Fifty: Scumbag (WARNING: mature themes)

<p>After a long moment, I wondered if he knew I was here. Unless he was ignoring me for a reason he only knew? Was he playing petty power games? <br/><br/>I shuffled my feet on the floor and looked around for somewhere to sit. Since he wasn't paying attention to me, I may as well make myself comfortable.<br/><br/>"Stand still!" the man barked at me, making me jump and stand straight.<br/><br/>So he hadn't forgotten me. He was just being a scumbag. I wondered what he wanted from me. The clock ticked and I played arithmetic games with the clock hands, while waiting for the scumbag officer to get around to tell me what I was here for. Every time I got restless, he'd bark at me again. <br/><br/>Was I being punished? What for?<br/><br/>I contemplated what life was going to be like as a prisoner of my own people until his voice startled me out of my thoughts.<br/><br/>"So you're Jean Wallace?" Scumbag looked me up and down with derision. "You're the one that Bosky seems to be interested in? There's not much of you to look at. Why would he be interested in you?"<br/><br/>I didn't know how to answer his questions and he didn't seem to want me to answer anyway. His insults were irritable but nothing I didn't already know. He talked without seeming to care whether I would or wouldn't answer.<br/><br/>"Are you a traitor, Jean Wallace?" he spat, as if my name was a curse word. "You are, aren't you? Otherwise, why else would you still be here, living in the Solitary Block? I'll be keeping my eye on you, Jean Wallace, so don't try any tricks. Come here," he beckoned with one finger.<br/><br/>I took one step closer.<br/><br/>"No, come over here," he waved me to come around to his side of the desk. When I stayed a respectful distance from him, he frowned. "Come closer."<br/><br/>I took small steps, going closer to him, wondering why he needed me to come so close. The moment I was within arm's reach, he yanked me over to fall on him in his office chair.<br/><br/>"Since you're already the enemy's slut, why don't you be my whore as well?" he asked in a soft voice, while I scrambled to escape his grasp. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me.<br/><br/>"No way," I replied in a strained voice. "I'm not anyone's whore. I'd rather be starved and worked to death."<br/><br/>Two heavy slaps fell on my cheeks, making them sting, burn and swell up. The slaps had knocked me into a daze, during which time, the Scumbag had already sat me upon his lap, while he felt me up. I winced at the bruising pain and the roughness with which he groped and pinched me. My struggles on his large lap made a bulge beneath my backside begin to harden and poke up into me.<br/><br/>"Are you sure?" Scumbag asked in a sinister voice. "I'm only ever going to give you this offer once. After today, you'll never get the chance again, even if you regret it. Think about it before you answer. I can make it worth your while."<br/><br/>I gasped and grunted in pain when his meaty hand caught and squeezed that sensitive place between my legs. He twisted, making me cry out a bit in pain.<br/><br/>"Let me go, you scumbag," I cried, unable to break free from his grip. He was too strong. "I won't. I won't regret."<br/><br/>He slapped my face again, so that I couldn't speak.<br/><br/>"You asked for it," he snorted. "Don't complain later on. I'm not losing out on anything."<br/><br/>He reached up under my shirt and pushed my bra out of the way to look at and pinch my breasts. I was too busy trying to fend him off to think of how much noise I should or shouldn't make in order to call for help. In short, I wasn't thinking of anything at all, except of escaping the Scumbag's dirty presence.<br/><br/>He managed to pin my neck down over the side of one of his office chair armrests so that I couldn't make any noise even if I wanted to. His hands were everywhere, dirtying my body with his disgusting touch. Somehow, my pants were removed, leaving my underwear as the only barrier protecting me. His fingers jabbed inside to rub and pinch me while I continued to struggle, choking. <br/><br/>Scumbag repositioned my body with one hand around my throat, so that I was pinned between his thick thighs. Something was slid between my inner thighs while I was bent over the table. Thankfully, he wasn't trying to enter me, only using me to jerk off.<br/><br/>When he was done, he threw me aside so that I hit my head against his bookshelf and lay in a stunned heap. He cleaned himself up with a handful of tissues and wiped up any excess fluid he had left on me. Upon catching my wind, I scrambled up to try and escape but was hauled back when he caught my hair.<br/></p>