Whistleblower's Punishment

Chapter 19

Please take note! Adults Only Literature

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

If you are an underage minor or offended by such material -or- if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Email HarryBerg01@aol.com with your comments.

Copyright 2005

****

Loud voices startled Ron awake. Groggy with a mind-numbing headache it took him several minutes to realize he was in a pitch-black room strapped into some kind of wrap-around chair with built in speakers located inches from his eardrums. The fact that he was totally naked added to his anxiety. It took another minute for him to recognize the voices having the short conversation that was being repeated over and over again. Oh my God, this is what this is all about realized Ron squirming in fear when the conversation started over.

"Ron Jeffers, Nevada Power." Ron had answered the phone as usual

"Enron Energy Trading, It's Kay Rawlings."

"Hi Kay, what's up?" said Ron relaxing at the sound of a familiar voice. He'd forgotten he'd left the tape recorder on that was connected to his telephone. Ron often secretly recorded his conversations with managers and subordinates of the giant energy company. He liked to play them back later and see if he had missed some subtlety in the caller's conversation. Ron was a cautious person with a streak of paranoia developed in his years as a manager and executive. At the time of Kay's call, he was the Director of his company's largest coal fired power plant located on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

"They want you to find an excuse to go off line this afternoon," said Kay sounding nervous.

"Who are they?" asked an incredulous Ron. For the last several days, Ron had been devoting his full attention and considerable expertise to maximizing the huge plant's kilowatts of output.

"My management, Enron, they think California Power Authority needs a little push to agree to our revised pricing."

"Kay, you're talking about creating havoc in the entire state of California. The grid is barely keeping up with demand as it is and it's not peak for another two hours. Temperatures are supposed to go into the nineties in the Los Angeles basin."

"They know that. And that's why we need you to find some excuse to take your station offline. Tell them a turbine fan has developed cracks and has to be shut down for repair. Just think of something."

"No way, Kay. People will die. You're talking about cutting off the electricity to hospitals, sanitariums, and old people who can't take the heat."

"I'm asking you to do this as a favor to me. Don't I count for something to you?"

"Whoa, you think just cause we made love a few times, that I should cut the power to forty million people?"

"My job is ridding on it," said Kay a tone of desperation creeping into her voice.

"Then get another job."

"This is serious, Ron. Do it or I'll tell your wife about us. I'd hate to have to do that."

"Tell her what?" asked Ron although he knew the answer to the question. He had met Kay Rawlings a year ago in Washington DC. He was attending a conference organized by the Federal Power Commission. After a long day of boring workshops and seminars, he was helping himself to the free drinks in the Enron hospitality suite when Kay introduced herself. Ron was pushing fifty, balding, and thirty pounds overweight. He ego took a serious boost based on the fact that a younger and highly attractive female was paying attention to him hanging on his ever word and laughing at his jokes.

Things progressed rapidly as the two hit it off. Ron was flattered when Kay invited him to dinner. Over a delicious meal accompanied by several bottles of wine at a four star restaurant, Kay let it be known that she was a single mom with a thirteen-year-old daughter.

"The pace is a killer. I work twelve hours a day in Enron's Energy Trading Operation," was how Kay described her job. "Every quarter they adjust my quota. It's harder and harder to make my numbers."

. She also informed Ron that she found him attractive and did not have much opportunity to enjoy herself between work and taking care of a thirteen year old.

"The bottom line is that I'm available for a one night stand," was how Kay candidly summed it up. "Whatever happens at this conference stays at this conference. I just hope you don't think I am a total slut,' was her follow on comment that served as a prelude to an invitation to spend the night.

The two made a trail of discarded clothes from the door of her hotel room to the bed. The sex had been torrid reminding Ron how in comparison sex with his wife had grown routine and passionless over the last few years.

"I'd always heard that Mormon men were incredible in bed but I didn't believe it. You're an incredible fuck," said Kay after a long session of lovemaking that had left them breathless.

"A result of following the teaching of Brigham Young. He encouraged us to go forth and multiply," was Ron's less than witty reply.

Twice since then he and Kay had gotten together. He'd been invited to Houston to address a symposium on future growth in demand sponsored by Enron. Kay had spent several nights in his hotel suite. Two months ago, Kay had vacationed in Las Vegas. She had greeted him in her suite at the Mirage dressed in sheer black lingerie that gave him an instant erection. The sex had been incredible, the best ever in Ron's experience.

Kay called occasionally to discuss business. Ron provided her with tidbits of inside information about the plant's power output and scheduled downtime .He figured those were small favors in return for some unbelievable sex. Still it was one thing to hand out snippets of practically public information and another to impact the lives of millions. Kay had not realized that at his core, Ron had a sense of decency and responsibility.

