jessie didn't manage to take a single step before her arms were pulled up high behind her back, the uneven creaking of a rope moving through a pulley accompanying the sudden upward pressure. As she whipped her head around to try and see what was happening she felt the cloth that was tight over her face and the elastic around the back of her head. A blindfold.

She fought, trying to twist her hands free, but they were too tightly bound. She whimpered in pain as her wrists were drawn higher and she leaned forward to relieve the pressure on her shoulders. Another creak of the pulley and her arms jerked up higher, drawing a muffled whine from behind the gag, forcing her torso down even more. As her upper body stretched parallel to the floor with her arms high in the air behind her the rope stopped pulling. She let out a muffled screech of outrage, trying to shift positions, attempting to free her arms or get some leverage. She quickly found that even the slightest movement put worrisome strain on her shoulders, her tendons creaking ominously.

Jessie tried to gather her thoughts and take stock of her situation. What had happened? She had to figure out what was going on, and find a way out. Suddenly the date book swam into memory and her calm disappeared. She started thrashing against her bonds again, her screams dying against the backside of the gag in her mouth.

“Wow Jessie,” came Nick's voice from the dark. “I think you'd better calm down. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself struggling like that.” Nick's voice was calm, quiet, with a note of self assurance Jessie had never heard from him before. She cocked her head to the side, trying to pinpoint Nick's location. Maybe she could...yes, she would figure out where he was, kick him hard, and escape while he was disabled. She stayed very still, straining her ears for the sound that would give him away.

“Better, better,” said Nick in an amused tone. “I do like that fern but I have to admit Jessie, I like you hanging there even better. You make quite the lovely kitchen decoration.” THERE. She carefully shifted her balance to one foot and lashed out with the other at Nick's location, but she connected with air. She lost her balance and her weight came down on her shoulders, drawing a grunt of pain from deep in her chest as she struggled back to her feet.

She flushed as Nick clucked at her disapprovingly. “Now was that a nice thing to do Jessie?” She heard a sound like tearing paper and pain exploded in a white hot line over her exposed ass as something thwacked into it. She let a wail out into the gag and another paper tore, another flame lanced through her, this time across her upper thighs. Jessie began to struggle in earnest, trying to yank herself free of the rope holding her, to...

Another slice across her bottom drove all thought out of her head, leaving her weeping into the blindfold. Her hips moved on their own now, trying to escape the scalding pain that was raining down upon it. Her sobs becoming one long, grunting wail as whatever Nick was holding ripped through the air and her flesh again and again.

By the time the beating stopped stopped Jessie was making nothing more than tiny grunts each time he struck her bottom. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were covered with a tracery of fire, her lower body sliding back and forth on its own as she shifted and squirmed, trying to escape the agony which had been embedded in her flesh. “Jessie!” said Nick in a merry voice. “You are quite the spirited girl! I wasn't quite sure that my arm wouldn't give out before you calmed down.” She heard the feet of a chair scraping out from the table in front of her and Nick drop his weight onto the seat. “Now that you've decided to stand still, I think it's time we should talk. You woke up a little sooner than I expected and I haven't gotten dinner finished. You won't mind a pause in a few minutes for me to finish cooking will you?”

She waited, trying to get her crying under control, and heard the tearing sound again for a split second. Pain exploded through her hanging, helpless breast, setting the soft flesh jiggling. A fresh scream bubbled up from her throat, a line of spittle seeping out of her mouth and hanging toward the floor. “Jessie, it's polite to answer when you are asked a question. You won't mind if I have to go finish cooking in a few minutes will you?” She shook her head violently from side to side as her upper body squirmed.

“Excellent. Now...you know, this is a bit awkward, all things considered, so I'm really glad that we can talk about things in a civilized manner like this. I don't know if you were aware, but recently I have been thinking of taking a step back in the company, letting someone else...oh, almost forgot. ” She heard a small click, and suddenly there was a gentle, pulsing vibration against her pussy. Jessie started struggling again, startled by the new sensation, till her right breast exploded in pain with another strike. “This is really not going to be the most pleasant conversation in your life, so think of your little buzzing friend there as a perk. Now stop straining before you hurt yourself.”

Jessie managed to still her writhing body and took deep, shuddering breaths through her nose and tried not to think about the burning pain in her ass and breasts. “Again, better. I knew you were a smart girl! Where was I? Ah right...I wanted to get out of the day-to-day. You know, when I was looking for a replacement, there was only one real answer? Only one person at the company had the vision and the talent to manage things after I got out, and that was you!” She felt a finger stroke gently down the line of her jaw and tried to pull away, tried to keep her mind in the game, away from her ass, the fire in her tits, the tingling in her pu...NO. Not that. She had to keep it together and find a way out of this.

