BELLS HAREM.

Chapter 1.

”Sir, your refreshments are here, ” she chortled, sheepishly.

”Thank you Susan. Just place them on the desk over there, ” he managed to babble, his head bent in total concentration.

Certainly, at that time of day, work hours were over however she didn mind working overtime. If it meant shed spend more time around the young master, Susan Salone, couldn mind even giving her arm for a mere more second. She held him in high regard and admired him. Surely she felt so, however judging from how her feelings ran deep, one wouldve described her feeling as lust. And surely lust it was, as the truth was evident on how she acted while around him. Maybe he didn read that much into it or was just a good Boss? It was hard to tell as Master Bell, or Joe Bell to be precise; a young man in his early twenties, whose looks and vast wealth bewildered the crowds, never concerned himself on what she wore.

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Bouganivelia was a one of the largest cities in the world. Garnished with most of the richest, and most influential people in world, it was a beehive of activity also known as the land of opportunity. Everyone that went there, was either looking for something or running from something. Susan happened to be the latter. Fired from her work place because of some alleged misconduct, really put her spirits down. She had no family and nothing to go back to. Thus, she decided to move and found herself in Bouganivelia City. Her recent job had done a number on her, so she decided to be cautious on what she chose to do next.

Having saved up some money over the years, Susan felt she owed it to herself to take it easy and have fun. For the first time, she decided to throw all caution to the wind and goof around. It had been years before she took some time for herself as work was the only thing she knew. After she was done with College, working in that accursed office was all she did. A small desk, an old and fat Boss; who eyed her with animal lust and some creepy colleagues, were all she spent her time with for the last three years. Her job was tiresome and everyone working alongside her was also annoying. Though she tried to avoid everyone and execute her roles to the best of her ability, her Bosss and colleagues inability to respect her personal space, put her off.

It wasn once, not even twice that they were all over her business. Always pestering her with their annoying questions and gossip. There was also that one time some colleague in the office, a certain Peter Milburn, had the audacity to inquire about the colour of the panties she was wearing. Was that even legal? Susan was pretty sure it was sexual harassment however, judging by how the Boss was also disgustingly perverted, she knew the case would go nowhere. She kept it to herself and avoided him ever since the encounter. As the days went by, Susan got more and more annoyed of the place and yearned to leave. She tried applying for jobs in other places but unfortunately, all her efforts were futile.

Every morning, when her alarm rang and she woke up, Susan wished for better days to come. Everyday she though about snoozing the alarm and leaving her job however, bills waited for no man and girls had to eat. She wouldve continued to wallow in that excuse of an employment if not for that one fateful day. It was one typical evening after a long, hectic day. The sun was setting in the horizon, some orange rays dappled against the large office windows. Susan stood up, and was walking toward the Old farts office when she glanced at the windows, and noticed the orange ball riding to its slumber. As always, staring at sunset and feeling the quiet serenity around her were the two things she liked about the office. Everyday, when the other workers left, she wrote a final report of the day and took it to the office.

Susan, never really fathomed why she had to write it when the others had left. In her opinion, writing it earlier made no difference as little to nothing happened before the office closed. Writing if the daily report had her thinking a lot, that she brought up the issue with the Old fart but as expected, he rejected her proposal because of unavoidable reasons, as he put it. Thus she was stuck everyday, with the Old perverted fart for company, writing the damn report. It was clear he had an ulterior motive for keeping her there however, for a long time, hed done nothing that alarmed her. Except for the nasty looks he gave her when she entered his office, nothing was out of the ordinary. Little did she know that one day, the Old fart would give her more than just a look.

”Susan, are you staring at the sunset again? Im not paying you overtime, you know? ”

Damn it! Again, shed been carried away by the sunset. Swiftly, she made her way to the office. With a brief knock, she opened door and let herself in. She hadn noticed it yet but, when she set her eyes behind the desk, the Old fart was nowhere to be seen. Before she even knew what was happening, the door shut behind her. Susan turned to look and that was when it dawned on her, the bloody geezer had hidden behind the door when she walked in. It was an old trick and it had got her good. She knew the geezer was perverted but not once, had the thought of him pulling that on her, crossed her mind. What was he thinking, what was going through that large head of his? It was heard to tell. Nevertheless, the situation amounting around her was getting dire by the minute.

****, that was definitely it as what else was he planning to do? A birthday surprise maybe? Not a chance, as that needed maybe a cake and people. And there was none of that plus, him locking the door and hiding the key inside his pants confirmed her fear. Mayhap, **** was on the menu after all. Oh no! She had to get the hell out of there, that she knew. Not in her wildest dreams, she dreamt it would come to that. Susan thought of her Boss as one of those perverted but timid kind of men, who only annoyed women with their preying glances. However as it turned out, the Old fart had it in him to attempt something as twisted as that.

Whichever way she looked at it, she wasn ready to get defiled by some Old fart. Her Boss was already onto her before she even planned to escape. Ruthlessly and with one arm, he pulled her by the hair and pinned her to the wall. The man was humongous and strong, Susans petite physique was nothing against his sexually excited body. She began punching and screaming but, that did nothing other than excite the brute more. The Old fart then placed his hand on her chin, then he began forcing three of his fat fingers inside her mouth. Susan tried to bite him but the fingers were too large that, they hurt her jaws when she tried to close them.