"I hate to think that you're kind of person," said Ron genuinely surprised that he had misjudged her to that extent.

"Listen, I've told management that you would cooperate. Please do this for me. My job is truly on the line. I have a daughter to support."

"Kay, you're working for the wrong people. What you are asking me to do is just plain wrong."

"I meant it about telling Maureen," said Kay referring to Ron's wife by name.

"That's something I will just have to deal with. But I'm asking you not to."

"Please, I'll fly out there next week. We can get together. I'll do anything you want," said Kay. "Anything, I mean it."

"Kay, you are embarrassing yourself. I thought you were a better person than that," said Ron. "I've got to go, now. Don't ever call me again."

A half hour later, the CEO had called to tell Ron that he was being immediately replaced as Plant Manager. His replacement promptly took the plant offline for the afternoon resulting in rolling blackouts throughout the state of California. Several deaths were blamed on the power outages. Ron was left to function in a meaningless job as consultant to a plant that he had managed for almost a decade. A month ago Ron in a spate of bitterness had duplicated the recording he secretly made of his conversation with Kay and anonymously sent the copy to the Federal Power Commission. The FPC was currently investigating the incredible run up in prices that forced California to pay additional billions for electrical power during that summer of shortages. The state was suing Enron to recover the overcharges. Ron felt that the recording proved Enron's complicity in price fixing.

But in the weeks that had gone by since he dropped the cassette in the mail to an FPC Commissioner, Ron had not heard a word about the case. Sometime close to midnight Friday, he heard a noise in his bedroom. He awakened just in time to see men with ski mask covered faces in his bedroom. As he was about to scream, he saw a small blue light and immediately became paralyzed.

"Tasers make abductions a cinch," said the man standing over a paralyzed twitching Ron holding a small black plastic object.

"His wife's got a nice set of tits," said a voice from the other side of the bed.

"Plenty time for that later, sedate her," said the man taking a syringe out of his pocket uncapping it and plunging it into Ron's arm.

"Guy's got quite a family," said the other man.

"Typical Mormon family, lots of kids, makes it fun for us."

"Yeah, wonder if any of his girls still got their cherry," was the last thing Ron heard.

After that it was blackness until Ron woke up with the conversation he'd recorded blasting his ears. He sat there in the pitch black terrified.

It's hard to believe that Enron would have an executive and his family kidnapped thought Ron trying to ignore his far too loud audio input. I've heard they were a cutthroat operation but kidnapping is a serious crime. Did they take Maureen and the kids? Surely not, you don't abduct an entire family of eight. That's insane. We'll be missed.

Ron's reverie was interrupted by the click of a light being switched on. He was immediately bathed in bright light from an overhead source. It formed a tight circle on the floor around him. Other than the small area, the rest of the area remained in darkness.

"Hi, I'm Katie," said a woman appearing suddenly before his face. Ron had been so startled he sounded a little yelp like a small dog whose tail had been stepped on. Kate was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.

"What?" was all Ron managed before the face of a younger female face appeared right beside that of the one who called herself Katie. She was quite pretty, dressed similarly but her short shirt revealed a jeweled belly button.

"And I'm Beth Anne. She's my Mom," said the new arrival.

"Where am I?" muttered Ron.

"You are at the Enron Punishment Center. Beth Anne and I have been assigned to your case," said Katie.

"Punished for what?" asked Ron. "Let me go this instant."

"Let's not waste time with stupid evasions. You secretly recorded a conversation with one of our associates. The conversation was potentially very damaging to Enron in a case currently in the courts. Enron is very committed to punishing those who would do or attempt to do it harm. That's why you and your family have been brought here," said Beth Anne.

"My family had nothing to do with that. They don't know anything about the tape. Let them go," said Ron.

"Enron's senior management takes a broader, more paternalistic view of guilt. You tried to hurt the Enron family therefore your entire family must suffer. It's our job to make sure that the Jeffers family suffers horribly for what you did," said Katie.

"Suffer, you mean torture?" said Ron having difficulty processing what was happening.

"Torture is such a passé term. Mother and I like to think of ourselves as Pain Engineers," said Beth Anne.

"Since you are awake, we can get started. Beth Anne and I put a lot of thought into what was an appropriate to begin and decided on the obvious. Since you manage a plant that produces electricity, it seems only fair that we shock you out of your mind," said Katie picking up a handful of wires from a nearby table.

"Don't do this, I beg you," said Ron. "I've got a bad heart. I might die."

"No, you don't Ron. Your last stress test showed you were in decent shape for a chubby dude approaching fifty," said Beth Anne.

"We are not going to kill you but you will wish you were dead," said Katie attaching an electrical lead to his big toe.

