"I really love the way you punish me!" said the girl. "Well, that's very good Alison. Especially since.. .well, since.. . "
"Since what?"
"Well, I'll tell you something, I'm used to getting what I want. And I want you. I want to fuck you. Often. So, I'm afraid you won't be going back to the office. I'm afraid you will have new duties now. You are not my secretary anymore. You are my sex slave, now. And I am your master."
The man stared at the girl with a strange blazing in his eyes. He grabbed the girl's wrists together roughly.
"Do you understand?" he asked her. There was no trace of a smile in his eyes or voice. This man was serious.
Alison gulped nervously.
"I AM YOUR MASTER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?? ! ! " He slapped the girl across the face.
Alison went flying off the bed. She landed with thump on the hard floor. "Y-yes, sir.. . " she murmured weakly. Well, maybe the job would have its ups and downs. But what great fringe benefits!
One
"Miss Jones, come in here, please."
Alison jumped when she heard her boss's voice come over the intercom. She was a little afraid of him. He was terribly sexy, but there was something in his manner that made her feel threatened.
She got up from her desk and grabbed her steno pad. She prayed Mr. Hoover didn't want her to take dictation-she was terrible at it.
If Alison only knew ... she hadn't been hired for her secretarial skills.
She was hired for her looks, plain and simple. lb put it succinctly, Alison was gorgeous. Straight out of high school, she had wholesome, all-American looks, like something out of a magazine.
She had long blond hair which drifted down to the nape of her neck.
She had taut firm breasts that didn't require a bra to give them lift and separate-although she wore one anyway.
She had a high, tight ass, which just begged for men to pinch it, especially when she wore tight skirts, which was often.
Her face was clean, white, and even though she didn't use cosmetics, there was always a blush in her cheeks. She didn't wear lipstick either-but her lips were rosy red.
Alison was just eighteen years old, and this was her first week on her very first job. She wanted desperately to make good ... otherwise she might have to move back in with her parents.
That was the last thing Alison wanted. She was a big girl now, so she wanted to be free and independent. . . or at least that's what she thought. That's why she had rented an apartment with her best friend Rhonda. That way the two girls could still be together while living on their own.
But if she lost the job, then she couldn't make the rent. And if she couldn't make the rent, that meant moving back in with boring ol' Ma and Dad.
So she absolutely, positively, could not lose this job.
Alison needn't have worried about losing her job. Her boss, Mr. Hoover, had a much better one in mind for her.
Mr. Hoover was the man who had hired Alison. He had taken one look at her while she was filling out her application form, and he knew he had to have her. And Mr. Hoover-Charles Hoover, to be exact-was used to getting what he wanted.
At forty-five he was a self-made man. He had started his own company, Synteck, which sold microchips to big computer companies. Although he never attended college, he had made a fortune.
Along the way up the ladder of life, Mr. Hoover had acquired expensive and exotic tastes. Now that he had made his pile, he enjoyed every pleasure he had been deprived of in earlier, leaner years.
One of those pleasures was collecting beautiful young girls.. .
Alison knocked timidly at her boss' door. He always kept the door shut, whether or not he was with somebody.
"Come in," Mr. Hoover responded. She scurried right in.
Alison looked quickly at her boss, then looked away. There was something about him that always embarrassed her and made her blush like a school girl.
Certainly there was nothing in his appearance that was threatening. He was a handsome man, with rugged clean features. He kept himself in shape by working out in the gym.
Still, there was something about him ... an aura of menace ... and sexual power.
"Take a seat, Alison."
Alison sat. When Mr. Hoover told her to do something, she did it, almost without thinking.
Alison's quick obedience did not go unnoticed by Mr. Hoover. This one's a natural, he thought to himself.
"I've been going over your work so far this week," Mr. Hoover said.
"Yes?" Alison responded brightly. She was glad her supervisor took such interest in her work.
"And I must tell you, its bad, very bad."
Alison was crushed. She felt the urge to start to cry but struggled to hold back the tears.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure if we could keep you."
Now Alison really knew she was going to cry. She sniffled and blinked to keep the droplets from forming.
"Why, look at the typos in this memo you wrote for me."
He waved the offending document in her face. It was covered with red correction marks.
"And today I discovered that you filed the Datablock file under "B" for block."
Mr. Hoover shook his head as if he was deeply sorrowed. Alison felt as if she wanted to crawl inside her skin and die.
There goes the job, she told herself. Along with the rent and the apartment.
Mr. Hoover observed the effects of his words on the young girl.
He was an old hand at playing this game. Alison was not the first young girl he had broken to his will, nor would she be the last.
First you had to get the subject in a state of vulnerability. Then everything else was easy.
He could see Alison was approaching that state just about now.
"Of course, there is a way I could see myself keeping you here."
Mr. Hoover was standing directly behind Alison when he said that. His hands were resting firmly on the back of her chair.
"HHow do you mean?" Alison asked, her voice quivering.
Having her boss right behind her like that gave her the creeps.
"I mean that you are a very beautiful girl," Mr. Hoover said. 'And I very much want to fuck you."
At first Alison was too shocked to respond to her boss's crude words. So she just sat there as he began to run his fingers through her hair. Then she got her composure back:
"W-what did you say?"
"I said I wanted to fuck you, Alison dear." Now he was not just running his hands through her hair-he was rubbing his face in it too. "But Mr. Hoover!"
Alison jumped up out of her chair. Or at least she tried to. Suddenly Mr. Hoover's hands were on both her shoulders, pressing her down. Those hands seemed as strong as steel.
"What's your rush, Alison? You aren't going anywhere."
"Mr. Hoover, I-I can't do that thing with you.. . "
"What thing, Alison?" He loved it when they turned shy like this.
That thing you just said."
"You mean fuck?" He enjoyed the effect the forbidden word had on her. Her body gave a little shudder every time he said it.
"Yes ...
"Haven't you ever done it before?"
"Well, of course.. . " Alison was confused. She shouldn't be talking to her boss like this. It was wrong. Sure she had done it once or twice, just to see what it was like, but it had been no big deal. Now he would think she was some kind of slut.
Mr. Hoover thought nothing of the sort. He thought Alison was a sweet young thing. But by the time he was finished with her, she would be the slut of all times.
He was disappointed that she wasn't a virgin, but he was sure there were still many things that she hadn't tried. He would make sure that she got a complete sexual education.
Mr. Hoover built his empire on the motto that there was no time like the present. So immediately he reached down and grabbed both Alison's tits through her silk blouse.
He squeezed them both, hard, like he was squeezing grape fruit at a supermarket.
"Ohhhhhh!" Alison let out a moan. She was not used to being handled roughly like that. All her previous boyfriends had been perfect gentlemen.
'Ahhhhhh!"
Mr. Hoover had zeroed in on Alison's nipples, giving each a sharp pinch.
This time Alison did leap up. Job or no job, this was going too far. She ran to the door.
It was locked. Mr. Hoover also believed in planning ahead. He had mapped out every stage of his taming of Alison from the beginning.
First a little standard fucking in the office ... just to start off with ... then more interesting combinations.
"You can't leave yet, Alison. Not until I'm through with you."
"I'll scream." Alison's mother had always taught her to scream if she ever got into a situation like this. Mr. Hoover laughed.
"Scream all you want. The office is soundproof. I never know when I might have to carry out a, uh, confidential meeting." He winked at her.
Alison was horrified. So he did this all the time! How many other girls had he trapped in his office, only to ... she still couldn't bring herself to even think the word.
Mr. Hoover pressed Alison's body against the heavy oak door. He wrapped his arms around her body. He glued his mouth against hers.
Alison could feel Mr. Hoover's tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. She clamped her teeth shut tightly.
But that was not all Alison had to worry about.
His hands had begun to wander. His left hand was back at her tit again, giving it a hard squeeze. His right hand wound around her back, where it began to feel her ass.
Mr. Hoover had been checking out Alison's anatomy all week, although she had been too busy to notice. Now he was enjoying his first free sample of it. And the portions were going to get larger and larger.. .
He was going to sample it much more intimately-completely, in fact-by the time he was done.
Alison felt a sexual heat begin to rise between her legs. She knew it was wrong to get turned on like this, like some kind of cheap slut, but part of her enjoyed Mr. Hoover's rude advances. Her pussy began to dampen and pussy juice began to trickle down her thigh.
She had always been quick to be aroused. That was one reason why she stayed away so much from boys. She couldn't trust herself when she was around the male sex. When they began handling her like that, they made her want to do ... terrible things.
"Ohhhhh.. . " Alison moaned, this time in sexual arousal, not pain. Her opened mouth provided Mr. Hoover the opportunity he needed to insert his tongue.
His tongue tasted of tobacco and some masculine taste which she couldn't identify but was unquestionably male.
His right hand was under her skirt now and beginning to fondle the front of her plain white cotton panties. They were soaked already.
Christ, Mr. Hoover thought to himself. She's a regular waterfall.
Alison stiffened when she felt her boss put his hand on her cunt-with her panties in the way, of course. All the other men who had fucked her had gotten their hands on her cunt as a prelude to fucking her.
Usually it took them several months, even a year to get that far with her. Mr. Hoover had taken under five minutes.
She knew right then she would have to break away or she would wind up fucking her boss right there in the office. And if that happened, then she wouldn't be able to face herself in the morning.
Steeling up her nerves, she managed to break one arm free and scratched her boss across the cheek with her long nails.
Mr. Hoover jumped back in surprise, releasing her.
He felt his cheek. He felt blood. Alison had managed to break the skin.
His surprise turned to anger.
"So, the little bitch wants to play rough, huh?"
Alison realized she was in a worse predicament then she was before. Now she was locked in with a man who was at least three times as strong as her and could probably kill her if he wanted to.
And she had made him angry.
"That's O.K., bitch. I like playing rough."
"No, no, Mr. Hoover. You don't understand. I just want to go."
"It's too late for that, bitch."
"Please, Mr. Hoover, just let me go and I won't say a word about this."
"You won't say a word about this anyway by the time I'm through with you."
By this time, Alison was terrified. She was sure her boss meant to kill her.
Mr. Hoover had no such intentions. He would never kill such a succulent morsel as Alison. Delicious cunts like that were meant to be preserved and enjoyed.
He reached into the middle drawer of his desk. He took out a shiny pair of steel handcuffs.
"Wh-what's that?" Alison licked her lips, which were suddenly dry.
"What do you think it is? Gee, you are a dumb cunt!"
Alison was deeply mortified. She had never been called cunt in her life before. She was going to have to get used to it.
'Turn around."
Alison stared dumbly at the pair of handcuffs.
"I said turn around, bitch!"
He yanked her around so that she thought her head would fly off. Then he was pulling her right hand upwards till she thought it would break.
This is how I used to handle prisoners when I was still just a poor oY security guard."
Alison could feel him snap the cuff around her right wrist. It was cold and tight and cut off the circulation.
He jerked her other arm up, and then both wrists were cuffed together against the small of her back.
It was a terribly uncomfortable position. Her arms were bent at an unnatural angle, and already she could begin to feel them cramping.
There, now you won't give me any trouble."
Mr. Hoover was feeling triumphant. There was nothing like the thrill when he first got one of these bitches under his control. Everything else was almost anti-climactic ... not that he didn't enjoy it.
Alison was feeling completely miserable. All she wanted to do was be a secretary, put aside a little money, maybe marry a rich husband some day. Now she was handcuffed in her boss' office and it looked like she was going to be raped.
