Whistleblower's Punishment
Copyright© 2026 by Ted E. Bear
Chapter 19
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19 - A fictional account of how a female executive who attempts to divulge the wrong doings of her employer is brought to heel by senior management. Kidnapped, savagely raped and tortured then forced to watch and abet the gang rape of her daughter are among the steps taken to foster company loyalty.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Daughter BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial Black Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts
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.