//Low in the Cold

// In the cold weather of Vienna, a young designer sees his life brought down to degradation by a woman above his pay grade.

MF, mF, FF, non-con, rape, humiliation, ws, work

 

//Chapter 1

It is another morning in the cold winter of Vienna, with Philip sitting at his desk with the laptop in front of him displaying Photoshop and Illustrator. Philip, a 24 year-old designer, gazes through the window and contemplates the gloomy, grey weather outside, with snow and rain falling on the streets around the building he works in. Being on the fifth floor, he can see much of the city and spends a few minutes immersing himself in the dim and unwelcoming landscape.

Reality kicks in with no warning and for no apparent reason, as he hears the multitude of sounds from the other eighty or so people that work around him in open office space.

�Shit, I forgot my headphones,� he tells himself, realizing that he will have to cope with the annoying noise from other people without the relief of his playlist.

�Wanna go outside with me?� Ilene asks.

�Sure. I just can�t focus today. Just let me grab a cup of coffee.� Philip password-locks his laptop and goes to the coffee machine while Ilene calls the elevator down.

While listening to the sound of coffee being poured into the cheap plastic cup, he notices how sleepy and tired Ilene looks. His girlfriend, who had only entered the company four months ago, is clearly feeling the pressure of a newfound job and all the new skills and rhythms she has to get into.

For some reason, he thinks, she looks paler than ever. She was already kind of pale when he met her at university during Design Graduation, but not as much as today. Probably because, then, they spent much more time outside, unlike these days that kick them from work straight to home and back the next day.

That doesn�t bother him too much, though. She still makes his thoughts wander to sex every time he takes a good look at her 21-year-old thin figure with long, straight dark hair. Even with her puffy white jacket on and blue jeans, Philip thinks of her slender pale body beneath all that clothing.

As they get in the dimly lit elevator, while staring at Ilene�s light-skinned freckled face, Philip wonders if she�s also getting even thinner.

�I think you�re getting thinner.�

�Yeah? Probably� Maybe it�s the smoking? I didn�t notice anything myself,� Ilene says, her dark brown eyes giving away that she knows she�s smoking a lot more than she should.

�Have you been working out? I mean� Well, I guess, no, right? Since we spend all our time together��

�No� The only exercise I see is yours.� Ilene unenthusiastically says. Unlike him, she never runs or does any type of exercise. Her thin shape comes to her naturally, even with a considerably unhealthy lifestyle, with smoking and the regular beer part of her afternoons and nights, followed by scant dinners prompted by her lack of appetite.

Leaving the elevator, Ilene goes ahead and exits outside the company�s building for a smoke, and Philip follows with his warm cup of coffee.

�It�s fucking cold out here,� Philip remarks.

�Just a quick smoke,� she says.

While Ilene reaches for her smokes, Philip�s greenish eyes wander down to notice what he notices a lot of times in her. Her jeans always manage to show behind her a bit of her crack. Although she is so very slimly built, her ass is nicely rounded. Not big, but rounded enough that the jeans she buys most of the times show a bit of that hot, sexy butt crack.

He isn�t going to say anything to her about that, though. Not a tease, not a compliment, nothing. Ilene�s a quiet and reserved person, and more often than not resents sexual comments, or any kind of observation about how�s she looking.

That, strangely, made sense with her, maybe because of her continuous depressed look, with rare moments of pure joy or happiness. She�s maybe like the cold and dim weather that was freezing the hell out of his bones, Philip thinks. So cold, that it takes away that throbbing feeling that was building up in his dick seeing Ilene�s crack.

He wonders if Ilene is freezing as much as he is. He�s considered well-built for a 24 year-old guy, 6 feet tall, that works out two or three times a week at home, with a toned body that usually stands out due to his choice of tight clothes, and most of the time he doesn�t feel any cold. That�s not the case today, and not this year, one of the worst winters to ever punish the streets of Vienna.

�How�s the digital signage project going?� Philip asks.

�It�s going well, I think. I�m still doing the graphic mockups for the different stores, but, yeah� I think today I�m done at about 7 or 8 PM. And you?�

�I got my portal design approved; now I just have to code it� But, I�m not really in the mood today. I haven�t even typed one line of HTML. Fuck it, I have time, I guess.�

�Let�s go inside, I�m done,� she says, throwing the cigarette to the street. �I�m freezing here!�

So, she�s cold, after all, Philip thinks. Just goes to show that she doesn�t show emotion at all.

They get back to the fifth floor, passing by some colleagues and cordially greeting them, even though Philip and Ilene don�t know most of them that well. Philip notices some of the guys checking out Ilene�s butt crack as they pass by.

A sudden pinch of envy hits him. Philip smirks. He can�t blame them, he would do exactly the same. After all, besides being thin, pretty-faced, and relatively tall, compared to the other girls around with her 5 feet and 7 inches, no one could ignore that ass crack in the middle of a bunch of people who were wearing clothing to their teeth.

Back at his desk, Philip�s day seems to race through lunch with the software development team, more coffees and smokes with Ilene and a lot of street gazing, for the lack of motivation to pull through some tough, tedious coding work, his least favorite part of his job as a web designer.

�I�m just having this meeting to give a quick status update on the portal with the Project Manager. Wanna wait for me to go home?� Philip asks Ilene, who sits across from his desk.

Looking outside, Ilene sees the heavy grim night already sweeping the streets. It�s already 8 PM, and she wouldn�t go alone, even though their apartment is only nine blocks away. �Sure.�

Grabbing his 19-inch laptop, Philip goes to the meeting room, hoping to get through quickly enough and go home. Maybe Ilene is in the mood for a fuck today. Philip managed to get through the day with thoughts of her thin body splashing in his mind, alternating with the snowy landscape. Occasionally, he did feel a hard-on beneath his pants while looking at her face.

She�s beautiful, he thinks. Always with a kind of sad, empty expression, but at the same time beautiful, with her light skin, brown eyes, and freckles that aren�t too obvious, but are there, nonetheless.

His mind quickly refocuses when he steps into the meeting room and realizes he�s the last of the invited people to arrive there.

�Hello Ruth, hello Agatha,� Philip smiles, while sitting down with his laptop, next to Ruth.

�Hi, Philip! We just got here, too. I was already showing Agatha our progress this far.�

Ruth is a thirtyish year-old project management assistant that has worked with Philip on the same projects for about three years now, practically since he entered the company. He likes her a lot. Not only because she�s a pretty, nice, curvy, long-haired brunette, but also because she�s very amicable with him all the time.

Philip notices that Agatha hasn�t said a word, not even the obligatory greeting that he�s used to from colleagues.

�So, do you want me to give you a quick update on our work? Daniel, from the development team, asked me to update you also on their side.�

�Okay, go ahead,� Ruth says to him, with a smile that motivates him enough to go through the explanation of last month�s progress without looking excessively bored.

As Philip goes through the progress report, explaining the design, coding and integration with the other teams, he notices Agatha isn�t really paying much attention, contrary to Ruth, who�s clearly following what he says and taking some notes as well.

Agatha�s distraction and apparent �couldn�t care less� attitude makes Philip wonder if he�s saying something wrong, or if he simply isn�t interesting enough for her, or both.

�So, that�s about it, and I think we�re doing pretty well,� Philip concludes.

�I don�t really know if we�re on time. We may have to speed things up,� Agatha says, to Philip�s surprise.

�Well, Philip and the software team are well within the project planning, why are you��

�I know the senior partners of the company this project is for, and I want to show them something in production next week,� Agatha says, her tone underlying the severity of the situation.

�We can�t just��

�Ruth, we need this to sell them more of our support services in our meeting with them next week. We can�t do that if I don�t have this right in front of their ignorant faces. I don�t care if Philip and the others have to do overtime, the company needs to sell.�

With that, Ruth and Philip remain quietly seated while Agatha gets up and starts packing her laptop in her case.

Philip notices what he only glanced at in the corridors. While Ruth is a bit smaller than Ilene, Agatha is as tall or taller than his girlfriend. With long, straight brown hair and blonde nuances, she clearly has a fit body, with a curvaceous ass and reasonable sized breasts. All that, topped with very sophisticated clothes, clearly show her position in the company as a senior partner.

Too bad she is, apparently, such an obnoxious bitch, he thinks. His late-day tiredness and astonishment at Agatha�s remarks stop him from trying to argue anything in favor of Ruth and himself.

�I�m expecting you Friday in my office with good news, Ruth. Get this going.�

Ruth and Philip become alone as Agatha exits the room. And, along with her exit, some of the tension goes off as well.

�Fuck, I never knew she was so harsh,� he says. �That was tense��

�Yeah� She�s a total bitch��

�I mean, I don�t know much about her. She�s a company partner, right? How old is she, anyway?�

�She�s also into Public Relations and occasionally helps the Sales Department. That�s probably what�s happening here: she got our company this project and she wants to look even better by selling more stuff,� Ruth concludes while angrily looking at her laptop�s project planning map. �Now, I probably have to allocate more resources to this project, fuck the other people�s projects, right? Fucking bitch� Oh, she�s 41 or so, I think. You guys think she�s hot, right?�

Admittedly, Philip thinks, she is probably the hottest 41 year-old in the company. But that doesn�t linger in his thoughts for long. Her tone and pissed-off look threw a bad vibe into a project that was running pretty well, up until now.

�Not as hot as you,� Philip smiles and winks, while closing his laptop.

�Hey� Want to go for a drink right now?� Ruth smiles, with her angry look suddenly turning into a very enticing invitation.

�Ilene�s waiting for me,� he replies. Philip can�t help but get a bit aroused by the sensual look Ruth is giving him.

�Yeah� Always locked away with her. It�s just� I don�t get it. You�re so much more, you know, lively than she, I never get what you see in her,� she says, with a touch of disdain while referring to Ilene.

�Hey� We�re dating a few years now. I like her. Opposites attract, right?�

�Sure, dating the opposite of fun must be great in�� Ruth abruptly muffles the last word of her mocking remark.� Anyway, c�mon, how about a quick drink this Thursday, at least to help me get ready for Friday�s appointment with that bitch. And maybe you could call Daniel or someone else from the development team.�

Philip lingers a few seconds on what Ruth implied about Ilene, somehow a touch angry about the manner she discards and refers to Ilene. But Ruth is his friend and colleague for so long, and, deep down, he could feel the sexual urge inside him building up each time she tries to get him to go with her somewhere, without Ilene.

�All right, all right, I�m in. We�ll set time and hour during the week, cool? I like you too much!�

�Ooh, that�s my boy. All right, I�m going off, too; see ya tomorrow!�

 

//Chapter 2

He hastily closes the door as if the rest of the building is colder than their own apartment. Well, it isn�t.

�I�ll warm up a pizza, sounds good?� Philip asks, lighting up the place as he goes straight to the kitchen.

�Yeah, sure,� Ilene replies, reaching for her smokes.

Some 20 minutes later, Philip enters the living room, and the table is already set. Ilene is in the couch, smoking and staring at some vapid TV soap opera that he has never seen in his life.

The dinner goes by without much talk, because there is actually no matter or news that they haven�t talked about already during the day. The three beers Philip and Ilene drink bring about a welcoming numbness that distracts them from the coldness and not-so-splendid looks of their apartment.

After the meal, Philip cleans the stuff up, as usual. He quit trying to get Ilene to care about the apartment being tidy and clean, so he just gets on with it himself. In a few minutes, he finishes the clean-up, gets a beer and sits next to Ilene for a few more moments, both indulging themselves in cheap alcohol.

The soap opera on TV bores Philip, and his attention turns to Ilene, who�s drinking one beer ahead of him, while smoking at the same time. His eyes find a patch of skin in her flat belly that isn�t covered by her warm clothes, and instantly he feels his dick shiver.

That bit of skin, coupled with a brief glimpse of her panties, and a lot of alcohol through his throat, begins to turn his penis hard, bulging against his rough jeans.

�Wanna go to the bed and fuck, Ilene?� he asks. Shit, he thinks, he could�ve been more subtle.

Ilene looks at him, her eyes showing off her typical emptiness, with alcohol most certainly fucking up even more the melancholy that fills her head all the time. �OK� Let me finish my smoke��

After three despairingly long minutes, Ilene gets up and heads to their cold room. Philip follows and turns off the lights everywhere.

Ilene sits down in the bed, while Philip opens the window so they can have some light on. Not that there was much outside in the bleak night, with the miserable weather assuring only a dim cold moonlight inside their small bedroom.

�Can I keep my coat on? I�m really cold�� she asks.

�Sure� Take your pants off��

With her usual awkwardness before sex, accentuated by her alcohol numbness, Ilene strips her jeans and underwear to the floor and lies back on the bed, with her sight focusing on either Philip or the wintery window.

Even though Ilene is still wearing her white puffy coat and a brown pullover, the sight of her naked pale belly, her thin legs, and her thick, dark bush, is bringing him such a hard-on that he feels liquids already coming out of his dick.

Philip quickly strips off his pants, and, like Ilene, he keeps his shirt on. He climbs into the bed, and clumsily spreads her legs with his own.

Settling his weight on top of her thin, oh so hot body, he feels his thick pubic hairs brushing against her dark cunt hairs, and the glans of his penis, already dripping wet, rubbing against Ilene�s well-hidden vaginal lips.

Glancing into her dark brown eyes, he wonders for a second if she�s into it.

�Fuck it,� he thinks, �I�m just so fucking horny.�

Philips slowly pushes his dick through Ilene�s thick bush, and the most thrilling feeling runs through him.

�Mmmhhmmm!� she moans, as if in pain, maybe, even, as if she is not enjoying it.

Philip doesn�t linger on the thought of his girlfriend not enjoying it, and slowly thrusts his penis even further into her cunt. He gasps in her ear, his chest pressing her down, and his throbbing dick buried in her cunt.

Flexing his naked ass, Philip slowly sticks his penis in and out of her cunt, enjoying each new thrust more than the last one.

�MMmmmhhmmm! Mmmmmhhmmmm!� Ilene stays still, moaning, with her legs open and Phillip weighing down on her, being penetrated over and over.

Philip feels his cum building up in his dick as he fucks Ilene. Even though he�s been fucking her for only about 5 minutes, the strong sexual attraction he feels for her and the tightness of her dark hair-covered cunt make him want to cum almost immediately.

