Woman gets sick and tired of co-worker watching her.
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"Come in here a minute, would you?" Curious, I followed Heidi into an old office, which was now empty except for some boxes that had been stored there. There were not many people left in the building, and it was fairly desolate anyway. I was somewhat startled by the fact that she shut and locked the door behind us. I looked at her inquisitively, as she said, "We need to talk." "We have a problem," she said, turning to me. "And it will be corrected today." I looked at her, befuddled. "What problem is that?" She frowned, and shook her head. "So we're going to play stupid, are we?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Fine. If that's the way we have to do it, we will." She paused long and stared at me, as if determining exactly how to word her next statement. I took the moment to notice what she was wearing. She looked incredibly hot in the tight blue jeans and hot pink shirt she was wearing that accented her full bosom very well. "Basically, Dan, I'm sick and tired of you. I'm tired of you staring at my ass. I'm tired of you staring at my tits. I'm tired of feeling the eyes, and wondering where you are. And it needs to stop." I became flustered, and blushed furiously. "I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered. Heidi shook her head, brushing aside the comment. "I doubt it, Dan. And frankly, I don't give a shit. But it's going to end today." She stared directly into my eyes. "So, I am challenging you to a fight." "Excuse me?" I said. "Heidi, I'm not going to fight you . . ." "Shut up!" she said irritably. "If you win the fight, you can have me, however you want. And then you will walk away, and will never stare in my direction again." "What? I . . ." "If I win," she said, cutting me off, "I am going to take a little souvenir to ensure that you don't?" She stopped and looked at me, crossing her arms again and setting her jaw. I was completed bemused, and unable to respond. "Well?" she asked finally. "Heidi, I can't fight you," I answered. "Why not, Dan? Because I'm a woman? Don't think so highly of yourself." "Heidi, I can't fight you." "Chivalry, huh? Fine time for it now." She uncrossed her arms and stepped toward me. "Let me make this a little more clear. This is not an option. It is going to happen. And if you don't fight, so be it. It just makes my job that much easier." I was about to protest again, but her right foot swinging at my head gave me other things to think about. I ducked quickly to avoid the foot, but as the foot landed, her right fist connected with my temple, sending my glasses flying. I staggered into the far wall, and turned in time to block the left fist aiming at my jaw. I realized then that I had no option but to fight. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward, and quickly threw me across the room into the stack of boxes, and then followed me over. In desperation, I shot my foot out and caught her in the stomach, not with a hard shot, but enough to hold her at bay while I caught my breath. She stepped back from the blow, and set herself into a martial arts stance. I knew I was in trouble. I knew I had to try and wait her out, make her make the first move. If I were to have a chance in this, it would be in getting her to make a mistake. She stepped toward me and launched with her right. I blocked it out of the way easily, and shot my right fist out at her. It had all been a feint. I swung at air. In a continuous motion, Heidi ducked out of the way of my punch, while bringing her left foot around and sweeping my legs out from under me. She did a quick 360 as I landed on my back, coming around to rest on one knee. As I pulled myself to my elbows, she brought her right hand across my jaw, knocking me back to the floor, extremely dizzy. As I lay trying to shake the cobwebs from my head, she turned and watched for a moment. She then began to undo my belt. Shaking my head desperately, I kicked with my left foot, and landed it in her side. She fell over sideways, as I scrambled to get up and face her. As she got up this time, I did not wait for her. I launched myself at her before she had a chance to set herself. I planted my outstretched fists firmly into her chest, driving her backwards into the wall. Not wanting to give up position, I grabbed hold of her voluptuous tits, and squeezed for dear life. She seemed to buckle at the pain, and grabbed my wrists, trying to pry them off. My grip held firm. I didn't know what to do next, and didn't dare let go. It didn't matter. Heidi had no intention of waiting for me to release my grip. She relaxed her body, dropping her hands, and then brought them abruptly back up between my outstretched arms, popping them off her with the force. Before I could react, she connected with a hard left to my right temple. As my head fell to my left, she grabbed my hair with her right and pulled me forward. She brought her left hand up to my neck, and then brought my head down hard onto her upraised right