"Please, Mr. Hoover," she begged. "Don't do this to me."
"Oh, Alison, I couldn't do that. Not when I've spent so much time and effort handcuffing you. Not when you hurt me so much."
He felt his cheek again for emphasis. There was dried blood there.
"I'm sorry," Alison moaned.
"You're going to be a lot sorrier by the time I'm through with you." Mr. Hoover loved making the bitches squirm like this. It turned him on to see them suffer.
"Now then, let me see what I've wanted to see all week long."
He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her blouse. With one savage yank he ripped the front of it open.
Buttons went flying everywhere.
Alison's plain white cotton bra was exposed. It was a girl's bra, not a mature woman's. But the tits inside it made up for its plainness.
Alison had spectacular high-pointing tits that practically spilled out of the front of her bra. The fact that her breath was coming in gasps made them seem even huger.
"This has got to go."
Mr. Hoover was a man of his word. When he said something, he did it. He yanked Alison's bra from her.
"Ohhhhhh!" It hurt when the bra came apart. Her two tits sprang into view, jumping up and down from the sudden force.
. She had big brown pancake nipples. They immediately began to stiffen in the slightly cooler temperature.
'Ahhhhh!" Mr. Hoover sighed. He sounded like an art critic viewing a masterpiece.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful!"
'And lets see what happens when I supply a little stimuli."
He reached forward and pinched her right nipple as hard as possible. "Ohhhhhh!"
The nipple got even more stiff and turned an angry red color.
"You see? You are turned on by the pain. I was right about you."
He repeated the procedure with the other nipple. It too got hard and erect.
"Please, Mr. Hoover, I don't like that. I'm not into pain. If you want to just, just fuck"-she forced herself to say the word-"we can do that. But don't hurt me."
"But that is where you are wrong, Alison. Very wrong."
Alison thought her boss was completely nuts, totally bonkers, absolutely crazy. She had heard about women who got turned on by pain-who hadn't?-but she couldn't be one of those. She was a nice girl who every once in a while liked nice sex with a boy she really loved. She couldn't get into anything kinky.
Or could she? She felt her cunt start to flow again. It had dried up when she first scratched her boss. Now it was gushing again like a Texas oil field. And the deep breaths she was taking-was that because of fear, or something else?
"Mmmmmmmmm," Mr. Hoover moaned. He took one of Alison's nipples between his lips and began to suck.
"Ahhhhhh," Alison sighed. That did feel nice. If her hands weren't cuffed behind her back, she could begin to enjoy this.
"Ouuuch!" she suddenly cried out. Mr. Hoover had suddenly bared his teeth and chomped down on the nipple with all of his might.
At first Alison thought he had bit the nipple off. She actually looked down at her tits to be sure. The nipple was still there, but it was now beet red and she was sure it would be sore tomorrow.
"Why did you do that?" she complained. "It was just starting to feel nice.. . "
"Because I wanted to do it," Mr. Hoover immediately replied. "And you wanted me to do it too."
That's ridiculous!"
"I'll show you what's ridiculous." So saying, he bit down on her other tit. He actually took the whole edge of the tit in his mouth and bit down hard.
"Yooooowch!"
"Ridiculous is a little girl who doesn't know what's good for her. Now let's see that cunt."
First the skirt went. He simply undid the buttons on the side and pulled it off. Then he grabbed the front of her panties and yanked with all of his might. Her panties tore off just like her bra.
Her pussy was laid bare. It was a pink wet vee between her creamy white thighs. And it was moist and glistening-Mr. Hoover could see that right away.
"I knew it, bitch!" he gloated. "I knew you were the type that got in to this stuff."
"Nooo, noooo!" She moaned and shook her head.
"Here!" He pressed his finger into her cunt. "Look, you're sopping wet!"
Alison felt him shove his big index finger deep into the center of her cunt. She felt it force its way past her tender pussy lips. Since she had been fucked so rarely, she was still almost tight as a virgin. It hurt when he rammed it in so hard.
He pulled his finger out of her sodden cunt. It was glistening with her cunt juices. He held it up for her to see as evidence of her arousal.
"See, bitch? See?" he cackled triumphantly. "You are turned on. You do get off on pain."
"No, no, what you're saying about me, it isn't true!
It isn't true!"
She was crying again. Somehow the words he was saying to her hurt even more than the way he was handling her.
"Ahh, but it is true, Alison, as I'm about to prove." So saying, he unzipped his pants. His huge cock immediately sprang out.
"Oh my God!" Alison couldn't hold back that exclamation of fear. She had only been fucked by boys before, with little boyish cocks. Here was a man's cock, and it was bigger than any other cock she had seen before.
It seemed to the frightened girl to be as long as her arm and just about as wide. There was no way he could fit that thing inside her without splitting her open.
"No, Mr. Hoover, don't! You'll kill me!"
"Hasn't happened yet," he laughed. He pressed her back across the leather top of his desk and began to spread her legs apart. She began to violently struggle.
"Please, Mr. Hoover!"
"Oh, I do please, Alison. I please very much. And now you're going to please me."
He placed the head of his immense cock against the mouth of her tight cunt. The frightened girl bucked and heaved but there was no way she could dislodge him. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of both of her ass-cheeks and shoved real hard. lb Alison, it felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up her cunt. She was positive she was ripping inside. lb Mr. Hoover, it was pure pleasure. He never felt a tighter cunt wrapped around his cock. It was like he was being given a hand job, not a fuck.
He began to pound his meat into her like she was a seasoned whore and not an inexperienced young girl. Mr. Hoover thought there was only one way to fuck bitches: hard and fast.
Alison tried to cope as best as possible. She spread her legs wide and literally willed her cunt to make room for his enormous cock. Just when she thought the effort was doomed, she felt her pussy loosen and then the fuck didn't hurt so bad any more.
In fact, it began to feel better than any other fuck she had ever had before. None of her gentle boyfriends-the few who had managed to fuck her-had turned her on like this. It took a hard pounding from a real man to push her over the edge.
Alison began bucking her ass upward to meet the downward thrusts of her boss' cock. She no longer cared what he thought of her, whether she thought she was a whore, a slut or what. All she knew was she needed more of that hard fucking.
Mr. Hoover was quick to notice the change in his erstwhile secretary. Before she had merely remained sprawled across his desk like a lump. Now she was humping back like a hot-tailed whore.
'Tuck me, Mr. Hoover! Please fuck me!"
She sounded different too. Gone was the prim and proper little secretary. Now she was just a fuck-crazed bitch in heat.
"Alright," Mr. Hoover promised. "I will."
Two
Miss Goodly was on her way down the hallway to refill her coffee cup. She always seemed to drink so much of the stuff! She had no idea why she seemed so tired all the time-she certainly never stayed out late at night!
The other girls who worked at Synteck would have died of disbelief if they had ever seen the prim little secretary at a nightclub. She was definitely not the type. They envisioned her sitting at home night after night, alphabetizing her cassette collection of classical music, or perhaps reading a book on archaeological techniques for light entertainment.
Miss Goodly was the most hated woman in the office. Her straight-laced Victorian manners, her constant adherence to every company rule, her intense castigation of the other girl's mistakes-all these attributes certainly did not put her on the other employee's good side.
The prudish little supervisor reigned over her employees with a harsh concern for details and an austere punishment scheme for those who didn't follow rules.
Being ten minutes late for work was looked down upon by the priggish supervisor, and could lead to a cut in coffee breaks, or even a momentary decrease in pay.
The other Synteck secretaries despised her not only for the severe oppression under which they worked and which she had imposed, but also because she had the audacity (in their minds) to do this while being incredibly beautiful.
Gentlemen commuters on their way to work every morning usually stared lustfully at the gorgeous business women perched primly on the train seat.
Miss Goodly had a perfect figure, more suited to Miss America than the supervisor of a company which dealt in computer micro-chips!
More than one businessman had felt a hard on raging through the trousers of his pin-striped suit as the train chugged along. More than one copy of the New York Times had been discreetly placed in front of an accountant's crotch as he became aroused by the sight of the woman in the seat next to him.
Miss Goodly, in her own strange little way, seemed to never notice the stares her high, tight ass and firm, rounded tits received as she wandered through the lobby of the Madison Avenue office building on her way to the elevator.
She never seemed to catch the sexual innuendos passed to her by some of the more outspoken business associates that came in to see Mr. Hoover, or understand the comments rudely thrown her way by the construction workers who had been working on the building for the past few weeks.
The secretaries all swore that the beautiful woman, as prim and proper as she was, probably never had had sex at all during her lifetime! In fact, they wondered if she even knew of its existence!
Whether she was aware of sexual activity or not before this particular day, however, is immaterial. Because no matter how much sex education she had received, nothing could have prepared Miss Goodly for what she was soon going to experience!
The sexy supervisor was wandering through the hallway from her section of the office, the accounting section, past the doors of several high officials of the company on her way to the company kitchen and break room. She sighed wearily.
She had just finished another round of her rather frequent arguments with yet another secretary. This time it had been with Christine. The stupid cow had typed three letters that day without making carbon copies. Honestly, Miss Goodly simply could not understand where they hired these girls from!
And look! she thought to herself, now that new girl Alison Jones was away from her desk outside Mr. Hoover's office. Miss Goodly glanced at her watch. And it wasn't even her break time, yet!
Even though the new employee was not under her command, Miss Goodly felt it her duty to reprimand the girl so she would not continue to be lax on her job. Miss Goodly thought it would be good for the company. She made a mental note that after her coffee cup had been filled, she would go in search of Alison.
Miss Goodly continued walking down the hall. She stopped suddenly. What were those muffled noises coming from behind Mr. Hoover's door?
Although Mr. Hoover's room had been soundproofed, Miss Goodly had always prided herself on her excellent hearing. Once she had picked up the sound of a faucet in her duplex apartment dripping, and she had been in the furthest room away upstairs! She always noticed barely perceptible sounds that others couldn't hear.
And she was certainly confused by what she heard now. These noises certainly did not fit into the office environment!
Miss Goodly placed her coffee cup on Alison's desk and furtively pranced over to Mr. Hoover's door. What sort of high jinks could their president be involved in ?
She lifted up the strands of thick, brunette hair that fell over her right ear and pressed up against the large oak door. She removed the horn-rimmed glasses that were perched on her nose.
Miss Goodly was somewhat horrified at the sounds emitting from the office. She felt certain she heard guttural, savage growls and feminine squeals of pleasure! Goodness! What could be going on in there?
She was about to turn and resume her journey to the kitchen when she distinctly heard a female voice panting deliriously: "Oh, yeah, fuck me! Fuck me with your huge bull cock!! "
This was certainly no business conference her president was involved in behind the door!
Miss Goodly felt it her duty to demand what was going on! She rapped at the door sternly.
The noises ceased immediately. Miss Goodly tried the handle of the door. It was locked.
"Who's there?" her boss demanded from within the office.
"Miss Goodly" the supervisor replied.
There was a momentary silence, then the woman was sure she heard Mr. Hoover utter "Silly fucking bitch!" under his breath.
Miss Goodly was appalled. Why was her boss using such crude language when referring to her? If anyone else had spoken about her with such rudeness, she would have certainly made them suffer for their comments!
But Mr. Hoover was her boss. She couldn't complain to him. "Are you alright, Mr. Hoover?" she asked.
"Yes, yes!" He sounded very annoyed. "Now go away!"
Well! There certainly was no accounting for some people's manners-or their lack of them! Miss Goodly placed her glasses back on her nose, grabbed her coffee cup and stormed down the hallway, her cheeks flush with humiliation.