With one final thrust, one that makes his balls slap Ilene�s round ass, Philip takes his dick out of Ilene�s cunt and ejaculates all over her exposed belly.

Five minutes later, Philip is cleaning his cock from Ilene�s cunt juices and his own cum. He looks through the door from their bathroom to their bedroom, and sees Ilene already deep asleep under their old blankets. She didn�t even bother cleaning herself up.

He can�t help but wonder if she�s ever been happy with him. Or with any other person.

What about himself, he wonders. Is he happy? Is this what living with someone you like is supposed to be?

What a shithole of a life.

 

//Chapter 3

�So, you guys think we�re good?� Ruth asks across the small table they found amidst a bunch of people standing up.

�Yeah, fuck it, I�m pretty sure the work is solid,� Philip says, barely able to hear himself with the noise around.

The After Eight bar is packed with people, and meeting there with Ruth and three other colleagues from the development team probably wasn�t the best idea to wrap up their work for Ruth�s presentation for tomorrow morning. Their beers and papers stacking up on the small round table are threatening to fall to the floor anytime soon with each bump on the table by passing people.

�I�m tired of busting my ass for these stuck-up executive wannabes! Hey! Another round here, please!� Daniel bursts out. �It�s not only this fucking project, it�s happened a few too many times for my taste! If my head is this burnt at 31 years old, Alzheimer is going to kick in in a year or two!�

�It�s this Agatha! She�s hell bent on having this shit for tomorrow. I couldn�t believe my ears when she told us that on Monday! What a fucking bitch!� Philip exclaims, the fourth beer he drank pushing outside whatever he has in his mind.

�Ah, that hot MILF is behind this shit?� Daniel asks.

�Yeah, that bitch,� Ruth remarks.

Daniel ponders for a while, his mouth leaning into the beer. �Well, whatever. I�ve heard she fucking did the same to some guys from the internal systems team in the map viewer project. Shit, I think that some of them even ended up without a job and without any kind of money compensation because they talked shit back to her and to the other stuck-up assholes. Just give this shit to her and let them all be fucking happy!�

�Guys, guys! C�mon, this is finished!� Ruth yells. �I�ve got a few projects that I can put you guys in after this, without having to take shit from any asshole in the company! For a while at least! Now, those beers!�

Philip tells himself that he deserves to drink all he wants. After all, he spent most of the week doing the gruesome work of coding all the pages from the portal and helping the development team integrate it with their own work until late hours each night.

Beer after beer takes away the extreme coldness from outside that creeps inside the bar, and shouts, jokes and toasts bring about a drunken cheerfulness to Philip and his colleagues.

�How much is it? Nine beers,� Philip asks the bartender, with his head already spinning a bit more than he wanted.

�Hey! Where the fuck are you going?� Ruth leans against the bar, looking to Philip with a funny but surprised face. The usual jolt of excitement of seeing Ruth�s sexy body runs through his dick. Her white Sacoor shirt doesn�t reveal much, but those black soft wide-leg trousers outlining the nice shape of her ass arouse Philip across the alcoholic fuzziness of his mind.

Her ass is a bit bigger than Ilene�s and she�s probably a bit more toned than Ilene as well, Philip thinks, because he knows that Ruth goes to the gym quite a few times per week.

And like that, Ilene comes to his mind.

�Ah, Ruth, I have to go. I still have do some stuff tonight.�

�What? What the fuck do you have to do?� she asks, giggling. �We�re celebrating the project delivery! At least, you guys are!�

�Oh, I know, but I still have to make a money transfer to Ilene�s mother. I do it every month and I forgot about it today because of this shit!�

�Are you kidding me? Do it tomorrow!� Ruth yells, rolling her eyes up and drinking another mouthful of beer. �Why the fuck do you send her money anyway?�

Philip doesn�t reply immediately, but the alcohol pushes out the words �She needs it because she doesn�t have much money. Almost all of Ilene�s paycheck goes to her, to help her out in the treatment of her back. It�s difficult for everyone, but she doesn�t��

�Ah, Philip! Fuck that! No sad stories tonight! C�mon, let me buy you a jagerbomb!� she abruptly interrupts.

�What? That shit will blow me away!� Philip laughs, forgetting about whatever he had to do a second ago.

�Yeah, you�re a pussy or what?�

�Bring that shit! Hey! Two jagerbombs here! Oh, and three more to that table, let�s get Daniel�s Alzheimer going already!�

�Oooh fuck� Shit� I have to go pee!� Philip manages to say. Four jagerbombs later made everything around him look like a big loud mess of people and noises.

�Ha ha ha ha�Go make room for more Philip!� Ruth laughs with a glass shot raised in the air.

�Yeaaah!! I�m here� I�m here until it�s time to go to the company!! Hahahahaha!!� Daniel says, leaning over to the other guys, completely drunk.

Philip drags himself through the cheerful crowed bar to the men�s bathroom, not without some difficulty. With some clumsiness, he closes the door of the small and claustrophobic bathroom. Despite being disgustingly dirty and reeking of beer, it�s a welcome refuge from the bar�s loud mess and confusion.

Slowly and clumsily he lowers his pants and boxers, and an immense relief goes through his body as he pees a huge load into the urinal.

Thoughts of falling straight into the bed and sleep next to Ilene cross his mind. He doesn�t have to worry about delivering anything tomorrow at work, since that shit is all done and he doesn�t have any deadline to worry about, so he can sleep probably until lunch time and have a nice relaxed Friday afternoon at the company.

Suddenly, Ruth enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her, laughing and giggling. Unlike Philip, she doesn�t forget to lock the door behind her. She�s an inch away from him in the tiny bathroom, her unpleasant breath of booze hitting Philip straight in the face.

�What� What the fuck?� he says, while still peeing, his amazement dumbed down by all the booze he drank.

She smiles and looks to his penis, her smile widening, even if he�s still peeing in front of her. �Fuck YOU, Philip. FUCK YOU! We�re celebrating or not? Huh??�

Ruth abruptly opens her shirt, showing off her breasts, barely covered by her black brassiere.

�Shit Ruth, I�m� I�m fucking drunk and pissing and��

�You want my cunt or not?� she angrily says. �You fucking want me, I know it!�

�Fuck� FUCK!� Philip yells. Her open shirt and her black wide-leg trousers, seemingly so easy to take off, make his dick shiver with anticipation. He always wanted to fuck her, but he loves Ilene. Doesn�t he?

�Yeah, FUCK me, Philip! C�mon, motherfucker!� Ruth leans against the door and lowers her black pants and panties. With her pants on the dirty wet floor, and her shirt open, the sight of the hot brunette an inch away from him makes Philip�s dick engorge. She�s not nearly as thin or almost anorectic as Ilene, but her legs and tummy are so much more toned. And her cunt, her brown hair-covered cunt, almost washes away the cloudiness from his mind.

Almost.

In a burst out of his numbness, Philip grabs Ruth�s long curvy hair from behind and leans against her, brushing his dick, still dripping pee, against her hairy cunt.

�Yeah bitch, I�m gonna fuck you!� he moans through his drunkenness, and forces her down to her knees. Philip grabs his half-hard penis and puts it against Ruth�s mouth. �Open your fucking mouth, you fucking WHORE!�

�You�re an animal, Philip! You�re a fucking ANIMAL!� and, with Philip�s penis rubbing all over her face, she opens her mouth and sucks his half-hard dick.

�Yeeeees!! YES, you whore!� Philip moans uncontrollably, his dick getting harder and harder as Ruth, on her knees, sucks his penis again and again, spit coming from her mouth and wetting his penis and pubic hairs.

Philip feels dirty, guilty, but it�s so good, so hot, and his only thought is fucking the shit out of Ruth.

�Come here, bitch!� he yanks Ruth up, against the wooden bathroom door, and kisses her hard in the mouth �I�m gonna fuck your cunt, bitch, I�m gonna finally fuck your whore cunt!�

Ruth kisses Philip back and grabs his head. �C�mon, Philip, fuck me already! Put your fucking cock in my cunt!�

Philip violently leans against Ruth, spreads her legs with his own and thrusts his dick in Ruth�s tight cunt.

�OOOOOoohh, shit! FUCK! SLUT!� he groans, his cock deep inside Ruth�s cunt. He hasn�t fucked another girl but Ilene for years, and shit, it feels so good.

Philip aggressively pushes his cock into her cunt, over and over, his ass flexing uncontrollably as he feels the tightness and wetness of Ruth�s cunt.

�Fuck me, you motherfucker! Fuck me good!� she yells, yanking his hair, with her ass violently pressed against the bathroom door with each thrust from Philip�s cock into her hairy cunt.

Even with his drunkenness, Philip begins to feel his dick shivering more and more with pleasure, his cum quickly and inevitably building up in his cock to a point that is driving him crazy. Her cunt, her body, her lips, her tits, his cock in her dirty cunt�

�FUCK! FUCK! I�m gonna cum, bitch! I�m gonna cum!�

�CUM, motherfucker! CUM in MY FUCKING CUNT!�

Ruth grabs Philip by his naked ass, her nails digging deep into his ass, and pulls him inside her.

�OOoooooooooooohh, fuck!!!!! WHORE! FUCK!� Philip cums and cums. He hysterically ejaculates what seems unending cum into her cunt, his pubic hairs brushing hard against her cunt hairs, and his dick deep inside her tightness.

Five minutes later, Philip is leaning against his side of the wall, his dick already soft, dripping cum to the floor, his head also resting against the wall, looking up to nothing in particular.

Ruth is also still leaning against the bathroom door, with a smile on her face, her cunt dripping cum into her panties and trousers.

�That� was fucking hot, Philip.�

�Yeah�� he replies, already a ton of bad feelings going through his mind.

Ilene.

She doesn�t deserve this.

Philip covers his face with his hands, and, unnoticed by Ruth, two small tears run from his eyes.

 

//Chapter 4

�What??� Philip, startled, asks. �Are you fucking kidding me?�

�I knew it was too good to be true,� Daniel says. �Hangover and bad news all together, what a great Friday afternoon!�

�It�s NOT my fucking fault! She said the client wanted these changes before giving the go ahead!� Ruth exclaims, probably as much upset as everyone else in the room.

A tense silence hovers in the meeting room. Philip has his hands in his head, trying to cope with the fact that he has a huge load of work for this weekend to deliver what Agatha obstinately demanded in her morning meeting with Ruth.

�What a fucking bitch,� he says, exhausted. �I mean, it�s not even the client�s fault; she delivers us on a silver platter to them. What is this shit? Is she even getting more money from them for the extra work? Are we getting paid for the fucking extra hours?�

�C�MON, Philip!!� Daniel shouts! �Of course not! These fucking bastards don�t care SHIT about YOU, about RUTH, about ME, about anyone other than themselves! Not even about the fucking COMPANY. They just want to look good by getting a shitload of projects!�

�Daniel, this is out of my control. What do you want me to say? I fucking tried to tell her it was impossible and completely out of hand having the team do this over the weekend!�

�Ruth, it�s not YOUR fucking fault! I�ve been in this company long enough to know how this �elite� of stuck-up assholes works.� Daniel pauses, and closes his laptop. �Monday, I�m signing my resignation letter; I don�t need this shit. I�ll help Philip and everyone else over the weekend, but after that, I�m fucking gone from this shithole of a company.�

Daniel leaves the meeting room, along with the other colleagues, leaving Philip and Ruth sitting next to each other, silent before the tension that built up in the room.

�Well� The hell with it, Philip,� Ruth says, as she begins to pack her laptop and notes in her case. �We�ll get this shit over in the weekend. C�mon, a bit more of patience� And hey, at least we had some fun yesterday.�

Philip doesn�t even look at Ruth as a sad, awful feeling of guilt crashes into him.

Since he got home yesterday and found Ilene sleeping in the bed, he�s hardly uttered a word to her. Even during their morning nine blocks walk to the company, he barely said a word, let alone looked directly into her eyes.

Philip feels irremediably devastated.

�Ruth� We�ll talk on Monday, OK?�

And with that, Philip leaves the room.

Saturday morning, and Philip is typing code in his laptop, sitting in his old couch in the cold, faintly-lit living room of his rented old apartment. Tiredness and frustration weigh on him; each line of code he does more painful than the last one.

Ilene walks out of the kitchen, in a warm, worn-out grey pullover and panties, wearing nothing to protect her legs from the creeping coldness. All of the few other pants she has are drying out.

�Here, I brought you some hot chocolate,� she smiles.

�Thanks�� he smiles back. �You�re very sweet.�

�Are you all right? That project is killing you, isn�t it?� she asks, sitting next to Philip and opening up her beer. �I�m here with you, babe, to keep you company.�

Philip can�t help but feel even worse with Ilene�s sympathy. How could he be such a son of a bitch and cheat on her? What he did with Ruth feels like the worst thing he has ever done in his life.

And it was.

�And maybe� You can fuck me, if you want��

A long pause staring to his laptop, and then he looks to Ilene. That�s not something she would usually say to him. He actually never heard her say the word �fuck,� much less what she just said.

Ilene could seem melancholic and depressed most of the time, but, in her own way, she cares, and loves him. He can see it in her dark eyes, staring at him, showing concern and timidly awaiting for an answer to her offer.

�Thanks, babe� I�m� I�m just not in the mood� Okay? I have to finish this stuff��

�All right. I�ll watch some TV next to you, if you don�t mind��

Any other time, his penis would already be engorging with the sight of her naked legs and of those worn white panties. Let alone with Ilene asking him to fuck her.

But not today. He couldn�t be feeling any worse.

Philip promises himself that he�ll never descend again into such stupidity. He�s got everything he wants with Ilene. They can be happy in their own way; they can live forever together. They can get the money they need to help Ilene�s mother, and eventually have enough money to move to a better place, where they aren�t trembling with the freezing air creeping into their bones all the time.

Leaving the fucking company crosses his mind each time he presses his keyboard, but most of the CV�s he�s been sending out haven�t been paying off like he would like. Probably because he is an immigrant, like Ilene.

Thoughts of his dreadful past cross his mind as he thinks about the future.

Philip is from Macedonia, and Ilene from Greece. Driven by the economic crisis, their families went to Vienna ten years or so ago, in hopes of getting more money for themselves. Philip�s parents died in a stupid, pointless car crash just after his graduation, and Ilene�s dad left Ilene�s mother after her back illness, never again to be seen.

