Her Overseer

By Richard Verry

In reading Jolene's story, you'll discover that her bad day just got a whole lot worse. After having an extremely hard day at the office, she arrives home only to be brutalized, assaulted and sold into the grimy world of human trafficking.
However, her buyer just doesn't want to possess her, he wants her to scream in as many ways as possible. He enjoys the screaming and Jolene is now his next unimaginable instrument of his pleasure.
Lose yourself in her horrifying agony as she suffers indignity after indignity. When you read her story, you'll scream along with her in this captivating tale of torment and anguish.
Appropriate for readers 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard Verry
• Release date: Dec 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311548061

Richard Verry

Author & Artist and sometimes deviant who loves Sci-Fi, Mystery/Suspense, the female form and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

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Her Overseer

Don’t Piss Off your Owner

Book 2 of the ‘Client Trilogy’

RICHARD VERRY

Her Overseer

Don’t Piss Off your Owner

Book 2 of the ‘Client Trilogy’

Richard Verry

Copyright 2015 Richard Verry

All Rights Reserved

No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any printed or electronic form or means including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, except for brief quotations embodied in reviews, without the express written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any similarities to persons or places are simply coincidental.

This book is intended for adult mature audiences only.

This book is a dark, gritty, realistic depiction of the darker side of human depravity. It contains criminal scenes of sexual assault, violence, bondage, brutality, sadism, and strong language. This book is suitable to readers above the age of 18, and who are not offended by realistic dark topics. It is part erotica and part suspense thriller. Read it with an open mind or don't read it at all.

Concepts presented in this book are not the beliefs or morals of the author.

Published by Richard Verry at Smashwords

Rochester NY

www.richardverry.com

Cover Design by Leah Hart

Table of Contents

Prolog

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Author’s Notes

Other Books by Richard Verry

About the Author

Prolog

What happens when you piss off your owner?

What happens when you disrespect your owner?

What happens when you disobey your owner?

They punish you.

They enjoy punishing you.

They enjoy hearing you scream.

Jolene suffers the punishment of her owner.

Jolene delivers scream after harrowing scream,

Jolene begs to be let go, to let her go home.

Jolene plans her own revenge.

Jolene plans to kill her owner before he kills her.

Her story is gritty and brutal.

Her torment is cruel and it is sadistic.

It is terrifying and it is never, ever ending.

What happened to her could happen to anyone.

It could happen to you.

Chapter One

Do you know that state between half-awake and half-asleep? I woke up hoping it had been a bad dream, a nightmare. Part of me knew it wasn’t true and hell was my new home.

My nightmare was real. I am living inside a god’s honest nightmare. I remember being assaulted, beaten, raped and like some trinket, I was sold off as goods in a second hand store. Overnight, I was transported zipped inside a stuffy, smelly duffel bag, bound, and gagged into a tight little ball. My joints and muscles screamed from the strain of the ropes securing me in such an unnatural position.

At some point during the journey, I must have fallen asleep or passed out. One moment I was awake and aware of my surroundings. The next moment, I was gone, out of it. It wasn’t so much as blackness fell upon me. The tape wrapped around and around my head, covered everything except my nose. I had no idea whether it was the following day or several days later.

As an account executive for wealthy clients, I traded, bought, and sold goods all the time. I worked to increase the profits for my clients. I never tried to capitalize on their creativity, fearing the legal ramifications of accusations of insider trading. I wished I had many times over. However, I never thought I could be treated as goods, to be bought and sold.

Reluctantly, I knew it was true. However, I couldn’t help but hope it had all been a nightmare. I couldn’t help wish I would wake up in the morning … in my bed, with the sun shining. I wanted to feel like a princess waking up, on her birthday, with her prince charming lying next to her. It was not to be.

As I slowly regained consciousness, I figured out I was no longer zipped up in the duffel bag. I’d been removed from the bag and unwrapped. My bindings forcing me into a tight fetal position were also gone. Not that I wasn’t still bound. I was. I just needed to figure out my new situation. I needed to formulate a plan.

I feigned unconsciousness so I could comprehend my surroundings. I was sore and in pain. My body had suffered terribly the night before. Was it only been last night? I was assaulted, raped, tied up, and beaten. There wasn’t a part of my body, which wasn’t stiff and sore. I suffered a sore, raspy throat from when it had been brutally fucked. Other parts, such as my tits, my ass and my back, still throbbed with the painful torment they endured the night before.

As I continued to sense my surroundings, I figured out I was bound, upright and on my knees, straddling something akin to a saddle. What’s more, a dildo perhaps, was shoved up by pussy. I could also feel something stuffed up my ass. I suspected it was a butt plug but I wasn’t certain.

The ropes were removed but my arms were still pulled tightly behind my back. Wide leather straps wrapped my neck, chest, and waist keeping me firmly attached to some sort of heavy wooden device. The ropes may have been removed but I felt like I was nothing less than a lamb waiting for slaughter.

The ropes tying my arms behind my back were replaced with a leather arm