The Institute:Mishka's Spanking: Age Play Discipline Romance (5 page)

Quickly, I outlined the situation to Charlotte. She’s a nurse practitioner working for an orthopedic surgeon—he even lets her assist in some of the surgeries he does. She has the best job by far of the three of us but I can’t be jealous of her for it—she really busted her ass to get where she is. Not that getting a paralegal degree is all rainbows and unicorns but it’s not as complicated as what Charlotte is doing.

“Report him to Human Resources,” Charlotte said at once, when I finished the near-miss-stapler-to-the-head story for the second time.

I sighed. “We’ve been over that—you know I can’t! His uncle and father own the company. Human resources isn’t going to do jack shit about it!”

“Zoe…” Leah didn’t like harsh language.

“Sorry, Leah but you know it’s true. I just—”

Suddenly I heard a strange gurgling coming from the stall beside me. Uh-oh—was someone in there? Specifically, was Mindy the office tattletale taking notes?

“Hang on a minute, guys,” I told my friends in a low voice. “I’m not sure I’m alone in here.”

“Uh-oh,” Leah whispered.

I risked a glance down but didn’t see any feet at the bottom of the stall. My heart, which had started to pound, slowed a little. Whew—all safe, I had the bathroom to myself to bitch!

“Everything okay?” Charlotte asked.

“Yup. All clear.” I sighed again. “Look guys, I know I complain about my asshole boss—sorry Leah—all the time but this is the first time he’s actually
thrown
something at me. I swear I don’t know what is
wrong
with him!”

“He’s a jerk,” Charlotte said bluntly. “And he shouldn’t get away with it.”

“Right,” I muttered. “And he wouldn’t if I had the guts to quit. But I need this job too much—I’ll lose my apartment if I walk off now.”

“How about that law firm downtown?” Leah asked. “I thought you were going to put in an application there.”

“I did,” I said. “But they aren’t hiring right now. So I don’t—”

Suddenly the gurgling sound in the stall next to me started up again. Only this time it was louder—so loud in fact it sounded like the toilet was overflowing. And then I heard this weird music—kind of like a trumpet blast only louder.

“What the
Hell?”
I muttered, pushing open the door of my stall. What was going in the stall behind me? Was someone flushing the toilet and playing a trumpet at the same time? And if so, who was doing it? As far as I knew, we didn’t have any budding musicians at Lauder, Lauder and Associates. Or if we did you wouldn’t know it—I swear working at that place smothered every spark of creativity. Still, I decided to check out the noise. When I bent down, I still didn’t see any feet.

“Zoe? What’s going on?” Charlotte asked.

“Yeah—what’s that music?” Leah chimed in. Geeze, was it really so loud they could hear it on the other end of the phone?

“I don’t know,” I said. “But I’m going to find out.”

Which was absolutely the stupidest thing I could have done. But of course, I didn’t know it at the time. This being pre-abduction, as I said before.

Carefully, I tented my fingers and pushed lightly on the stall door. It swung open slowly revealing…nothing. Just a handicapped stall with railings on one side of the toilet and a sink with a mirror over it.

Wait…maybe not
nothing
.

The mirror over the sink was doing something weird. And by weird, I mean it wasn’t reflecting what I expected it to be reflecting—namely my reflection. Instead, it had a swirling pattern going on—a whirling ring of colors that spun outward from a single point. It looked like one of those hypno-gifs you see sometimes where you’re supposed to stare at it for two minutes and then close your eyes and look away and you’ll see something you’ve never seen before.

Well, I
was
about to see something I’d never seen before—and it was going to change my life—only I didn’t know it at the time.

Like a fool, I moved closer.

“Zoe? Zoe?” the voices of my two best friends pulled me back to reality. I looked down at the phone in my hand and realized I was just holding it limp at my side. When had I taken it away from my ear? And how had I gotten so close to the swirling mirror? I was standing right in front of it, almost close enough to touch it.

“Guys?” I started to lift the phone to my ear and that was when the swirling stopped and a face appeared.

Not
my
face—that would have been normal.

No, it was another face—an alien face—and it was staring at me, right out of the mirror.

I wanted to scream but all of the air seemed to have left my lungs somehow. What the hell was going on?