So, getting a new job is very difficult because immigrants aren�t seen with good eyes in Vienna, and, to support their home and help Ilene out, he can�t afford not getting paid for a month.

Some sort of small glitter of happiness punches through his mind as he looks again to Ilene, who�s drinking her beer, quietly staring at the TV. She�s been the best thing that happened in his miserable life. Philip leans over and kisses her on her pale cheek with her almost invisible freckles.

�I love you.�

Ilene looks at him, and smiles, �I love you too, babe. You haven�t touched your hot chocolate; do you want a beer, too?�

 

 

//Chapter 5

�So, this is it,� Philip says, his slow-paced words stressing his mental exhaustion. He looks to Ruth, who�s sitting next to the company Associates who came to watch his painstaking three-hour presentation, and some sort of relief comes through with her smiling at him.

�Very well, Philip. This is all we needed to get this going,� Agatha says, sternly looking at her laptop, not even bothering to look at him. Her arrogance and disdain for him don�t seem to match her white floral dress. All about her � her looks, her mannerism, her everything � has really gotten on Philip�s nerves since the beginning of the meeting. �Now that you have this finally done, we need to have the Transports Ministry portal demos done for this Friday. Get the team working on it. Thank you.�

Philip and his three other colleagues feel like a train just hit them.

�Excuse me?� he asks.

Agatha and the Associates look at Philip, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

�Are you guys serious?� his voice climbing in tone, and his body language following suit. �Me and the other guys have been through Hell all of last week, and now you want us to do overtime? AGAIN! That�s UNBELIEVABLE!�

�Easy, Philip, what�s the matter?� Darien asks, the most senior Associate in the meeting room.

�What�s the matter? Daniel is gone! And you keep pushing us to the LIMIT! What the FUCK do you think is the matter?�

�WATCH your tone, boy! That�s no way of addressing us!� Mariah, a company Associate sitting next to Agatha, warns.

�Please, please calm down everyone!� Ruth nervously intervenes. �Philip and the team are very worn out, and we should give them a rest! This was way too much work for them!�

�THANK YOU, Ruth! But AGATHA there has been kicking us with no kind of respect for our work. Daniel quits the company, and everyone is all good and dandy while me and my colleagues here don�t have any life besides her FUCKING PROJECTS!�

�Philip� You are getting out of line here,� Darien says.

�I�m sorry, I thought I was just telling the TRUTH here! I bet she doesn�t even tell you how the FUCK she gets this shit done in a FUCKING WE..�

�Is this boy serious?� Mariah contemptuously interrupts. �Agatha, how long have you been dealing with this kid?�

He looks at Mariah, the brunette with long straight hair sitting next to the other bitch in the room, and his anger starts building towards her as well. The grin on her face, the insult� Calling him a �kid�? Who the fuck does this fucking whore think she is?

�Very well, this is going to stop,� Darien abruptly intervenes, his tone chilling the entire room. �Philip, Ruth, and all the other programmers, please exit the room.�

Philip is about to protest when Ruth grabs his arm and forcibly pulls him out of the meeting room. The programmers follow them both, their heads down and their mouths shut.

Twenty minutes later, Philip and Ruth meet in the hall for a coffee.

�Damn, Ruth. I� I just blew up back there��

�Easy. You are right, they can�t overload everybody with work like this. They�re probably talking with Agatha about what is going on with these projects. I bet more of the programmers are going to leave as well, and they can�t just ignore that!�

�Jesus, I can�t take this shit anymore� But what fucking choice do I have?�

�Well� Have you been looking out?�

�Yeah� Over and over� Hey, who the fuck does that Mariah think she is? She�s even more� more stupid than Agatha!�

�Yeah, she�s the Marketing Director and also company Associate. She�s about Agatha�s age, maybe a bit less, thirty nine years old or so��

�By her fancy clothing and the ridiculous amount of jewelry, I thought she would be something useless like that.�

�Yes, well, those two bitches are like best friends. I even heard one time Agatha�s kids call her aunty, here in the corridors.�

Philip and Ruth both look to the hall door as Darien�s secretary walks towards them. �Philip, please get back to the meeting room. Alone, please.�

Philip looks nervously to Ruth, and heads to the damned meeting room.

Stepping into the room, he finds Agatha, Mariah and Darien, now looking directly at him. For some reason, only Mariah seems somehow entertained, with a stupid smile on her face.

�This is not a kindergarten,� Agatha says, the words coming from her mouth matching the annoyance in her eyes. �We will let you run a team of programmers as you see fit, but I want you to deliver what we pay you for.�

�What? You can�t��

�Philip, please refrain yourself,� Darien interrupts.

�But this is WRONG! She can�t��

�PHILIP! We are handing you responsibility for a team! And this is enough!� Darien once again intervenes.

�Ha ha ha ha,� Mariah mockingly laughs. �This is too funny. Now we have to lecture these kids!�

Philip feels his head turning red with anger and humiliation.

�Philip,� Darien says, while looking with disdain at Mariah. �Get this done. Please leave the room, this meeting is over.�

Philip turns, barely containing himself, wanting to get the hell out of that room as soon as possible, to explode elsewhere.

�Wait,� he hears from Agatha. �Stop by my office at 8PM. Now leave, before I say everything I have to say to you in front of my Associates.�

�Agatha��

�NO, Darien. This�. KID, like Mariah says, thinks he can get away without any sort of a reprimand after his little show today in front of everyone? I don�t think so! And YOU, I already told you to LEAVE!�

Philip�s anger and humiliation are boiling so much that he furiously leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out.

What the fuck has just happened? How did this come to this point? Thoughts race in his mind, like his job, Ilene, Ilene�s mother, money, everything.

Philip sits in his desk, his head in his hands.

�Hey� Did the presentation go wrong?� Ilene asks from the opposite desk.

He looks into her sad, questioning eyes, not knowing what to say. They humiliated him, they treated him like a child, and they were fucking his life, again and again. And he doesn�t know what to do, but to work and get shit done.

That�s it, he thinks to himself. He�ll do the work. He�ll continue to search for jobs. Better days will come. As long as he has Ilene and a roof above his head, this shit isn�t anything. He has to keep thinking like this or he�ll explode.

�Everything�s all right. I�ll work it through� I have one last meeting today, and then we can go home.�

Ilene stares at him for a while, unconvinced, but returns to whatever work she has in her laptop. The veil of blankness and emotional detachment immerses her once again.

And that�s for the better, Philip thinks. She doesn�t need to bear this shit as well.

****

It�s 8PM.

The coldness and darkness lurking outside slowly but surely begin to seep into the building as Philip walks to Agatha�s office at 8PM, as she demanded.

He�s furious.

The bitch made him stay in the company until this late, and not only him, but also Ilene, who�s waiting at her desk, already with a load of tiredness showing up in her face. Added to that, he�s freezing, because the heat has been turned off since 6PM, and no building can keep outside the coldness from this dreadful winter.

Trying somehow to contain his irritation, he knocks on the door and enters, finding Agatha sitting at her desk, with her son and daughter standing there.

�Lea, go ahead and take Theodore to aunty�s car, I�ll come down in a few minutes.�

Her daughter, a 16 or so year-old slim blonde girl, smiles at him, giggles, and grabs her brother�s hand, a brown-haired kid who looks about fourteen years old.

�Come on, Theo, mommy has some business with this boy!� Lea says. Something about that girl�s giggle and the way she referred to him as �boy� annoyed Philip even more, but they finally walk away and close the door behind them.

Agatha stands up from her desk, and, seemingly aloof to the coldness in her meager white floral dress, she walks towards him, and stops inches away from him.

Without a warning, she slaps his face, hard.

�WHAT THE FU��

�SHUT UP!� she yells. �You will SHUT UP, unless you want to fucking LOSE your job! Is that what you want, you piece of shit? You think you can talk to me however the FUCK you WANT? And in FRONT OF MY ASSOCIATES?�

Philip is incredulous. The burn in his cheek and the way she�s treating him almost make him lose his temper and punch the fucking bitch to the floor.

But a sudden thought renders him motionless. The thought of losing his job, the money, Ilene, everything.

�I� I��

�I SAID, SHUT the FUCK UP!� Agatha yells again, her voice stabbing into his ears like daggers. �Take your pants down, NOW!�

Philip stands there, completely taken by surprise, in disbelief.

�What?�

Agatha immediately slaps his face, again, with even more strength.

�If you question me one more time, you PIECE OF SHIT, you can say goodbye to your pitiful job,� she says. �You and your pathetic girlfriend. Now, take your pants down.�

His face is burning. Shame and humiliation fill his innermost self, as he looks into those dreadful eyes from Agatha.

And Ilene. She dragged Ilene into this.

With Agatha�s words echoing in his mind, he slowly takes his jeans down, leaving them on top of his feet, and looks to Agatha, confused, scared, angered.

�All of it, you fucking wimp.�

Her words rip him apart. He can�t believe what�s happening. His nervousness overcomes him and he can�t stop his hands from trembling.

Already more uncomfortable than he has ever been in his life, he nervously lowers his boxers on top of his jeans around his feet, and this time, he can�t even look into her eyes. He feels like a child, not like a 24-year-old adult. A child exposed to a 41-year-old woman.

Stepping even closer to him, Agatha grabs his cold penis.

Philip shudders, her hand uncaring and chilling. She grabs his penis and harshly plays with it, while looking at him with utter disdain and disgust. Philip stands still, dreadfully motionless in shock and humiliation in front of the older woman.

�You are pathetic,� she says. Her words are as harsh as her hand on his penis. In his trembling helplessness and humiliation, his eyes begin to water as Agatha feels his penis at her will, with her eyes looking at him with unbearable scorn and loathing.

The coldness of the air, the coldness of her hand, and the coldness of her eyes piercing him bring tears to his cheeks, in despair, in hopelessness, with thoughts of losing everything if he angers her more. He never felt this helpless; he never felt this low.

And, in midst of his degradation, he feels his penis engorging.

The feeling of total humiliation completely engulfs his mind.

With each time Agatha�s hand uncaringly feels and touches his penis, shame and degradation engulf him more and more, plunging him into irrational misery and despair.

��You are SO pathetic,� she says, her tone mocking him, and absolutely stripping him of whatever self-respect he has. �Sit on the fucking couch.�

And like that, she pushes him, so he abruptly sits on the large leather couch behind him, close to the wall.

Agatha puts her hands beneath her meager dress, and pushes her white panties to the floor. She steps forward and climbs on top of Philip, her legs resting on each side of Philip�s lap.

�If you care for your job, or your stupid girlfriend�s job, you won�t say a word.�

His heart spirals down into abandoned dread as she mentions Ilene again. Looking down, Agatha pulls up the front of her dress, and Philip sees her brown bush just above his semi-hard penis.

�Aaaaaaah,� she moans, lowering herself onto Philip�s penis.

The tight cunt of the 41-year-old makes his penis immediately engorge. The overwhelming sensation of his penis in her cunt rips through the sadness and shamefulness in his mind, and he can�t help but feel blood rush violently through his penis, making pre-cum liquids run out of his dick.

Agatha grabs him by his neck with both hands, letting go her dress, covering her cunt and his penis.

�Ooooh, you piece of shit, you fucking piece of shit,� she moans, moving her ass up and down, pleasuring herself on top of Philip�s hard cock.

Philip�s tears run through his cheeks, down into his neck, while Agatha treats him like an object, like someone without will, like a child she has total power over.

The sensation in his penis overcomes him; with each time the tanned brunette presses herself down on his dick he feels his cum wanting to cum out, an unbelievable feeling after just minutes with her on top of him.

Without warning, with Agatha uncaringly pleasuring herself on top of him, the thought of Ilene outside at her desk comes into the midst of his filthy degradation. More and more tears blur his vision, his mind now well beyond confusion, sadness and misery.

Agatha breathes hard and tightens her grip on his neck, her eyes closed, her ass moving up and down beneath her skimpy dress, her cunt already dripping juices all over Philip�s pubic hairs.

�Ooooh shit� Yes, you fucking wimp� If you cum�. Aaaah� Fuck� If you cum� I�ll fire you� Fuck yeess� And your pathetic girl as well�. AAaaah� Got it? You fucking wimp��

Her words bend him completely. He feels filthy, humiliated, violated, and the tears blurring his vision are the only thing that helps his mind escape what�s happening to him.

She breathes hard. His penis is on the brink of cumming, but her words, at the same time, have brought him so low.

�Fuck� yes�� she moans, moving her ass up and down, faster and faster, making his penis penetrate her so very tight cunt faster and faster, liquids running down from her cunt, down his cock and into his pubic hairs and tummy. Philip is trembling, despair mixed with the ravishing sensations, trying to stop himself from coming in her cunt, but each time she lowers herself in his dick, her tightness drives him to madness, to the brink of losing control.

His vision becomes blurred flashes, catching glimpses of her long, straight brown hair with blonde nuances, glimpses of her shoulders, glimpses of her cleavage, her breasts beneath her revealing floral dress. His penis is throbbing with despair; his mind is trying to hold him from cumming into the cunt of the 41-year-old woman on top of him, pleasuring herself at will, while painfully carving her nails in his neck.

�HHhhmmmmmmm,� she moans. Agatha moans as she cums, and he feels his penis even more tight in her cunt. Philip�s mind is almost oblivious to his surroundings now, trying to control himself as she shivers on top of his penis, orgasming hard with his penis deep in her cunt.

�Hhhmmmm� You piece of shit,� she whispers. Philip is frantically trying to calm himself down, when he realizes something warm is pouring on top of his dick and belly.

Opening his eyes, he finds Agatha�s dreadful gaze, and hears what seems� She�s pissing on him. She�s standing on top of him, with his penis still in her cunt, and she�s pissing on top of him.

More and more tears gush from his eyes, as his mind can�t cope with the humiliation, with this total degradation and hopelessness. She continues looking at him, while she decadently pisses on him, her urine wetting his dick, his pubic hairs, his tummy, and even down his legs, to his pants.

She stays there for what seems an eternity, with his penis, now soft, still inside her cunt.