“I always liked the way you kept all your old date books, Jessie. I thought it was such an impressive sign of your organizational skills that you still had your life mapped out going back to the 1980s. I mean wow, that's dedication right?” A hand reached up underneath her and cupped a breast, finger and thumb rolling her nipple gently between them. She screamed mentally at her breast, telling the nipple not to respond. Ignoring her, it began to harden under the gentle touch, taking her mind off the pain in her ass, the growing moisture in her...no, no. That wasn't happening, she wouldn't allow it. Not like this.

“I was certain that the time had come for me to step down and hand the company over to your,” a quick squeeze of her cheek between thumb and forefinger, “capable attentions. I probably shouldn't have looked in your office, invasion of privacy and all that, but I did. I think I wanted to spend a few minutes privately celebrating what a great choice I was making.” His finger let loose her cheek, his palm cupping her jaw and then sliding slowly down, forefinger tracing the line of the pulsing vein in her neck. She could barely concentrate on his words. The stress on her arms, the strain in her spasming back, the...no. The pain. That was what was distracting her.

“I thought to myself,” he continued seemingly oblivious to her internal struggle, “I should look at one of Jessie's old books. She's always so demure about them, but let's find out what Jessie's life was so full of when she was, say...12 years old. I grabbed your book for 1989, and do you know what I found?” The finger had traced down to her nipple, and the tip of his finger traced lightly around it. She held her breath, not wanting to answer, but he caught the nipple between the knuckles of two fingers and twisted brutally. “I asked if you knew what I found Jessie,” he scolded as she whimpered, shaking her head from side to side.

“Well...I found that at age 12 you were a very busy girl! So many big meetings with important people!” He released her nipple, causing her to hiss into the gag at the sudden absence, more saliva bubbling out around the rubber. “Imagine a 12 year old girl having meetings with the likes of the Sardon Group, with Kent & Fay. That's high powered business for a pre-teen isn't it?” She shook her head again violently, dread seeping through her, knowing where this was headed. She had to deny it, had to find a way to get out of this, but thinking at all was getting so hard. The feeling in her pus...no, no, think Jessie. Concentrate.

“I was looking through that book, confused, trying to figure out what it could all mean. Then I had a revelation. Do you know what that was Jessie?” She whimpered, tentatively shaking her head, knowing that he knew she was lying, praying that he would not hit her again. Apparently he was having too much fun though, and he just chuckled. “If you say so Jessie. Ok, I'll tell you. I think you are going to like this.” His chair creaked as he leaned forward, and she felt his lips next to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I realized,” he whispered to her, “that the calendar for 1989 is identical to the calendar for 2006.” He straightened again, reaching out and ruffling her hair as she slumped. “Crazy huh? Identical! That got me thinking, maybe you -didn't- talk to those people when you were 12. Could it be that my favorite young executive had been speaking to all those people just last year? That she had two date books for 2006?”

Jessie shook her head violently again, heart racing. Ok, this was bad. This was really bad. But if she could just get him to let her speak she could talk her way out of it, she could...juices dripping down her leg, the throbbing vibration on clit sending tendrils of heat through her entire bo...No! Wait him out, get the gag off, convince him.

Nick stood, walking slowly around her strained, trembling form. He traced his fingernails over the welts on her ass. She squealed and tried to shift her hips away which forced the vibrator more firmly against her clit. Her entire body sagged as she groaned at the sensation. “Two date books for 2006. I think that might make sense. But why might you need to keep two different date books for the year Jessie? Nothing to be embarrassed about in meeting with other companies is there?” Nick mused. “Oh, wait...uh oh...didn't Sardon give a junk rating to SynerCorp just before we bought them last year? And...now that I think of it...didn't we snap up TenDyne just after a bridge loan for short term operations they had all set up with Kent & Fay fall through? Well you know I don't know much about finance, so it's probably nothing to worry about. Just to be safe though, do you think we should double check with the SEC just to make sure we aren't making any mistakes?”

She shook her head vehemently no, trying to defend herself through the gag. Nothing but muffled grunting and drool made it between her lips, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes again. But maybe he didn't know about...

“Maybe you're right. Probably no big deal. There's one other troubling thing here though Jessie. I don't know a lot of the names in this book, but even I have heard of Al Arnaya. Remember the huge stink back in '04 when Department of Homeland Security put them on the Terrorist Watch List for their 'charitable donations'? It was pretty big news.” The tears broke loose in her eyes, great having sobs wracking her body as she hung helpless before her tormentor. She had been so careful, she had just wanted to BE somebody, just wanted success for the company. If only she could explain it to him, he would HAVE to understand.