No one should have the right to talk to her like that, not even Mr. Hoover!
But he had and she would have to deal with it. She made a good salary here and did not want to give that up.
Miss Goodly sighed and filled up her coffee cup with a trembling hand.
If only she were in charge.. .
* * * * *
Rhonda Pogues was Alison's roommate. They shared a rather spacious studio apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side.
The rent was somewhat expensive for the space and ancient plumbing, but they considered the Columbus Avenue ambiance worth the money. And they were rather close to Central Park, after all!
Rhonda was a relatively dense but stunningly beautiful girl with an affectation for cats (they had four of them.. . ) and Broadway plays. She worked as a waitress on the lunch shift at a nearby Mexican restaurant, but didn't really make enough money to pay the bills, let alone buy cat food and theater tickets!
So, in desperation, she had recently begun to go-go dance topless at a seedy club in the Times Square area. She was terrified that Alison might find out and kick her out of the apartment. Alison was so conservative at times! So, Rhonda had told her she had gotten a nighttime job as a copywriter for Sears catalogues.
Alison had believed her and Rhonda had been relieved. (But she had to keep her tiny sequined "costumes" well hidden from her roommate!)
Rhonda had just come in from her three hour shift at Millie's Mexican Meals &. Margueritas and was ready for a long, hot bath! She could still smell the spicy odor of enchiladas and burritos lingering on her body. She turned on the water.
Rhonda was poised on the bathtub rim, ready to dive in once it filled. Her thoughts drifted to Tony, the hot Italian waiter who had recently begun working at Millie's. God, this man was so gorgeous!
Rhonda thought the waiter looked like a male model. His face was certainly handsome enough! And she loved the way he filled out his tight black waiter pants!
She slipped into the tepid water and relaxed her entire body. It felt so good to rest her overworked body!
Rhonda thought of Tony's big, brawny body. She thought of the huge cock she imagined must swing between his muscular thighs. She thought of him attacking her one day in the staff room. She could imagine his gruff voice barking at her, "STRIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF, BITCH!"
Rhonda always got a little turned on at the thought of a hot stud taking her by force. She began to stroke the immersed lips of her tight little cunt. She resumed her fantasy.
In her mind's eye, she saw herself stripping her clothes off and standing stark naked in the staff room, trembling in fear. Tony comes towards her, tugging on his zipper. A thick nine inches of uncut Italian dick are pulled out of his pants. There is passion burning in his eyes.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" he says to the trembling girl. Rhonda is too scared to run. She's almost to scared to even move, as the hunky waiter thrusts a hungry tongue deep down her throat, and begins to knead her taut, firm breasts with his meaty hands.
"Service me first, bitch!" he demands.
Rhonda gets down on her knees in front of her captor. His huge slab of manhood is fully erect, and sticking straight into the air, inches from her mouth watering to try a taste of that hunky stuff! She purses her lips and takes the throbbing head into her mouth.
Tony grabs her head with his powerful hands and forces her forward onto his cock. She is required to take all nine inches deeply down her throat. She feels she must gag, but Tony is holding her head so tightly, she cannot pull back.
So she must suck all nine inches of the man's pulsating member, while he continues thrusting it down her throat.
Rhonda is getting turned on by this huge Italian guy. She feels an aching in her loins, and can sense that her cunt is wet and sticky. God, how she wants Tony's huge member to be thrusting deep into her hot box, instead of into her mouth!
In the hot water of her bath, Rhonda was sticking her finger deep into her pussy. She had pulled aside the deep folds that surrounded her tiny entrance, and had plunged right in.
Her thumb tenderly stroked her hardened clit. She moaned in pleasure, envisioning herself servicing the huge meat the Italian had thrust upon her.
Rhonda really got into being dominated by men. It really made her feel good. She could only imagine Alison being repulsed by these slightly kinky wants of hers, but what could she do?
Just because a girl wants a rock hard man to make her his sex slave for the evening is no reason to kick her out of the apartment!
Rhonda began stroking herself faster and faster as the fantasy continued.
Tony is thrusting deeper and deeper into her sweaty, hot little cunt. Her love juices are flowing and she is wailing in delight. They are unconcerned as to whether the customers and their fellow employees can hear them. The passion they are experiencing is the only thing that matters!
Rhonda is wailing in delight at the sensation of the man's huge pole pounding deep within her. He's so huge and thick! And she is helping him to brings his marvelous organ to orgasm!
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she is wailing.
He is replying with grunts and moans.
There is a trembling smoldering deep within his balls. He is about to come.
Rhonda wants to feel every inch of his sperm bursting forth into her love box. She moans in delight as the explosion begins.
Surrounded by water in the tub, Rhonda felt sweat forming on her brow as she caressed the hot little area between her legs. She was almost going to reach a mind-blowing orgasm.. .
Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. Rhonda stopped playing with herself immediately.
That must be Alison, she thought to herself. Why was she bothering her in the bathroom? "Yes, Alison?"
"Oh, God! Can I come in."
"I'm in the bath!"
"I know, but I simply MUST speak to you! The most awful thing just happened to me at work today!"
"Okay, come on in. I'm taking a bubble bath, anyway, so you won't see anything."
Rhonda knew that Alison was apprehensive at looking at other people's naked bodies. On the rare occasions her friend had sex with a guy she had been going out with a long, long time, they usually made love with the blinds closed, the lights off, and under a multitude of covers.. .
Alison stumbled into the bathroom. She looked like a thing possessed. Her long blonde hair was tousled. Her blouse looked as if it had gone through World War Three. Where there should have been buttons, there were safety clips. Her skirt would have been rejected by the Salvation Army.
The girl's eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying.
Rhonda noticed some huge red welts on the girl's wrists. She sprang up amongst the bubbles in the bath. "What happened?" she screamed in shock.
"Mr. Hoover raped me today!" Alison bawled. Tears began streaming down her face.
"Oh, my God! Let's call the police!" Rhonda grabbed her towel and prepared to leap from the bath in search of the phone.
"Nonononono!! " screamed her roommate.
Rhonda feared the sexual abuse had been too much for the timid little teenager, and that she had gone over the edge.
"But, why? Don't you want to see that guy put in jail?? "
"No!" Alison sniveled, blowing her nose with a piece of toilet paper she had wrenched from the dispenser.
Rhonda repeated her question once again, with a little more emphasis. "But WHY?? "
"Because I enjoyed every minute of it!" the girl bellowed, tears beginning to pour from her eyes anew.
This was certainly a revelation! Rhonda could not believe her roommate had made such a statement! Sweet, angelic little Alison, talking about enjoying being raped by her boss? It hardly seemed true!
"Well, urn, that is rather kinky.. . "
Rhonda trailed off. She simply did not know what to say. Especially since she had just been masturbating thinking about the hot Italian at the restaurant taking advantage of her!!
"I don't know what to do! What if he keeps calling me into his office every day to have sex with him? What am I going to do then?"
"Well, turn him down!"
"BUT I DONT WANT TO!" screamed Alison, and began bawling once again. She blew her nose. "I always wanted to keep myself relatively fresh for my husband. Sure, I've had sex with a few people before, but if I have to do it every Monday to Friday, nine to five, it'll kill me! And I just know I won't be able to turn him down! He's so sexy and huge!"
Alison continued sniveling.
Rhonda wondered how she could get to meet this man.. .
But she quickly put those thoughts out of her head. Aloud she said, "Well, tomorrow's Friday. Go to work tomorrow, and whether it's bad or good, you'll have the entire weekend to decide if you want to stay or not!"
Alison was silent, staring at the bubbles in Rhonda's bath. "That's a good idea," she said finally. "And you know what?"
"What?" Rhonda queried.
"He handcuffed me, too."
Rhonda felt the juices begin to flow between her legs. She was glad there were bubbles in her bath!
Suddenly, Alison reached down and touched her wet shoulder that was sticking above the line of water.
Thank you very much for your help, Rhonda," she said. "I simply don't know what I'd do without you!"
Rhonda felt Alison's hand linger on her shoulder for a remarkably lengthy period of time. She had given her roommate advice, sure, but not his much advice! What was she doing?
Alison's slender, smooth lingers began to caress Rhonda's creamy firm shoulders. A shiver ran up Rhonda's spine.
"Do you like that?" Alison whispered. Perhaps she was still in shock from the afternoon's events, but the sight of the girl's trim naked body emerged in water had suddenly struck the distressed girl as remarkably sexy.
Rhonda always kept her body fit. She exercised four times a week. And it was these limber limbs that her roommate was beginning to fondle. The girl, who had been moments away from orgasm minutes before, shuddered once again at the gentle caressing her body was receiving.
Alison moved her hands to her roommate's breasts and began to tenderly circle the nipples with her finger. The cool finger on Rhonda's warm, wet body aroused her immensely. Her nipples sprang to attention under the gentle touch.
Alison bent over and placed her mouth directly on one erect nipple. She sucked it gingerly. Then, grabbing the nipple between her straight white teeth, she began to nibble on it delicately.
Rhonda felt love juice gushing from deep within her sweaty pussy. She gently put one rigid ringer deep within her hole and began massaging back and forth.
"Let me do that for you.. . " her roommate suggested. Rhonda certainly was not going to argue. She got up out of the now-lukewarm bath water and wrapped a towel around her slender form. She didn't bother drying off.
The two bounded into the bedroom and fell on the bed with feverish delight. The towel was stripped from the girl. Alison's tongue began its exploration of her roommate's body.
Never before had the girl considered doing anything like this! She really had no idea what had overcome her!
Rhonda, also, could not understand why she was getting into having this girl lick her all over. She was usually more excited by being plowed by massive cocks!
But the sensation was arousing her, and she certainly was not going to protest one bit!
Alison was now working on the luscious field of pubic hair between the girl's thighs. She gently nipped stray hairs here and there, and reveled in the musky aroma that was drifting up to her eager nostrils.
Her roommate moaned in pleasure, delighting in every motion the tongue moved in, every sensation it sent tingling through her taut body.
Perhaps a hot stud thrusting deeply into her would have made her more happy, but she was certainly very pleased with the service the was being given right now! If this is what getting raped by her boss did to Alison, Rhonda hoped he would do it more often!
She groaned in pleasure as Alison's deft little tongue worked its way around the lips of her pussy. He writhed in ecstasy as the moist member darted in between her love lips, and began to eagerly lap up the juice that had deposited there.
Alison clenched her roommates clitoris between her lips very gently and began to move the tip of her tongue over its tiny surface.
She glanced up, at Rhonda's face. It was twisted into a delighted grin, a grin of sexual fulfillment.
Alison was suddenly feeling very guilty. She was feeling guilty about the mistakes she had made in the memos she typed for Mr. Hoover; she felt guilty about the resistance she had put up against his sexual advances; she felt guilty about scratching him in the face; she felt guilty about screaming in delight at the brutal thrusts of his huge cock as if she were some king of cheap hussy; she felt guilty right now about sexually stimulating her roommate.
In fact, Alison felt guilty about almost every little thing in her life. She was a very bad girl, she decided, as she stroked her roommate's ample breasts.
Yes, she was a very, very bad girl. And bad girls needed to be punished severely for their wrongdoings. They needed to be reprimanded and spanked.
Alison wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be punished. She was a bad girl who was right now in the act of doing something wrong once again.
Alison couldn't wait to go to work tomorrow for her much-deserved punishment to begin!
Now that she knew what was in store for her, the thought of having to wait for it was almost too much.
