Rejection

She doesn't take rejection well.

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						Rejection

	It had been a long turbulent flight from L.A. to New York.. 
After seemingly endless hours of baggage, taxis, check-ins, and 
rain, Vince was ready to call it a day.  The emergency meeting of 
the corporate board left much speculation, especially when the last 
quarters earnings were required for the meeting early the next 
morning.  A recent upsurge in savagery in the upper ranks left many 
of the senior board members scrambling for assets and support while 
nurturing paranoia all the way through the workforce.  Vince was 
not immune, but had long ago decided to seek employment in a more 
secure institution, and was merely waiting for the appropriate 
opportunity to part company gracefully.  He headed for the bar to 
relax and allow the alcohol to take the edge of his anticipations 
on the morrow.  
	She approached him slyly, taking the padded bar stool next 
to his and immediately set about adjusting the paint on her face.   
It was quite sometime before he noticed her, and she was becoming 
somewhat agitated at his lack of awareness.  Finally, she 
intentionally bumped the arm supporting his drink with her own, and 
muttered a quick apology. 
 
	“I’m so sorry,” she purred, “let me buy you another.”

	“Not to worry,” Vince replied sleepily, “I was finished.”  
He turned to leave then caught a glimpse of her legs.  They were 
very long and went all the way up.  He let his eyes wander up her 
slim torso, over her full breasts, and up her slim neck to the 
black infinite pools of her eyes.  Her radiant skin reflected the 
dim lights in the bar with a childlike innocence, and the long 
rivulets of fine dark-brown hair flowed gently over her shoulders 
and down her back.  She was a goddess.

	“Oh please,” she pleaded as she held her gaze firmly on 
his, “I could use a little companionship right now; it was a rough 
flight from Newark and I don’t know anyone in town.”  Her freshly 
painted lips were so inviting that he could not refuse even though 
he sensed danger in her smile.  With a quick wink to the bartender, 
he took the fresh drinks and escorted her to a secluded booth.  The 
conversation was light and senseless, and it wasn’t long before 
Vince lost interest in her superficiality.  Her name was Ellen, and 
she was a nurse practitioner or something similar, in town for a 
medical seminar of some abstract form of surgery he had never heard 
of and of which she sounded quite naive.  His questions were met 
with generalities or other questions, and he soon found himself 
yawning.  Normally, he would respond with far more interest in 
hopes of eventually coercing her to his room, but he was tired, and 
didn’t really desire the company or the hassles of a one night 
stand tonight.  Finally, he downed the last of his drink and 
excused himself to retire.

	“Oh please,” Ellen begged, “I don’t want to be alone 
tonight.” 

	Vince paused, momentarily considering her offer one final 
time, then shook his head, and pointed to several other single 
gentlemen with a non-committal gesture.

	“Are you sure?” she asked, “I could make you a very happy 
man.”

	“I’m sure,” he grumbled, as he turned and walked briskly 
into the waiting elevator.   Once in his room, he took a warm 
soothing shower and fell into bed.
Sleep overtook him almost immediately and his final thought was to 
thank his secretary for her prudence in the hotel selection.