knee. I staggered backwards, unsure if I was going to be able to stand much longer. Not that I had to worry about it. Heidi wasn't going to leave this up in the air. She came at me with a left, but hit me with a right hard in the gut. I doubled over in time to catch her left in the chin. I stumbled to the floor on my hands and knees. Heidi, with a look of grim determination on her face, took me by the shoulders and lifted me back to my feet. "C'mon," she said. "On your feet." I stood, and swung at her again, a predictable right hook that she batted down with her left hand, as she brought her right backhand across my face. As I staggered backward, Heidi settled into her stance, and I couldn't help noticing her beautiful, well-rounded bottom, and curvy hips. I felt the perverse swelling in my pants as I watched. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Heidi stood, a perfect body against a blurred backdrop. 5'9" with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, tanned skin and hard muscles made for a vision that nearly made me forget where we were. I reached out to hold her . . . The body was rotating. Now I was looking full at her backside, and muscular thighs covered by tight denim, and then was shaken from my reverie as her left foot slammed into my left temple. How I didn't fall down is a bewilderment. But I knew that the fight was over. I was no longer able to even lift my arms to defend myself. I looked toward my assailant. She was back in position, but she was relaxed, realizing, as I had, that there would be no more blows. As she stepped toward me, I slumped against her, conscious and alert, but unable to do anything. For some reason, my legs still held me, unwilling to buckle, seemingly of their own stubborn refusal to give in to this lost battle. Heidi, for her part, let me rest my head on her shoulder, supporting me easily, as a mother would her small child. It seemed like inevitable fate that held me upright at all. Not ungently, Heidi reached down and took hold of my belt, loosening the buckle against no resistance. She grabbed my waistband and pulled me into her a little, with a task in mind, but not brutally. I attempted to lift my arms in protest, but brought them up to rest feebly on her full bosom, whimpering softly, "No, please, Heidi. Don't do this." She ignored the hand movement, as well as my soft-spoken plea for mercy, undoing the button, and lowering the zipper. The jeans fell down onto my thighs. I was not rock-hard, but my member had grown to full length, and was bulging underneath my underwear. Heidi went about her business matter-of-factly, lifting the underwear over my package and pulling them down from the sides, letting them rest atop my jeans. My manhood hung loosely, and looking down around my side, Heidi could see clearly what she was doing. Once again, I pleaded with her. "Please, Heidi," I whined, "no . . ." my voice trailed off with no energy to support even that simple function. With her left hand, she stroked my head briefly, saying, "Shhhhhh. It's almost over. Just relax, now." Her right hand was reaching to a sheath on her hip. I began sobbing as she pulled forth a hunting knife. I dropped my hands to try and cover myself, but it was academic, and Heidi knew it. She gently and easily lifted my limp hands and rested them on her hips. She reached down into my groin with her left hand and cupped my penis and testicles. Sliding her fingers down between my legs, she slid them around the base of my shaft and encircled my scrotum as well. My penis stiffened a little involuntarily. I was still weeping, trying to mumble out some cry that would find a merciful ear, but Heidi just went methodically about her business. Taking my genitals in one grip, she tightened her strong left hand, and drew the package taut away from my pubic bone. "If you need to cry or scream, it's all right. If you need to hold on to something, go ahead. This is going to hurt like hell." I trembled in terror, but found that I was still unable to move. She set the blade against the base of the left side of my genitalia, and my breathing and heart rate quickened, as I clutched her waistband with feeble fingers and shut my eyes against the impending horror. At the first slice, I thought I would pass out. Unfortunately, such blissful relief was not to be had. As the blade drew back, I clutched her hips with all my remaining strength and screamed in agony into her chest. She continued the back and forth motion of the blade, methodically removing the offensive organ. It seemed like an eternity, as I felt the left testicle detach, and then the blade dig into my shaft. It tore through my flesh without regard, without feeling. I felt the shaft release from my pelvis and let out another deep sob at the loss, and the knife continued on, biting efficiently into my right testicle, and severing the last vestiges of my manhood. It probably took all of 20 seconds, the eternity that was the removal of my jewels, and as the final taut strands of my maleness snapped off my pelvis, I slumped