Finally, she stops. She slowly gets up, and heads to her desk. �Get out.�

Philip can�t seem to utter a word, or move. He lays there for a moment, in shock, all wet with her urine, his face covered in tears, as she walks to her desk, as if nothing happened there.

Somehow, in his shocked, confused and shamed state, he manages to pull his wet boxers and jeans up, and leaves Agatha�s office, without looking back.

He locks himself in the bathroom. He tries to stop crying, but his wet pants, the urine over himself and his pants continue to make him tremble uncontrollably. What has just happened? How can someone do this to him? And he is wet, all wet with her urine. What will he tell Irene? How will he look at her?

He has to think of something. He accidently spilled water on top of himself? That�s it. His hands are still trembling; he can�t think of anything else.

After a half-hour locked in the bathroom, Philip drags himself to his desk, and looks to Ilene.

�Let�s go home.�

 

//Chapter 6

Friday.

Philip doesn�t know how he did it, but it is done.

The week has gone by agonizingly, with blank nights and exhausting days grinding Philip�s mind and body like never before in his life.

But it is done.

�Philip? Are you all right?� Ruth asks Philip, who�s sitting at his desk.

Philip�s tiredness is such that he feels it is hard to even speak words in a coherent way. �I�m fine, Ruth,� I�m fine��

�You look like shit��

�He�s been working all day and night�� Ilene says, from across his desk.

Images of Ruth, in the filthy bathroom at the bar, all of a sudden flash in his mind. His frail state of mind barely holds it together, with regret and sadness overwhelming him as Ilene and Ruth talk next to him.

�I� The Transport Ministry webpage demos are being uploaded as we speak,� Philip utters.

�That�s GREAT news, Philip! That�s really great! Good job!� Ruth exclaims, clearly excited with Philip�s update on the project.

�Thanks� Please share that compliment with the other guys as well��

�You got it! Wow, you guys are great, I never doubted you! This will make quite an impression on the rest of the company, believe me!� Ruth continues, her joyfulness almost breaking through the fogginess of his mind. �I�ll tell Agatha to review it and I�ll give you feedback as soon as possible, OK? GREAT job Philip!�

Almost.

As Ruth walks away, flashes of the disgusting, nauseating moments in Agatha�s office rip, uninvited, through his mind.

All week, during work, during lunch, dinner, during his sleep, he was haunted by thoughts of the older woman on top of him, humiliating and abusing him. Urinating on him.

Ruth in the filthy bathroom; Agatha; working day and night; the coldness in his body; the weariness.

Philip leans his head on his hands, as if to help him shut away those thoughts and feelings. He looks at Ilene.

He barely said a word to her all week, and she�s been so sweet and nice to him, always trying to help and comfort him.

He has to make it up to her, and shake off all of the shit from his head. He�s done his work; he put up with that� disgusting bitch� And now, he has to move forward.

�Ilene� Are you up for a movie after work?� he asks, trying his best to bring his tone to �normal�, shaking off the weariness.

�I�m in!� she smiles. �And, a couple of beers to celebrate your project delivery, yes?�

�Sure� You may have to carry me; I�m not sure I can handle drinking one beer.�

****

4AM in the morning, and Philip and Ilene walk the wintery streets of Vienna, back to their home.

The few beers Philip drank at the After Eight bar brought him some welcoming numbness, but now he feels he didn�t drink enough of them to cope with the terrible coldness on their way back.

Ilene�s hand trembles with the coldness, as she smokes her third cigarette since they left the bar. At least, that must be warming her up in some way, he thinks.

They finally get to their poor neighborhood, and, although the old, faulty streetlamps don�t manage to properly illuminate their way, Philip somehow catches a glimpse of their building through the relentless cold night.

He also notices a big Mercedes-Benz parked next to their building.

�Someone is lost, that�s pretty uncommon here�� he tells Ilene, pointing to the car.

�Yeah� Or not�� Ilene replies, looking to a well-dressed guy down the street, next to a group of scantily dressed girls.

Hookers.

Philip hates this place. He feels miserable having to walk everyday to this shithole. His heart sinks even more when he looks at Ilene. Each time they walk back to their poor, grim home in this god-forsaken part of the city, he can see the sadness and melancholy taking hold of Ilene like at no other time during the day.

Walking to the building�s front door, Philip reaches for his keys, as quick as he can, to get him and Ilene out of the miserable coldness. He just can�t wait to lie in the bed, next to Ilene, and sleep some 20 fucking hours.

�Hey, isn�t that� Mariah, an Associate from the company?� Ilene asks.

Philip�s heart almost stops.

He looks back, and Mariah, wearing a big, white winter coat, is closing the Mercedes-Benz door behind her.

Almost instantly, from the driver�s seat, Agatha is also walking out.

Fear, mixed with hate, gets a hold on Philip, freezing him where he stands.

�Hi guys!� Mariah exclaims. In the midst of the avalanche of his uncontrolled feelings, he can�t help but notice her usual stupid smile. �We�re SO sorry to drop by at these preposterous hours!�

�Hello Philip, and Ilene.� Agatha says, while walking towards them. Her tone, her severe voice, is an opposite contrast with the mocking and playful tone of Mariah. �You didn�t answer your cell phone.�

�I�� Philip mutters. He clumsily searches for his cell phone in his pockets, and looks at it. �It�s� in silence mode� I went to see a movie and forgot to turn it up again. What�s� What�s the matter?�

Philip hopes the dread he�s feeling isn�t showing. He hopes they can�t hear his heart beating uncontrollably.

�We waited here for hours,� Agatha says. �But nonetheless, we came here to personally congratulate you.�

�Yes! You managed to do it! Who would�ve guessed? Hahahaha!� Mariah laughs.

�I� Well� Thank you�� Philip says, in a plain confused state. He looks at Ilene, and she looks back, as if she�s as much confused as Philip.

�We have just a few modifications here, a change or two to the names of the different sections, and we�re done,� Agatha says.

Philip stares at Agatha for a moment. The severe expression on her face, her unpleasant voice, her breath in the freezing night, her expensive black cloth winter coat from Gucci over some sort of another floral dress, her exposed legs in this chilling coldness, her blue Prada high heels� Everything in her alarms Philip and makes his heart race with fear.

�But� Now?� he asks.

Agatha stares at him for a few seconds. He regrets asking that already.

�I have a brunch tomorrow with a Secretary from the Transports Ministry. I�m sure you understand that,� she replies.

Philip looks at Ilene, confused, nervous, not knowing what to do. She shrugs her shoulders in an almost imperceptible way.

�It�s a quick thing, kids! We�ll be out in 10 minutes or less!� Mariah playfully says.

Philip fucking hates every time this bitch calls him a �kid�. He�s tired, he�s numb from the beers, he�s freezing and his head just can�t think straight. �OK� Let�s get this through� It�s just buttons� names� Right?�

�Yes, it�s just buttons� names� Agatha says, her every word screaming impatience and annoyance.

�All right� Let�s go up, and I�ll do those changes in my personal laptop�� Philip says, pointing to his building.

Reaching the faintly lit hallway of the building, Agatha and Mariah suddenly stop.

�What�s� What�s the matter?� Philip asks.

�You don�t have an elevator??� Mariah asks. �Oh MY GOD! What floor do you live on??�

�Fourth floor�� he replies.

�Are you serious? We have to climb all those stairs in these high heels? Hahahahahaha!!� she laughs. �Hey, no wonder Ilene doesn�t wear these!! Hahaha!!�

Philip restrains his sudden urge to answer back to that bitch, and looks at Ilene to see if she�s hurt by that stupid remark. Her eyes are looking down, to the floor, but she�s looking the same as always.

�Let�s just go and get this done,� he says, grabbing Ilene�s hand as they go up the stairs.

Philip closes the door as Agatha and Mariah enter their small living room.

�God, it�s colder in here than outside, isn�t it?� Mariah asks, looking around her.

Philip ignores Mariah�s scornful observation, sits at his dinner table and opens his laptop. �Please, show me what I have to change in the demo��

Agatha opens her purse and takes a few folded pages out, spreading them in the dinner table, right next to Philip�s laptop. �Here they are.�

�Do you want something to drink? Some� Beer� Or hot chocolate?� Ilene nervously asks, next to the two older women in high heels.

�We�re fine, dear,� Mariah says, still looking around, as if mesmerized by the looks of Philip�s apartment.

Agatha leans next to Philip�s ear, puts her hand in his shoulder, and whispers: �Get rid of her, now. I don�t want her here while we are working.�

Philip is taken aback. He glances at Agatha�s eyes, and that dread he felt outside when he saw her getting out of the Mercedes, is back.

�Ilene� Do you mind if we work here alone? I want to get this done quickly� And this may take a bit of time�� he asks, his voice trembling, fearing that Ilene might realize that it was Agatha that asked him to say that.

�Oh� Sure, of course! I�m very sleepy already, so� I�m going to bed, OK?�

�Thanks, babe��

�Bye everyone��

�Bye bye, my dear!� Mariah exclaims.

While Philip types, trying to focus his weary mind on making the changes to the code, Agatha and Mariah sit in Philip�s couch, chatting about the latest rumors and intrigues in the company.

Mariah eventually gets bored talking about the company�s trivia, and starts bragging about her latest Versace purse, prompting Agatha to comment about Versace�s latest fashion show, one that she went to two months ago.

Philip feels himself deep in a surreal world. The freezing air in the room makes it even harder for him to cope with Agatha and Mariah, at his home, chatting away while he types away lines of code, right next to them.

�I�m tired of this low class dump,� Agatha says. �I�m going to prep our treat.�

Philip looks back, and sees her next to the living room�s old wooden sideboard, dropping carefully on top of it some� white powder? Drugs?

�What�? What is that?� he asks.

Agatha doesn�t say a word; she doesn�t even bother looking at him. She takes a credit card from her purse, and spreads the �powder� into small lines.

�God, he�s STUPID, huh?� Mariah mockingly says to Agatha. �That�s COCAINE, kid!�

After the last half-hour working, Philip doesn�t know what to think. They�re going to do drugs, in his living room.

�My dear, do you think someone who lives in a dump like this can afford this?� Agatha asks Mariah. �Don�t mind him. Get up and take a whiff.�

�Fuck yeah! It might even shake off a bit of this shitty coldness!� Mariah gets up from the couch, and, using the rolled bill that Agatha gives her, she snorts a line of cocaine. �Oh YEAH! Fuck! This is good shit!�

Philip watches as Mariah reaches for a mirror in her purse and checks if any trace of cocaine is left below her nostril.

�So, this PUSSY here, you used him, right?� Mariah asks Agatha. �This pathetic piece of shit?�

Philip�s heartbeat stops for a moment. Mariah knows.

�Yes. Philip, are you done with the modifications?� Agatha asks, her voice chilling his veins. His hands begin to tremble, uncontrollably. �I said, are you DONE?�

�I� I think so� Yes� It�s over�� he mutters, his words barely getting out of his throat.

�Ha ha ha ha ha!� Mariah laughs.

�Take off your pants and whatever you have beneath that, and sit in the couch,� Agatha orders Philip, her heartless voice ripping violently through all of Philip�s senses.

�What? No� I� No� Please�� he says, trembling, desperately wishing this is a nightmare, that he is in his bed after coming back from the After Eight bar, and is having the worst nightmare in his life. �I�ve done the modifications� Please� Just go.�

�Ha ha ha ha ha� Maria mockingly laughs. �He�s REALLY pathetic! Just make him do it already!�

Agatha walks next to Philip, and grabs him by his cheek bones with one hand. �If I have to tell you this ONE more time, you don�t have to go back on Monday. Do you UNDERSTAND?�

Exhausted, trembling, Philip gets up, and can�t help but feel his eyes water down.

�Oooooh look, the little boy is crying! Ha ha ha ha ha!� Mariah laughs, humiliating Philip more and more with each laugh.

Walking next to the couch, Philip nervously takes off his shoes, lowers his pants and boxers to the dirty old floor of his living room, and sits in the couch, naked from the waist down except for his socks.

Mariah walks next to him and looks down on him, with her stupid, annoying, egotistical smile. �You�re pathetic; you�re a fucking WIMP! My GOD, I can�t believe there are people like you!�

While she laughs, Mariah unzips her big white winter coat, but leaves it on, such is the coldness in the room. She unbuttons her white blouse beneath the coat, and, through the mist of tears in his eyes, Philip notices she doesn�t have anything else covering up her small breasts. Mariah is slim, not as slim as Ilene, but slim. Her abs are more toned than Ilene�s, she probably goes to the gym with Agatha.

�I�m going to whiff my line,� Agatha says.

�Sure, dear,� Mariah replies, while unbuttoning her wide-leg black pants, letting them fall to the floor. Without waiting, she lowers her lacy pants to the floor as well, revealing her dark brown bush between her thin legs.

None of that is the slightest attractive to Philip. He hates Mariah; he simply hates her with all of his strength. Despair and hopelessness loop in his mind, knowing that Ilene is sleeping in the bedroom.

�This piece of shit doesn�t have it up,� Mariah says, turning to Agatha.

Agatha snorts her line of cocaine, and walks to the couch, sitting next to Philip. �Wimp. He probably doesn�t even get it up with the piece of trash back there in the bedroom.�

Agatha spits on his penis, and Philip breathes deep, as he feels, once again, Agatha�s cold, uncaring hand, touching his penis at her will.

�Please... Please stop...�

�DON�T speak!� Agatha warns. Philip�s tears run incessantly from his eyes; he can�t control himself, or his thoughts; he feels totally mortified.

Agatha�s hand rubs and grabs his penis at her will, her rough movements bringing uncontrolled shocks of sensation through his glans. He can�t bear to look at Agatha while his penis engorges with each time her hand moves up and down.

�Oh Agatha, why thank you!� Mariah says. �That�s more than enough, my dear!�

Letting go of Philip�s half-hard penis, Agatha gets up, and goes again to the living room�s wooden sideboard, continuing to spread the cocaine into small lines.

�Actually,� Mariah says to Philip, �That�s a pretty pathetic dick you got there�.

Mariah steps forward, and quickly climbs on top of Philip, her naked legs resting on each side of Philip�s lap.

Without warning, Mariah lowers herself on Philip�s penis.

�AAAAhhhhh fuck!! Fuck YES!!� she moans, with his penis deep in her cunt.

