Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

It had never meant to be this way for Keith. Once there had been a time when he was feared and respected, a man with rank and power. After a troubled childhood he had joined the Army, and found a new life as an interrogator and intelligence officer. In the torture chambers and listening posts of black sites around the world, he had discovered an innate ability to manipulate the human body and mind. He served proudly and effectively for several years, performing deeply immoral acts without question in the name of the colours he was sworn to. When these illicit deeds were suddenly brought to the light, then he had been disgraced and disowned by those he served so unblinkingly. Scapegoated and ostracized, he had been discharged with very public dishonour. Narrowly avoiding jail - purely to spare the Army more embarrassment - he consigned to a future of washing floors and scrubbing toilets, hopefully to be forgotten. Left to seethe in a fetid trailer in the foulest part of the city, he had began to assemble a new world around himself as he descended into madness. The extensive portfolio of skills the Army had taught him had many criminal applications, and soon he began to develop a personal workshop designed for the torment of those he believed had wronged him. Before long, however, even his menial job was taken from him. One morning he had been idly mopping a corporate foyer, brooding on his misfortune. An ill-timed slop had seen a slap of water across the expensive designer heels of a gorgeous young blond executive. Keith had seen and covertly admired her luscious figure in the past, but as she vented a venomous, abusive tirade at him she suddenly became the only person in the world he wanted anymore. Escorted out by security to the sound of her mocking laughter, he resolved to destroy her life one part at a time. Assiduous internet stalking and his extensive intelligence experience saw him quickly compile a dossier on the life of his soon-to-be victim. He learned about Blake's life, quickly becoming familiar with her fastidious, compulsive, and demanding nature. A portfolio of photos revealing her in all manner of sexy outfits also reflected a kind of blithe ignorance about actually being sexy - she seemed far more concerned about looking better than her peers rather than being attractive for its own sake. Slowly Keith began to get into her head. First he polluted her home's water supply, working to switch it over with her sewage. Breaking in when she was at work, he carefully unhinged her compulsiveness by disarranging little things and keeping her even more anxious than usual. Finally he planted a number of pin-cameras in her bathroom and bedroom, and from the comfort of his trailer's lounge he watched her showering and dressing on his laptop. On one occasion she even brought home a colleague, but much to both his and Keith's disappointment her sexual performance was definitely lacking. After some ten desultory minutes of lights-out, condom-only missionary intercourse - during which she was texting on her phone the whole time issuing unfair orders to her peons - she ejected the deflated hunk and instead spend an hour in her personal gym. All this was really more than the disturbed veteran could take. When he finally felt all the pieces where in place, he assembled a rape kit and broke into Blake's Porsche when she was at work. Crouching in the back seat, he waited patiently for get in, peeking out just enough to watch her approaching - wearing a purple dress so tight it was practically painted on. As she shut the door, he slowly and purposefully climbed up from the back, placing a gloved hand over her mouth while holding a knife to her throat with the other. Don't scream, he said softly. You're going to drive out of here now, and go home. If you do anything funny, I will cut you very badly, okay? Now, start the car and let's go.