The alien face looked at me speculatively. It was male—that much was clear. Strong features and gold eyes with vertical pupils like a cat’s stared back at me. He had cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on and a nose that looked like it had been broken at least once. A neatly clipped mustache and goatee framed sensual lips that looked cruelly amused. He had dark red skin—almost maroon—I could see a lot of that because he appeared to be wearing a black, wife-beater type t-shirt that left his muscular arms bare.

Actually, except for the cat eyes and red skin, he looked strangely human. Well, except for the horns.

Did I mention he had freaking
horns?

Because he did—little short, sharp pointed ones, growing out either side of his forehead—right at his temples.

I stared at them, dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment. And that’s unusual for me because I’m almost always shooting off my mouth.

All I could think was,
the Devil.
Oh my God, the freaking Devil was staring at me from the mirror of the handicapped bathroom at Lauder, Lauder and Associates and I had no idea what to do.

My mind started going over all the things I’d done wrong recently. Okay, I might have fudged a little on my taxes. Using my laptop to check reports while I lay on the couch watching
Sherlock
reruns on Netflix counts as having a home office—right? And then there was the time I accidentally shoplifted a pair of socks. I forgot I had them in my hand and walked right out of the store with them. And then I was too embarrassed to bring them back so I guess I basically
stole
them but I didn’t mean to so—

Suddenly, the Devil spoke, ending my train of thought as thoroughly as though it had run into the side of a mountain.

“Yes,” he said in a deep, growling voice. “She is the one.”

The one for what? The one to drag straight down to Hell and poke in the ass with a fiery pitchfork? Oh my God, was cheating on my taxes and shoplifting socks
that
bad?

“I…I’m sorry,” I stuttered but just then another voice—a piping, high voice like a Disney animal—answered him.

“If you are certain this female is the one Your Eminence requires, then I shall begin the transport at once.”

Transport? What Transport? Instinctively, I began backing away from the haunted mirror to Hell but then the swirling started again. And this time there was a wind that went with it.

A sucking, howling wind that dragged at me, pulling me towards the mirror.

“Help!” I screamed, or tried to scream, anyway. My voice was lost in the vortex as I was pulled closer and closer to the mirror.

My feet left the floor and I put out my hands, trying to stop my forward momentum. My phone clattered into the sink and I could hear Leah and Charlotte shouting on the other end of it but their voices seemed tiny and distant.

My hand connected to the mirror…and sank into it. I gasped in fear as I saw first my hand and then my whole arm swallowed up in the swirling psychedelic colors. My other hand and arm followed and suddenly the mirror was right in front of my face.

And then I felt myself getting sucked in completely. Lauder, Lauder and Associates disappeared and the last thing I heard was my two best friends frantically screaming my name.

Then…nothing.

Who knew the gateway to Hell was located in the employees’ bathroom?

Zoe

At first I couldn’t see anything but a hazy rainbow—maybe the after effects of the psychedelic bathroom-mirror-portal-thing I’d been sucked into. Then the swirling colors faded and I found I was looking up into five faces—at least, I
thought
they were faces. They certainly weren’t human faces though, that was for sure. Maybe they were demons? That would make sense although they didn’t look like any demons I had ever seen. Also, the floor I was lying on was cold—like
freezing.
Wasn’t Hell supposed to be hot?

I blinked groggily and had a blurred impression of dull silver metal walls surrounding me.

“Where am I? Is this Hell?” I croaked.

“The Pure One wakes,” one of them announced in the high, piping tones I recognized as the Disney character voice I’d heard before. Great, I’d been dragged into the afterlife by the demon version of Bambi. Or something that
sounded
like Bambi, anyway—it sure as Hell (pardon the pun) didn’t look like him. None of them did.

Ten bulging purple eyeballs on long stalks studied me with apparent interest. The eyes were connected to long, slender blue bodies that looked like some mad scientist had decided to grow three foot long earthworms and dye them indigo. They weren’t completely worm-like though—they each had multiple pairs of arms with long, claw-like fingers.

Fingers that were currently reaching for me.

“No…
no!
” I gasped, trying to roll away from them. “Get
away
from me!”

“Be cautious! The Pure One is agitated!” Bambi squeaked and the worm-like demon creatures slithered hurriedly out of my way, obviously not too eager to be squished into worm pâté.