�Please...� Philip mutters between tears. �Please... Not so loud...�

�Ha ha ha ha ha!� Mariah laughs. �Shut the fuck up!�

Grabbing the couch by each side of Philip�s head, Mariah moves her ass up and down, pleasuring herself on Philip�s penis. �Ooooh FUCK... Shut up you fucking WIMP.... Shut the fuck up and stay still there! HHHHmmmmmm...!�

Philip�s despair is coupled with the thought of Ilene in the bedroom hearing Mariah�s incessant moans.

At the same time, he feels Mariah�s cunt coming up and down on his penis, feeling her legs and ass slap against his own legs as she moves continuously to pleasure herself at will on top of him.

Philip tries to look away, to get out of this depravation, this filthiness, but anywhere he looks, he sees a nightmare; to his sides he sees Mariah�s arms and Agatha snorting cocaine; looking up he sees Mariah�s depravedly ecstatic face; right in front of him, her body, with her chest and belly exposed beneath her coat and blouse; and looking down, her legs incessantly moving up and down, her dark brown bush engulfing his penis, again and again.

�Oh my god... Oh my god, please stop...� Philip cries, feeling the waves of sensations going through his penis, already feeling liquids running uncontrollably from his dick.

�Don�t CUM, you piece of SHIT! Don�t you CUM!� Mariah groans, moving her ass up and down vigorously. �You just stay there, like a WHORE! HHHmmmmmm!! You hear me?? Shut the fuck up! Agatha... AAAAhhhhhhh!! Fuck... Can you come here, my dear? Your.... AAAaaaah fuck... Your finger... Hmmmmmm!! My dear?�

�No,� Agatha coldly replies.

�C�mon, my dear! Hmmmmmm!!� Mariah moans, glancing at Agatha while going up and down on Philip�s penis beneath her. �Just... AAAaaahh yes! Just this time, my dear! Hmmmmmmmmm!�

Agatha snorts another line, and apathetically walks next to Mariah. Leaning herself next to Mariah, Agatha seems to slide a hand behind Mariah.

�Just this once, you bitch,� Agatha says.

�Yes... FUCK... Yes, just this once! Do it, my dear!� Mariah moans, continuously pushing herself up and down on top of Philip�s penis.

Philip can�t see what Agatha�s doing, but Mariah�s eyes suddenly open in feverish ecstasy. �OOOOOOOOooohhh Fuuuuuuuckk!!! FUuuucckkkk�.

Mariah stops moving her legs, and, while Agatha looks at her with her usual heartless look, Mariah�s mouth is wide open in complete delight.

�FUUUUUUCKKK.... FUUUCKK!! SHIT!� she yells and moans on top of Philip, his penis deep in her cunt and her ass seemingly pushed back and forward from behind.

Between the ravishing feeling in his penis, his tears, his exhaustion, his everything, Philip realizes Agatha is pushing her finger in Mariah�s ass.

Mariah again begins to move herself up and down on his penis, and again the rippling sensation makes him want to cum like it�s the last thing he wants to do in this life. While Mariah relentlessly pleasures herself on top of him, he can feel her body leaning more and more to him, her breath closer and closer to his face, with each time Agatha slowly pushes her finger in Mariah�s anus, in and out, again and again.

��Yes! YES! Yeesss!! I�m CUMMING! FUCK!� the 39-year-old woman moans, trembling on top of Philip, her eyes wide open, looking down to her own dark brown bush. �FUCK!!... YES... FUCK...�

Mariah, after what seemed forever for Philip, finally lays still, breathing hard and trembling in delight on top of Philip.

Agatha, with a disgusted look on her face, takes her finger from Mariah�s anus, making her moan one last time, and stands up.

�All right, my dear...� Mariah says to Agatha, still catching her breath. �I�m getting out of this piece of trash... Do� Do your thing, too!�

Mariah gets up violently, and Philip�s penis suddenly is exposed to the freezing air of the living room. He realizes that his penis, his pubic hairs, his belly, his legs� Are covered in whatever came from Mariah�s cunt� Philip feels like a piece of toilet, like a piece of shit. He�s nauseated, he�s exhausted, he humiliated, he is� Miserable.

While Mariah rearranges her clothes, Agatha unbuttons her black winter coat, revealing a blue floral dress beneath it. Like Mariah, she leaves her coat on to cope with the freezing air of the room.

�Go ahead, my dear,� Mariah says to Agatha, while the 41-year-old woman pushes down her panties from beneath her dress. �You are SO hot! I bet that wimp will cum the moment you sit on top of him! Ha ha ha ha ha!�

�He better not,� Agatha says, while sitting on top of Philip. His penis disappears beneath her floral dress.

�Please, Agatha... Please... I can�t... I will come... Please!� Philip cries, like a helpless child, feeling Agatha�s cunt hairs already brushing against the tip of his cock.

�If you even think about it, you useless piece of shit, you know what will happen,� she warns. �And you don�t want anything to happen to your stupid, pathetic girlfriend back there, do you?�

More tears, more tears and he looks down in pure degradation and humiliation, his vision lost on her floral dress that goes down almost until her knees. He feels her naked legs firmly on each side of his lap, trapping him beneath her, like a child.

�HHHhhhhhmmmmmmm!� Philip moans, almost ejaculating himself, as Agatha lowers herself, making his penis penetrate her tight cunt.

�Sssssshhh,� she hushes, �stay still, you wimp.�

�Oh GOD, Agatha,� Mariah moans, excitedly looking at Agatha slowly moving herself up and down on top of Philip. �You look so HOT on top of that shit! Use that piece of shit, use him!�

Agatha looks to Philip with her pitiless eyes and, still moving herself up and down, grabs his cheekbones with one hand, and wipes her middle finger on each side of his face.

Philip nauseates instantly, realizing that was the finger she used in Mariah�s anus just moments ago.

�Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Do you like the smell of my asshole? Do you? Ha ha ha ha ha� Mariah laughs and mocks.

Agatha grabs the couch by each side of Philip�s head, and moves her legs and ass faster and faster on top of Philip, making him grind his teeth in despair, tears uncontrollably running down his face, all of his body trembling beneath Agatha�s incessantly motions.

�That�s it, my dear!� Mariah excitingly says, while snorting another line of cocaine. �That�s it! Move that ass up and down, use that piece of trash! Fuck! You look so hot Agatha, so HOT!�

�HHHHHHmmmmmmm�� Agatha moans, now with her eyes closed, while she moves her body up and down, completely indifferent to Philip�s tears and miserable look beneath her.

�What�s� What�s going on?� Ilene, baffled, stands next to the living room door, and asks.

Agatha stops.

Mariah looks at Ilene, and quickly walks next to her. �Hush, my dear!�

�What? What� What is going?? Philip??� Ilene trembles, tears already falling from her eyes, seeing Agatha sitting on top of Philip.

�I said, HUSH my dear!� Mariah says again, her sarcastic smile unsettling Ilene even more. �We�re done here!�

�Please�� Philip begs. �Please go��

Agatha slaps Philip, hard.

�Philip?? Philip??� Ilene yells in desperation, and tries to run to Philip, but Mariah grabs her from behind.

�Stay here, you piece of trash!� Mariah yells to Ilene.

�No! Let me go! Philip! Philip!� Ilene cries, her voice failing her between her tears.

Agatha grabs Philip by his cheeks, and looks at him, her eyes ravishing his soul.

He feels� He feels something running down from Agatha�s cunt. She�s urinating on him. Again.

�Stay still, or you�ll regret it,� she says, her voice stripping Philip of whatever will he once had. His mind is well beyond humiliation and despair. Ilene is watching Agatha on top of him. And, he is helpless. Miserably helpless.

He feels her urine going down on top of him. His belly, his pubic hairs, his legs. Even between her naked legs and himself, he feels her urine.

Ilene, watching Agatha on top of Philip, cries, uncontrollably, mumbling words� No, not words, sounds, while Mariah, with little effort, holds her in place, forcing her to watch the 41-year-old woman on top of her boyfriend.

Philip feels himself completely� raped� as Agatha arrogantly looks into his eyes and urinates on top of him, with his girlfriend watching.

An eternity goes through, when Agatha finally gets up from his no longer hard penis.

Agatha gets her panties from the floor, and pushes them up. She looks to Ilene, who�s crying, and crying, and steps next to her, grabbing her face with one hand.

�You won�t say A WORD about this,� Agatha says, her menacing look terrifying Ilene like nothing else in her life. �Let�s go, Mariah.�

�Goodbye, kids!� Mariah mockingly says, while closing the door behind her.

Ilene drops to her knees, looking in utter despair to Philip.

Philip covers his face with his hands.

//Chapter 7

Sunday morning.

Ilene is sitting in their small bed, dressed in her worn-out pajama, drinking cheap beer. The little bedside table is packed with empty beer bottles and ashes from cigarettes, and their bedroom is reeking with the smell that comes from them.

She looks bad. Ilene looks tired, miserable, very thin, even anorexic, and paler than ever.

Philip tried to explain to her what she saw two days ago; he tried to explain what Agatha and Mariah did to him. Why he had to do it. Why he had to be treated like a child, like an object, like something to be used and disposed at their will.

The more he explained, the more Ilene sunk into a deep, severe depression.

Philip himself can barely believe what he told her. He�s living in this surreal world, waiting for someone to wake him up from this nightmare.

Yesterday, he tried to clean their couch the best he could. He tried to clean it for almost two hours, but the disgusting odor from Agatha�s urine remains stubbornly there.

Ilene can�t bear the thought of sitting on that couch anymore. She can�t even have dinner in the living room.

She barely ate all weekend. And, she barely muttered a word.

�I hate her�� she finally says, her voice so very faint. �I hate them��

Philip remains speechless. He hates them, too. More than anything else in his life, and even more after what happened this Friday left Ilene like this.

�Philip� Please� Can�t we quit? I don�t want to go back to the company� I just don�t��

Philip sighs. �I don�t know, Ilene� We� We can�t afford leaving our jobs, right now� Your mother, our home� And, I can�t seem to find a job anywhere else� I�m sorry, I��

�Philip� Please� I can�t see them again, do you understand?� Ilene cries. �What I saw� What I was forced to see� That� WHORE, on top of you� And, you were crying� And� And that other� Fucking slut� She grabbed me� She made me watch Agatha on top of you� Please, Philip� Please��

Philip breathes deep. Every word from her makes him want to cry. No one should ever have to suffer like she�s suffering. And he can�t say anything to her that will help her. He can�t do anything to soothe what she had to see.

He�s lost. He never felt this lost.

�Ilene� Your mother� Everything� How will we� You know? I�m sorry� I don�t know what to do, too��

Ilene cries. Philip sits right next to her, and holds her tight in his arms, trying to comfort her with all the warmth and love he can.

�How can they do this to us, Philip� How can anyone do this? They are� Monsters��

Ilene loses herself in tears.

Monday comes quickly.

It�s almost 12PM, and Philip still couldn�t do anything. He turned on his laptop in the morning, and that�s it.

He can�t take his eyes from Ilene. She�s staring blankly at her laptop, with the deepest sadness he has ever seen on her.

�Ilene� I have to go to a team meeting, I think it won�t take long. We�ll go lunch somewhere, wherever you want, OK?� he says to her. He�s hoping that a lunch outside, in a restaurant full of other people, can help take her mind off the weekend.

�OK��

Philip is the last one to arrive at the meeting. The room has all of the programmers that worked with him on the Transports Ministry portal standing up and chatting, and, at the end of the room, sitting at the same table, Darien and Agatha.

She doesn�t seem to notice him. Hate is all that he can feel towards her. The sounds of his colleagues talking to each other seem to disappear, and some sort of blurriness takes over the room, leaving him and her alone.

Darien interrupts Philip�s focus.

�Gentlemen,� he says, smiling. �Thank you all for your presence. Agatha, the Associate responsible for the Transports Ministry project, has something to say.�

Agatha looks away from her laptop. Her sight runs through all of the programmers, and, finally, her cold gaze locks on Philip.

�First of all, good work to everyone,� she says, sounding dispassionate as ever. �You did your company�s name justice, and delivered a quality work, which impressed our client in a most positive way. The demonstration that I personally carried through was a success, and we already have in place new developments between the Transports Ministry and our company.�

�Believe me, everyone, this is the happiest I�ve seen Agatha!� Darien cheerfully says, bringing laughs from everyone.

Except from Agatha and Philip.

�As Agatha said,� Darien continues, �You�ve done a brilliant job. We�re aware of the effort each of you has done to make this happen, and so we want to thank you by giving you a day-off this Friday, next week�s Friday, and the last Friday of this month as well!�

Everyone begins to happily chatter in excitement, clearly happy to have three prolonged weekends as a reward for their hard work.

Philip himself can�t help but feel some happiness to have some well-deserved days to rest.

�So, once again, thanks for your dedication, gentlemen!� Darien says. �Please go ahead while we give a last word to Philip.�

Philip suddenly feels alerted and worried as everyone leaves, chatting about their newly given �holidays�.

He tries to read Darien and Agatha. Their expressions couldn�t be any more different. Darien is noticeably happy, smiling and looking very personable, while Agatha still seems like she belongs to the coldness that permanently punishes Vienna.

�So, Philip,� Darien says, with an obvious look of joy and pride on his face, �we know how hard you worked, how difficult it was to keep everyone together to get this through. We couldn�t be happier with the results! So, as our personal way to thank you, the other Associates and I have decided to give you an extra salary deposited to you, right this day. What do you say, Philip?�

Philip is speechless for a few moments. �I� That�s amazing! Thank you very much!�

�Not only that,� Darien continues, �we know you and Ilene are together, so we�ve deposited to her account as well an extra salary! After putting so much of your personal time in this project, you most certainly deserve to spend some quality time along with Ilene!�

�I� I� I can�t thank you enough!� Philip can�t believe what he�s hearing. Two extra salaries will make him and Ilene the most money-comfortable they�ve ever been in their lives.

�No, we thank you, Philip! We�d also like to discuss the possibility of turning yourself into a Project Manager, maintaining your role as a designer. You�ve conducted your colleagues in a way most Project Managers don�t do, so, it�s something we�d like you to consider. That would bring some advantageous salary benefits, of course.�

�I think I�m up to the task, Mr. Darien! This is amazing!�

�Very well, Philip! I�m so glad to hear that from you! This is a great opportunity for you. From now on, things will be even better!�

Darien stands up, walks next to Philip, and shakes his hand. �Keep up the good work, Philip, we�ll talk next week about your promotion. Congratulations!�

He leaves, and now Philip and Agatha are alone in the room.

