Big Corp Inc. (G/T)

Part 25: Sexual Harassment

Mr. Hardon, when he didn't see Candy for half the day, was worried she had finally quit. He had been holding his urges back all this time to prevent such a result, so he was relieved to find Candy returned to her rightful post. He wasn't so pleased to witness Martin with her again, though. He felt that same disquieting possessiveness he had experienced earlier, especially with how obvious their infatuation was for each other. He hated the feeling. His stony heart wasn't accustomed to whatever this emotion was, and he didn't like it.

He hesitated before getting up out of his chair and stalking over. He kept far back enough that his shadow didn't give him away. He watched the little human as she started up her computer and got to work. As she typed, he noticed she was limping and seemed to be struggling to walk on her ankle. He figured this injury must be linked to her absence. So, she wasn't about to quit. He smirked. He stepped forward and plucked Candy up off the desk from behind. Predictably, she cried out and squirmed between his thick fingers.

"So, you finally decided to show up," the Giant boomed.

"I can explain!" Candy exclaimed, eyes wide. "I got trapped in the vending machine!"

"You... what?" Mr. Hardon took a second to process this odd statement before busting out a laugh. "That's hilarious!"

"It wasn't funny!" Candy protested with a scowl. Her facial expression, so severe on her cute little face, only made the Giant guffaw harder. Candy was frustrated by his lack of empathy, but she had to admit the whole thing was farcical.

"Of course, you'll have to make up your lost time with some overtime," the boss said casually.

Candy went white as a sheet. "No... please, Mr. Hardon, have mercy! I've already had such a bad day!"

"Too bad," he replied, his evil grin growing wider. "You brought this upon yourself, you know. You can't just show up to work whenever you feel like it. You have to be on time, just like everybody else." He chuckled again. "Stuck in a vending machine... how the hell did you manage that?" he muttered, more to himself than to Candy, as he returned her to the desk and wandered back into his office.

Candy stared at his colossal back as he left, her heart palpitating so fast she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. She was terrified; she suspected she was in imminent danger. She didn't know what Mr. Hardon had in store for her at the end of the day, but she knew it was nothing good. She prayed he wouldn't try to devour her alive again. Once was more than enough. Candy got back to work, dreading every minute that brought her closer to the end of the day. She thought about running away, or sneaking out before the end of the day, but she'd still have to come back the next day, and then she'd be in even more hot water. She had nowhere else to go, since she lived in the office now. Although, thankfully, nobody else was aware of her unusual choice of habitation.

Normally, when she watched every minute on the clock, the day would drag on. Since she was hoping the time would move slower, though, the day rocketed by with extraordinary rapidity. Mr. Hardon was counting down the minutes as well, slobbering with anticipation, his loins aflame with lust. He was having trouble restraining himself. In fact, he didn't even wait until the day was officially over before he couldn't stand waiting anymore. He hopped out of his seat and galloped over to Candy's cubicle. Without any preamble, he snatched her up in his fist, concealing her entirely inside his hand so her screams were muffled, and snuck her into his office. He shut the door behind him and opened his hand enough for Candy to stick her head out.

"What are you doing?" Candy complained fearfully, cowering in his hand. "The day isn't over yet!"

"I can't wait any longer," Mr. Hardon confessed with a sinister leer. Candy went quiet as the sight of his gargantuan, frightening visage, uncomfortably close, chilled her blood. His large pale eyes were wild with filthy desire, mentally undressing her as they roved over her body. She felt very self-conscious of how exposed she was, with her revealing clothing. She tried to pull her short skirt down over her thighs and covered her plump cleavage with her other arm. Mr. Hardon flopped his Giant body down into his chair and dropped Candy down on his lap. She tried to run away, but he roughly grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her back, forcing her onto his crotch. Candy froze up with fear when she realized what his intentions were. Apparently, he wasn't planning to eat her this time, but she felt terribly ill imagining what he was going to do to her instead.