There was only one way for her to control it so that she could make it through the night. She had to play with her clit and play hard!
Three
Miss Goodly walked past Alison's desk yet again on her way to the staff kitchen. Alison simply could not understand what the lady was doing. This was the third time she had been by in half an hour!
Either she had an extremely insatiable desire for coffee, or else she thought Alison's outfit today a bit too revealing.
Alison glanced down at herself self-consciously. Maybe she HAD dressed herself a bit unsuitably for the office environment. The low-cut white chiffon dress showed off her generous breasts in the most appealing manner. Alison had hoped this would please her boss. But right now she only felt like some sort of cheap whore, displaying her wares for anyone's purchase.
And Miss Goodly's numerous trips past her desk certainly weren't making her feel much better. The stern lady always glared at her so. What must she think? Had it been her that had knocked on the office door yesterday when she and Mr. Hoover had been lost in rapture?
Could the supervisor tell where Alison had received the huge welts around her wrists? Could she see how impatient the secretary was for her boss to arrive?
It was 10:45 AM and there had been no sign of Mr. Hoover. He had always been in his office by 9:30 as a rule! Had something happened to him?
Perhaps he couldn't stand to see Alison again! Oh, the girl wished there was something she could do to waste time until the moment her boss arrived! Oh, and here came that horrid lady to torment her once again with her cold stares!
Alison discreetly pulled her dress down in the back to hide a few inches of the uncovered cleavage.
Miss Goodly smiled at her. It was not a very convincing smile. "Hello, Alison, dear. I love that dress you have on today!" the lady cooed.
Alison jumped and almost broke the pencil she was grasping in her hands. "Oh, uh, thank you!" she gasped.
"Is Mr. Hoover in yet?"
"Urn, no, I'm afraid not. I don't know where he is."
"Oh, what a pity! I wanted to talk to him about the Cocteau account. We really can't-"
She broke off" suddenly, hearing voices coming down the hallway. "Why, hark, here he is now!"
Mr. Hoover was with another man. Alison felt her heat skip a beat and her mouth constrict in excitement. The man with Mr. Hoover was so handsome! He was not dressed in regular office attire. The strange man was wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight faded jeans. He was carrying a big gym bag. Alison could only imagine what it contained. Or, then again, maybe she couldn't!
The stranger was tall and muscular; his shoulder were broader than Mr. Hoover's and Mr. Hoover was quite a fine specimen of manhood! He had thick jet-black hair and piercing light-blue eyes, a strange and wonderful combination!
Alison felt as if she might drench the snowy white cotton undies she was wearing under her skimpy dress at any moment! The strange man was staring right into her eyes as the two men approached.
Mr. Hoover greeted her with a slight sneer. Oh! He thought she was some cheap floozy now, not even worthy of a polite good morning smile! Alison was almost humiliated at the thought, humiliated by her revealing dress, humiliated by the knowing smile and glaring eyes the strange man was bestowing upon her. She was almost humiliated, but not quite. She could also feel an aching throb burning between her legs.
Could it be possible she was getting turned on by this mild abuse?
Miss Goodly chased her thoughts away by running up to Mr. Hoover. "Good morning, Mr. Hoover. I hope you'll be prepared to discuss the Cocteau account with me at some point today."
"I'll have to see, Miss Goodly. This is Will Mackenzie, one of the board members of Moodlite International. We have quite a lot of work to do on his account. As you can see, I just grabbed him from the gym we both attend this morning. We decided we had been putting this off for far too long. I think I might have to spend all day in conference with him. And we'll have to draft quite a few letters, so Alison will have to come in with us. Would you be so kind as to take all her calls for us, Miss Goodly?"
Miss Goodly had never heard of the Moodlite International account in her life, but she certainly was not going to question the president of the company.
"Fine!" she said. "I'll be happy to take all your calls!"
She turned to leave, then turned around to face the two men once again. "Oh, by the way, how much longer are those disgusting construction workers going to be fixing that hall down there? There is really the most pungent odor coming from that side of the building, and the noise is quite atrocious!"
"I'll see what I can do, Miss Goodly," Mr. Hoover replied. Miss Goodly smiled at him, then wandered down the hall, coffee cup in hand.
"Now, come along, Alison." Mr. Hoover said, "Do you have your note pad? You're going to have to take lots of notes!"
Alison almost fell off her chair in her haste to find a note pad and pencil. Mr. MacKenzie was still staring at her. She glanced up at him innocently.
"How do you do?" she inquired sweetly. "My name is Alison Jones. Your name again?"
"My name is Sir to you, bitch!" the man hissed gruffly.
Alison was caught off guard. The man's rudeness shocked her.
Mr. Hoover smiled at his friend. "Now, now, Will, she's only new at this. We have to break her in slowly. You can call him Mr. MacKenzie for now, Alison. We'll get to nicknames at a later date!"
Alison bit her lip nervously and was ushered into the office. Mr. MacKenzie smacked her ass harshly as she crossed the threshold.
"You picked a ripe one this time, Chuck," he said, smiling sardonically. The door was locked.
The working day had just begun.
* * * * *
Miss Goodly sat at her desk at stared at her typewriter in agitation. She simply had to find out exactly what was going on in that office! Could Mr. Hoover actually be using it for his own little sex games? She thought the idea preposterous. But, then again, she had recalled many days when Mr. Hoover had remained in his office dictating to his secretary for hours on end. And, now that she thought of it, she had rarely seen the girls typing letters when the dictation had been completed! So, what did they do with all these letters?
She simply couldn't imagine!
Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of an electric drill being driven into a nearby wall. Those awful workmen! Not only did they tarnish the appearance of the work environment with their hulking, grime-covered forms, they also seemed to bathe at very irregular intervals, and thus emitted a horrible body odor that attacked her nostrils every time she had to pass one of the creatures.
They were working in every nook and cranny of the office building. One could hardly turn a corner without viewing one wielding a saw, a drill or a paintbrush.
The drill was absolutely driving her insane. She stood up and walked down the corridor. She was going to find this workman and give him a piece of her mind.
She followed the annoying sound of the drill before cornering the culprit in a deserted area of the hallway next to the lavatories.
"Would you please stop with that infernal racket?" she demanded. "My girls can hardly concentrate on their work with such noise going on! Can't you work on another floor today?"
The guy looked up from where he was drilling the bottom of the wall. He was rather young and rather handsome, but also rather dirty. "Listen, lady-" he began.
By the tone of her voice, he had expected to look up and face a rather matronly figure in seersucker. Instead, his eyes marveled at the shapely form of Miss Goodly.
"Hey, baby, what are you doing tonight?" he asked, cocking his sensuous young lips arrogantly. "I've got a drill you'll really LOVE!"
Miss Goodly stamped her foot in agitation. What an insolent specimen of primitive life!
"Where is your supervisor?" she demanded. "I refuse to put up with such rudeness and vulgarity!! "
The construction worker stood up. His manly form towered over the tiny secretary. He was wielding the drill in his hands menacingly.
"My supervisor is off today, so it looks like you're going to have to put up with me, lady," he spit the last word out sarcastically, as if he doubted she deserved the title.
"I certainly will NOT!" she screamed. Miss Goodly grabbed the man by his grimy collar. No matter how much bigger he was than she, the indomitable woman refused too let such repulsive forms of low life get the better of her!
"You are going to see MY supervisor, then!" she said.
"That's just where you're wrong, bitch!" the construction worker replied.
Miss Goodly began to sputter indignantly at this verbal abuse, but was soon cut short when the powerful man slapped her across the face.
She screamed in protest, but her cries were useless. The man took that opportunity to shove a dirty rag in her mouth as a gag. Miss Goodly was glaring at him in terror. What was this man going to do to her, right in the middle of the hallway of her office building? This was ludicrous! Someone would surely stop him!
The construction worker knew this, of course, but had noticed that the struggle had taken place conveniently close to the men's bathroom. He pushed the struggling figure in that direction.
Already he could tell the woman was built like a brick house. His grime-covered fingers squeezed one firm, ripe tit. His curious, filthy hands grasped at her tight, high ass. He opened the bathroom door with the master key all the workers were provided with, and brutally shoved the woman in.
Miss Goodly went sprawling along the tiled bathroom floor. The freshly dry-cleaned baby blue business ensemble she was wearing was getting marred with the rough treatment she was receiving.
But the dirtiness of her clothes was the least of the secretary's worries at this moment.
Her assailant was furtively glancing around the filthy bathroom. He spotted a thick twine of wire laying on the floor under one of the urinals. Just what he needed!
The guy grabbed for it and ran to the woman who was struggling to get up off the floor. She was thrown down savagely once again. She was terrified and confused. How could this stranger be taking advantage of her? Wasn't he afraid of someone walking in and catching him in the act?
The construction worker knew as well as Miss Goodly did that this section of the floor was basically deserted; the offices around this area had not been rented out because of the construction work that was being done. As far as the guy was concerned, this bathroom was just as private as his own bedroom!
The guy was wiry and strong. He was only nineteen, but had been working on buildings since he was fifteen. His slender, youthful body was compact and powerful.
He grabbed the frail, beautiful woman he had just abducted. Her muffled screams of protest served only to excite him more.
One of her arms was brutally wrenched behind her back. The secretary moaned in pain. The other arm followed suit. Her two limbs were being bound with the cold, thick wire!
The guy bound the wrists as tightly as he could. He could feel the skin begin to strain under the harsh treatment. The woman's slender, soft hands were turning a gross gray color as her circulation was cut off. Her wrists were a rough, red hue.
The desperate, terrified woman began to kick wildly at her assailant with her highheel shoes. The man sternly grabbed the feet, discarded the shoes, and began to bind the two offending limbs together with the same length of wire.
The distance between the woman's hands and feet was not very large, but the wire was certainly not very long. The woman had to bend her knees behind her in order for her feet to be securely tied.
Miss Goodly was totally humiliated. Never in her life would she had ever believed she would be trussed up like some wild animal by a filthy member of the working class in the middle of a dirty public bathroom for the opposite sex! It reeked of vulgarity and sin!
And what sordid little act would she be subjected to next? She was terrified to imagine!
Now the man was undoing the zipper of his soiled overalls. Oh, goodness! Was he planning on raping her? Her blood ran cold. Surely he couldn't want to rape her in this strange position? Surely it wasn't possible?
If Miss Goodly had only known-the guy had engaged in sexual activities with women bound in even stranger positions!
The filthy construction worker was panting with bestial excitement. He loved raping snooty, high class little bitches like the one he had prostrate before him. He loved tying them up and fucking them until they surrendered their bodies totally to him! It usually happened. They were a bit scared at first (although Miss Goodly was absolutely terrified), but soon they couldn't resist the feel of his youthful, wiry body pressed up against theirs; his huge, thick cock thrusting deep within their bodies. He soon had these bitches totally under his control!
Miss Goodly could hardly feel anything in her hands and feet now. She frantically wondered if the circulation would ever be renewed. Would she ever survive this horrible torture?
She closed her eyes in disgust as the fetid form towering above her pulled his firm, thick member from the folds of his unkempt overalls. The prim little secretary could not believe what was going to happen in the next few minutes.
The construction worker wiped his sweaty brow with a coarse hand and knelt down beside the struggling figure.
He attempted to turn the woman so her back was on the floor. It was rather difficult, because her legs had been bound up against her ass, but he somehow succeeded.
He reached out a filthy hand and pulled her baby blue skirt from her terrified form. He looked approvingly at the woman's slender, shapely legs. She had just recently shaved them, and they seemed as smooth as a baby's bottom.
