Severance, Collector's Edition
by Mecca
Mark S. approached Helly R. as she filled a glass of water. Clearly, she was about to make a big mistake and it was his job to help her before she did something stupid.
Then he thought better of it. Why should he help her? She had been a thorn in his side from the moment she arrived. He was attracted to this redhead, but that was no reason to show her favoritism. It was time she dealt with the consequences of her behavior.
***
The red light flashed and code detector alarm sounded. Helly’s stomach sank. She pressed the silver down button again to no avail. The elevator would not budge. Milchick came running to the elevator to investigate his newest problem.
“I-I-I don’t know why it went off,” lied Helly. “I don’t have anything on me.” That part was true.
“It says that you have writing on you,” said a frowning Milchick. “Or in you.” Helly tried not to breathe differently as he seemingly uncovered the truth. She didn’t think the detectors in the elevator would catch such things. Was that really possible? “Come with me,” he said.
Dylan G., the last one in the office, looked up quizzically when Milchick and Helly reentered the office. But by Milchick’s stern face, he knew better than to ask questions.
Milchick walked into the co-ed restroom and Helly tentatively followed. She stood by the door, ready to bolt if things went bad.
“Is it on you or in you?” asked Milchick. “If it’s in you, you can keep your clothes on, which might make things easier for you.”
“I don't know what you’re talking about,” said an incredulous Helly.
“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way. Strip.”
Helly looked silently aghast for all of five seconds, then turned around and grabbed the door handle. Milchick grabbed Helly with his bulky arms and flung her into the back of the restroom.
“Strip. We can do this here or in a stall, but I hate the stall because there isn’t much room.” His stern look told Helly he wasn’t budging on this. Her stomach felt worse, likely from anxiety but possibly from the swallowed pen cap.
“Look, it’s inside me,” said Helly. “I swallowed it and it can come out naturally.”
“I’d love to believe you, Helly, but you’ve proven untrustworthy. We’re past that now. Strip.”
Helly looked at the stalls. Privacy would be nice, but Milchick would be in there. So that wasn’t much privacy at all. Dylan was going home soon, so it would be just her and Milchick anyway. She sighed and removed her lanyard.
Before removing her blouse, she tried to bargain. “This isn’t right. Can I have a female-“
Milchick grabbed her right arm, pulled her forward, and twisted it behind her back. With a cry, she was bent over the sink. The strapping black man ripped her blouse open from behind, sending buttons everywhere.
“Okay, wait-“
Dylan, sitting five meters from the restroom door heard the commotion. Apparently, Helly had chosen the hard way.
Back in the restroom, the sink dug into Helly’s stomach. Her bra-clad breasts were visible in the restroom mirror. “No,” she said, right before Milchick grabbed her neck.
Milchick grabbed her by the neck, spun her around. It was a front-opening bra, so he simply popped it open and her small breasts were free to jiggle in the restroom air. No writing there.
As he released her neck she gasped for air. She fell to the floor, gasping on all fours. While she was on the floor on her hands and knees, Milchick continued. He pulled the zipper down on the back of her smart blue skirt, then grabbed her neck again from behind and lifted her up. Helly’s feet graced the ground but she could hardly be said to be standing as her unzipped skirt fell to her ankles. Finally, the large man pulled her hose and panties down across her bottom, revealing smooth white cheeks. He let go and she collapsed to the floor again.
As Helly gasped and coughed on her knees, Milchick inspected her front. Her panties were still bunched around her hips, so he pulled her pantyhose and panties away from her crotch to see her shaven pussy and small red landing strip. No writing on any private parts.
Milchick was nothing if not thorough, so he waited for her to catch her breath before telling her to remove the rest of her clothes. She could be hiding something on her upper back, after all.
Helly was hurt and humiliated. She felt like she had been raped. And now he wanted more? He’d seen her pussy and tits, so there was no great loss by removing her skirt and panties.
Helly stood and let her panties fall to the surprisingly clean restroom floor. She pulled her hose off. Then she removed her blouse and bra. She was stark naked standing before the security officer at her work, wearing nothing but her wristwatch and earrings. She knew this was illegal, but who could she report this to? She had to do what he said or risk getting hurt again. And she’d never be able to tell anyone but her co-workers, who would probably shrug and say it was her own fault.
“You happy now?” she said angrily, staring daggers.