	He had just delivered some appetizers to the couples in 
room 217 and was on his way back to the restaurant when he was 
approached by a beautiful brunette with a sheer flowing white 
robe.  Her dark and protruding nipples were clearly visible, and 
the definition of her shaved pubis made him immediately lose his 
train of thought.  When she coyly asked for access to the room 
where Vince now soundly slept, he couldn’t refuse and handed her 
the access card with trembling hands.  She blew him kiss and 
returned the card after she entered the dark suite giving him all 
he required for his next wet dream.  He thought it a might strange 
that the room was dark, but was so overcome with her countenance 
that he dismissed her potential invasion without a second thought.  
	Ellen smirked as she double bolted the door behind her.  
She could make out his curled out form under the comforter, and 
mentally reviewed her procedures as she withdrew a small white 
handbag from beneath the flowing gown.  Gently sitting by the side 
of the bed she withdrew some steel fishing line, a small vial of 
hydrochloric acid, a box of straight pins, a long glass tube, a 
small roll of duct tape, and a small kitchen knife with a serrated 
edge.   Once the items were neatly arranged on the night stand she 
turned to her sleeping victim, and gently eased him on to his back 
where he began to snore loudly.  She giggled as she lifted the 
covers to find him sleeping only in a pair of boxers covered with 
pictures of  popular cartoon characters.  Then, with quiet 
efficiency, she firmly tied one ankle with the fishing line and 
brought the free end under the foot of the bed to tie securely to 
the other ankle being careful not to awaken him.  Repeating the 
process to his extended wrists, he began to stir to find himself 
tied spread eagle to the bed.  As he opened his mouth to speak, she 
stuffed it with his socks and secured them with the duct tape.  
Helpless, he struggled violently as she watched his plight from the 
side of the bed. 
	As Vince struggled, the line began to cut through the thin 
flesh around his ankles and wrists, and he felt searing pain tear 
through each of his limbs.  He whimpered and resigned himself 
painfully to his confinement.  Ellen then re-secured each line, 
assuring they were taught against the broken skin.  She then 
reached up to the waistband of the boxers, and pulled them down his 
muscular thighs slowly, revealing his shrunken manhood and a thick 
growth of pubic hair.  The cool air begin to stimulate the 
sensitive flesh and his ball sack begin to tighten against his 
abdomen as his manhood began to throb.  Taking the knife, she held 
it before his face, sending him into instant panic before she 
brought it to the elastic waistband and sawed her way through his 
last vestiges of privacy.  Pulling the tattered cloth away from his 
trembling body, she smiled at her conquest.  He could have been 
better endowed she thought, but he will be sufficient; and she 
reached for the straight pins.

	“We could have had such a wonderful evening,” she said 
remorsefully, “But no, you had to reject me in front of all those 
people.  I don’t handle rejection well,” she continued as she 
reached over and took his semi-rigid member into her soft hands, 
“And I don’t like being humiliated in front of other people.  Look 
at me,” she commanded as the gown slipped from her shoulders to 
cascade on to her thighs, “Am I not good enough for you?”  Vince 
nodded violently, but she pretended not to see as she stood up next 
to him and cupped her full firm breasts making her nipples stand 
out firmly.  Slipping one hand down past her firm torso, she spread 
her nether lips apart slowly to reveal the deep red moistness 
within.  She began circular motions around her love bud with two 
fingers, as her other hand alternately pinched her nipples.  Her 
eyes closed and she rolled her head back as short pants signaled 
her impending orgasm.   He couldn’t contain his excitement amidst 
the blatant spectacle of her eroticism, and his manhood began to 
swell with excitement. 
	Ellen then sat on the bed and stroked Vince gently as her 
orgasmic waves began to subside.  Gingerly picking up one of the 
straight pins, she embedded the point gently into the base of his 
glans and begin to apply firm pressure on the head amidst his 
senseless protests.  The pitch of his moans increased as the pin 
surged through the gristle and then popped out of the opposite side 
of the shaft with a  drop of blood on the tip.  Vince arched his 
back, and tears formed in his eyes, as the searing pain along the 
path of penetration began to subside.  He could feel a warm flush 
creep up his neck and across his chest as she positioned a second 
needle close to the first and slowly repeated the procedure, 
watching his eyes widen in terror as the metal invader plunged 
through the throbbing manhood only to emerge close to the point of 
the first.   He began to shake his head from side to side as she 
positioned the third pin in the same radius around the base and 
plunge it through him quickly, watching his back arch as another 
wave of searing pain tore through his skull.  By now his glans was 
on fire, and was so sensitive that the gentle touch of her 
fingertip would send him into a new round of agony.  
	Ellen continued to poke pins into his glans, changing the 
angles from time to time to insure that each new insertion could be 
fully experienced by his inflamed nerve endings. He began to 
whimper and his eyes glazed in pain as shock began to spread 
through his extremities and his brain began to shut-down its 
sensory input.  Her insertions were relentless; as once the glans 
was fully aerated, she began to concentrate and the softening 
shaft, rupturing blood vessels to observe the blood pocket in 
purplish pools beneath the now lumpy skin.  Soon, the entire box of 
pins was protruding in various angles around his manhood, as it lay 
in a wilted mass on his abdomen.  Vince was beyond sensations now, 
and lay apathetically twitching from side to side.  She rose from 
the bed, slowly running her hands over her nakedness as she admired 
the havoc wreaked on his masculinity