Philip is feeling conflicted. Her presence is still dreadful and hateful to him, but all the good news Darien just said to him are the best of his life.

She stands up and elegantly, or perhaps arrogantly, walks next to Philip, her eyes not giving him any attention this time.

�I hope you�re satisfied,� she says. �If you, or your pathetic girlfriend, ever say a word about what happened, forget everything Darien said.�

And she leaves, finally.

Philip breathes in, taking in everything that just happened.

Philip tells everything to Ilene, during lunch, in a nearby restaurant packed with people from the various nearby companies.

Her mind finally seems to wander away from the degradation that happened during the weekend, Philip thinks.

�It�s� great news, isn�t it?� he asks.

�Yes� yes it is� I can�t believe it� Do you think it was� Agatha and Mariah, to keep us quiet?�

�I don�t know. I mean, I don�t think so. Darien seemed very enthusiastic, and the programmers were also given the days-off, so maybe the idea came from him.�

Ilene drinks her warm coffee, thoughtful, and smiling.

�You�re thinking about your mother, aren�t you?�

�Yes�� she says, smiling. �This is great� We could even visit her� Couldn�t we?�

�Of course we can!� Philip smiles. �We can do more than that! We�ll have a great weekend, Ilene!�

�Yeah? Really? That� That sounds great!�

�Yeah!�

Ilene smiles to Philip. She seems happy now.

Good things happen, it seems.

After walking a few blocks through the freezing weather of Vienna, Philip and Ilene are back in the office.

Sitting at his desk, Philip finally manages to open some e-mails and lose himself a bit in planning the next day�s work. Thoughts of his promotion also stir in his mind, in an exciting way.

�Hello!� Mariah says.

Philip is immediately distressed as he looks at Mariah standing next to him, with the small, skinny Theo, Agatha�s son, by her hand.

He glances at Ilene and she�s even more alarmed than himself, clearly panicking.

�What do you want?� Philip asks, abruptly.

�Now, now! That�s no manners! Isn�t it, Theo?�

�Yes!� Theo says, promptly agreeing with his �auntie�.

�What do you want?� Philip aggressively insists.

�Ha ha ha ha ha ha!� Mariah laughs. �Easy boy!, I just want to talk to� What�s her name? Ilene! I just want to talk to Ilene there, in the meeting room, for a few moments! That�s all!�

�What? Why?� he asks.

�Philip, are you forgetting who you�re talking to?� Mariah asks, her voice turning seriously dangerous.

Philip doesn�t know what to do. What the fuck does this bitch want to talk about with Ilene? His heart is racing, his mind in a turmoil.

�Ilene, please walk with me.� Mariah says, her voice now back to her joyful, sarcastic tone. �Philip, if you don�t mind, keep an eye on Theo, while I talk to Ilene in the meeting room.�

Mariah walks ahead to the meeting room.

Ilene looks to Philip, desperately. She�s panicking, shaking with fear.

�Ilene, I�m right here, and we�re in the company. She just wants to talk��

Ilene slowly gets up, and heads to the meeting room.

Philip�s nervousness is interrupted by Theo.

�Can I play in your computer?�

�I don�t have any games in it, it�s only for work.�

�I want to play in it!� Theo insists, raising his voice.

�Hey, I�m telling you, this computer doesn�t have any games! Look!� Philip says, annoyed by the 14-year-old child, and showing that he only has Photoshop open.

�I want to play in it!� Theo shouts.

His insisting, strident and irritating voice is drawing attention from everyone around the office, and Philip right now hasn�t any patience to deal with the fucking kid.

�Just play with it!� Philip gets up, fed up with Theo, and goes to his window, looking to the wintery streets of Vienna, setting his mind back on Ilene.

Theo shuts up and sits at Philip�s desk, messing around in his computer, probably playing with Photoshop, not having any clue what to do with it.

After some 10 minutes, Ilene comes back.

Philip looks at her, and much to his surprise, she doesn�t look that bad. She sits at her desk, and Philip walks next to her.

�And�?� Philip asks.

�I want to play another game! This is boring!� Theo complains.

�Not now, kid!� Philip warns.

�I want to��

�GO AWAY, KID!� Ilene screams.

Everyone in the office looks at them, and Theo is perplexed, staring at Ilene. Even Philip is baffled by Ilene�s angered reaction.

�Come along, Theo,� Mariah says, �We�re understood here, aren�t we, my dear?�

�Yes� Yes, we are�� Ilene replies back.

Mariah and Theo walk away, with the 14-year-old clearly annoyed, mumbling to his auntie.

�What� What happened, Ilene?�

�She just said to me what Agatha said to you, I think� She� She said to keep my mouth shut�� And everything will be all right.�

�That�s it?�

�Yes� She doesn�t want to have to deal with us �kids,� again� She annoys me, you know? I hate her� She�s always smiling like nothing happened� And now she gives us� �treats�� And just like that, we have to go on like nothing happened��

Philip feels Ilene�s anger withering away, giving place to sadness again.

�Ilene� At least it�s over� And we�ve got the extra salaries, the days-off, and I might be able to earn more��

Ilene looks down for a few moments. �Yeah� I think� I think you�re right. At least it�s over� Right?�

He looks into her eyes, and kisses her on her lips.

�It is.�

 

//Chapter 8

It is Thursday, and Philip can�t wait for 6PM.

Tomorrow is the first of the Fridays that have been given to him and Ilene, and he�s eager to clear his head along with her, maybe go and do some shopping and walk around the city.

Ilene�s spirit is surely more uplift since they got their bonus salaries. Philip knows that she�s not even close to letting go what she saw that weekend, but at least there are a few things that are going their way.

�Philip,� she says, �I�m going to the bathroom, and then we can go home. Or, do you have something more to do today?�

�No, not really. I�ve already prepared my conversation for next Monday regarding my promotion, so, we can leave when you�re ready,� he smiles. �I�ll wait for you outside the bathroom.�

After shutting down their laptops, Ilene and Philip head to the bathroom.

While he waits for Ilene, Philip leans against the wall and lets his mind wander to what he�ll do during the prolonged weekend.

Finally some rest. And, he just wants to spend all the time he has with Ilene, giving her all of his attention.

�Hi there,� Lea says.

Philip is surprised. He didn�t hear her coming. And next to the 19-year-old thin blond is her small brother, Theo, grabbing her hand.

�Hi,� he replies back. �Hi there, too, Theo.�

The boy doesn�t say anything, and looks suspiciously to Philip, as if something in him upsets him.

�So, I�ve heard you�re being promoted. Some of the programmers that I know told me that, so, congratulations!� Lea says, smiling at him.

Philip is surprised. He wasn�t aware that she knew people from the company. That shouldn�t surprise him, he now thinks, since Agatha has probably been bringing them along with her to the company for years.

�Yeah� Thanks!�

�Ah, and you worked with my mother on the project that made your promotion, didn�t you?�

Philip suddenly remembers he�s talking to the daughter of the hateful 41-year-old woman.

�Yes, yes, I did.�

�Well�, Lea twitches her nose, �more props to you, then!�

Philip is surprised. �Why do you say that?�

�C�mon!� Lea exclaims. �She�s a total bitch! If she�s half the pain as she is with me, you bet your ass you deserved that promotion!�

Philip smiles as Lea�s laughs. It�s weird, because somehow, he�s feeling empathy with this girl.

�Yes, she�s hard to work to� But, we managed to finish the project, so, in the end, it all went well,� he says, smiling.

�Ha ha ha, don�t let her get to you!� Lea smiles back. �Hey, the guys told me about this gathering on Monday night with a former colleague of yours. Daniel, right? You�re coming?�

Philip is surprised again by Lea�s acquaintance with his colleagues. He did in fact receive a message from Daniel to meet him in the After Eight bar to celebrate his newfound job. Ruth talked to him as well about it, but he hasn�t given it much thought.

�I don�t know, I didn�t think of it yet� I guess��

�C�mon! That�s a great bar and you�ll be with your buddies! I�ll be there too, so��

�All right, I guess, I�ll talk to Ilene and��

Suddenly, Ilene walks out of the bathroom, looking down, with her eyes watering down.

�Ilene? Ilene, what happened? What�s wrong?� Philip asks, worried to his bones.

�That� That whore was there��

�What? Who?�

�That bitch� That slut� Agatha��

Philip looks to Lea, and then back again to Ilene.

�Ilene� She�s Agatha�s daughter� I��

�It�s okay, Philip! I told you my mom upsets people. Are you all right, did she do something to you?� Lea asks. Lea�s concern for Ilene surprises Philip.

Ilene looks at Lea, as if regretting what she said. �I�m� I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to��

�She called mom a� a slut!� Theo yells.

�SHUT THE FUCK UP, THEO!� Lea yells back, scaring the kid to no end. �It�s okay, Ilene!�

�It�s� It�s nothing�, Ilene whispers. �I�m� I�m just not comfortable near her� I��

�I understand,� Philip whispers back. �Let�s go home. Lea, I�m sorry but we have to go.�

�Don�t worry about it, Philip. Hey, Ilene, she�s a total slut, I�m with you!�.

The three of them laugh for a second.

Philip says goodbye to Lea, hugs Ilene, and heads to the exit with her.

�Philip,� he hears.

Looking back, he sees Agatha next to the bathroom door.

Hate. He hates her.

�Yes?� he asks.

�Darien and I need to talk to you on Monday about the new developments on the Transports Ministry portal. You�re the new Project Manager, so during the morning we have to talk about it.�

Philip stares at her for a while. He just wants to punch her for making Ilene this miserable. But, he has to get out of there. Ilene�s trembling again.

�Very well, we�ll talk on Monday. Until next week,� he says, leaving the building with Ilene.

Outside, beneath a street light, Philip hugs Ilene, trying to warm her and trying to take Agatha from her mind.

�Are you all right? We�re out of there��

�Yeah� I�m sorry, Philip� I� I just lost control when I saw her� I��

�It�s all right, Ilene. We have to let this go. This weekend it will be just the two of us, and we�ll spend some money, enjoy the weekend, rest, and do whatever we want. We�re fine now. It�s over. OK? I love you��

Ilene looks down for a few moments, seemingly ignoring the relentless cold weather in the streets.

Finally, she looks at Philip.

�OK� It�s over� You�re right� I love you, too, Philip.�

 

//Chapter 9

Saturday afternoon.

Philip and Ilene are enjoying a nice, very tasteful lunch at a restaurant right next to Wien, Vienna�s large and beautiful river.

�I�m tired!� Ilene says. �All the shopping around this morning is really getting to me!�

�Yeah,� Philip smiles. �But it was worth it, huh?�

�Oh, yes it was! I bought so much stuff! I don�t remember ever buying so many clothes! Did you like the blue blouse I bought?�

Philip smiles and talks with Ilene about their shopping haul. They had a nice breakfast in a new trendy pastry, and after that they ran through Vienna�s stores all morning. He doesn�t remember the last time they were so happy. Seeing Ilene trying out and buying new clothes made him happier than he could believe he could be a week ago.

And now, they�re at this marvelous restaurant, next to the river, enjoying some Italian food along with a very nice red wine.

Even the weather outside doesn�t seem as bleak as it has been all winter. Philip can see some sunlight escaping the clouds in the sky, caressing and warming Ilene�s pale skin while she happily eats her pasta. He doesn�t remember ever seeing Ilene eating with so much pleasure and joy.

After their long, pleasant lunch, Ilene and Philip enjoy a nice coffee at the restaurant�s street caf�. He smiles, while Ilene dips the cookie that came along in the coffee.

�Tastes good?�

�Yeah, try it!� she smiles.

Indeed it does, he thinks.

Philip is feeling relaxed, so very relaxed. Ilene, families passing by, kids playing in the garden along the river, the sun on his face� He feels great. He doesn�t let his mind wander to anything else outside this moment.

After enjoying their coffees and cookies, Philip and Ilene walk along the river for a while, hugging each other, with their hands full with their shopping bags.

Philip can see Ilene is happy, and he feels marvelous just knowing that.

�Can we sit here a bit?� he asks.

�Sure!�

They sit in a nearby stone bench, facing the river.

Philip looks at Ilene, and he is mesmerized by how beautiful she is. During these last weeks, he almost forgot how attractive she is. She�s really beautiful. Her pale skin, her long, straight, black hair, her light freckles, her graceful skinniness, her dark eyes�

Philip kisses Ilene, slowly, on the lips.

Ilene kisses him back, and smiles at him.

�You are the most beautiful girl in the world, Ilene. I love you.�

Ilene�s eyes seem to water down with those words. This day couldn�t be any more perfect.

It�s late into the night.

Philip fervently kisses Ilene. She�s beneath him, lying in their old bed, naked, with her legs open.

He flexes his ass, his penis penetrating her hairy cunt, slowly. Their bodies couldn�t be any closer, with every inch of his body on top of her.

He feels her round, hot ass with his right hand, while with his left hand he caresses her long, straight hair. Her cunt is so very tight, tighter than he remembered. Each thrust into her tight cunt almost makes him want to cum.

Ilene moans quietly with each time Philip thrusts his dick into her cunt. She caresses his back, and feels his strong, muscular arms. She moans, and moans, while Philip makes love to her, while he pushes his penis into her cunt, over and over.

Philip feels his penis bursting, he wants to cum. He�s been fucking Ilene for only five minutes, and he already wants to cum.

�I�m cumming��

Ilene kisses him on the lips, completely surrendering herself to him.

�Hmmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmmm!� Philip takes his penis out of her cunt, and cums on top of her naked belly. He cums hard, ejaculating all over her skinny, naked body.

He hugs her again, his semen spreading between his body and Ilene�s.

�I love you,� she says.

�I love you, too.�

 

//Chapter 10

It�s Monday, late into the night, a few minutes away from midnight, and Philip is glad he made the decision to stay at home. After such enjoyable last few days, he isn�t in the mood to go out to the crowded and noisy After Eight bar, so two hours ago, he sent a message to Daniel excusing himself saying he�s feeling a bit sick.

