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Archive-name: Violent/sysadmin.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: Sys Admins
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As the fluorescent light flickered at us from above, it could
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only lick at the sweat as it fell from her body. The fluids that trickled
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gently down her legs seemed to invite the tongue. Far be it from me to
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refuse an invitation, but the magnificence of the view was too precious to
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corrupt, at least just yet.
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Only minutes before, she had been waiting for the elevator just
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outside my door. Knowing she was alone, as was I, at least we could be
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alone together. Pulling her quietly into my office was a problem, for a
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second. Using my jacket over her face, she seemed dazed enough for her
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struggling to be rather moot.
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Large plastic wire-ties on her wrists behind her back and at her
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ankles seemed to encourage a great deal of energy from her oh-so-delectable
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body. Wrapping a wool scarf around her neck, stringing it behind a chair,
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and tying it to her bound wrists seemed to reduce the struggling sufficiently.
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Via a pair of wire cutters, the buttons of her blouse dropped to
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a more acceptable state. Pulling her blouse down her arms, I slid a blunt
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edge of the wire cutters between those luscious, but covered, mounds of
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flesh, making her breathing increase. It continued to increase as I gently
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squeezed the cutters and let the everything fall from seclusion.
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Unbuttoning her pants held no problems, but lowering them did. I
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firmly pulled back on neck portion of the scarf, waited for the gagging, and
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then slid them down as her hips raised off of the chair. Letting go, she
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squirmed for a moment.
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There she sat. Her head was wrapped in my jacket, her breathing
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labored. Her blouse now gathered at her wrists, and her pants at her ankles.
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Pushing a button, I started a CD. A bass guitar opened the sound as the
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band slowly caught up. Pacing around her chair, I refrained from touching
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her. She would expect it.
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Waiting for the CD to reach a better track, I set up the camera
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to get a full view of her. Pressing a few buttons, I made sure to keep the
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Kodak moment.
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Holding her at the knees, now, her tense body seemed to slowly
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relax. Knowing this would happen eventually, I removed my jacket from her.
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Her eyes held nothing I wasn't prepared to accept. Actually, they held
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an openness, as though to be filled.
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I knew I wouldn't make it home for a decent supper. First, I kissed
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her left thigh. She was already shuddering.
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Her clear voice barely held the whisper, "You Sys Admins are all
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alike."
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"Well, this is what we think of the girl next door."
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I could cut her ties now.
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