	“You don’t deserve to keep it,” she commented, “you don’t 
use it and isn’t large enough anyway.”   With that, she leaned over 
and buried her head between his legs, slowly drawing his ball sack 
into her mouth and expertly stimulating his gonads with her tongue 
and gentle humming.  Despite the agony, his manhood began the slow 
resurrection back into it’s former glory.  It was now discolored, 
misshapen, and engorged with tiny metal shafts, yet it still had 
enough integrity to  stand proud against its merciless assailant.  
Ellen gently grasped the shaft with one hand as blood began to 
trickle from the many wounds and flow down into his pubic hair.  
With her free hand she gradually inserted the glass tube into his 
urethra and applied gentle pressure as the clear plastic slowly 
disappeared down the length of his shaft.  She could feel the flesh 
tearing inside him as the blood began to flow freely from the tip 
of the straw.  Vince never uttered a sound or offered resistance as 
he could no longer feel anything in his abdomen; he just stared at 
the ceiling in total abandon.  Once the end of the tube was fully 
inserted, she reached for the knife and placed it firmly against 
the base of the shaft.

	“Say goodbye,” she suggested, as she began to saw the flesh 
away slowly, the residue collecting on the matted bloody mass of 
pubic hair, as a trickle of bloody semen emerged from the tip of 
the tube in his urethra.  The knife cut a jagged line deeper into 
the porus gristle with every stroke, and Ellen hoped that he 
feeling as much horror as she was pleasure in the detachment of his 
symbol of masculinity.  Vince was.  As she pulled his manhood 
against knife and continued to saw the flesh, she felt it rip and 
pull free in her hand. The fountains of blood spurting from the 
wound with every heartbeat were quite impressive, and she paused to 
enjoy the exhibition.  As the flow began to recede, she knew he 
would soon perish from the blood loss unless she acted quickly.  
She grabbed the acid and poured it on to the bloody stump changing 
what remained of his manhood into a smouldering mass of 
unrecognizable flesh.  As the foul odor of burning flesh reached 
his nostrils, Vince lost his grasp of reality and slipped 
mercifully into unconsciousness.  
	Ellen neatly tied the severed end of his manhood with the 
fishing line and placed it into a lined pocket in her handbag.  She 
carefully untied his tortured extremities and pulled him off the 
bed and into the bath tub.  Rolling up the sheets neatly, she threw 
the remaining item on the nightstand into her handbag, and blew a 
kiss towards the bathroom as she calmly unlocked the door, and 
headed down the hallway in her stunning gown.  Flipping her access 
card to the bell boy as she walked out into the rain, she climbed 
into a waiting taxi, and sped off into the night towards a deserted 
warehouse along the river.
	She was met by one of her co-workers as she entered the 
partially collapsed structure.  

	“Well, let’s see it,” the coworker exclaimed excitedly; 
then, upon seeing the shriveled, purple mass of manhood, “Not the 
best specimen I’ve seen recently!”

	“I know, I was disappointed too,” minced Ellen; “I wish we 
didn’t have to do this - it seems so unfair to plunder such a naive 
group of humans.”

	“So true,” mumbled her saddened co-worker; “Why do we have 
to provide the Queen with such a delicacy - she should eat 
livestock like we do!”

	“I agree,” confirmed Ellen, “But since we began providing 
her with this tenderized male-meat, she has left our breeders 
alone.  I heard it rumored once that she was rejected by a breeder 
some time ago, and has since sworn off eating any other type of 
meat.  It’s only a rumor, mind you.”

	“I heard the same rumor,” concurred the co-worker with a 
sigh, “I guess we’ll never know.”  

	Vince was barely able to stand, much less make it to the 
corporate meeting on time the next morning.  A double dose of 
aspirin had eased the throbbing in his genital region, but the 
pressure of his underwear against his inflamed gonads was quite 
uncomfortable and he was force to stand during the entire 
presentation.  As feared, it was a company wide reorganization, and 
his position was being eliminated.  However, the company president 
had decided to open a new line of end use commodities, and because 
of Vinces’ impeccable record, would place all aspects of 
manufacture, quality control, distribution, and advertising under 
his management.  The next day, after a miserable return flight to 
L.A., Vince submitted his letter of resignation.  Somehow, he could 
not entertain supporting a new line of textured condoms.