Suddenly, I saw the Devil again. He leaned over me and I froze at once, startled to see his handsome, horned face staring at me upside down.

“Be still,” he commanded. “Tazaxx doesn’t take damaged goods and I’ve already spent most of my reserves buying your ridiculously expensive hide. I can’t afford another Pure One.”

“Another
what?”
I demanded, trying to sit up.

“At least you look the part,” he remarked, his golden eyes roving over my body. “Those curves—Gods, no wonder the Ancient Ones wanted your pitiful little planet protected. You’d have been raided eons ago if every female on your world looks like you.”

“I…my…
what?”
The way he was looking at me made me feel naked. Then I looked down and realized I
was.
I was completely nude—
butt-nekked
to borrow a phrase from my very Southern grandma.

Not only was I naked, I was lying there on display like some kind of pale freckled, red-headed buffet for the Devil and all his minions to feast on. Well, if he
was
the Devil. Some of what he’d been saying had penetrated my foggy brain and I was beginning to have my doubts about that, despite the red skin, golden eyes, and horns.

I had no doubt about covering myself, though. I pulled my knees up to my chest and crossed my ankles tight. I own my curves but I’m still shy about showing them off in the nude—especially to a Devil-looking man who had just dragged my ass through a mirror and was eyeing me like I was some kind of Victoria’s Secret angel sent just for him.

“There’s no need to hide yourself,” he remarked sarcastically. “I’ve already seen it all—you’ll be most pleasing to Tazaxx. To any male, for that matter.”

“What are you
talking
about?” I demanded, lifting my chin.

He seemed awfully tall and big but maybe that was just because I was huddled on the ground and he was looming over me.

“Are you the Devil? And is this Hell?” I asked, needing to make sure. “Because if it is, I swear I didn’t mean to take those socks. If you’ll just return me to my home I promise I’ll dig them out of my sock drawer and take them back right away. I’ll pay double what they cost—
triple
even.
”

The Devil frowned at me, his luscious, cruel lips twisting with the expression. Which raised yet another question—was the Devil supposed to be hot? I mean, in the sexy sense—not the actual temperature sense like all of Hell was supposed to be hot. Oh God, I was rambling, even to myself. I was in so much trouble here…

“What is she talking about?” he asked someone I couldn’t see. “She’s not making any sense.” He stabbed a finger at one of the blue worm-like creatures. “You told me the transfer process wouldn’t hurt her mental ability. I need a perfect specimen. Tazaxx won’t trade for an idiot—not even a fucking gorgeous one.”

“I believe, Master, that the female is referring to an Earth religion,” a crisp voice that put me in mind of a proper English butler stated. “The religion says that those who do evil are sent to a region called ‘Hell’ after death to pay for their crimes. There they are persecuted by a fallen deity who torments them forever in a lake of fire.”

“I would hardly call shoplifting socks ‘evil’,” I protested. “I mean, wrong, yes but evil—no. At least, not enough to get dragged down to Hell. Which I’m guessing this is
not?”
I added hopefully.

The Devil—(or not-Devil? Now I didn’t know what to call him)—rumbled laughter.

“No, little Pure One, this is not your Hell. Look around—do you see any lake of fire?”

“N-no,” I admitted.

“Then what would make you think this is your version of damnation?” he asked, his deep voice sounding genuinely confused.

“I believe, Master, that would be due to your…
ahem
horns,” the proper butler voice said.

I looked around—where was that voice coming from? There appeared to be a tiny golden insect sitting on the not-Devil’s broad shoulder. But could such a tiny thing speak?

“My horns? You have a problem with my
horns?”
The look on his chiseled features darkened—the amused expression sliding away from his handsome face. His cat-eyes glowed an even more brilliant gold for a moment and he seemed to get even bigger somehow. His skin got even redder and the scowl on his face made him look absolutely terrifying.

I gave a little squeak and scooted away from him as well as I could. Unfortunately, my bare butt seemed frozen to the cold metal floor so I didn’t get too far. What I wouldn’t give for some panties—even some big old cotton granny panties would do. In fact, they would be
great
—they would help me slide instead of sticking to the damn floor! Okay, my mind was going on a tangent again. This was bad. Really bad.