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Joe phoned his bank manager and asked her to approve a loan that would help him keep his struggling business afloat. Eris politely declined this request. She had looked at Joe's business plan and been unimpressed. She considered him a bad investment. Joe was furious when Eris told him this. He had been a loyal customer of hers for years. He gave her a piece of his mind, then hung up. But he could not get her out of his mind. The condescending way she had spoken to him; her sweet tones as she had brushed him aside in his moment of need, leaving him to face ruin: these things got under his skin. He thought about a meeting he had had with her in person. She was a such a slightly-built brunette - yet so confident in her own power as she sat behind desk, dressed as the smart professional. For Joe there was a smugness about Eris that needed to be dealt with. He wanted to bring this woman down; to teach her a lesson; to make her pay dearly for the way she had treated him. All a sudden, in a moment of dark decisiveness, Joe decided on an extreme course of action. A short while later, Eris left her office. She was glad to be done for the day, and she smiled as she opened her umbrella and headed out towards the parking lot - her high heels rapping on the paving. Little did she know that Joe was just yards away, watching her intently at that moment. He had made sure to be there - racing over in his car so as to be ready to trail Eris on her drive back to her home. In his hands he toyed with a mask and a length of cord. These were to be the props of his coming revenge. Not long after, Eris was stepping into the familiar and welcoming surroundings of her hallway. Eager to rid herself of the day's stress, she went straight through to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. To get more comfortable, she took off her business jacket, revealing more of her attractive, sleeveless, short-skirted outfit. She then went with her drink into the living room, settled down on the couch, and started watching the TV. She looked contented and relieved at finally being able to relax. But her hopes of a peaceful evening were soon to end. Even as she sat happily unwinding, the angry Joe was moving stealthily through the rooms at the back of her house. It had been easy for him to break in - courtesy of an unlocked window. Now, already wearing the mask to conceal his identity, he was searching her out, drawing nearer at every moment. Eris remained in blissful ignorance throughout. Because her back faced the living-room door, she did not see Joe's figure step into its frame, linger there as a dark and menacing form, then move silently up on her from behind. An instant later, it was a moot point. For Joe had pounced upon her. Then Eris knew utter fear and confusion. Her body jolted from shock, and she instinctively tried to scream. But Joe was too fast and too strong. He brought an arm down over her shoulders and pinned her in her place. Meanwhile, his free hand clamped down hard over her mouth. In mere seconds Eris had been restrained and silenced. For good measure, Joe told her that she could either cooperate with him, or face dire consequences. Eris tried to heed his words - but her pride let her down. On getting a chance to speak, she demanded to know who Joe was; then she told him to get out of her house. This only served to strain his patience and hasten her own suffering. Now, hauling Eris to her feet, Joe slapped her ass and plugged her mouth with a makeshift gag of cloth. He then gave her a few intimidating pushes and prods, and ordered her to undress. Eris was horrified, but she could not see any alternative other than to obey. She sobbed and trembled as she took off her top, her skirt, her bra and her panties. Finally, when she was left standing in nothing but her sexy garters and stockings, Joe pushed her back down on the couch and told her to part her legs and rub her naked pussy. Eris made herself do as she was told. All the while she was practically dissolving in tears of misery and humiliation. Joe, on the other hand, was having a ball. He was greatly turned on by the sight of Eris's slender, pert-titted body. Eager to know it more intimately, he reached out and tweaked her nipples, then gave her a little pussy rubbing and fingering of his own. From that moment on, Eris knew she was doomed to all-manner of sexual violation. When Joe pulled her gag aside, and opened up his pants, she did not see any point in telling him to stop. Instead, she resorted to damage limitation - telling him that he could do whatever he wanted with her so long as he did not hurt her. She knew it was the best deal she was going to get. After that, her ordeal began in earnest. First, Joe XXXX her to open her pretty mouth and suck on his cock. Reluctant, whimpering, flushed with shame, Eris did as she was told. There was no short-changing Joe. She had to please him - or else. Thus she delicately licked his balls and every inch of his shaft, and deep-throated him even until she coughed and spluttered. Not that this earned her any mercy. Instead, Joe presently her to over to a stairwell, stretched her arms straight above her head, and bound her wrists together to one of the steps. This saw Eris effectively strung up. Joe was then able to toy with her naked body at will. Having spanked her ass, fondled her tits, rubbed her pussy and frigged her clit - all to the sound of Eris's never-ending sobs - Joe parted her legs and prepared for some serious fucking. She just wanted it over. He ran his cock mockingly up and down her pussy-opening a few times, then at last thrust it in. To get extra deep, he lifted one of Eris's slender legs right up on to his shoulder. What followed was a long, wet, tit-shaking violation that often left her moaning against her will. It started out in the standing missionary position; in time, it went on to include standing side-on and doggy style action as well. Joe was a highly aroused and motivated fucker, and he was determined to enjoy his bitch bank manageress's pussy in as many ways as possible. For his finale, he unbound her hands, and demanded she beg him to fuck her from behind while she was bent over the back of the couch. More ass-reddening slaps stung Eris into saying what he wanted to hear. Then her fucking was underway. Joe pumped his cock into her with the most force and frenzy yet. The vigor of his thrusts pressed her hard against the couch, adding the sound of winded groans to that of her sobs and occasional, unwanted moans of pleasure. This epic cock-drilling ended with Joe pushing Eris to her knees, then jerking his hot, creamy white load into her XXXX-open mouth and over her harrowed, fuck-mussed face. Afterwards, he replaced Eris's gag and calmly wandered off - leaving her a huddled, bound, weeping and broken mess. His revenge could not have tasted sweeter to him; Eris's misery could not have been greater.