Chase Goes Too Far

Another update, so soon? Why yes Sappho’s Bratlings, just for you (And it’s a long one. Aren’t you all lucky that I have the sleep schedule of a migrating Tibetan Yak afflicted with ADHD.)

Brat Stalker 4.1

‘Black Jack… need a Black Jack’, Chase muttered to herself, frowning in deep concentration. Why was there never a Black Jack exposed when you needed one? Of course, last game it had been a 4 of hearts or diamonds that had stymied her plans for solitary domination. There was always something amiss, always something. How very like life, she mused as she hit the ‘New Game’ button.

Alas, the new game was not to be. A brawny arm reached around her, closed her game screen and before Chase could protest, she was squealing as she was yanked bodily out of her chair and slapped across the backside by her glowering supervisor. All the friendly goodwill was gone from his expression as he stood before her, his hands on his hips as he lectured her thoroughly.

“What do you think you are doing? Solitaire? Seriously?”

“I know,” Chase replied mournfully, “It’s a crap game, but it’s all you have on your systems here.”

Ray spluttered and gave her a look that clearly telegraphed the fact that he thought her quite insane. To Chase’s relief he aimed the bulk his displeasure over her head, where Agent Darby stood behind her, looking angry in the shadows cast by the oversized terminal stations.

“Seriously Darby, have you oriented her at all?”

“Yeah Darby, why haven’t you oriented me,” Chase smirked. Another sound slap to her backside made her yowl loudly enough to draw cross looks from the advanced team working at the center consoles. “That’s enough of your lip,” Ray said firmly, taking Chase by the upper arm and walking her quickly out of the Data Center before she could disturb operations further.

“I don’t want to see her back here until her attitude has been reformed,” he snapped at Darby before turning on his heel and marching back to the glowing screens that awaited him.

Chase winced a little at his tone and looked up at Darby with a wide eyed expression.

“Congratulations, you’ve managed to annoy the most mellow guy in the place,” Darby said dryly, returning her look with one that told Chase she wasn’t fooled at all by the innocent act.

“If he gets mad at solitaire, then you people must be on some serious blood pressure medication,” Chase observed, moments before the floor melted out from under her feet and she found herself bodily lifted off the floor and pinned to the wall by her shoulders. Darby’s green and gold flecked eyes glared at her with an intensity she found utterly frightening.

“Listen to me. This isn’t a place where you make mistakes. This is a place where you do what you’re told, and if you’re lucky, you survive. Got it?”

“Yeah.. I.. got it..” Chase stammered. There was no levity at all in Darby’s gaze, just pure steely death. Chase had no idea why everyone was so on edge, why everything was so serious. “What’s going on?” she asked in a small voice.

With a sigh, Darby allowed Chase to slide back to the floor. “We’ve been over this. To the outside world, you no longer exist. You work for us now. We say when you work, when you eat, when you sleep, when you breathe…”

“And when I die.” Chase finished her sentence.

“Precisely.”

“And when does this end? When do I get to go home?”

Darby took a step back and gestured around her at the sterile walls lit by eye-violatingly bright flourescents. “Welcome home.” To Chase’s horror, there was not a hint of humor in her tone or demeanor.

“What? No!”

Seized with a sudden desire to escape, to be free, Chase turned on her heel and made for an exit at high speed. No exits were posted, but her panic ridden brain reasoned that there must be some way out of the place. She ran through the curving corridors, testing doors, finding that they all required retinal scans and codes to use. Eventually, she found herself panting back in front of Darby, who had not moved from where she was standing and far from being concerned about Chase’s escape attempt, had clearly passed the time lounging against the wall, her arms folded across her chest.

“Worked that out of our system, have we?” she quirked a brow at Chase as she came to a halt.

“You can’t keep me here forever!” Chase panted.

“True,” Darby replied. “But there’s no more freedom on the other side of the doors than there is right here.”

“You’re fucking nuts,” Chase swore.

She had no reason to expect what happened next, indeed, up until that point, every smart remark and curse word had rolled off Darby like water off a duck’s back, but all that changed in one awfully painful and embarrassing scene. Chase would later think back and wish that she had caught the hint when Darby pinned her to the wall and warned her, but it was too late, all hints and warnings had been ignored and Chase’s karma had finally caught up with her.

Moving like a snake, Darby grasped the recalcitrant data processor by her hair. Though she twisted and squirmed, Chase didn’t have a chance at escaping. She squealed and whimpered like a helpless puppy all the way back to her room, but her plaintive cries were for naught, Darby appeared to be all out of sympathy. They passed a few other agents on the way, agents who either ignored the little scene entirely, or smirked at Chase’s predicament.

“It’s time you really understood your position here,” Darby informed Chase calmly as she released her into the confines of the little cell room.

“What? No. Please,” Chase whimpered, backing up against the far wall as she watched Darby shed her designer overcoat and roll up the sleeves of the blouse she was wearing. Her every movement was calculated, cold, not rushed in the slightest. Her perfectly balanced, powerful form had never looked as intimidating as it did at that moment.

Darby did not speak again. She stalked towards Chase, caught her easily when she predictably tried to dive away, and hauled her over her lap. Chase grappled for the legs of the bed to try and pull herself away, but still there was no escape. Her adrenaline was pounding, but her legs were pinned between Darby’s thighs and her upper body was wrapped up in the agent’s grip as her bare bottom became the target for an all out spanking assault.

There was no way to count how many times Darby hit her. The spanking hurt from the first slap to the last, and though Chase was soon howling and begging for mercy, absolutely none was shown. Over and over, Darby’s hand met her cheeks with hard blows that sent jolts of pain shooting not just through her bottom, but through Chase’s entire body. Her cheeks and thighs hurt more than she could have imagined anything hurting and the pain that rolled on and on through her cries and through her tears eventually settled into a deep sense of hopelessness. There was no way to escape this terrible punishment, inflicted by the cruelest woman in the world.

When the spanking was finally executed to Darby’s liking, Chase was released and allowed to crawl onto the bed, where she flooded the thin mattress with her tears, sobbing her heart out as her dark red bottom jiggled with the sorrowful contractions of her body. Her duty done, Darby stood up coolly, unrolling her sleeves as she viewed her handiwork with a critical eye.

“Well would you look at that, a red ass to finish,” she murmured to herself.