Ron watched in horror as they attached leads to his toes, fingers, back of his knees, nipples, and ears. They placed a metal band around his head.

"Ready to tilt him, Mom?" asked Beth Anne.

"Yes, tilt away. We have a schedule to keep," said Katie.

Ron could see Beth Anne reach down and push a button. His chair slowed rotated backward elevating his feet and lowering his head. Ron saw the circle of steel tubing on each side of the chair.

"This chair model is a big improvement over the old one," commented Katie.

"It has more positions than the driver's seat in a Mercedes Benz 500S," added Beth Anne

They could turn me upside down realized Ron as the electric motor smoothly titled him backwards.

Ron felt movement under his butt. Airflow caused him to realize that his naked bottom was now exposed.

"Got to connect up the dickie," said Beth Anne taking Ron's cock in his hands and pulling it out straight.

"Don't mix up the wires. We wouldn't want to shock the wrong ball," said Katie.

"Sheesh, Mother, like I haven't done this a half dozen times," responded Beth Anne. "The lead marked with an L is on his left nut and the R lead is on the right."

"Just checking, you know how Andy feels about mistakes," said Katie.

"Like he would ever know what nut we shocked," said Beth Anne.

"Andy, no but Lea might. You know what a stickler she is when it comes to causing pain," said Katie.

Ron felt a warm mouth engulf the head of his cock. The easily recognizable sound of someone noisily sucking cock filled the room.

"My God," whined Ron.

"Beth Anne, what are you doing?" asked Katie.

"Sucking his dick," answered Beth Anne. "He's got a big one with a perfect mushroom head. You know how much I love mushrooms."

"May I ask why? We have a tight schedule to keep."

"Just felt like it. He's well hung and I'm orally in need."

"He could stand to lose some weight. Hold his cheeks apart," said Katie.

"For the love of God, don't," cried Ron as a pair of hands grabbed his buttocks and pulled them apart. Seconds later, a lubricated finger pushed past his anus. He felt the finger pressing his anal ring. He squeezed to stop the penetration.

"Relax, Ron, absolutely no point in resisting. This is going up your ass if I have to hammer it inside," said Katie.

Katie turned out to be right. Ron moaned when his rectum was filled with a slender metal cylinder. For a moment, it was fiery pain but that quickly subsided. Beth Anne had returned to sucking his cock. In spite of his very real terror, he was getting an erection.

"Are you actually going to blow him?" Katie asked Beth Anne.

"You know how I love to suck cock," answered Beth Anne as she swirled her tongue around the head of Ron's manhood.

"Children, you work hard to raise them right and they turn out to be cock sucking whores in spite of everything. Ron, any of your girls into oral?"

"My girls, No, they're good girls," said Ron with a touch of indignation.

"Hate to disillusion you, Ron, but even good girls like the way a man's cock feels in their mouth. There is nothing quite as satisfying as having a fat roll of warm man meat grow from soft to hard as you suck it. It's as if you are making it come alive. And the musky smell makes even the best of good girls start to generate lube and feel an itch in her twat. Add to that a slight hint of urine with a trace of salty pre-cum and cock sucking is definitely a treat. Let's not forget the grande finale when a good girl's tongue is coated in semen that she rolls over her taste buds filling her mouth with flavor. Personally, I get off on the experience of swallowing the load. I adore the sensation of cum slowly passing down my esophagus into my tummy," said Katie.

"You're sick," said Ron.

"True, but I'm not the one who's about to experience the most painful moments of their life," said Katie. "Need any help, Beth Anne?"

"Not really, but I am always willing to share my toys. You taught me that," responded Beth Anne.

"Ron, you like the way my daughter is sucking your cock?" asked Katie.

"Yes, I can't help it. I'm only human," responded Ron.

"Have you ever had two woman suck your dick at the same time?"

"No, I can't recall," said Ron unable to control his response to Beth Anne's skilled ministrations.

"How about a mother and daughter at the same time?"

"No, never," said Ron.

"Well, let me expand your horizons," said Katie kneeling down beside Beth Anne.

Ron in spite of his situation and the attendant fear of electrical torture began building toward a climax. The sound of two females loudly slurping and licking his cock filled the room. Ron had tried to hold back but the warm mouths of the two women overcame his will power.

"I'm going to cum," shouted Ron when he could no longer hold back.

Ron convulsed as his muscles contracted to force as much semen as possible into the mouth that was sucking greedily on his piss hole. Fingers pressed his balls to extract the last drop of jism.

Ron watched in amazement as Mother and Daughter slowly stood up together. They were wrapped in a tight embrace kissing passionately.

"You give a great snowball, Mom," said Beth Anne once the embrace was broken.

"You too, darling. Now we need to get changed. We got a man to torture."