As she joins the queue of travelers waiting in line for the next bus into town, back in the parking lot, a young black man walking the rows of parked cars, spots the keys left in the car and boldly hops in and drives the car away. As Christine watches the familiar streets pass by as the bus pulls up on to the highway, Ron’s car speeds off to a secluded auto shop in a poorer darker part of town. By the time Christine has transferred to her bus for her job, a group of men have already begun the work of disassembling Ron’s car down to its original pieces at the chop shop. Nothing will be left. All of Ron’s possessions will be digested and sold before the end of the day.

Christine arrives at her stop and joins the small number of holiday workers making their way to work. There are few in the elevator and the box transporting them floor to floor soon arrives at her destination. Turning the corner and heading for her desk she see Sandra’s familiar face hunched over a hot cup of coffee at her desk.

“Happy New Year! Hay girl, I didn’t expect you back until at least Monday? ” Christine greeted her one friend at work.

“Hi” Sandra answered and took another sip of the much needed black coffee. “I heard a rumor that we might get off early today because the holiday and weekend were so close, so I came in hoping its true. I really don’t feel like being here today.” Sandra rolled her eyes and took another sip of the hot brew. “What have you been up to, while I was away?”

“I’ve been keeping busy” Christine answered coyly, unable yet to share her morning’s adventure with her friend.

“Did you hook up with somebody during the holiday?” Sandra misinterprets Christine apparent happiness. She knew how tough things had been and really wanted her lonely co-worker to have someone special in her life.

“Let’s hope you are right about us getting off early today I’ve got some things I’d rather be doing at home this afternoon.” Christine skillfully changing the subject without answering Sandra’s question.

Both girls reluctantly get started on the days work, while waiting for the possible word of an early end to the work day. It doesn’t take long before the office buzz is to “Check your email.”

Sure enough there is an all department message from Mr. Remington congratulating everyone on last years success and plans for this to be even a bigger year. At the bottom the important lines: “Enjoy your lunch and take the rest of the day off. Enjoy your weekend, see you all back ready to work first thing Monday.”

The office begins to quickly empty as everyone hurries to take advantage of the extra time off.

“Come on girl” Sandra urges “let’s get out of here, there’s still a long bus ride between here and getting home for the weekend!”

“You go ahead I’ll be right behind you, just have a few things to finish up.” Christine replies knowing she needs a little time alone in the office.

Finally everyone is gone and Christine has the office to herself. She goes to Ron’s desk and begins punching the necessary buttons on his phone, entering the codes and numbers to forward all his incoming calls to her extension. It won’t be long before Ron’s customers will begin to wonder why he hasn’t made his scheduled visits. When those calls come, Christine wants to be sure she’s the one to answer all their questions. With that done she hurriedly gathers her coat and purse and heads for home.

The ride home on the bus went slowly. Christine was excited and full of anticipation. She knew Ron was to strong now for her to control without the many restraint she had in place, her first goal was to so weaken him that she could easily control him and break his will. She remember a TV show that talked about the “Rule of Three, three minutes without oxygen, three days without water or three weeks without food and the human body would die.” That she decided along with some personal touches would guide her.

Finally home, she opened the door carefully not sure what to expect. Ron lay motionless under the blanket where she had left him. She pulled off the blanket and found all her carefully placed restraints were still in place. She could hear him drawing slow steady breaths through the mouth pieced glued securely to his lips. She quietly backed away, deciding to just watch for now. While her captive lay motionless on the floor deep in his drug induced sleep, she changed into a comfortable silky blue robe and carefully put away her clothes. She put on a pot of coffee and sat in a kitchen chair pulled close to the naked chained man on the floor.

As she set silently the coffee pot played a happy tune it beat increased as it approached its climax, filling the small room with aroma. The combination stirred Ron’s senses as his body began to awaken. Christine pour herself a large mug of the fresh dark brew and clutched it between her hands as she sit carefully watching his every stirring move. Tiny motions at first, just a twitch of the foot, arch of the neck, his arm trying to move against their bonds. She could tell he was awake at last when his body jerked against the chains trying to free his arms. Oh, the joy that spread over her, as he flopped like a fish out of water and emitted his first muted screams for help, to low to be heard beyond her apartment. For several minutes he continued to attempt to break free, his body was covered with sweat and his breathing was labored as he fell motionless exhausted from his failed efforts. She watched sipping her coffee and feeling no remorse for the man that took so much pleasure for so long as her tormentor.

Ron lay motionless while his breathing slowed and his body recovered from the heavy exertion. Then again he began his fruitless struggles to free himself, pulling and pushing against his restraints until his skin turned crimson and raw from fighting against the cold hard steel of the unyielding bonds. He struggled until exhausted, rested and resumed his efforts over and over again until he was totally spent. He gave up his struggles and laid attempting to call for help through his muzzled mouth making unintelligible muffled sounds heard only by Christine. His body shuddering as he drew uneven breaths, as his unheard calls for help became the sobbing of a helpless man

Christine, pleased with her successes so far, knew she needed to get on with her preparations of Ron before she had a mess to clean up. She went to the bags of neatly stored materials she had accumulated while preparing for Ron’s arrival. She pulled a plastic sealed package from the bag and put it on her kitchen table. After opening it, she spread the contents on the table. She carefully read the instructions for inserting the “Indwelling Foley Catheter” as she located each item on the table.