But Milchick never smiled except during waffle parties. Work was work and this was just more work. He picked up her arms and scanned them. He ran fingers through her hair. He checked the soles of her feet. Then he humiliatingly asked her to bend over and spread her cheeks.
“Would it help if I say I’ve already seen your nude body countless times before?” Milchick said matter-of-factly. He didn’t look amused or anything.
It didn’t help. If anything, she felt betrayed by her outie now. “No!” she answered. “Wait, are we… together?”
“Doesn't matter. Maybe you’re a nudist on the outside. All that matters is this is just work for me.”
But it wasn’t just work. If he had done this before, then he had memories, good or bad, associated with her body. Her only consolation was that maybe he was lying. She bent over for him.
He thoroughly inspected her pink asshole and perineum for contraband. All he found were couple of tiny pieces of toilet paper stuck to her wrinkly butthole, but those were too small to write on.
Helly blushed hard from being forced to show her most private areas, even if he’d seen it all before. She felt like she was a prisoner in some federal facility. But she didn’t know why she knew what a prison intake process was like. Had she been to prison? Or did she just watch some prison movie?
“Looks like your outsides are clear,” Milchick said. Helly stared disrespectfully, showing the blatant obviousness of the statement. “Now I could search your vagina and anus…” Helly tightened in fear. “But I believe you when you say you swallowed it. So how long ago did you swallow it?”
Helly looked down and thought. “What time is it?”
“5:30.”
“About thirty minutes ago.”
“Okay. So try to vomit it up.”
“How?” Helly said, aghast.
“C’mon, you know how to make yourself throw up.” Milchick opened his mouth and pointed two fingers at his mouth.
“Actually, I’ve never done that before,” said Helly, hurt that he would suggest she would.
Milchick nodded, then swiftly punched Helly R. right in the gut. The nude woman wheezed and let out a short fart before falling to her knees.
Helly's face beet red, she looked up to Milchick with watery eyes. “Wheh-” she started to ask, but before she could complete her question, her stomach seized and she dry heaved. She took one breath and then successfully vomited her lunch onto the floor. After a few moments she composed herself.
Helly was furious. She thought about striking Milchick but took one look at him and remembered that he was much bigger than her, a nude skinny waif with vomit on her lips.
Looking at the viscera, Milchick asked, “Is any of this the message?”
With tears still flowing down her face, Helly swallowed some bile, winced, and said, “Yeah.”
“Remember you have to pass through the elevator. Shall I walk you there now?”
“No,” Helly quickly said. “It’s in a pen cap.”
“Like an office pen?”
Helly spit. “Yeah.”
“Looks like we’ll have to wait for it to come out the other end,” said Milchick. He wasn’t smiling but Helly knew he had to be getting some enjoyment out of this.
Helly groaned in misery. Here she was, naked on the office restroom floor, a puddle of her own vomit before her, hearing that, at the very least, security was going to be inspecting her bowel movement.
“C’mon,” she whined. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
“Apparently not, Helly. Stay here, I’m going to get the laxative.” With that, Milchick left the restroom. He immediately returned, “What am I thinking, I’m not leaving you alone.”
Despite Helly’s protestations, Milchick dragged her nude form to his office.
“This is ridiculous!” claimed Helly, whispering so as not to attract attention. “Someone’s going to see!”
“Dylan went home. Nobody’s here except Cobell. And she won’t care.” Helly cared, but knew her fears didn’t concern him. She stumbled through the identical hallways, humiliated despite their emptiness.
She would’ve been quite a sight to see. She was a pretty, going woman with a modest figure but a gorgeous face with a stunning smile (currently a frown). One could get lost in her deep blue eyes. And the workers here hadn’t seen any nude women in their lifetime, except for the occasional tempter.
At Milchick’s office, she was given a spoonful of laxative and made to sit in the restroom. Milchick had his own private restroom, but there was only one toilet, with no stalls. Helly felt like asking for privacy, but felt that Milchick was going to do what Milchick was going to do. He was her God now and she was at the mercy of his whims.
The laxative was quite efficient. Her stomach pains grew over several minutes and finally the bulky pen cap was ready to be let out, along with the contents of her lunch that she hadn’t already thrown up. This was a relief to Helly, who had been sitting nude under Milchick’s contemptuous eye for too long. Finally she could poop this little bugger out and go home and at least be unconscious for a while.