forward, and sliding down the front of my judge and expeditor of justice, crumbling to my face on the floor. Heidi stepped back, and placed the severed parts in a glass jar in the corner of the room. Walking back over to me, she squatted down at my head, and took hold of my hair. Lifting my head up, she slapped my face several times until I became alert. I place my hands on the floor to support myself, and heard Heidi saying, "Come on. Get up. Just a little bit more." I tried to protest, wondering what more she could possibly want, but she pulled me up to my hands and knees, and then half-led, half-dragged me by the shoulder to the other side of the room, where the boxes were stacked. Helping me to my feet, she pulled me up onto the boxes, which were stacked to look like a table, at a height a little below waist level. Heidi stepped to my side, and using the knife, cut several strips out of my shirt. She used these to staunch the gaping wound between my legs, even sliding the fabric underneath the edges of the exposed skin. Then she pulled my underwear up to hold it all in place. I wanted to scream at the pain. She let me rest for several minutes, and I felt the bleeding slow almost to a stop. My senses were about me again, as my head seemed to have cleared, and I had control of my limbs once again. Heidi had been watching over me, and noticed that I seem fairly alert. She stepped up to the head of the makeshift table, and looked down at my face. "Are you with me again?" I nodded wearily. "Good," she said, "because I don't want you to miss anything." I looked at her questioningly, wondering if I was really alert, and wondering if perhaps this wasn't all a dream. Heidi undid her button and slid down the zipper on her jeans. I turned my head around to see what she was doing. As she lowered the jeans around her incredible hips, and let them slide down her sleek thighs, I simply watched in amazement. "What are you doing?" I asked. She took hold of the sides of her underwear and slid them down to the bottom of her thighs, exposing her beautiful swollen pubic crop. "Dan, you may have been able to be a really nice guy. But look at you. Even now, you're drooling over my body. That just makes me sick." She stepped forward, as I stared in wonder at the perfect curves and lines in and out of her femininity, sliding into sculpted thighs, that were thick and muscular, sleek and smooth. Taking either side of my head, she pulled me backward so that my head was off the end of the table. I was growing terrified. "What are you doing?" I asked, practically shaking. "Just giving you what you've been asking for," Heidi said nonchalantly. She moved herself forward, sliding my head in between her beautiful, tanned legs. The base of my head brushed against her underwear, and I was looking up into her beautiful sweetness. I lost sight of the predicament I was in momentarily, enjoying the incredible view. I also was looking at the bottom of her incredible rear end. The tight round bottom ending sharply at the top of her amazing legs was the view that I was privy to see. "Enjoying the view?" My throat tightened in fear. There was no need for answer, and she knew it. She reached behind her and grabbed my hair. With her left hand she took me under the neck. Suddenly, I understood. She pulled me up into herself, and then I brought my hands up to fight. But it was too late then. I grabbed her hips and pushed her back, trying to get away. I thrashed my legs to try and twist away, but I found I had lost leverage by being prone on the table. "I wanted your last view to be a memorable one." I squirmed and tried to cry out, but she maneuvered my head back and forth, trying to seal off my airways. I fought desperately to move my head away from the position that she was aiming at, but I gradually felt her vaginal lips sliding down my cheeks, enclosing my mouth in her warm wetness. My nose was being pushed in between her luscious cheeks, practically into her bunghole. I panicked, and let out a muffled yell. "What's the matter, Dan? I thought you liked my ass." She chuckled. Then she brought her thighs together, tightening them around my skull. My hands moved to her bottom, as I tried desperately to separate the buttocks, trying to find any air passage. It was fruitless, as I knew it would be. My body convulsed as oxygen deprivation made me gulp vainly for air. Heidi stood, with her hands on her hips, looking down at her pitiful and unworthy opponent. "It's fitting really," she mocked. "You live by the ass, you die by the ass." The thighs came tighter. "I hope you've enjoyed yourself. I know I'll sleep better tonight." It didn't take long. I felt the consciousness slipping away. "I'll keep your precious dick and balls in your memory, now that they are no longer a threat to anyone. Good-bye, ass wipe!" My hands went limp, resting on her tightened butt, my body surrendering to the hopeless fight. My eyes began clouding, as I looked one last time on that perfect rear end, beautiful in its destructiveness. I slipped away into unconsciousness.