Boss From Hell Ch. 02

After a Sleepless Friday night, I finally caught up to sleep about seven in the morning on Saturday. My blissful sleep lasted only until the kids woke up. Like a zombie I made them breakfast and had them get dressed. Thoughts of Tammy under Brandon's roof kept me distracted all day long. I tried to convince myself that the reaction I saw from Tammy last night was simply a reflex action and not one of contentment.

Tommy and Gretchen asked me if anything was wrong. I lied to them and told them no as I hustled them off to soccer practice. It was a spectacular, beautiful day. I feigned interest in the scrimmage games and cheered where appropriate but nothing could shake my lethargy. We returned home for brunch and then I was rescued by Marie next door. She had lucked into two extra free children tickets to the science museum and wanted to know if Tommy and Gretchen would like to go with her and her own two kids. I thanked her profusely and the kids were overjoyed. As soon as they were out the door I collapsed into bed. I succeeded in sleeping but my dreams were most unpleasant I could not help but wonder what was going on at Ferris' place. My boss could be beyond charming when he wanted to be. I've seen him sweet talk teamsters and union enforcers. I prayed that Tammy had not and would not succumb to Brandon's considerable charms.

Like an evil phantom, the sight of my wife sucking on his massive tool seemed to play and replay itself at the most inopportune times all day long. Even though I feared its appearance in my e-mail, I craved another video from Brandon. I had to see with my own eyes how much resistance Tammy was offering. I was sickened when I realized that part of my curiosity was sexual. Part of me wanted to see what Brandon would make Tammy do.

When not checking my e-mail I tried to dial up some movies. I gave up when every actress, no matter her age, transmogrified into Tammy time and time again. I turned to video games and took out some of my anger by killing things. I imagined my targets were all Brandon. I wanted to be Travis Sickle, I wanted to charge into Brandon's house guns blazing and liberate Tammy. While counter-productive, these exercises in aggression did make me feel better.

The kids arrived back home after a long day at the museum to find that I had dinner ready. We ate and the kids told me about their adventures for the day. It was a normal dinner in every way except for Tammy's empty seat. The kids did not seem to miss their mother yet. I sat on the couch and pretended to watch the television shows and movies in the hours after dinner and before their bed time. They get to stay up late on weekends. Finally at 10:30 I read a book that Tommy had picked out and then the once Gretchen had chosen before sending them off to bed.

I surfed the web, constantly checking my email. Finally past midnight, another video from Brandon hit my inbox. Torn between remaining blissfully ignorant of my wife's activities or knowing how she was being used, I opted to be informed, knowing full well that it was almost assuredly the wrong decision.

The scene faded in to a close-up of my wife sucking on Brandon's cock. Her large green eyes seemed sad to me. Then came the narration,

"Greetings Randy. If you ARE watching this and I know you lack the self-control to deny your own curiosity, This is how my day began; with my luscious slave, the woman who USED to be your wife preforming a fantastic blow job on me. My cum was her first meal of the day."

The picture transitioned to the two of them at the breakfast table. Tammy was sitting in Brandon's lap while he fed her, all the while burying the fingers of his other hand in Tammy's sex. Next, Dressed in a tiny sports bra, thong, and ever present collar, Tammy was led through a strenuous workout In Brandon's well-appointed gym. Brandon worked out as well, although he wore sweats. In a bit of film clearly meant to hurt me, there was a lingering shot of Tammy's left hand, highlighting the absence of her wedding and engagement rings. Brandon's self-satisfied voice then said,

"My slave is in fine shape. It is my responsibility as her owner that I keep her in tip top shape. She needs to be in A-one condition for the many sexual paces I and other will put her through. Yes Randall in a few days I will be sharing my slave with other men and women. She needs to learn that she is merely an object to be used by and to please others."

The picture cut to Brandon's outdoor, heated pool. The cameras caught every caress as Brandon rubbed sunscreen onto every millimeter of Tammy's exposed and very naked skin. Tammy sat sunning herself next to a naked Brandon. I was amazed at his body on display. Brandon had always been well built but he must have a personal trainer, because he is totally ripped. He has one of the most impressive six packs I have ever seen. All of him looks like he could beat up Charles Atlas with one hand tied behind his back. A butler stopped by with a tray of Margaritas. Tammy made no move to hide herself as the butler ogled her body. The two drank and chatted. Tammy seemed to be enjoying the conversation but I could not tell for sure. Eventually Brandon challenged Tammy to a swimming race. If she had not been hampered by her collar, my wife would probably have won. However, Brandon just edged Tammy and had her exit the pool where he fucked her on a poolside air mattress. Apparently the butler was now wielding the camera because there was a long pan of their bodies intertwined. The picture froze on Tammy's face, her eyes closed and expression unreadable, before it faded to black once more.

As the picture transitioned to a new scene I heard Brandon say, "My slave enjoyed her time at the pool and enjoyed it when I defeated he in our race and then took her as my prize for winning. After showering together we moved to my bedroom where I began the process of exploring my slave's asshole."

There were shots from three angles as Brandon lubricated Tammy's asshole and gently worked his large cock inside her. Tammy always enjoyed anal the times we engaged in it. I would have liked rear action a bit more but the kids seemed to have radar and interrupted or had some crises whenever Tammy and I were about to have some backdoor lovin'. It had been quite a few months since the two of us had had an anal adventure.

Brandon was surprisingly gentle as he entered my wife's ass. I could tell from her body language and occasional sighs that Tammy was less than enthused about Brandon's intentions. But then he started to go to work, using his member like a well-oiled piston. Appalled yet fascinated, I watched my wife's body language go from resolved to the inevitable to active enjoyment. As Brandon climaxed Tammy let out a gasp and said with heavy breath, "Oh Brandon!" My heart felt like it had been run over by a steam roller.

The scene shifted to a wide shot of Brandon in a chair. He was naked. Tammy was on her knees fellating him. "Randy, as you can see I am keeping my slave's mouth occupied. She has been a very good girl today Of course I intend to fuck her a few more times before I allow her to sleep. And she has earned a brief paddling for not being sufficiently enthusiastic at the beginning of our anal intimacy. The fact that I do not have to paddle her more today is a very good sign. I will end this entry in my video journal now. You really did not need to see us eating dinner. Or me dining on my slave's succulent pussy after dinner. My slave is quite the tiger when her pussy is licked. It may make you happy to know that she uttered your name once while I was eating her out. She will receive a paddling for that as well. However, I am more tolerant of verbal slip ups than I am of physical resistance and noncompliance."

The screen darkened for a moment and then came a parade of still images. They were pictures taken throughout the day. I could not help but notice that, in nearly all of them, except for the shots of her being paddled, Tammy was smiling. She looked almost luminously beautiful in virtually every shot.

The last words from Brandon before the second and final fade out was, "Isn't my slave beautiful? Doesn't she look happy? I have no doubt that she will come to adore her captivity and will worship me and thank me for liberating her and turning her into the woman she should be. Good night!"'

I watched the video a second and third time. Then I stepped away from the computer in a daze. For the first time I felt that I might lose Tammy. She certainly was not reacting like Brandon made her skin crawl now. At least not much on the footage I saw. I tried to tell myself that Brandon was editing the images for maximum impact. Maybe I was getting a distorted picture. As I struggled for sleep that night I sincerely hoped that that was the case.