Chapter 2.

The Old fart surely lived up to the nickname shed given him. The stench that emitted from him made her sick. And then that he had his fingers sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth, made her wish for death as she imagined the dirt mixing with her saliva. Susan couldn take it anymore. His fingers had covered her whole mouth and breathing had also become a problem. Her eyes began enlarging and they threatened to pop out of her sockets. She couldn breath! Suddenly, she began feeling dizzy and the strength began leaving her body. Was he going to knock her out then defile her unconscious body? The mere thought of that possibility brought tears to her eyes.

As her body began giving up, her vision became more blurred with the tears. She thought her fate was sealed however, just in the nick of time, he pulled his fingers out. She coughed in-between as she took in large gasps of air. At that moment, her mouth felt so filthy that she let the saliva flow freely, without a care in the world. He was going to **** her anyway, and she was probably going to kill herself after the ordeal. That being the case, what was some saliva? Susan couldn fathom what had become of her. Was that it, was that how it was going to end? She had just finished school, and was hoping for a bright future however, soon she would lose everything. Susan had nothing but a crappy apartment in the city, a family who didn give a damn since high school and her dignity.

Susan was ok with losing every other thing but, her dignity was the one thing she cherished. She had planned to start a family of her own soon. Maybe marry some stud with a decent job, then buy a house it the suburbs, then retire early and become a housewife. She had everything mapped out but now, seeing the situation she was in, all her plans came crushing down. The Old fart had a wide grin on his face when she looked up and saw his face. It really creeped her out but also not hearing him say a single word since he began the heinous act, was also scary as a matter of fact. The Old fart then shifted his concentration to her body. Starting with her busty bosom which stood out from the rest of her petite body, he began tearing her blouse off. There wasn a need to fight him any longer. All her recent attempts were futile as he nullified them without breaking a sweat. What was the point even? No one was in the office to save her. And even if they were, would any of them even lift a finger to save her?

Not once did Susan have the know how, of how to warm up to people. For most of her life, she was cold to everyone around her. People found that intimidating and avoided her. Well, she never needed anyone to begin with even. Having a family that never gave a damn about her, surely did a number on her personality. Susan grew to believe that, people were only nice to her when and if they wanted something. And everyone would leave her eventually. The world in her view, was a cold place to be. Thus, she abstained from any meaningful relationships and took pleasure in being by her lonesome. Her whole marriage and family idea, was a splendid thing but she wondered how shed achieve those things when she had very little faith in humanity. Nevertheless, she took comfort in the saying about crossing the river when she got there.

The Old fart had managed to tear her blouse off, and was heading for the bra when she quickly thought of something. It was a last resort and perhaps the final attempt she had, to free herself. It had to work or else…Gathering all the strength in her body, she planted a kick in-between his legs. And as expected, it worked. Susan had hit him with all her might that, her foot began aching when she was done. The Old fart sprawled all over his small office floor, his hands between his legs as he writhed in pain. An old trick had also worked for her. The irony was breath taking. She was heading to the door when she recalled the keys were hidden inside his pants. Susan wasn planning to go near him, lest he grabbed her again then pressed her to the floor so she couldn escape.

Susan used her heel and broke the door locks. Swiftly, she left the office and headed home. That night in the apartment, she sat in the tab till late into the night, sobbing and continuously brushing her teeth. She couldn bring herself to fathom why the recent events had happened. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the recent events. However tried as she might, her eyes burned with tears of frustration, as her brain ran in overdrive. Susan was woken up with the morning chill. Somehow, shed managed to sleep in the bathtub. It was lucky that shed not drowned in the water, but her neck hurt due to the awkward position she slept in.

She slipped into her pyjamas and climbed into bed, the memory of the previous day still fresh i her mind. Susan thought of reporting the incident to the police however, there was the possibility of everything coming back to bite her or worse….

One morning, she turned and looked at her phone for the first time in a while. It had been ringing nonstop since that day, and shed switched the damn thing off after it became a nuisance. Looking at the date, she realized that a whole week had passed! Susan hadn gone out during all that time, nor had she eaten anything, let alone get up from bed. She cried day and night when that morning, the crying stopped. Then she woke up. All the missed calls were from work, most of them being from that monster of a Boss. They were also text messages fro him. For the first few he tried to apologise then, reverted to insult mode when he realized she wasn replying.

Susan felt weak, she hadn eaten a thing for days. She couldn even walk well. With all her strength, she managed to crawl to her fridge. She found some junk food and salvaged it. After eating, she passed out on the kitchen floor. She awoke and found herself on the cold kitchen floor. Susan recalled how she got there and glanced at her phone. It was noon, the office was still open.

”Hey, all of you people are morons! ” She heldforth, swinging her two middle fingers at everyone in the office.

It was later on discovered that her apparent misconduct occurred during one of her daily reporting sessions. Susan went back home and began packing everything. It was time she moved out of that accursed town, even if meant it had to be outside the country.

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