Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Chapter 6

“Piper, in my office, now!”

Piper sighed and marched into Grant’s office. He did a quick double take as he admired her body, but he remained professional.

“The Satellar report! It’s missing an entire section! I just covered for you in front of our clients, but I got my ass reamed out there!”

“Sorry Grant… I worked as hard as I could! It… I just didn’t have the info I needed from Mark!”

“Well, did you talk to him?” he barked.

“Yes! He…” she didn’t actually want to rat him out. But maybe she should.

“Did you contact him over the weekend? You should’ve!”

Piper remained silent.

“Listen, I don’t care. Get it done next time, okay? And I read the Cropco report. Good job.”

“Thanks, Grant.”

“Ok, that’s it.” He waved her away.

Grant was tough and demanding, but he definitely had his redeeming points. This was all Mark’s fault!

Piper marched straight to Mark’s desk, intending to give him a piece of her mind… but he wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t there. It was only 9:10 AM, and he never showed up on time. She drove her fist into his desk, breaking off a corner section.

“Eep!” Glancing around furtively, she quickly snuck away back to her own seat.

Twenty minutes later, Mark came strolling in, finger pistols blazing. Piper clenched her fists hard, shattering the pen in her hand and staining her skin with ink.

Goddammit! Piper thought. Just the sight of him alone caused her problems!

She stormed to the restroom to wash the black ink off of her hands. On the way back, she saw Mark and his colleagues laughing and making “pow pow” sounds at each other as they holstered their “pistols.”

That was it! Piper was so fucking sick of Mark, and this was the last goddamn straw.

“Mark?” she said with saccharine sweetness, barely masking her rage. “Can we talk?”

Still laughing, he turned his head. Immediately, his mirth turned into shock. The flaming redheaded beauty took the bullets right out of his guns.

“Piper?!” he uttered in disbelief.

“In private?” she batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly.

“Yeah! Ok!”

She held back her disgust as Mark pistoled his idiot friends goodbye.

They made their way into an unoccupied meeting room.

“Hey Piper, is this about that AutoShop report? I’m almost done, I swear. You’ll be cool with Grant.” He pointed at her once again and cocked his gun with his thumb.

That is it!

Piper reached out at superhuman speed, gripping his hairy knuckles with her own feminine hand, sliding her thumb underneath his extended index finger and wrapping the rest of her hand over his thumb. She had his mostly closed fist trapped in her vice-like hold, with just his index finger sticking out.

“Mark. It was the CropCo report. Grant already chewed me out.”

“Piper! You’re hurting me!”

“No shit, idiot. It should be your ass on the line.” She squeezed a little harder.

“Ow! Ow! Fuck, how are you so strong!?”

“I’m just really fucking pissed, Mark.”

“Please! Stop squeezing me so hard!!” His fingers were turning purple. He grasped at her dainty wrist and tried to pry her off, but to no avail.

Piper smiled. This was fun. She felt herself growing aroused, remembering how she had broken Peter’s rib with nothing but the exquisite curves of her breasts. Closing her eyes and imagining that it was her husband, she squeezed Mark’s hand just a little bit harder, and… pop!

His index finger was bent at a weird angle. Piper opened her eyes to the sight of him about to scream. She stifled it by covering his mouth faster than he could give voice to his pain. He moaned and trembled as he stared at her in terror, tears filling his eyes. The pain ratcheted up as he could hear his bones creaking under her tightening grip.

“Don’t point your stupid fingers at me anymore,” she ordered him darkly.

He could only nod, his speech silenced by her powerful hand. God, Piper’s supercharged heart was racing, pumping fiery arousal through her veins! Dominating and injuring her eternal tormenter at work was so freeing!

“And fucking do your job. Otherwise, I’ll have to pay you another visit.” She grew wet as she watched him obey her every word. It was oh-so-tempting to squeeze his jaw just a little bit harder...

But, slowly, she let Mark go. He whimpered and clutched his broken hand against his torso as he wilted under Piper’s sneer.

“And you better not tell anyone about this, Mark. Otherwise…”

She made a finger gun and mimed firing a shot at him. It was all she could do not to laugh at the terrified expression on his face as she made her way out.