“I mean, in good conscience, I don't know if I can keep this information from Homeland Security Jessie. I'm sure you have a good explanation for it, but just in case I think we should call them? Let's just sure we get it all cleared up, huh?” She shook her head no again, praying he wouldn't do it. The idiot, those Arab companies would pay top dollar for their products, and would be the catalyst to take the company worldwide! Once the Arabs had it, no other country in the world could afford not to buy.

“Are you sure? You don't look sure Jessie. We can make those calls right now if you'd like?” He slid his palm over her glowing bottom, making her screech again, but she shook her head vehemently no. “Well the other choice is to continue working for me at the company in a...new role. Is that what you want?” His voice was all warmth and concern.

Her gut twisted with revulsion, but she nodded her head tentatively yes. She could find a way to get out of this, if she just played along for now. “And you'll be a good girl?” She nodded again, bridling over his continued references to her as a child. She would get him for this. She would just have to get that book back. Once she had her date book back, the connections would be harder to make. She could create documentation that would point the trail of blame to Nick. He owned the company after all, it shouldn't be that hard to do. Especially once she warned Sanders and Tillman that Nick was on to them, they would help her to...”

“Now before you get any clever ideas Jessie, keep in mind that I've not only got copies of the book, but I've gotten confessions from Sanders and Tillman. They were both more than happy to give you up in exchange for my not reporting them to DHS. They even willingly resigned and left their stock options on the table, if you can believe it. Oh, they also agreed to testify against you if I decide to go the legal route here. I have notarized affidavits.” She slumped, feeling defeat weigh down on her like a pile of stones. Her crying increased in intensity, tiny, wretched little sobs tearing through her. The blindfold was soaked through with tears and they were dripping to the floor from the black cloth.

“I'm so glad we understand each other. Take a few minutes to rest and collect your thoughts while I finish up this food, and then we will talk about your new position while we eat.” He gave her a gentle slap on the ass and moved off across the kitchen. She heard the door of the toaster oven, the metallic screech of a poorly oiled tray sliding out. She stood, bent, her aching breasts swinging below her with each twitch of her back or arms. Her red, stinging ass slid back and forth in the air as she tried in vain to find a comfortable position for her feet, wincing at the shooting pains in her shoulders.

The toaster oven's clock started ticking loudly in counterpoint to the buzzing of the vibrator. The throbbing vibrations seemed to reach from her cunt up through her entire body to her back teeth, piling more heat into her abused body, her breath coming in desperate little gasps through her nose. The feeling overtook her, building slowly, teasing, the feeling mixing with the pain in her breasts, her ass, her legs, her shoulders. Her world reduced to nothing but that feeling as the pressure built, the buzzing and ticking merging in her ears, the explosion waiting to happen, coming so soon, and...

She was shocked out of her trance-like state, and away from the edge of an orgasm, by the toaster oven's alarm bell ringing. “Looks like it is ready!” Nick said cheerfully from the other side of the room. “You doing alright over there Jess?” She twisted her head away, trying to hide the red flush of both humiliation and arousal that had seeped through her features. Had she been about to orgasm like this? It wasn't possible was it?

She heard him moving back across the kitchen to the table, and flinched as a plate clinked down on the wooden surface. “It's a shame you're blindfolded,” Nick said in an amused tone. “You are really missing out on seeing this food. It looks to me like everything came out just about perfect. Well at least you can smell it... fantastic right?”

Flushed, barely able to think, she didn't respond until she felt another gentle, warning pinch on her nipple. Desperately she jerked her head up and down in the affirmative, sniffling as fresh tears welled up.

The feel of the fingers against her breast disappeared. It was replaced by Nick's hand on her hair, patting her gently as though she were an obedient pet. “Good girl,” he said smugly. She heard him lifting food from the plate. She listened, trembling, as he crunched happily on the snack, the fingers of his free hand still stroking her head.

“Mmm, wonderful,” Nick said after he swallowed. He brushed the crumbs off his hands and then stood, sliding his fingers lightly down the length of her spine. “So Jessie,” he said in the old warm, friendly tone she had heard from him until today. “Let's talk about your new position at the company. And don't forget, having fun is what it's all about!” Another tiny click and the buzzing on Jessie's pussy went into overdrive, and even she didn't know whether the guttural moan she let out was purely of despair.