48 hours earlier;

The whole incident had been caught on CCTV. Security had been something that Stella had never skimped on. She had seen too much in her time in the City. Her budget for security was bottomless. It always had been. Every area of every floor within her building covered by sound and vision. But covered on a covert basis. No big shouting cameras that pretended to be a deterrent. Rather, invisible cams that blended seamlessly with the minimalist design of the company brand and didn't put clients off.

The man was cuffed to overhead pipes. Twenty four hours earlier the senior trader had cornered Elise in a stationary store on the ground floor. That too had been caught on camera. He had forced himself on her - firstly mauling and feeling her breasts through the silk of her blouse. And then ripping the blouse open so that her tits were out. Out and proud as he put it. Then his hands were up inside her skirt. They were up her skirt far too long for it to be just an exploratory feel. And from the expression on Elise's face his fingers were inside her. Her eyes rolled and her tongue slipped across the width of her lipsticked mouth. That assault had lasted the best part of one hour. He had had the last word.

"Get used to this slut, we are going to have regular get togethers like this."

Most women would have been screaming and bellowing had something like this happened to them. But with Elise there was an eerie almost surreal and scary calm. She had absorbed an hour of this man doing things to her and barely a groan had come out of her mouth. Her revenge, if revenge is the right word played out over a longer, a much longer period. She had got this guy to the basement easily. He had thought he had her where he wanted her after what he had done. In his mind quite laughably, he had scared her shitless and more to the point had scared her into some kind of utter submission. Wrong! Once she had him down there, his trousers around his ankles, underpants stretched between his knees, he thought she was going to give him a blow job. Wrong!

"If you move in any way, other than the way I tell you, I will slip this knife in and cut your spinal cord. You'll be paralysed for life. That's if I don't finish you off whilst you are helpless to stop me."

Stella had never heard Elise use this tone of voice. Or even heard her show so much emotion. The fact that she talked words of clinical knowledge and cruelty was the biggest cause for concern. She was holding a lethal looking stiletto bladed knife at the base of the spine of the man. The digital CCTV system was so high definition that when zoomed in on, the dent of the knife into the flesh, threatening to pierce that flesh could clearly be seen. The man in question turning out to be as gutless as his earlier actions suggested, was so shocked that he just complied.

"You're a fucking nutter."

Just about the only words he could muster up as Elise cuffed one hand, brought it up and told him to raise his other hand so that they could be secured just so. The rattle of steel cuff chain on the pipe was pretty acute and brought a stark clarity to what was happening. When she coaxed the erection Elise did it almost in a clinical way. She was doing it because it was a required thing. It was a requirement of what she did next that this man have an erection. Stella had never seen a man destroyed before her eyes before. But when she saw this recording for the first time that is what she was seeing. She had watched the footage many times since, and she had spotted many other things, many other nuances, but that first time she was witnessing the destruction of a man by a woman. To say it chilled her to the bone would be something of an understatement. There was no chance, not even the slightest chance that Elise could survive in the form of keeping her job, but to an extent the girl had Stella's vote. Stupid man, a man who was approaching the top of his game, and then to throw it all away by doing what he did to Elise. He had to go as well. He wasn't fired, he was pensioned of. He after that incident was unable to work again. Indeed, it was unlikely that he would ever get over what happened to him. A classic, chilling lesson in losing absolute control, and dignity to a woman who was clearly unhinged.

"You have no idea. You really don't."

Even the way Elise peeled the condom onto the man's erection was like clinical in fashion. She used her manicured fingers on and around the cock in a teasing like way because that was what she needed to do in order to maintain the erection. Difficult to comprehend really, at a time like that, a time of unimaginable stress and anxiety, that this man could even provide his own cock with enough blood to feed that erection. That said more about Elise and her ability and her 'skill' than about him though.

"You make even a sound and I'll cut your ball sack open and let them fall to the floor."

She had rubbed herself right up against him, using her femininity and her sexuality in a way that was disturbing at best. She raised a nylon sheathed knee up between his legs, that rasping sound of sheer nylon on hairy make legs quite distinct and loud. Listening to her voice and the way she whispered those words, there was no doubt that she meant what she was saying. There was no doubt that the man believed every single word she was saying. He wouldn't have known though, what she really would have done, had he cried out, or made any sound at all, would have been to simply slice open the ball sack, right underneath and then let the testicles fall out and dangle on their own strings, bouncing a little to maximise the pain. He wouldn't have known that of course. How could he? It was just as well. If he had thought anything like that could happen his noises might have been involuntary, and then the worst case scenario would have happened anyway.