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Piper smiled wide as she entered the front door to her house only fifteen minutes after 5:00 PM. With a big sigh of satisfaction, she laid her purse down gently, kicked off her heeled shoes, sat down on their torn couch, and rested her heels on the table. She hadn’t felt hungry all day, and since apparently further food didn’t actually do anything for her, she didn’t particularly feel like eating.

Peter came home fifteen minutes later. A lusty gaze appeared on his face as his vision landed on his transformed nubile wife. Piper’s normal black skirt she wore to work suddenly did not seem modest enough, barely covering her upper thigh. Her bare, sleek, luscious legs were on full display, extended to their full length. Even her feet, which had utterly dominated, drained, and damaged him last night, against his will… he wanted to fall to his knees and suck on her perfect, painted toes.

A broken rib was a small price to pay for his fantasies of his super wife, and it would heal eventually. Life was good.

“Hey Pip!”

“Hey Petey! You got any more of that serum for me?”

“Oh, uh… I thought we got pretty lucky once already. Actually, I had a pretty close call at work just for sneaking it out the first time.”

Suddenly Piper’s face took on a terrifyingly stern expression.

“You’re seriously worried about your job?”

“Well, yeah, Pip! Steve has been stalking me at work, and I’ve been kind of secretly working on this instead of actually doing my job… and Maria kind of bailed me out…” he suddenly saw the look on her perfectly sculpted face and registered that Piper’s anger might be the most serious danger he’d ever been in before. “Oh, and, uh… maybe we got lucky with the first batch! Yeah! What if something bad happens to you after another dose?”

“And what if something good happens?” she countered.

Peter’s face paled. “Okay, okay, I’ll work on it when I can. I don’t have much time right now, but…”

Piper looked at him with an unchanging expression. Suddenly, the old, fading coffee table cracked under her heels before it split in half. Piper had driven her foot right through it! She extracted her leg from the wooden splintered mess and crossed it languidly across her other, perfect limb.

“Oh… oh fuck! Okay, Piper, I’ll do it! Top priority, I swear!” He was still more aroused than scared.

“Much better.” Piper smirked.

“So um… Pip…” he addressed her meekly. “...What’s for dinner?”

She sighed. She really didn’t feel like cooking tonight. Without the pangs of hunger, her own mediocre meals sounded completely unappetizing. Wait, why should she do all the cooking anyway?

“I dunno. Whatever you make,” she replied flatly, coming to her decision.

“You mean… you’re not gonna cook?”

“I’m not hungry, Peter.” She paused for thought. Suddenly, it struck her. “And I’m not interested in eating, especially if you don’t have any more serum involved.”

“But what about me? I’m hungry!” he whined.

“You don’t understand, do you, Petey? I’m in charge now. If I don’t want to do something, I won’t. And if I want you to do something, you do.”

Piper hadn’t used her new superhuman speed, but Peter cowered in fear as she approached him confidently, dominantly, ominously. He was still taller than her by a full head, but he instinctively hunched over and looked up at her. She was upon him before he even knew it. He held out his hands to try and stop her approach.

Piper leaned forward, pressing her unforgiving breasts into his arms, forcing them to fold against his the wall behind him, and then rubbing those impossibly erotic mounds against his tender rib.

“Pi… Piper… you’re scaring me!” he moaned in pain.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all hard for me?” she sneered as she gripped his fully erect shaft through his jeans. She dug her fingers into his pockets, poked through the flimsy fabric with her fingers, gave him a few steely strokes, and enjoyed the rush of blood into Peter’s ever-stiffening cock before letting go. She also backed off with her chest, relieving the pressure exerted on his chest by her own, superior breasts.

Peter could only whimper as Piper trod away, stamping the remaining bits of coffee table into even smaller splinters with her bare feet.

“Oh, and as for tonight? If you want to have sex with me, I’ll break another part of you. Otherwise, you’re fucking your hand. Take your time and think it over carefully.”

Piper smirked at the conflicted look on his face. Without giving him a second glance, she walked up the stairs to their bedroom, swaying her hips and letting him catch glimpses up her skirt as he meekly followed behind, bent over in pain, serving as a reminder to her terrifying threats while her sleek, smooth thighs and tight bubble butt teased and tortured his arousal.