Ilene doesn�t seem to have a problem with not going to Daniel�s newfound job celebration at the bar. Wearing her old pajamas with a warm, brown pullover on top of it, she�s busily ironing and folding the new clothes piled up on top of their dinner table.

Philip�s in his even older pajamas, lying in the couch, watching a tennis match final on the television. The coldness tonight feels like the the worst ever this winter, so he grudgingly tries to get himself up to get a blanket, and maybe bring Ilene and himself a cup of hot chocolate.

Someone knocks on the door.

Surprised, Ilene asks Philip, �Are we expecting someone?�

�No,� he replies. �It�s fucking late. Who the hell could it be?�

Philip gets himself up, and carefully opens the door. He�s shocked beyond belief.

�What the FUCK do YOU want?� he angrily asks.

�Easy there, kid!� Mariah says, smiling.

Philip is stunned. What the fuck is Mariah doing here? It�s unbelievable. He remains still for a few seconds, staring at her in disbelief. The posh 39-year-old looks as irritating and arrogant as ever, with her scornful smile stamped on her lips, wearing an expensive fur coat on top of a teal blouse, a fuchsia skirt and high heels. Doesn�t the fucking bitch feel the coldness in her legs?

�What� What are you doing here?� Ilene asks, standing next to Philip, visibly alarmed by Mariah�s presence at her doorstep.

�Relax, kids!� she says. �Believe it or not� I�m here to personally apologize� For what we did to you last week!�

Philip and Ilene remain incredulous, staring at Mariah.

�Are you serious? You have the� The NERVE to show up here, at these hours, late into the night, and tell us you are sorry? Are you SERIOUS?� Philip asks, angry and nervous at the same time.

�I know, I know� I just couldn�t sleep, you know? That fucking bitch, that HORRIBLE slut, Agatha, SHE�S the fucking psycho, not me! I� Look, can I get in? It�s fucking freezing in here! It�s probably not much any better in your� apartment, or whatever you call it, but it beats this horrendous hallway!� Mariah laughs.

Philip looks at her with all the hate within himself. But maybe, just maybe, Mariah can soothe what Ilene went through. Maybe she can explain why that sick bitch did this to them, and why it won�t happen again. He looks at Ilene. She can barely look at Mariah. She looks incredulous, hugging herself, fearful and nervous perhaps.

�C�mon guys! I just have to let this out of my head, and then I�ll get the fuck out of here! Do you think I wanted to come to this shithole, unless I had to?�

Philip ponders again. Fuck it, it might happen that what she says can really help them put all of this shit behind them.

�All right, come in, and fucking tell us what you want to say!� Philip says.

�Why, FINALLY, thank you, my dear!� Mariah smiles, and hurryingly walks inside their cold living room. �First of all, a little amendment for what we did. I have something here for Ilene, yes? Can you come near me, my dearest?�

Ilene stares at Philip, both of them completely puzzled by the 39-year-old woman in their old apartment.

Mariah opens her purse and frenetically searches for something amidst what seems a bunch of stuff inside the silvery luxury. Philip and Ilene stare at each other, not knowing what the fuck this bitch has in mind to offer Ilene. Ilene walks next to Mariah, and stares down at her purse, curiously trying to see what Mariah�s looking for.

Suddenly, Mariah takes a syringe out of her purse, forcibly grabs Ilene�s arm, and abruptly sticks the needle in her arm.

�AAAAAuutch! What! You! What!� Ilene screams and panics, with Mariah grabbing her arm by force, keeping the needle skewered in her arm, through her brown pullover and pajama.

Philip�s head seems to explode, his heart races as everything in his body tells him to knock the fuck out Mariah and take that needle from Ilene�s arm. Philip walks towards Mariah, ready to punch her unconscious, with all of his strength.

�Easy, kid!� Mariah warns. �Do you want anything to happen to your precious girl, here?�

Philip stops. His heart sinks, his eyes focus on Mariah�s thumb caressing the syringe�s plunger. Whatever might be in it suddenly terrifies Philip to no end.

�That�s right, kid! There�s enough heroin in here to make her spit herself to death!� Mariah laughs.

�What? No� No! Philip!� Ilene cries. She�s shaking, trembling with pure terror.

�Ilene� Stay calm� I��

�Shut the fuck up, you asshole! If you don�t want your piece of shit girlfriend to have a hopeless ambulance ride to the hospital, you�ll shut the FUCK UP!� Mariah warns, still playfully, but with a deadly undertone marking her every word with a tap of her thumb.

Philip himself can�t stop trembling. His despair freezes him, unable to find a way to help Ilene.

�And you, too, you pathetic shit,� Mariah says, looking at Ilene. �Now, take those cuffs from my purse, and throw them to your boyfriend there!�

�I� I� Philip?� Ilene cries uncontrollably, looking to Philip, expecting some kind of guidance, some kind of help.

�Do� Do as she says Ilene� Just� Stay calm��

Mariah slaps Ilene, hard, making her cry even more. Philip steps forward but stops, as Mariah looks at him, caressing the syringe�s plunger.

�I�ll tell you this only once more, you wimp. If you talk or whatsoever, I�ll plunge this shit right into her. And I don�t give a fuck, you know? Because, no one, I mean, NO one will care about a poor, pitiful, stupid junky girl dying in this fucking disgusting neighborhood. Now, throw him the fucking cuffs!�

Philip stays motionless. He has to, if he wants Ilene to stay all right. He can�t do anything, but stay motionless.

Ilene, with shaky hands, takes the cuffs from Mariah�s purse, and throws them over to Philip, who clumsily catches them.

�Now, take off your disgusting old pajama pants and whatever shitty rag you have beneath it, and sit in that couch, with your hands cuffed behind you,� the older woman says.

Philip looks at her, angry, but with tears already falling from his eyes.

�C�mon, you piece of shit! Hurry up!�

Philip reluctantly strips down his pajama pants and boxers, and fumbles the cold cuffs on his arms, behind his back. He sits in the old couch, naked from his waist down, with tears in his eyes, looking at Ilene.

Mariah smiles, and letting go of Ilene�s arm but keeping the needle in it, she takes her expensive cell phone from her purse.

�Yeah? C�mon up, my dear!�

A few moments go by, with Mariah blatantly looking at Philip, seemingly admiring his exposed genitals, her smile giving away her depravity.

And through the door that Philip didn�t remember to close, Agatha comes in, with Theo by her hand. Philip is completely shocked. He looks at Ilene, and she�s beyond petrified at this moment.

Agatha looks disgusted by what she sees. Her gray coat on top of her white floral dress accentuates her snobbish, arrogant expression.

�That�s her, mom!� Theo exclaims, angrily pointing at Ilene. �She yelled at me! And she called you names! That�s her!�

�I know, Theo,� Agatha replies. �I know she did. I�ll take care of her.�

Agatha steps next to Ilene, and slaps her hard in the face. �So I�m a whore, you piece of shit?�

Ilene stands still, with no reaction to Agatha�s hard slap, other than her tears from her eyes. Philip�s about to get up and react, but Agatha immediately looks at him. She walks next to him, towering over him while he�s seated in the couch.

�You move, she dies. You talk, she dies. Do you understand that, you pathetic wimp?�

Philip nods, crying.

�Put that girl behind me, on her knees,� Agatha says to Mariah.

�Oh, I like the way you�re talking!� Mariah says, the lilt in her voice showing how excited she is.

�Can I watch, mom? Can I? Yes?� Theo asks.

�Of course, my dear.� The 41-year-old woman says.

Philip watches as Mariah forces down Ilene on her knees, right behind Agatha. Theo takes his pants down, leaving them above his sneakers, and sits next to Philip, stroking his little penis. Philip�s mind is beyond shock and disbelief. The 14-year-old kid just dropped his pants and is stroking his dick, sitting in his couch right next to him, his arm rubbing on Philip�s own as he fondles his small penis.

Agatha takes off her large coat and throws it to the ground. Reaching beneath her meager white dress, the shapely older woman pushes down her panties, and climbs on top of Philip, with her legs on each side of Philip�s lap.

He can feel her breath hitting his face, through the cold air. He can feel her weight on top of him. His tears run endlessly down his face, with all the hate and despair he feels beneath this woman.

Spitting in her hand, Agatha uncaringly grabs Philip�s penis and starts fondling it, up and down. Philip can�t help but feel a rush of pleasure through his penis, hating each time the woman heartlessly fondles his dick with her wet, cold, uncaring hand. Her eyes penetrate his own, in total dominance, treating him like some object to be used at her will.

Every stroke of her cold hand seems to make him cry even more. Even the warmth of her naked legs against his own makes him realize even more her power over him.

�Look mom� it�s bigger than mine!� Theo says, staring at Philip�s already hard penis, with his own small penis hard as well. He seems annoyed by having a smaller penis than Philip.

Endless shame joins his despair, feeling his dick hard in Agatha�s cold, sticky hand. Theo looking at him makes it all feel even more sickening.

Agatha positions herself a few inches closer to Philip, grabs the couch by each side of Philip�s head, and lowers herself.

�HHmmmm,� she moans. Philip can feel her tight cunt engulf his penis beneath the white dress. He can feel her ass cheeks against his legs, as she pulls herself down on top of his penis.

Agatha commences to move her ass up and down, in a slow rhythm, making his penis penetrate her, again and again. Philip looks down, trying to look away from her relentless eyes, but all he sees is Agatha�s well-rounded breasts, with no bra, barely covered by her scanty dress, only a few inches from his face.

�Mariah,� Agatha says, between her moans, �Pull my dress, behind me, above my ass.�

�Oh my, of course, my dear!� Mariah replies.

Philip can somehow see Mariah pulling up the back of Agatha�s dress. He can see the depravation on Mariah�s face, as her pull on Agatha�s dress bares Agatha�s ass. Mariah shamelessly stares at the ass, her eyes consuming the 41-year-old woman�s ass. She licks her lips, visibly delighted by the look of Agatha�s naked behind on top of him.

�Is that stupid bitch watching?� Agatha asks.

�Oh yes, my dear,� Mariah says, clearly ecstatic, holding Ilene�s head while she�s on her knees behind Agatha. �I have her staring at your ass, with her nose right next to your delicious crack! She can see you up and down on her boyfriend�s dick! Ha ha ha ha ha!�

Philip can hear Ilene sobbing, crying. Looking up, he can see some sort of a smile on Agatha. Some sort of debauched and malefic smile. The rage and despair he feels almost overcomes the overwhelming feeling of the 41-year-old woman moving up and down on top of him, ravishing his penis. Almost.

Her cunt is so tight. He feels his penis bursting; he probably has already let some liquids escape inside her cunt. He feels her ass touching his legs, again and again, the warmth of her legs rubbing against his own making her presence so very undeniable. His mind can�t escape anywhere. He feels filthy, so very filthy, beneath Agatha�s body.

And Ilene. Ilene is watching this slut on top of him, with her face forced inches behind Agatha�s ass, right next to Agatha�s cunt. This is beyond humiliation. He can�t even imagine what Ilene�s feeling, how bad, how low she must be right now, pressed on her knees, forced to see Agatha�s ass, Agatha�s cunt, on top of him, moving up and down, again and again.

Theo, sitting right next to him, is puzzled, watching his mother move herself up and down on top of him, while stroking his own little penis.

�Mom? Can I do it? Can I do it?� Theo asks, his voice impatient and strident as ever.

�Hmmmm� Yes, you can, Theo. Hmmm� Mariah, take care of it,� Agatha replies, the moans in her voice denoting the pleasure she has each time she lowers herself on Philip�s penis.

�Oh, this will be good!� Mariah says. Immediately, she forcibly pulls Ilene up by her long, dark hair, and lies her down on the floor, on her back.

Philip can barely see what�s happening with Agatha moving herself on top of him, with her arms next to his head, but he realizes Mariah has grabbed Ilene�s arms above her head, and is holding her on the old living room floor.

Theo gets up and kneels behind Agatha.

�No! Stop!� Philip can hear Ilene in despair, and immediately he sees Mariah slapping hard her face.

�Hush! If you say another word, you�re dead! You hear me? Stay still, you piece of trash!� Mariah warns, again pulling both Ilene�s arms over her head.

Agatha�s moving up and down almost makes Philip lose control. The fit, elegant body of the older woman is driving Philip into madness. Her cunt is ravishing his penis, his mind, with waves and waves of unwanted pleasure, waves and waves of unwanted humiliation.

He�s disgusted by Agatha. He�s repulsed by her no end. He feels himself the lowest in his life for letting this filthy, depraved woman use him at her will. But, he tries to focus on what�s behind. He can see that Theo has thrown clothes to the side. Ilene�s pajama trousers and panties.

�AAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!� he hears Ilene cry. �Hmmmmmm� No� No� Please� No��

�AAaaaaaaaahhh!! She�s so tight!! Ooooohh, yes!!� Theo moans.

Agatha stops moving herself on top of Philip and looks behind. As she leans back and looks behind, Philip can now see Ilene.

Mariah�s holding her to the floor on her back, and Theo, naked from the waist down, with his pants around his feet, is between Ilene�s legs, flexing his ass, penetrating her, quickly and uncaringly, over and over. Philip�s heart seems to stop. The 14-year-old boy, completely on top of Ilene, flexes his ass, again and again, thrusting his penis into Ilene�s cunt. He can see the boy�s balls slapping into Ilene�s ass; he can see liquids from her cunt running down her ass cheeks, as the boy, who�s height is less than Ilene�s, fucks her, over and over.

�Ooooooohh, mom! Ooooooh! Is he watching, mom? Is he watching?� Theo asks, as he thrusts his penis into Ilene�s cunt, his body visibly shivering with each thrust into the older girl�s hairy cunt beneath him.

Agatha looks at Philip. He can�t take his eyes from Theo�s ass, flexing again and again, pushing his little penis into his girlfriend�s cunt again, and again.

�Yes, he is, Theo,� she says.

�Ha ha ha ha ha,� Mariah laughs. �That�s it, Theo! Keep fucking her good! That�s it! Stick your little dick hard into this piece of shit! Ha ha ha ha ha!�

Agatha grabs Philip�s face, and looks at him, deep into his eyes. �If you move, she dies, do you understand me?�

Philip can only nod, not feeling himself in this world anymore, watching the 14-year-old boy fucking Ilene.

