<nc> ***This is my first story. Please let me know what you think. Regards, Sabrina - deflectorarray@yahoo.com*** In my mailbox I find a mail of my boss telling me he wants to talk to me after his meeting. At five thirty, all of my collegues have left, I see him leaving the conference room. He looks unsatisfied. I wait until he gives me a signal and enter his office. He is going to interrogate me if I really understand what I have been doing these past few months. This is really my absolute last chance since he's arrived at the end of his patience. He's almost yelling. He grunts that he's going for coffee and walks out of the office, leaving a cloud of aggression behind him. I'm shaking and I try to sit up straight as mommy taught me. I wonder how he'd best find me when he returns. It would look most confident if I'd sit up straight and busy writing. Then it would appear that I'd had prepared a little bit better than him since he went out for coffee and I used that time to write something really important. My pen slipped out of my sweatty hands. The letters on my notebook were hardly readable. I suppressed the urge to look as he entered the room. A wave of cramp roared through my stomach. Oh, no. I took a deep breath and tried to sit up straight. I felt the red marks appear in my throat. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me up my feet! I forgot to scream. I reached for his hand and quickly he grabbed my wrists in his other hand. He pushed me on the floor on my knees. His hand was in my hair and my face was hovering over a bucket of water. I tried to kick over the bucket, but I couldn't reach it with my feet. He asked me what the essence of the invoice tests was. After all, I've had more than enough time to think about that? I stuttered that I didn't know and mentioned that I was nervous and couldn't think straight. He said that it was too late. He pushed my head under water. The water was cold. I pondered like crazy, but I didn't know what he meant. If I would know, I would have known long before. I kicked my feet as a sign that I couldn't take it much longer. Why was I even considering this? He's a fucking lunatic! But I had to try to keep him from drowning me! What was happening? Would he actually kill me? That was outrageous! O my god, I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to do something! I let my arms go weak, then maybe he'd think I passed out, so he had to let me breathe. It worked. I gasped with my mouth wide open. My wet hair stuck to my face. All I could think of was breathing, but he asked me again about the stupid tests. I cried that I didn't know and I couldn't think in this situation. He said it was to late if I still had to think about it. I resisted with all my power as he pushed my head back into the water, but without success. Under water I suddenly felt his hand under my skirt. He pulled my panty down and I felt his dick up my ass. I wanted to scream, but the water prevented me. I suddenly felt so hopeless, because this would take a while and he might forget to pull me up in time! I hardly felt the pain, because I was slowly passing out. The water felt warmer and I just wanted to lie down. All of a sudden he pulled me up. I woke up instantly and panicked and cried. At every push he whispered a syllable in my ear: "Don't...ever...make...me...do...this...again...bitch!" He grunted once when he came. He pushed me away from the water. I felt so humiliated that I didn't dare to look at him. I crawled under the table, sobbing. He told me to resign today. He explained that he raped me, even though he was a homosexual, because that was the best way to torture women to get them away from here. He said it with such unbelievable absence of sensitivity that I shivered from his cold voice. I didn't stare at his back as he left the office.