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                  Connie's Fast-Track	


	Was it a sparkle, or merely an errant dust mote that
caught Connie's eye as she pored over the seemingly
endless spreadsheets sprawled over her desk? Was
something telling her that she would soon be dancing a
dance never before expected? The favored miniature
figurine of a ballerina pirouetted the center stage on
what had become her chosen work area. Girlhood
memories returned. Aspirations to be a ballerina
resurfaced and now that she was all of 25, Connie had
made other plans. Plans that had her on the fast track
to a senior vice presidency with the firm, glass
ceiling be damned. Let the other girls her same age
dance and party and look at her with their covetous
eyes as she strode past their humble cubicles on her
way onward and upward.

	A sigh signaled how tired she really was .It was
getting late. Connie rubbed her exhausted eyes and
turned off the banker's light shining above the tiny
figure. Packing her laptop and papers into the attach 
case, thoughts ran to what lay ahead. Another solitary
night. She'd get home, take a bath, and then go to
bed. First though, she had to get out of her office
and down to where her new car sat by itself in the
darkened parking lot. After today, even a machine
would be welcome company. She grabbed her tailored
jacket from off of the valet, slipped it on, snatched
up her keys and case and left the office. The last to
leave, again, but that was a price that had to be
paid. Someday, all of these extra hours were bound to
pay off.

	Her heels clacked through the marbled hallway. The
shoes were awfully expensive, but matched the navy
blue suit she wore. As did her bag. She waved strands
of dark hair from her face. Maybe it might be wise to
also color coordinate her work stuff with her business
outfits. It couldn't hurt her image she thought as she
reached the parking lot floor. There across the
pavement sat her car as she had expected. She pointed
the key chain device in its direction. The honking
horn and flashing lights were reassuring, but just to
be prudent, her fingers inside the purse wrapped
around the tiny canister and clutched it in her grasp.

	"Working late tonight, are we?"

	Connie whirled around startled. She recognized the
male voice as one of her colleagues; one she always
thought was jealous of her promotions in his ambitious
zeal. "Jim! You nearly scared the shit out of me. But,
what are you doing dressed like that?"

	"Oh, this?" He chuckled and smoothed down the front
of his workman's overalls. "You're just always used to
seeing me in a business suit. This is sort of, uhm,
after-hours wear." Jim continued his silly grin at
Connie as she faced him. "It really is more
comfortable than a suit and tie, you know. Or, maybe
you don't." Jim shrugged. "Well, at least you know
about suits." He gestured toward the ensemble she was
wearing. "Dress to impress, right? Except that maybe
that power suit of yours tonight just lost a bit of
its power." Jim's grin faded. He wiped a hand over his
gelled hair. She was tall, but he stood at least a
half-foot over her.

	Connie turned back to her driver's door and said,
"Look, Jim, I have no idea what you're talking about
or even why you are here, but it's late and now I'm
heading home. See you tomorrow." Her words
half-heartedly trailed into the night as the key
turned and she opened the door.

	"Well hey, Ms. Jennson, the night is young. How about
a little company? Don't you think the little lady
needs someone to ride along with her Frank?" Connie
whipped around and saw Jim's pal also there and
dressed just like him. Both of them were staring at
her. No one now smiled. She glared back and gripped
the pepper spray in her purse.

	"I wouldn't try that if I was you," Jim said, "While
you were at break this morning, Frank here stole into
your office and replaced your can with one of his
harmless toys."

	"What the?!" Connie reached into her purse and pulled
out the canister. It was ivory, and the one she
usually had in there was colored red. She pulled it
out and tried spraying it, but nothing happened. "You
bastards! Get the fuck out of here now, before I call
Security!"

	Both of them laughed and Frank quietly said to Jim
that Security had left two hours before. "Connie," Jim
said patiently, "there's no one here to help you now,
so why don't we all just nicely get into you car?
Okay? Okay." The two men moved closer to the single
woman and shoved the leather seat forward to get into
the back. "Now just be a good girl and drive us out of
here."

                            ***

	Effects from the stun gun were wearing off. Connie
kept hearing Jim's words over and over, something
about "getting out of here" said more as a statement
than a question. She remembered driving to some old
shack in a deserted industrial area, getting out and
being led inside. That was when the jolt hit her. She
had remained conscious as they removed her clothes,
but could not move. Now she was naked and strapped
down to this metal table. Lights blazing like
rectangular suns encircled her. A moan escaped her
lips just as the water hit.

	"Throw it over her face Frank. Maybe the cold water
will help her regain some more of her sense?" Jim
looked down at the nude on the metal rack. Both of
them had admired the toned contours as she lay.
"Better enjoy this part dear," he said as the water
drenched her face and hair, "because maybe you can't
see it now, but we're going to crucify you on that
wall over there." He dropped a section of the table
that was between her legs, then violently pushed a
tethered ankle back while raising her knee. The metal
holding the limb retracted into the table.