The construction worker ran a grimy, sex-starved hand up and down their length. They were trembling and covered with tiny goose bumps that had flared up due to the harsh coldness of the tiled bathroom floor.
The woman had on matching baby-blue silk panties. He could see the v-shaped shadow of the pubic hair that was hidden behind the cloth. No use hiding it any longer! He ripped the tiny article of clothing from Miss Goodly's shivering form.
The secretary was screaming in horror. But, of course, the dirty rag shoved deep down her throat prevented any sound from emitting from the grubby depths of the bathroom.
The construction worker firmly thrust one filthy finger deep into the woman's hole. He had definitely scared this bitch to death! Her pussy was tight and dry. It seemed to resist all attempts of invasion.
The untidy man decided to bide his time. He would soon have that cunt dripping wet and dying for his hard rod!
He pulled the white cotton blouse off the woman's upper body with one tough yank. She was wearing a light blue bra covered with lace. That item was soon removed with one swift movement, also.
The young man whistled appreciatively at the two creamy white breasts that bounced out of the bra inches before them. They were nice and firm and dying to be squeezed, he felt. The nipples were nice and pink, and erect in the cold bathroom air.
He began fondling them with one grimy hand. Miss Goodly was moaning in protest. The man began to suck gently on one of the nipples. He felt the firm form of his prey tense suddenly. The moans began to subside.
He began caressing the woman over the entire length of her body. His tongue explored her tender pale skin with a tenderness the woman had barely experienced before.
He had her under his control now! It happened all the time! These bitches just loved to be tied up, fondled for a while, and then brutally fucked!
This one was going to take some time to bring to the last stage, though, he thought. He wondered if she were still a virgin. It didn't matter much. If she still resisted his advances after a few minutes, he would brutally fuck her, anyway! That's why he had her tied up, after all!
He reached down into the mound of coarse pubic hair. The woman had shaved it into a perfect vee. She took pride in the fact that every part of her body was perfectly groomed.
The guy's thick, grimy fingers felt between the folds of the entrance to the woman's love canal. It was becoming soggy with cunt juice! So, he did have her in his control, after all!
Not that you could tell any other way; Miss Goodly was still resisting the man's gentle touches with his coarse hand with struggles and attempted kicks, and her eyes were still blazing with fear. But she was definitely beginning to get turned on!
The man began rubbing her clit with one huge digit. She began to respond finally to his advances. If she could have spread her legs she would have. But they were bound tightly and thrust behind her.
The struggling began to subside as the woman began to revel in the tiny sensations of pleasure that were shooting through her exposed body. The look of terror in her eyes was gradually being replaced by one of ecstasy. Her screams of protest were gradually becoming moans of desire.
The construction worker's thick rod was burning with youthful passion. He was dying to begin pumping deep within this woman's love marsh. He could stand the suspense no longer!
He mounted the bound figure and shoved his throbbing member deeply between the moist pink lips that were yearning for sexual gratification.
A muffled moan of delight reached the trim guy's ears. Just what he wanted to hear!
"Yeah, you high class executives love to get tied up by a low class stud like me, and be fucked by my huge cock, don't you?"
Miss Goodly would never have put it this way, but how could she deny the extreme twangs of pleasure the young man was submitting her body to every time he trust his huge hunk of meat deep into her waiting hole?
The muscles of her pussy began to milk the plunging member for all they were worth. She wanted desperately to service this savage young stud who had her captive in the men's bathroom!
Miss Goodly was horrified at these sordid thoughts that were racing through her excited brain. Never would she had suspected that such a burning desire to be brutally fucked lurked the subconscious comers of her mind!
Sex had never meant much to her before. It was something that didn't seem to interest the prim lady. But after this wonderful experience, she was definitely going to have to put it on her agenda of weekly things to do!
The hot little stud was pumping into her furiously. His huge cock plummeted deep within her saturated love box, then pulled out until only the throbbing, blood engorged head was lodged inside her luscious lips. He then plunged back in with brutal force.
His body was sweating profusely underneath his grimy overalls. His dirty hands grasped at the restrained woman's pale, smooth shoulders. He was bucking deep into her moist box.
The gagged mouth was emitting muffled moans of pleasure. "Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Miss Goodly attempted to moan.
The guy ran his trembling, sex-starved hands over the firm, creamy globes of the woman's tits. He grappled the pink, erect nipples as his savage thrusts continued.
It wouldn't be long now before he was shooting his load deep within his bound captive! And he knew she would love every ounce of his thick, white love juice!
"Oh, yeah, baby, milk my thick, throbbing cock with that luscious cunt of yours! Oh, baby, yeah! You're gonna make me come! Oh, yeah! I'm gonna shoot my load right up your waiting pussy! Give it to me, baby!"
The young man was pounding into her as if there were no tomorrow.
Miss Goodly had resigned herself totally to the physical pleasures he was submitting her bound body to. No longer was she aware of the tightness of her bound wrists and ankles. She was only aware of the deep throes of passion into which she had been thrust by this young stud's massive cock pounding deep into her moist pussy!
Despite the filthy gag, she was moaning in pleasure. She felt the strangest sensation begin deep within her loins. It felt as if a volcano were trembling, about to erupt!
Miss Goodly had never reached orgasm in her life.
But in a few seconds, all that would be rectified.
With a loud moan, she felt a fountain of ecstasy burst forth from her ravaged pit. She tensed her entire body and felt her pussy begin overflowing with love juice.
The construction worker smiled to himself, then gritted his teeth. He had made this bitch come. Now it was his turn!
He grasped her shoulders and pounded deep into the moist little hole. His sinewy body tensed, and he soon began spurting load after load of thick, white come deep within the woman's lust-stricken pit.
The youthful construction worker then collapsed in a heap beside the bound executive. He removed the woman's gag. She was panting like some subhuman creature in heat.
She gazed at her assailant with lust smoldering in her pretty blue eyes. This firm young stud had just changed her entire life!
No longer would she sit at home on a Friday night listening to Mozart! She would go in search of some savage stud who she would submit her body to in total surrender!
Four
Mr. Hoover was seated behind his impressive oak desk. Mr. MacKenzie was seated on the other side in a huge leather office chair. Alison was seated near Mr. MacKenzie on a tiny wooden stool.
Mr. Hoover always made her sit on that uncomfortable little piece of furniture every time she took dictation! The timid little girl fresh from high school gazed up at her boss. Her note pad was open, her pencil poised. What sort of letter was she going to take for Moodlite International? Was she going to take any letter at all? She somehow doubted it.
Mr. MacKenzie was still smiling at her lewdly. The diminutive teenager was a bit frightened to be alone in this room with two handsome men who so obviously exuded an air of sex appeal.
They were so muscular and virile! And she was so fragile and feminine! Maybe it had been a mistake to come back to work once again. Maybe she was biting off a bit more than she could chew. Maybe she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress.. .
Mr. MacKenzie was staring at her well-exposed boobs. He ran a tongue along his thick, sensuous lips. The lower half of his handsome face was covered by a thin layer of dark whiskers. It made the muscular man look even more sexy.
Alison shifted her position on the stool. "Well, Mr. Hoover, who will this letter be addressed to?"
"Shut up until you're told to speak, bitch!" Mr. MacKenzie barked.
The timid secretary almost leapt from her chair in fright. This sexy man was so cruel to her! She couldn't understand it! She looked up at Mr. Hoover imploringly.
'Alison, you simply must be courteous. Don't you know little girls like you must be seen and not heard?" her boss asked. He was speaking in a tone usually reserved for reprimanding infants. It made the girl slightly uncomfortable.
"Well, I uh.. . " she stuttered.
"SHUT UP, CUNT!" screamed Mr. MacKenzie.
The two men began to move towards Alison.
If she refused to submit to their demands, it would be necessary to teach her to respect her elders in a more forceful way.
Alison was confused. She knew she had come to work today because Mr. Hoover had thrilled her so, but she had not counted on another man being brought in to watch! Having straight, normal sex was perfectly fine, even though the handcuffs had been rather strange. But to have sex in front of a stranger was downright kinky!
And how did she know the man was simply going to watch? And what exactly did he have in his gym bag?
Alison began to be frightened as the two muscular men approached her. Maybe her love for lust had made her a bit too rash. Maybe she had acted a bit too compulsively. Maybe she needed to be punished once again for her actions!!
The stranger grabbed the note pad and pencil away from the sitting figure. "You won't need to take any notes for this business meeting!" the man growled.
His huge hands grasped Alison's trembling body and he pulled her from the chair. Mr. Hoover looked on in approval. He was glad to see the girl had come back to the office for more training. They usually did.
Mr. Hoover always had his friend Will come in on the second day to further the obedience lessons. He usually came in by a side entrance, but today had been an exception. Unfortunately, Miss Goodly, that prim little cow, had caught sight of him. Will was going to have to resume coming to the office up the back stairs! Otherwise, rumours might begin to circulate around the office!
Alison felt slightly threatened by the strong, handsome man who now had her in his grasp. She was forced to respond to his brutal thrusts of the tongue by opening her mouth. He had been so cruel and rude to her before, she feared he might harm her in some manner if she didn't respond to his commands obediently.
His tongue was thrusting deeply down her throat. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Hoover leaving the office through a special side door which led directly to the elevators. He had things well planned out in this little sex den of his!
"I'll be back after this training session is over!" he said, flashing the two a broad smile.
Alison tensed. Training? Training for what? All she had been interested in way hard, fast sex with her boss! Now he was talking about something different, and she was alone in the office with this cruel (yet sexy) man!
She suddenly wondered if the pain Mr. Hoover had mentioned before had a lot more to do with his sex games than she had previously imagined.
Perhaps her punishment would be more severe than she had imagined! This forbidden thought made the area between her legs moisten.
Suddenly, the man whose tongue she had been servicing pulled out of her mouth. He smacked her harshly on the side of the face. The girl went sprawling across the plush office carpet.
"YOU BIT ME, CUNT!" the man bellowed.
Alison's face stung. This man was abusing her so! She wasn't quite sure she enjoyed any bit of this at all! Oh, why had Mr. Hoover left?
"I-I'm sorry.. . " she mumbled weakly.
"DID I TELL YOU TO SPEAK TO ME, YOU UGLY LITTLE WHORE?" the terrible man yelled at the girl. He approached the girl, who began crawling along the wall-to-wall carpeting in fear. What physical abuse would this man thrust upon her next, she wondered in terror.
The man kicked her brutally with his heavy leather cowboy boots. Alison yelped in pain as the pointed toes dug into her tender skin. She was sure there would be a huge bruise on her leg tomorrow.
Mr. MacKenzie got down on his haunches beside the trembling teenager and whispered to her gently, "I told you to be quiet. Now I don't want to hear another sound from that tiny little mouth of yours until I tell you can speak. Is that clear?"
The terrified girl nodded her head furiously. Tears were welling in her eyes.
The big man went over to his gym bag. Alison tensed as he opened it up and rummaged around inside.
Her muscular captor turned around and noticed the apprehension welling up in her eyes. "Don't worry, now," he said tenderly. "My bag only contains toys to entertain and amuse you. Unless, of course, you want to be punished. Is that what you want?"
Alison did not want to contradict the man. He looked as if he might get quite angry if the girl did not agree with everything he suggested. Besides, Alison reflected, that is why she had come to the office in the first place-for punishment. She nodded her head in agreement.
The brawny man brought out a long length of thick, white rope from his bag.