Agatha grabs again the couch by each side of Philip�s head, and renews moving herself up and down on top of him. �How do you feel� Hmmmm.. Having my kid fucking your girlfriend, Philip? Does� Hmmmmm� Does it feel good?�

With Agatha�s slim body now leaning again so near to him, he can no longer see Theo fucking Ilene, but he can hear his moans, his quick and uncontrolled thrusts on top of her. And, he can hear Ilene�s worn-out cries from beneath him, crying and gasping each time the teenager between her legs forcibly penetrates her.

Agatha�s words strip Philip of all his willpower and pride. He is low, so very low.

�Hmmmmmmm, you pathetic wimp,� Agatha moans, her slow rhythm, her every movement demeaning him, degrading him. �Hmmmmmmm� Don�t� Hmmmmm� Don�t you dare cum, you piece of shit. Don�t you dare.�

Her words sound like a death warning to Philip. Or worse. Her words sound like something even worse can happen to Ilene.

Agatha breathes harder and harder. Slowly and incessantly, she pleasures herself on top of him. He can�t help but feel ecstatic waves of pleasure in his penis, each time she moves her body up and down, each time his penis penetrates her tight cunt. �Oooooohh!! Mom!!� he hears Theo scream. �I�m gonna cum! I�m gonna cum inside her! Ooooooohh!! Yes! Yes! Ooooooohh!!�

Agatha, with her eyes closed, doesn�t seem to care what Theo says, and continues moving her ass, up and down, making Philip grind his teeth in despair, painfully trying to stop himself from cumming into the cunt of the woman he loathes, with every fiber of his being. Knowing that Theo is cumming inside Ilene�s cunt, knowing that that hateful, odious kid, is on top of Ilene, knowing that he is ejaculating inside her, somehow stops Philip from cumming inside Agatha�s overwhelmingly tight cunt.

�Hmmmm�� Agatha moans, and stops. She finally ends her tortuous movements on top of him. She�s shivering on top of him, and her head is inches away from him, breathing hard, her ass resting on his lap. He can�t bear to look at her, while she rests, feeling all of her weight on top of him, her breath on his face, and her discomposed dress partially revealing her nipples. His penis is still hard inside her cunt, painfully on the brink of ejaculation, and she�s still on top of him, every second she�s there, debasing him more and more. He hopes she stops, he hopes for his life she doesn�t use him anymore, because if she does, if she moves a few more times, he can�t help but cum.

And, in the back of his mind, he remembers her warning. Something terrible might happen to them. What might happen to Ilene. And, he doesn�t want to. This is all wrong, all so very sickeningly and nauseatingly wrong.

Theo sits next to him, again, staring at his mother like nothing happened. Philip just wants to kill this childish, sick kid. He truly wants to kill Theo. But he can�t, not with Ilene like this.

�I need a line,� Agatha says. She abruptly gets up from Philip�s lap, and goes to the living room�s wooden sideboard.

The cold air that assaults Philip�s senses, with his hard penis now exposed, makes him focus ahead. Without Agatha on top of him, Philip sees Ilene. He wishes he didn�t. No one should ever have to see something like this. Mariah is still holding her arms above her head. Ilene is naked from the waist down, crying uncontrollably, barely able to utter a sound, with her legs open, and filthy, disgusting cum coming out of her hairy cunt. Sperm from Theo, falling down from her cunt, down into her ass cheeks. No one should ever have to see this.

Agatha snorts a small line of what probably is cocaine again.

�My dear, I want to do that piece of shit as well!� Mariah exclaims, depravedly excited.

�Mom, I want to do it again!� Philip�s heart stops. �But, I don�t want to look at her face! I don�t like it when I see her eyes! Okay, mom? Mom!�

Agatha cleans her nose, and calmly walks to Mariah. �Go ahead, Mariah, go do him. And you, Theo, come here.�

Mariah gets up, and walks to Philip. Agatha grabs Ilene by her long, dark hair and forces her to turn herself on her tummy. Agatha pulls her arms above her head, so that Ilene, naked from the waist down and wearing only her pajama top and old brown pullover, is completely spread on the floor, with her legs, tummy and face on the cold, dirty floor of their living room.

�Go on, Theo! Go do her good!� Mariah excitedly says to him.

Theo quickly gets up from the couch.

He kneels behind Ilene�s legs, and then drops himself completely on top of her, keeping her legs spread from behind with his own. Ilene cries, her tears spreading through the floor. She�s even drooling herself, spit coming out of her mouth to the floor, along with her tears.

Philip is mortified. Theo flexes his ass, and his small penis penetrates Ilene�s cunt from behind.

�Oooooooh!! Yes!! Yes, mom!!� he moans, frantically. He thrusts his penis again and again into her cunt, with his weight completely on her back. Agatha keeps her arms above her head, pressed against the floor, while the 14-year-old kid fucks Ilene from behind, pounding her cunt like it is the first time he�s fucking a girl.

Theo�s body shivers with his quick and deep thrusts into Ilene�s cunt. His head alternates from looking at his mother and looking at Ilene�s ass beneath him, while he continuously fucks her.

Looking away from Theo and turning her attention to Philip, Mariah drops her fuchsia skirt and black panties to the floor. Her coat goes next to the dirty floor.

�Fuck, I want that shit inside me!� she says, staring at Philip penis, covered in whatever disgusting liquids were left from Agatha.

Her teal blouse doesn�t reach down enough to conceal her hairy cunt or the toned abs of her thin, shapely body. She climbs on top of Philip and positions herself like Agatha did before her. Mariah lowers herself on Philip semi-hard penis.

�HHmmmmmm! Oh FUCK! Yes!� she moans as Philip�s penis penetrates her cunt.

Philip feels Mariah�s weight on top of him. His mind enters a state of fogginess and confusion, with his penis inside her tight cunt.

Mariah smiles, and moves herself up and down on top of him, more quickly than Agatha did. He doesn�t know if her cunt is as tight as Agatha�s, but he�s on the verge of cumming.

�Aaaaaaahhhh, fuck, YES! Hmmmmmmm! This wimp�s dick is so good! FUCK!� Mariah moans, her breathing hard. Her mad, insane voice, and her toned, fit body bring more and more tears to Philip with each unwanted revolting wave of pleasure. Every time she moves on top of him, he feels more and more like he is no one, like he has no pride, like he isn�t a person, like these rich women can do anything they want to him, anything they want to Ilene.

Philip tries to lose himself on Mariah�s teal blouse. He tries to take his mind away from this woman on top of him, disdainfully using him as an object for her pleasure. He tries the best he can to take his mind from this nightmare, but he can�t. Mariah�s tight pussy will make him cum. His penis is hurting from trying to stop himself from ejaculating inside her hairy cunt. The 39-year-old woman�s slender body, all of its weight on top of him, all of its tightness, is driving him to sheer, maddening and degrading pleasure. He can�t help it, she�s too tight. All the while, he can hear Theo moaning and grunting, on top of Ilene, penetrating her, over and over.

�Oooooh, mom! I�m gonna cum! I�m gonna cum inside her! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!� he hears Theo, moaning hysterically, in sheer rapture. �AAaaaaaaaahhh!! Yes! Yes!�

Philip�s mortification makes him lose every bit of control he had up until now. Mariah�s endless motions on top of him make him cum, hard, inside the 39-year-old woman�s cunt. He closes his eyes, full of tears, and grinds his teeth, as he ejaculates like never before in his life, inside Mariah�s hairy cunt.

�The fucker came, into my cunt! The MOTHERFUCKER!� Mariah yells, angered, and slaps Philip hard. Philip feels like someone else was slapped. He�s deep into some world of submission and degradation, his mind not really coping with what�s happening. �I�m not finished with you, you piece of shit! Oh, no, I�m not!�

Mariah continues moving herself on top of Philip, her body rubbing against his chest, against his face. Philip�s mind is in complete shambles, lost in this insanity, feeling Mariah�s cunt bringing pain and pleasure to his penis, that didn�t go soft because she�s still using him, she�s still on top of him, pleasuring herself at her will.

Her naked ass cheeks slapping against his legs, her small breasts beneath her blouse, inches away from his face, her sardonic, deranged smile, her cunt using his penis. He can�t even feel hate anymore, he�s just in this deep, profound sadness and misery.

�Aaaaaah yes! Yes! Ha ha ha ha ha! Yes!! FUCKING YES!� Mariah yells. She finally stops moving herself, laughing, depravedly, quivering on top of him.

She finally stopped. How long has it been? Philip feels like it has been an eternity beneath her. An eternity beneath Agatha. An eternity with them on top of him. An eternity seeing and hearing Theo abusing Ilene. llene. Despair, sadness, his mind is overwhelmed with all things bad in this world.

Mariah breathes hard, and looks behind her. �Oh� Fuck� Fuck yes� That was good� My dear, this motherfucker came inside me! Do you believe it?�

The 39-year-old lean brunette gets up, Philip�s penis sliding out of her wet cunt. Philip can see Ilene again. He wishes he didn�t have to. It�s beyond sickening. Theo is still on top of Ilene�s back, resting, like he�s sleeping, his small penis still inside her cunt, with his sperm, his filthy, revolting sperm visibly running down her cunt.

Mariah dresses and heads to the sideboard to snort a line of cocaine.

�Did you enjoy that piece of shit, Theo?� Mariah asks, smiling and giggling, adjusting her fur coat.

�Theo, get up, and get dressed,� Agatha says to Theo, who opens his eyes, and gets up abruptly from on top of Ilene.

Agatha grabs Ilene by her long hair and turns her again on her back. Ilene doesn�t offer any resistance. She�s completely worn out, no vigor, no willpower at all.

�Oh, shit, my dear! You�re going to do your thing, aren�t you? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!� Mariah laughs, while snorting her line. �You�re naughty, my dear! You�re SO very naughty!�

While Theo is putting his pants on, Philip sees Agatha kneeling on the floor, on top of Ilene�s face, with her legs on each side of her face. Agatha lowers herself, until she seems she�s sitting on Ilene�s face. Philip can�t see it, because Agatha�s dress is completely covering Ilene�s face.

Agatha seems to grabs Ilene by her hair, beneath her dress. �Who�s a whore now, you piece of shit?�

Mariah laughs.

A few moments go by, and Philip thinks he can hear something between Ilene�s sobbing and gasping. He notices something is wetting the floor, next to Agatha�s legs. She�s pissing on Ilene. In his weakened, degraded state, Philip can understand that the 41-year-old woman is pissing on Ilene�s face. Her cunt must be right next to her face, right next to her eyes, right next to her mouth. She�s urinating on her, humiliating, degrading her, like nothing else in this life. He almost vomits, watching Ilene beneath Agatha, knowing what she�s doing to her.

Agatha stays still for what seems an eternity to Philip, grabbing Ilene�s head between her legs, beneath her dress, next to her cunt, urinating on her. Agatha stays there, with her grip on Ilene�s long, dark hair, keeping her head still, while more and more urine runs down from her cunt into Ilene�s face, wetting the floor around, and even her own white dress.

�This will teach you where you belong,� Agatha says.

She finally looses her grip on Ilene�s hair and gets up. Philip�s is horrified at Ilene�s sight, on the floor, naked from the waist down, tears and urine on her face. Ilene has her eyes closed, crying, not moving an inch.

Agatha calmly dresses in her panties and coat.

�You will tell nothing of this,� she says. �This is nothing next to what more I can do.�

�Ha ha ha ha ha, oh! We won�t have any more fun?� Mariah asks, mockingly.

�Let�s go,� Agatha says.

Agatha takes Theo�s hand, and leaves.

�Here, kid! Too bad we won�t have more fun!� Mariah says, laughing, and throws him a key, waving goodbye before leaving.

Philip quickly uses the key to take the cuffs from himself, and kneels next to Ilene, hugging her.

Tears and more tears, with no words to comfort her.

No words.

 

//Chapter 11

Tuesday morning.

Agatha walks out of the elevator, as almost every day, and heads to her high-status office in the company.

People from around the office look at her, but not in the usual manner she�s used to. Most of the time, men and women alike stare at her, admiring her high-end clothing, her beautiful looks, her elegant, shaped body beneath all that luxury.

But today, it isn�t lust or envy in everyone�s eyes. Suspicion and doubts, perhaps. She ignores all the feeble people on her way, and carries on, her every step full of total and undeniable narcissistic confidence and vanity.

Agatha is startled when she opens her office door. Darien is sitting at her desk, seriousness stamped all over his face.

�Darien? What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my office?� she asks, her undertone giving away her displeasure by his presence at her office, sitting on her chair.

Darien raises his hand, and shows Agatha a clear plastic bag, with white powder on it. Agatha stares at the bag, speechless, with no reaction whatsoever.

�Agatha� This� I never expected this from someone like you,� he says.

�What are you saying? What is that? That�s not mine, Darien,� she replies, keeping herself remarkably composed.

�Agatha� Please� Don�t deny this. I bet, if you open your purse, you have more in there.�

Agatha is speechless. She looks at Darien, fuming, without a word coming out of her mouth.

�My nephew is a crackhead too, so I know you tend to deny these things, even to yourselves. I just� I just never expected this from you. You are so focused, so composed, I never knew you were into this��

�How� Who gave you that?�

�Our cleaning lady found it in the floor, and, alarmed, went to tell the first person she saw in the office. She didn�t know what to do. Philip was around, and so she told him.�

Agatha immediately becomes enraged. Her cold eyes barely hide her fury from Darien, as she suddenly realizes what just happened.

�So,� he continues, �he came to me, and gave me this. He said he didn�t know what to do, so he came to me.�

Each of Darien�s words irritates Agatha more and more. �I� That is mine, that is true. We all use it, right, Darien?�

�Agatha� Unfortunately, our company has no place for someone using drugs. If someone outside the company knows this, we�re done. Do you understand? You just left cocaine in your office! Cocaine, Agatha! For anyone to find! What are you thinking?�

�Darien, I� I��

�Please don�t say a word. I�ve talked to the other Associates, and they all agree with me. You�re done. You have until the end of the day to leave the company.�

Agatha�s vision blurs with hate.

Undone by that� pathetic� piece of shit.

He will pay.

He will pay dearly.

 

The End

 

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