She pulled on the latex gloves and gathered all the necessary parts and moved to her new patient lying on the floor. She put her foot on Ron’s shoulder and pushed him over on his back. He instinctively attempted to roll back on his side and curl into a fetal position to protect himself.

She rolled him back, this time taking a firm grip on his testicles as she barked her orders “Lay still and don’t move or I’ll crush your little friends.”

She punctuated her words with a firm squeeze and he immediately complied laying motionless. She placed the green drape with its hole centered over his groin. After soaking a cotton ball in the iodine she swabbed the area being sure to clean the tip of his penis. She opened the tube of lube and applied it to the first several inches of the catheter and then a dab on the opening of the penis. Ron gasped as the cold tube invaded the most precious part of his body.

“Remain still and breathe normally” she commanded.

More and more of the tube disappeared into Ron’s body until she felt the resistance that told her she was almost at her goal. A little extra push and the yellow fluid filling the clear tubing told her she had reached the bladder. She pushed another couple of inches deeper to be sure before depressing the syringe filling the balloon tip with water. A tug on the tube confirmed that it was secured in place. She placed the bag on the floor and secured the tube to his leg with tape. The dark yellow color of the urine collecting in the bag told her, Ron was already a little dehydrated.

She returned to neatly stacked bag of tricks and retrieved one the white mats with it’s blue water proof backing along with a small white bottle of Fleets Phospho-Soda. She placed the mat on the floor and rolled Ron over until he was almost face down. She pushed the absorptive mat as far under him as she could and then rolled him back onto the mat.

The direction on the white bottle recommend 1 ½ ounce doze for bowel cleansing, about half the contents of the bottle, diluted in 4 ounces of water. Fighting the temptation to just empty the bottle of powerful laxative into Ron’s mouth, instead Christine pour the entire bottle into a small glass and stirred in a half a cup of water. Using a small funnel she slowly poured the cloudy liquid into the circular opening of Ron’s mouth piece. Parched with thirst, he greedily sucked down every drop unaware of the consequences he’d pay later.

There was nothing more to do for now but wait. Christine took a TV dinner from the freezer and popped it into the microwave. While she waited, she pulled Ron’s laptop from its bag and logged in using his stolen password. She was surprised when the built in wireless network automatically found a connection to the Internet. Someone close by must be operating a wireless system without any protection. The microwave beeped several times announcing her dinner was ready. Pulling back the plastic sheet, covering the black plastic tray of simple fare, releases a small cloud of steam filled with the savory aroma’s of the commercially prepared meal. Her mouth waters in response to the smell. A thought, Ron hasn’t eaten since this morning. She takes the tray over and passes it close to Ron’s head making sure he gets a good whiff to tease his olfactory senses.

Sitting down at the table she eats while she scrolls through Ron’s laptop looking for more information. His email account has a new unread message from a Leesa. A tap of the mouse pad opens the message. After reading the message, Christine decides to share it with Ron.

“Hay lover boy” she calls to her captive audience “You’ve got a message from Leesa.” Christine paraphrases the message in the cruelest fashion “Seems you rocked her world last night and she can’t wait for you to get back from your business trip to do you again.” Christine continues her mental assault on Ron “Since you seem to be all tied up, how’s about I draft a return message.”

Christine pushes her dinner aside and pulls the laptop over and begins to type a sensitive response in which Ron explains how he is unworthy of such a wonderful person and that he was contemplating major changes to his life, he’d be moving away soon and thought it best that they end their relationship. Christine saw no reason to unnecessarily hurt this unknown girl, Ron was after all was the only target of her retaliation.

“Hay Ron” Christine called to the motionless body “I told her you the felt the sex was less than average and that she ought to check with her doctor because you may have passed along a STD unintentionally during your last encounter.”

Ron made some unintelligible sounds, Christine construed to be him cussing her, while in his rage he lurched against his bonds. Christine was amused at how easy it was to play mind games on Ron.

She resumed her examination of his laptop files. She found a folder labeled “Xmas Party” with two sub folders “Party” and “Party1". “Party 1" was the edited file with the cropped picture that made everyone but Christine unidentifiable. “Party” were all the original unedited pictures. As she opened image after image, she recognized male coworkers she had once called friends, smiling and laughing as they took turns exploiting her drugged and unable to resist body. Her rage built with the opening of each new image as it became apparent how many had used her to sate their sexual lust. When she opened the one that showed the boss, Mr. Remington shoving his penis in her mouth as Ron held her head for him, her anger and discuss boiled over. She grabbed a nearby broom from the corner and holding it down at its head she used it as a club. She landed blows on Ron’s shoulders and back as he rolled back and forth trying to escape her onslaught. She worked her way up and down his body wacking away with her broom as she cussed him for what he and others had done to her. Ron rolled side to side, unable to escape the beating, until in his efforts to elude his tormentor his scrotum slipped between his legs exposing his genitals. The handle’s end landed with brutal force sending a jolt of pain, worse than any he ever experienced, through his body. His muffled screams of agony froze Christine as she watched him curl into a tight ball. His moans of pain continued as she withdrew, satisfied for the moment with the little bit of justice she had exacted.

Exhausted from the early start of her day and all the uncommon physical exertion she fell into bed. Ron’s low groans and moans for a lullaby, she drifted off into a sound sleep.