"Good," he said. "The first thing that must be done to little girls who need to be punished it to tie them up. Surely you agree with that, don't you, Alison?"
Alison nodded once again. She felt her heartbeat generating speed. She could imagine the coarse strands of thick rope constricting her entire body. Perhaps this was just what she needed!
The man approached her, caressing the thick strand of rope in his muscular hands. "But there's no use in tying you up with all this clothing on!" Mr. MacKenzie said. "We want your tender little body to be able to feel every coarse inch digging into your skin, don't we?"
Alison nodded in agreement. She certainly wasn't going to resist. The man was too strong, the door was locked and, besides, Alison was genuinely getting turned on at the thought of being trussed up by this huge hunk of a guy!
Mr. MacKenzie knelt down beside the girl, let the rope fall on the carpet nearby, and grasped the girl's golden locks roughly. "YOU WANT ME TO STRIP YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF YOU, YOU CUNT?" he demanded savagely.
Alison could not understand this man's schizophrenic behavior. One moment he was sweet and tender, the next moment he was pulling and kicking her, and calling her crude names!
He was practically tearing her hair out by the roots. The girl almost screamed in pain. But she had not yet answered Mr. MacKenzie's question. He tugged on her hair with even more fury. "ANSWER ME, BITCH!! DO YOU WANT YOUR CLOTHES OFF OR NOT?"
Alison moaned, "YES! YES! YES!"
The man smacked her brutally across the face. "WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD SPEAK, BITCH?" he demanded furiously.
Alison attempted to look around at her assailant; he was still grasping onto her hair, so it was difficult for her to turn her head.
Mr. MacKenzie's eyes were gleaming like a madman. Alison was terrified.
"The next time you speak, bitch," he cooed with pained tenderness, "I'm going to cut your fucking tongue out."
He said the words sweetly.
Alison was trembling in terror.
The man then grabbed the front of her white chiffon dress. With one brutal yank, he had stripped the girl bare. Her bra and panties were discarded immediately.
The man stared at her tender young body lewdly. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned appreciatively. "Chuck sure picked himself a nice little wench this time!"
Alison was humiliated, hearing herself being spoken about so rudely right in front of her face!
The man's warm fingers began groping her shuddering body. He marveled at the smooth, creamy skin. This chaste little girl was soon going to have her pure, delicate skin ravaged by the tortures he and Mr. Hoover were going to submit it to in the next few days! He licked his lips in anticipation.
He felt his cock thicken and constrict within the narrow confines of his jeans.
It was now time to tie the girl up. But he wasn't just going to bind her hand and feet. He was going to tie her to the boss' desktop!
His huge arm thrust the telephone and pen set from the top of the huge mahogany piece of furniture. It was completely bare, now.
He lifted Alison up. The girl was whimpering in fear. She knew it would be useless to holler; by the time anyone reached the office, her body would have been beaten to a pulp!
Mr. MacKenzie placed the secretary face up on the desk top. The varnished wood was freezing cold. Alison felt her body tense up.
The man grabbed one of her arms and pulled it towards the closest corner of the table. He pulled the hand over the edge. Alison screamed in pain. It felt as if her hand was going to be wrenched from its socket.
Mr. MacKenzie glared at her sternly. She shut her mouth and began whimpering silently. She must do exactly what the big man wanted her to do.
He tightly wound the thick white rope around her tender wrist. Alison could feel the coarse hemp biting deeply into her skin. She knew she would have rope burns that lasted for days on her wrists.
Her captor savagely bound her second hand in the exact same way. Alison desperately wished he would handle her with more care. How was she ever going to submit to more punishment if it hurt so much?
But Mr. MacKenzie, who was an old hand at this game, knew that it would only be a matter of time before the girl was taught to enjoy and, indeed, look forward to the pain. It was all part of the training process!
The burly man removed another cord of rope from his gym bag and began to work on the girl's ankles.
Soon, she was bound spread-eagle on the cold mahogany desk.
The timid secretary was by now used to the hard, wooden desktop, and was beginning to feel that the ropes binding her hands and feet weren't quite as bad as she had originally expected.
Mr. MacKenzie went into his bag of tricks one more time, and to Alison's amazement, brought out a round rubber ball! She certainly had not taken the man seriously when he had said his bag contained toys for entertaining, but perhaps he had been speaking quite literally!
In that case, she had just been bound to her boss' desk top by some strange, handsome man who was not quite in possession of all his faculties! Oh, what was going to happen next?
Alison's heart was racing frantically.
"No, we're not going to play ball, my dear," the guy cooed. "I have much more interesting games in mind than that. The games I have in store for use to play simply aren't for children, I'm afraid! This little ball will assist me in making sure you keep your mouth shut. We don't want the entire company hear you screaming ... in pleasure, of course!"
The man wrenched Alison's mouth open, and deftly shoved the ball between her two rows of teeth. It fit in perfectly. However, Mr. MacKenzie wanted to be sure it would stay in securely.
Reaching into his gym bag one more time, he pulled out a thin leather strip with two clamps on either side. The ball, Alison had notices, had two hooks on either end. The leather strip was positioned behind her head, and the two clamps attached to the hooks on the ball. The man tightened the leather strip securely.
Alison stared at him, her eyes registering shock. She could barely even move her tongue!
The handsome man had the secretary completely under his command! She was bound to the table and completely gagged!
"Now, my pretty little slut, you must be chastised for your sins. Prepare to receive your punishment!"
Up until this very moment, Alison had been harboring fears that she should have never listened to her roommate and come into work today. Now, however, when this handsome man who had just made her his sex slave was about to punish her for all the naughty things she had done in the past, she felt a curious tingling sensation in her crotch.
She felt herself getting turned on by this virile, dark man who was prepared to make her atone for her sins!
She had heard all about these types of kinky sex scenes, but had always been repulsed by them. She thought only the most crude and vulgar people participated in such sordid events.
Now, however, she realized that all along, even while she had been gently made love to by her nice little boyfriends in their nice little homes deep inside their freshly-laundered bedsheets, she had been lusting to be beaten and whipped, sodomized and attacked, by a brutal, beast of a man!! !
No one was more shocked by this revelation than Alison herself! Less than ten minutes ago she would not really have believed it! But she was certainly hot and ready for the whip to come lashing down upon her tender skin at any moment!
Of course, the girl was still not sure if she would be able to handle the pain; she just knew that the idea turned her on. She also knew that she really did need the punishment: she had been a very bad little girl, after all!
Alison was a bit confused, however, as to how Mr. MacKenzie was going to whip her in the middle of the office. It seemed quite impossible to do things like that in such a public location. She was right.
Mr. MacKenzie seemed to read her thoughts. He leaned forward and whispered to her, "Don't worry. The whips aren't coming quite so soon. We must build up to that. Today, we're going to start with some simple exercises."
He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. He was staring at the beautiful display of young, tender female flesh that was sprawled across the desk.
The handsome man puffed on his cigarette.
The he removed it from his mouth.
He brought the smoldering end down towards the girl's body. She was staring at him with eyes bulging in horror.
Maybe the girl had thought she could handle whips and chains-those things all seemed so romantic, somehow. But something as drab as being burned with a lit cigarette seemed downright sadistic!
She watched in horror as the tiny red ember on the end of the thin white cylinder came closer and closer to her un marred skin.
A gray stream of smoke floated up towards the paneled office ceiling.
The ember was pressed down upon her right arm, just above the elbow. She writhed in pain.
The sensation was vaguely similar to being pricked with a pin over a rather large area of skin.
Mr. MacKenzie was chuckling now. He quickly brought the cigarette up off the girl's smooth white skin and prepared to burn a different, location of her body.
He went to the other end of the table and selected a particularly vulnerable and sensitive area of the girl's anatomy: the bottom of her foot.
The lit cigarette was brought down once again on the girl's virgin flesh. If Alison hadn't been gagged by the red rubber ball tightly attached to her mouth, she would certainly have let loose with a wail that would shame a banshee!
The girl had never endured such a horrible sensation in her life! What in God's name had she set herself up for?
But worse was yet to come! The sadistic man who had her at his disposal was now bringing the burning cigarette closer and closer to her right tit!
Alison tried to break loose of the ropes that bound her arms and legs, but it was no use. Mr. MacKenzie had spent many, many years tying up his victims, and he was very good at what he did!
The burning ember began charring the sensitive skin of Alison's pancake brown nipple. A slight smell of burnt flesh drifted through the office air.
Mr. MacKenzie decided that that was enough burning for the day; he didn't want the other office employees to notice the strange smell in the air!
He put out the cigarette (in an ashtray, not on Alison's skin, thank the Lord!) and began rummaging in his bag anew.
Tears were pouring out of Alison's big blue eyes. She could only imagine what torture was going to be thrust upon her poor body next!
Brutal sex was fine, but these acts were disgusting, filthy and, most importantly, painful!
She was almost pleasantly surprised, then, when Mr. MacKenzie displayed the next item he chose to pull from his gym bag of tricks.
It was only a dildo!
Alison could obviously handle having such a friendly and familiar item thrust up her pussy! Thank God the man hadn't chosen a nipple clamp or a blowtorch, or something!
Mr. MacKenzie crossed over to her figure and showed her the dildo. It was long and pretty thick, but the girl felt certain she could handle it. It certainly wasn't larger that Mr. Hoover, and he had thrust his member brutally into her the day before! This was going to be a piece of cake!
Mr. MacKenzie saw the look of delight registering on the girl's face.
"I'm glad you're happy, my little one! However, I'm not quite sure you understand what is going to be done with this. It certainly isn't going in your pretty little Pandora's box. No, Mr. Hoover and I are saving those pleasures for ourselves. Why should we allow then to inanimate objects?"
Alison looked at him confused. Where was he going to put it, then? And what were those strange cords attached to the bottom of the sex aid that she had just noticed?
"No, I'm afraid this little item-well, it's not that little, actually-this item is going to be shoved deep up your ass-hole. And, see these straps that are attached to it? They are going to be wrapped around your waist for the rest of the day. So, you will have to go about your regular duties in the office until five o'clock with this dildo deep in your ass. And, please don't think we're going to allow you to wear your panties. What would be the sense of that? You must be punished, Alison, my child, and this is one of the ways we must do it."
"If one of the other office employees happens to notice that you have no underwear on, and that you have a huge dildo stuck up your butt, well, the humiliation will do you good. Not only that, but you will not be permitted to utilize the facilities for the remainder of the day. Is that understood?"
Alison nodded. She still thought this was much better than being burned with a lit cigarette!
Her new instructor poised the head of the large dildo at the entrance of her tiny little butt. As he pressed it in further and further, the secretary could feel her sphincter muscle tighten up, refusing the foreign object entrance up her chute. Why didn't the man lubricate it, or something?
"Relax, Alison, or it won't go in."
The girl attempted to relax her natural reaction to contract her sphincter muscles. The man shoved the dildo up her ass savagely.
Her body writhed in pain. It felt as if a huge sausage had just been shoved up her tiny hole. Spasms of agony shot through her body. This was simply horrible! And it must remain implanted up her ass until the end of the working day?
It was just too unbearable to think about!
Mr. MacKenzie was now tying the leather straps that went around her waist and kept the dildo firmly in place.
"Now," he said. "Today's lesson is over. But tonight's lesson has yet to come."
Alison looked up at the man in horror. Tonight ? !