	Connie gasped. In the Mylar screen above, she could
make out he reflection of her own knee being raised
and thigh pushed open. That was frightening enough,
but Jim's words about a crucifixion shoved aside his
earlier words in her growing alertness. She felt her
other leg bent and ankle pushed back. Looking back up,
she saw her arms stretched behind her wet head and
both legs parted. Connie fought to get free, but her
arms and legs were securely held.

	"Frank? Why don't you do the honors? I have other
plans at this end."

	As if in concert timed with a master's baton,
Connie's hips eased back to the table as she exhaled a
sigh that sang a medley ranging from Glad That's Over,
to I Feel the Edge But Can't Cross Over.
Characteristically taciturn around the office, Frank
squealed like a rutting hog especially when he
ejaculated all over Connie's belly for what Jim had
described as the "money shot". Already, the spent
globs cooled.

	She was just relaxing her tensed form when a panel
between her arms dropped. Her head and neck fell.
"Whaaaa...!!!"

	"Told you this was the most enjoyable part for you,
bitch."

	Connie struggled between her upside down head and
Jim's voice from high above. She blinked her eyes.
Staring back at her was a semi-erect male member.

	It took just two zaps from the stun gun, and a
threatened third, before Connie enthusiastically
lapped at the bobbing organ. She took it between her
lips and earnestly sucked the male flesh to a gagging
tumescence. Despite the lowered voltage on the gun, a
pair of rising burns sided each nipple. Choking , she
nonetheless furiously feasted on the cock until Jim at
last removed it from her mouth and scalded her face
with his cum.

	"How's our vee-pee feeling now?" Jim said as he and
Frank one of Connie's arms over their shoulders and
helped her off of the table. Her toes dragged over the
floor until they hit something hard on the floor.
"Frank? Can you switch some of those lights around?
Not only are they blinding me, but they're damn hot,
too." They dropped her limp form.

	"No need to answer , if you don't want to, Connie. I
would like you to turn over and lay with your back on
that board there on the floor." Straggled hair and
all, she did as she was told and looked up with the
lights burning behind the men towering over her. "Know
what this is, dear?"

	Jim was holding some tool in his hands but she
couldn't see and really didn't care. Her throat hurt
but she said up to the giant figures,
"Llo...loook...Why don't you guys just let me go? I
wwwon't do, anything, I promise." The figure with the
object crouched down closer to her head.

	"Now tell me, how could we possibly do that? Besides,
the real fun is just about to begin and without you
well. Anyhow, this thing I am holding is a pneumatic
nail gun. It fires plenty. Watch." He turned the gun
away from Connie's head and aimed at a distant spot. A
burst exploded and almost immediately, so did the
beam. "Now, if you're thinking that we would use that
on pretty, pretty you. No way!" Jim stood up and
looked at Frank. He gave Frank the nail gun. "Load it
with those rusty ten penny nails." He looked down at
the spattered face whose blues now sparkled with tears
full of pleading. "You'll only need about three,
regardless of how fast or how many that thing can
fire."

                          ***

	The mechanical tool's report sounded like a gust of
wind coupled with a thunderclap. Connie's reactions as
the nails drove into her wrists were more animal-like.
Heels of her bare feet pounded a counterpoint as they
thudded the macadam. Frank grunted as he sat back,
exhausted, his swarthy skin slick with a different
kind of sweat. Nailing the bitch had not been so easy,
even with the aid of the power tool in his hands. Jim
chuckled as he stood outside of the circle of light.

	She had shrieked until her throat was hoarse and she
could scream no more. Now Connie merely moaned as her
head rolled from side to side. She dared not look at
the ends of her outstretched arms for she knew that
the sight would only confirm what she already knew.
She was now pinned to the beam. Her eyes tightly
grimaced and a surf of tears worthy of any beach
washed over the moans.

	From somewhere, Jim's voice said, almost in jest,
"Cummon, Frank. Let's get 'er up on that wall. We need
to be getting back to clean up for work, ya know."

	Frank mumbled something and wearily got to his feet.
Jim walked into the bright light and together the two
grabbed an end of the crossbeam to lift. The slightest
movement of the wood caused Connie's hoarse cry to
rasp once more.

	A foot's length off of the ground, the nude still
looked imposing. They grabbed her insoles, bent her
knees and Frank's tool again hammered home a nail
through flesh and into wood. The writhing body did
make for an impressive visual. Ribbons of scarlet now
trailed from the three entries of the rusted nails.
Crimson streams coursed through curled toes.

	On a slim rail attached to the ceiling hung a
hummingbird feeder. Jim pushed it closer to Connie,
positioning the tiny nozzle just away from her gritted
teeth. "Just in case you need a drink of water while
we're gone, but you'll have to work for it." He leered
upward, imagining the pull that the bitch would have
to exert to lean out to drink the sugar water. "But,
somebody's got to watch the fort I guess." He gave a
final position to the recording video camera aimed at
Connie. "We'll be sure and tell the boss you said to
say hi and probably come by to see how you're doing
after 5 or so, okay?"

	With that, the two vanished, leaving only Connie and
her pain to rue the day she chose to enter this
particular corporate culture.

                       -30-


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