“It’s coming,” Helly admitted softly, staring at the floor and blowing out some quiet farts.
“Open your legs, I want to see it come out,” said Milchick. Helly started to protest, but the time to resist had been long over. She spread her legs wide and scooted forward on the toilet so she could make her anus more visible. Helly pressed her legs open with her hands, and looked away from Milchick so she could focus.
“Ungh…” This was no ordinary dump. The pen cap was small, but was causing her pain. Finally, some liquid poop shot out of her rectum, filling the toilet bowl with a terrifying mess. Helly silently cried as Milchick observed her shitting.
After a few minutes of humiliating defecation, Helly looked up at Milchick. “Can I go now?” she asked, her blue eyes now red with tears.
“I don’t think so. I didn’t see a pen cap.”
“C’mon, it had to have come out,” she whined. “I threw up, I shitted, I’m fucking empty, man.”
“I don’t think you are,” said Milchick. “And I think you know. You want to get dressed just to have the detectors go off and do this again? Look, I’ll let you go if you can reach in the bowl and pull out a pen cap.”
Helly’s face dropped. Just when she thought she hit rock bottom, she fell even lower. By the pain in her guts, the pen cap was still there, meaning that she probably wouldn’t get past the elevator. She could search through her shit water, but she was pretty certain she would find nothing.
“Well, what do you want me to do, Milchick?” asked an angry Helly. “What do you want me to do?”
Milchick pursed his lips and nodded.
***
“Stop it! Please!” yelled Helly. “It hurts!”
Helly R. was still nude in Milchick’s restroom, but now she was sprawled out on the floor. A very heavy Milchick was sitting reverse cowboy on her back, digging in her ass as she kicked her legs and flailed her arms. The large man said nothing as he sunk his index finger all the way into her panicked pink pucker to the knuckle. He swore he could feel something. Helly just swore.
Milchick applied some lube and twisted in two fingers. He could hear Helly scream and beg, but he just didn’t care. He had a job to do and he was going to do it. “Let not weakness live in your veins, Helly,” he told her. It was true: there was a Kier quote for every situation. She didn’t seem to care for it and continued her crying and moaning.
With his index and middle finger up Helly’s rectum, he could not delve as deep as before. But maybe by opening her further he could go deeper with one. He plunged his index back into her hot bottom. He felt nothing.
It was frustrating. By Helly’s complaints about stomach pain, the pen cap was clearly stuck inside. Unless she was making it all up? But why would she do that? Well, having banged Helly’s outie a few times, Milchick knew she was into some pretty sick shit. But Helly’s outie was not a fan of anal. It seemed unlikely she was getting off on a forced cavity search, especially after she had just defecated.
Milchick looked down at his fingers. The dark brown of his skin was coated in the light brown ooze of Helly’s rectal juices. Gross. He loved fucking her, especially her pretty red mouth, but this was not a turn on. He envied men who enjoyed this type of shit.
He wiped his fingers on her pouty white bottom and pressed his index finger back into her bootyhole. He twisted and curled the finger and suddenly he felt something! Finally, progress! He told Helly to push, and it seemed like she was obeying, but nothing was produced by her blossoming asshole. It was up to him to widen the pathway.
Getting three fingers into Helly’s tight sphincter was difficult. Even extra lube didn’t make it easy. But Milchick was nothing if not determined. Eventually, with lots of twisting, he got three fingers up Helly’s butt. No thanks to Helly. She was still quite determined to undermine the process by wiggling and bawling.
With a newly widened shithole, Helly’s guts would be more accessible, at least Milchick theorized. And truly, when he stuck his index finger in her, he seemed more capable of reaching the cap. He understood why it was stuck: it wasn’t a thin ink pen. It was the cap of a marker. Helly hadn’t thought this through. Who knows how long it would have been stuck inside if it weren’t for him? She probably would’ve needed a doctor.
“Push,” he told her.
With Helly pushing and Milchick rummaging in her filthy insides, the pen cap eventually surfaced. He pulled it out. The message had been extracted. All in a day’s work.
Helly breathed a sigh of relief as her ordeal came to a conclusion. She was exhausted and covered in sweat and other fluids. Milchick unmounted Helly, unwrapped the grotesque pen cap, and read the message. “I DON’T WANT TO WORK HERE.” Milchick chuckled.
“Another good try, though,” he told her.