"Yes, yes!" he exclaimed, laughing cruelly. "You must certainly be aware that this is Friday. Mr. Hoover is going to take you to his.. .uh, shall we call them his correctional facilities, and teach you exactly how bad girls like you should be treated. Now, don't be alarmed. You'll enjoy every moment of it."
Mr. MacKenzie suddenly became very rude once again. He barked savagely at her, 'AND BESIDES, YOU FILTHY SLUT, YOU DESERVE IT! JUST LIKE YOU DESERVE THIS!"
The handsome man exploded with fury for no apparent reason, and began to smack the defenseless girl over every section of her naked body.
Alison attempted to shield herself, but, of course, it was simply useless.
This man was truly insane! What had provoked this horrible onslaught?
When his sudden rage had subsided, the man looked down at the pretty teenager's ravaged body. She looked so pitiful lying there on the big office table, bound by the thick white rope on all four corners, with the red rubber ball strapped into her mouth, the cigarette burns still visible on her white flesh, and a huge dildo snapped up her ass.
He opened his sensuous mouth, threw back his handsome head and began to guffaw hysterically. His body shook with the gales of laughter emitting from his mouth.
To poor Alison, this was the most terrifying thing that had occurred all morning long!!
Five
Rhonda was getting ready for her third night of work at Go-Go Girls Galore. She carefully placed the tiny, purple sequined panties in which she would soon be gyrating in her large brown purse. Glancing at the clock near her bed, the girl realized she would be late if she didn't leave immediately.
It was ten minutes to ten. Rhonda wondered briefly where her roommate Alison could be. She hoped everything had gone alright at the office today!
It really wasn't like Alison to be gone for such a long period of time without getting in touch with her. But there was really nothing Rhonda could do at the moment. If something really had happened to her roommate, the police would not even consider her a missing person until twenty-four hours had passed.
If she still wasn't home by the time Rhonda's shift ended (5:00 AM), then she would decide what further action to take.
The nascent go-go dancer put her coat on, locked the door, and prepared to catch a bus down to Times Square.
While waiting at the bus stop in the chilly autumn night, Rhonda let her thoughts wander to a more interesting subject: Tony, the waiter at Millie's.
He had looked particularly sexy today, especially since she had almost brought herself to orgasm the night before just thinking about him!
He had asked her today why she was looking so pale. She had replied that she was working at a job in the evening, also.
When he asked her what she did, she wondered if she should tell him, then decided, what the hell! He might even come see her dance! The thought almost made her wet her panties!
Imagine, the guy she lusted after, sitting before her as she displayed herself to the approval of a crowded room of strange men! She could envision him clapping enthusiastically as she grinded her hips and jiggled her high-pointed tits for his pleasure!
Tony had seemed quite amazed, then quite interested in her moonlighting position. He promised her he would come watch her one night.
Rhonda's sex-starved pussy desperately hoped tonight would be the night!
* * * * *
Go-Go Girls Galore was more packed than Rhonda had ever seen it before! She made her way through the throngs of catcalling, gesticulating unkempt men who were immersed in a sea of stale cigarette smoke drifting through the dimly-lit air of the tiny nightclub.
Some men were already well on their way to an extreme state of intoxicated obnoxiousness. Others had only begun their liquefied journey, but would reach the same destination quite soon.
Biffy Bum Bum (her stage name, obviously) was oscillating wildly on the stage to the men's howls of delight.
That fat cow! Rhonda thought to herself. Biffy always chose the most repulsive music to dance to. Now, the woman's yards of lard were bouncing up and down in the harsh glare of the spotlight to the strains of some particularly offensive high-energy type song.
Rhonda simply could not understand why the grossly overweight woman get more tips than she did. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she had been working at Go-Go Girls Galore for three years, now and had her regular customers. Or maybe the men just treated her as some sort of carnival freak show performer, and gave her money out of pity.
The real reason Biffy Bum Bum made so much money, however, was because the men really loved the way she played with herself on stage.
Rhonda could never lower herself to such depths. It was bad enough dancing topless, but to actually bring yourself to orgasm right in front of a hundred or so cheering drunkards was downright disgusting!
Rhonda quickly scoured the crowd to see if anyone she recognized was in the howling masses, but there were no familiar faces. She went backstage to await her shift.
Rhonda stripped off her jeans and white wool sweater in the filthy little dressing room. She took off her bra and underwear and, shivering in the cold autumn air (it was roasting on stage and in the club, but no heat was provided backstage), slipped on her tiny sequined outfit.
Rhonda had shaved her pubic hairs into a perfect vee so that no hair would poke out from the triangle of her show-panties.
She placed a purple and gold tassel on each one of her breasts. The creamy mounds were covered with tiny goose bumps.
Rhonda's breasts were particularly fine specimens. She took great pride in their perfectly round shape and their firmness. The nipples were high and pointed. The skin was baby-smooth, as if she had covered them daily with baby powder.
But she never had. They were just naturally like that.
With such a perfect pair of tits, it was no wonder that she had gotten this job at the club as soon as she had walked through the door.
The manager, Mr. Estrada, had pointed at her from his location behind the location behind the bar (it had been closed at that time) and had shouted to her, "If you're here for the job, you've got it!"
Rhonda had been very pleased. Now, on her third night at the club, she was beginning to wonder really what had possessed her to apply for the job in the first place.
She was afraid Alison would find out (although, ever since the girl's experience at her office the day before, Rhonda doubted very seriously that topless dancing would shock the girl now!); she really didn't make much money; and it was rather demeaning.
But, then again, Rhonda sort of enjoyed the humiliation and the debasement. It sort of turned her on to have men calling crude things up to her as she paraded in front of them without a stitch of clothes on.
It stimulated her the same way she had been stimulated yesterday at the thought oflbny sternly forcing her to get down on her knees before his spread-legged figure and service his throbbing cock with her moist mouth, desperate to please.
Yes, Rhonda had resigned herself to the fact that she was somewhat of a masochist. If only she could find the right master who would force her to be his sex slave!
Biffy suddenly entered the dressing room, rivers of sweat cascading down her huge folds of pimpled fat. "Boy, great crowd out there tonight!" she said, thrusting some dollar bills under Rhonda's nose.
"I must have made over seventy dollars! Shouldn't you be out there in a few minutes?"
"Yes" Rhonda left the hulking mass reeking of body odor and made her way to the right wing of the small stage.
She would be on in ten minutes. The jukebox was blaring as the men awaited the next display of female flesh. They certainly were rather rowdy tonight!
It was the first Friday night Rhonda had worked, and she had never seen a group of men so worked up! She had also never seen a group of men so drunk in her entire life!
Why, some could barely stand, and the majority could barely talk without slurring!
She stood on the wing of the stage, waiting her turn. She felt like a Christian on her way to the Coliseum to be slaughtered by the lions.
And, strangely enough, this analogy began to arouse the young girl. She felt her pussy begin to heat up.
Yes, once again she was going to humiliate herself in bare flesh before this crowd of jeering, drunken men!
Rhonda reached down into her sequined panties and began to scratch her pubic hair gently on this thought. Her slender fingers began creeping southward, temptation rising as her nervousness grew.
Suddenly, the spot light lit the stage, and the music she had selected for this evening's performance, "Strut" (to be followed by "Sugar Wills", both by that trendy little songstress, Sheena Easton) blared out of the ancient speakers on either side of the stage.
Rhonda removed her hand from the depths of her panties and headed for stage center, shaking her hips wildly.
The men began to hoot in appreciation at the fine figure of the young girl displayed before them.
Rhonda swaggered sensuously around the stage, feeling all the more naked under the harsh white spotlight.
Her exposed flesh began to perspire profusely as she bounded across the stage, egged on by the men's drunken cries of delight and crude comments hurled at her in slurred tones.
"Hey, baby, strut your little pussy in my direction!"
"Give me your hot little box, you sexy mama!"
"Shake those tits, girl!"
Rhonda had reached her Shangri-La: dancing naked on stage to the rude cries of a throng of drunken men!
Oh, the humiliation!
How she longed to simply wallow in it!
How she longed to be brutally punished for her sinful actions!
How she longed to be raped and abused for retribution!!
Amongst the drunken crowd, particularly heavy near the bar area, sat a silent Tony Stromboli.
He was watching his fellow employee with lust smoldering in his eyes.
He was completely sober.
And he was completely turned on by the gyrating female prancing about on stage in front of him.
He was going to go backstage when she was through and fuck the shit out of her.
* * * * *
Miss Goodly entered her living room from the kitchen. She had two cocktails in her hands. One was for herself. The other was for her construction worker friend.
His name was Bobby. She had invited him home for the evening.
"So, Bobby" she said, placing his drink on the coffee table before him. "How do you enjoy your work?"
"It's okay," he replied.
The noise is rather annoying, but I supposed I won't mind after the little incident that occurred today!"
"Were you a virgin?" the kid asked.
Miss Goodly was taken aback. What an rude question! She hoped she wasn't going to regret asking this young man home! He was a rather crude individual, after all, and he had taken her by force and thrust himself upon her in the men's lavatory of her office building. But she had loved every moment of the attack.
And she had obviously invited him over to her house for a repeat performance.
"Well, I really don't see what that has to do with.. . " she trailed off.
Bobby was getting horny once again. The alcohol (they were on their third round), the dim lights, the warm atmosphere of the tastefully-furnished apartment, the beautiful older woman sitting inches away from him on the sofa-all were contributing to giving the young lad a raging hard on.
"Let's fuck," he suggested.
Miss Goodly was shocked once again at the youth's brevity.
Goodness! Didn't anyone believe in the intricacies of courting anymore?
The construction worker grabbed the woman by one of her fragile, slender hands. He pulled her up from the sofa roughly.
Miss Goodly felt fear sweep over her body. Her heart began beating quickly. What would happen next?
She was savagely pulled from the living room by the sinewy laborer and thrust into the bedroom. The secretary was experiencing an absurd mixture of emotions. Her fear was blended with a hungering, a lusting for the boy's thick cock!
She wanted him to strip her clothes off and fuck her like the animal he was; rape her right on her own bed!
Miss Goodly felt that familiar burning sensation between her legs. She wanted this stud to fuck her bad!
Bobby threw her on the bed. It was covered by a thick pink bedspread she had purchased at Bloomingdales. The borders were surrounded with generous helpings of lace.
The construction worker's grimy overalls juxtaposed against the femininity of the bedspread was an ironic sight.
But the two hungering bodies weren't interested in irony. They were interested in cold, brutal fucking!
For the second time that day, Bobby's filthy hands tore off the executive's blouse and skirt. He fumbled for the zipper on his dusty overalls and thrust it down quickly. He cast the item of clothing aside.
His quivering, muscular young body towered over the prone figure of Miss Goodly. For the first time she marveled at the firm, thick thighs; the flat, rippling stomach; the hairless, compact chest sporting muscular pecs.
Her eyes, more commonly looking at typewriter keys or accounting logs, feasted hungrily on the much-welcomed sight of the young man's throbbing member swinging proudly before him.
Soon, that huge rod would be thrusting deep in the secretary's cunt! She couldn't wait for the penetration to begin!
And, now that she wasn't tied up, she could respond much better! She would show this insolent little brat she was no virgin!
"Oh, fuck me, you hot little stud!" she moaned, lapsing deep within the folds of the bedspread as if in languish. She was ready to succumb to the physical pleasures he would soon reap upon her craving body.
What a change from the prim little executive who had complained to him in the hallway this morning, Bobby thought, smiling to himself.
He thrust his filthy form upon her prostrate figure. His tongue greedily pushed through her teeth and explored her moist, open mouth. He shoved in deeper and deeper.
His hands reached down and began to knead her supple breasts. He fondled them as if her were choosing melons at the local grocers. And why not?
They were the exact size and shape of melons! Only, certainly not as cold and harsh!
His eager fingers circled her erect nipples. She was definitely turned on by this young kid who was so knowledgeable in bed!
He continued grasping the woman's nipples. They felt like hardened raisins to him.
He removed his tongue from her mouth. A trail of spit slithered down both their chins.
Bobby brought his mouth over one of the tiny pink nipples. His teeth eagerly nibbled at one of them.
Miss Goodly moaned in ecstasy. His gentle little love bites were sending spasms of pleasures throughout her entire breast.
The tricky guy's expert mouth began traveling downward. She felt the warm, moist tongue servicing inch after inch of her tender white flesh. She closed her eyes and took in every little flicker of the crafty wet tip.
Soon, the young stud bending over her had reached her navel. She felt his tongue dart in and out of the belly button playfully. She almost giggled in glee.
His journey southward continued, and Miss Goodly had a very good idea as to where the ultimate destination was.
She gasped in pleasure as he hit the spot. His tongue lovingly ran up and down the ridges of lips of her cunt. She felt her love juices begin to spew forth from her depths.
Bobby could sense the woman's generous mound of coarse pubic hair almost begin to rise in temperature. He could almost feel tiny dewdrops of pre-cum forming deep within the forest.
He could almost sense these delights. But he couldn't be sure.
He was very sure of one thing, however. Tiny dewdrops of pre-cum were definitely beginning to squeeze forth from the tiny piss slit on the head of his blood engorged member!
The youth was ready to fuck this bitch for all she was worth!
He placed his limber, slender body over her prostrate form. She was deep in the throes of passion and barely noticed her young stud was beginning to make his grand entrance.
He positioned his throbbing cock head over the entrance to her tunnel of delights. He brought his handsome young face parallel to hers.
He opened his mouth lovingly and stuck out his tongue. Miss Goodly felt his moist tongue enter her panting mouth at the exact same time as she felt his huge rod plunge deep into her craving pussy. She moaned as her two holes were filled to die brim.
The young man began to pump into the woman with short, brutal strokes. That was the way he liked to fuck.
He felt the moist and leathery muscles of the women's inner thighs grabbing at his thrusting rod.
This woman was so tight! He was sure she had been a virgin up until today! He began pouncing into her wildly.
Miss Goodly was screaming in ecstasy like some possessed creature. She grabbed the firm back of her newly-found lover and assisted his thrusting motions. She just couldn't get enough of the huge slab of man-meat that was ravaging her ins ides!
She felt his meaty balk attacking her right below her pussy every time the young stud plummeted into her to the hilt. She liked the way they banged up against her.
But, of course, she liked the way his huge dick thrust between her taco-shaped lips even more! She could feel the entire length of the massive member deep within her. She could feel it scratching that love itch she had always been frustrated to feel deep within her womb.
She had never had that itch satisfied before. Now, in one twenty-four hour period, she was having it scratched twice!
God, this was much better than reading textbooks on archaeological digs on a Friday night!
She continued grasping the young panting figure around his back.
Both bodies were soon covered with a thin layer of sweat. The passion and sexual action was causing their body temperatures to rise higher and higher.
Miss Goodly was moaning louder and louder.
She simply could not handle all this pleasure! The huge rod was just too good! She felt an eruption deep within her, and closed her eyes, wailing in delight.
She saw stars dancing in front of her, as spasms wracked her euphoric body in jolt after enthralling jolt.
Miss Goodly was totally spent.
But her sexy lover was far from over. He continued plummeting into her exhausted body.
The woman began to feel a slight, uncomfortable pain between her legs.
She wasn't sure if her poor pussy could take this much action in one day! She would really have to pace herself for the first few months of her newly-found sex life!
Bobby sensed that his partner had just reached orgasm, so he decided he had better speed things up a bit. He could have pounded away into that sweet little cunt all night long, but he was sure that the woman would eventually start protesting. And he had already forced himself upon her once today. He didn't want to have to do it again.
He would wait until her had her totally under his control, then he would be able to force the dumb bitch to do anything he demanded. He had dealt with these types before!
Bobby soon felt himself reaching orgasm. His cum suddenly shot forth between the woman's creamy white legs. He grabbed her feverishly, gasping and panting.
Soon, the ejaculations of the white, sticky stuff had subsided, and the young man pulled out of Miss Goodly's twat gently.
The older woman looked around at the panting, sweat covered face of her hunky little stud.
"That was great, dear!" she said. "I have never been fucked so wonderfully in my life! I almost came twice!"
"Let's take a shower," he suggested.
"Why, certainly!" Miss Goodly replied.
The two naked figures got up from the disheveled bed sheets and wandered into the bathroom.
Soon, the tiled room was filling up with steam.
"Shall we take a shower together?" Miss Goodly asked with excited nervousness.
"Of course!" Bobby replied.
The secretary giggled. Her limited excursions into sex had her regarding this act as kinky and exciting.
They entered the shower together and the pink plastic shower curtain was pulled across.
Amidst the streams of tepid water, the proper little executive began to soap down the sinewy body of her newly-found lover.
When her foam-filled hands grasped his cock, she was amazed to feel it swell immediately under her touch.
Bobby pressed his eager lips against hers as the water pounded down upon them. His hand groped between her legs.
The soap fell to the floor of the tub with a clatter.
The young man thrust Miss Goodly up against the wet tile wall.
Miss Goodly realized she was about to get fucked not once, not twice, but three times in one day!
She spread her soaking legs and prepared for the onslaught once again.
Six
Rhonda Pogues was resting in the tiny dressing room behind the stage of Go-Go Girls Galore.
Sweat still dripped from her exhausted frame. She shivered and wrapped a bathrobe around her otherwise naked body.
She had made forty-three dollars in tips during her first shift on stage.
Not as good as Biffy, perhaps, but certainly much better than she could have done working twenty minutes at Millie's. Rhonda really would have quit her job at that horrible little establishment months ago if it hadn't been for Tony.
The two hundred pounds of pure muscle and virility kept her serving burritos and sangria to the obnoxious businessmen who frequented the place during her shift. They very rarely left big tips.
But Rhonda persevered with the hope that, one day soon, Tony would give her a big, big tip!
The shapely girl sighed and glanced at her watch. She was due to dance in fifteen more minutes.
Fifi LaMoore was now on stage, and the men were reacting like savage animals just set loose after months of captivity. Rhonda wondered how much money Fifi was making in tips. Probably more than forty-three dollars.
But, then again, Fifi was always bringing herself to orgasm on stage, just like Biffy.
Rhonda suddenly decided to masturbate on stage the next time she went on, too. What the hell, she was performing this job because she liked the feeling of humiliation it brought to her. And what could be more humiliating than fondling yourself in front of a group of drunken bums?? ?
Fifi had chosen a medley of Madonna tunes to rattle and shake to. "Into the Groove" had just ended. The men were applauding and cheering uproariously. Fifi had no doubt just come and was about to leave the stage. Rhonda would be on in ten minutes.
Rhonda wondered if her fellow go-go dancers really did come. It certainly would be quite easy to fake an orgasm on stage!
That was immaterial, the girl decided. Whether they came or not, Rhonda was going to stimulate herself until she actually did.
The girl was sure the tips would come pouring in just as her juices came pouring out!
Fifi came running into the dressing room. She was chomping on gum as usual. "Eighty-two lousy dollars!" she complained.
Rhonda thought of the forty-three dollars she had made, and was quite glad of the decision she had just made!
In a few minutes, Sheena Easton had replaced the blaring jukebox, and Rhonda was in the middle of the spotlight, wiggling her scantily-clad ass.
The guzzling crowd was wailing in delight at the sight of a new piece of flesh (most had not seen Rhonda's earlier set).
"Shake your ass, Pippi, baby"
Pippi Pogues was Rhonda's stage name.
She responded by spreading her spreading her legs clad in black fishnet tights (with a seam up the back), facing the back of the stage, bending over, and thrusting her perfectly-formed cheeks straight at the audience.
Rhonda grabbed her stiletto-heeled shoes and began bouncing her ass back and forth. The men hooted and hollered.
Sheena Easton sang about spending the night inside her sugar walls.
The crowd of lecherous old men and t-shirt clad slobs with beer bellies was responding wildly.
Tony sat silently by the bar, staring at Rhonda's gyrating figure. He reached down and squeezed the huge mound that was beginning to grow between his legs.
This was Pippi Pogues last time on stage for the evening, he knew. He couldn't wait to meet Rhonda!
"Show us those tits! Show us those tits!" demanded a particularly vociferous member of the crowd.
Rhonda turned around and did as she was requested. She pulled the two tiny tassels off her nipples and paraded around the stage, bathed in the harsh spotlight. She shook her luscious globes sexily. She displayed her wares for all to see.
The crowd was going wild.' Rhonda knew they always did this late at night. They were all usually close to passing out from all the alcohol they had poured down their throats.
She strutted around the stage like a peacock. The new section of her show had to begin soon, or the music would run out, she thought.
She grasped the tiny sequined panty and pulled it off. The audience screamed for more. She threw the coveted item into the crowd. A roar went up, and bodies clamored over one another to retrieve it.
The music was pounding, and the men were screaming in anticipation.
Rhonda stuck her middle finger deep into the folds of her pussy.
The men moaned in delight as they watched the slender, white digit disappear deep within the mound of pubic hair.
Rhonda thrust her hips forward for effect. Cries went up from the drunken men. She began to fondle the wet sticky area between her pussy lips. Her thumb began to stroke her clit.
Her legs were spread, her back was arched. Her mouth was twisted in an expression of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly closed.
Rhonda loved this feeling. Standing on stage, her body bathed in sweat, the spotlight shining directly on her limber body. Hundreds of men delighting in her spectacular, sexual exploration of herself right in front of their very eyes.
She listened to the cheers and cries as she fingered herself. She soon felt herself coming. Juice exploded deep within her inner tissues. Her fingers were soaked. The audience cheered.
The public display was over. So were the songs.
Dollar bills rained down upon the stage. Rhonda spent a few seconds collecting the dirty green bills, then ran backstage for the comfort of her bath robe.
She was relaxing on the wooden stool in the dressing room once again. Her body had cooled down, and the sweat had evaporated. She was totally exhausted.
Suddenly, there was a tap on the door. Rhonda jumped. Oh, shit! After a particularly stimulating performance like the one she had just given, there were always "visitors" invading the dressing room. And it usually wasn't autographs they were after.
This late at night, the bouncer rarely did his job. Rhonda would have to deal with whoever was at the door by herself.
She wrapped the terry cloth bathrobe around herself tightly and stood up.
"Just get the hell out of here, you fucking pervert!" she yelled as she flung open the door.
Then her heart skipped a beat. Instead of a fat, drunken slob on the other side of the dressing room door, there stood a handsome, brawny Italian. Tony, to be exact.
Rhonda's eyes bulged. "What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. Oh, God, had he seen her make herself come on stage, she wondered, suddenly horrified at what she had just done. She felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"You invited me to come watch you dance some time," Tony replied in those sexy, guttural tones of his. He always seemed to be slurring his words, but he was really just hiding a ver thick Brooklyn accent. Rhonda loved his voice.
"And, Pippi, I must say I loved every minute of it."
Rhonda blushed as she motioned for the hunky guy to enter the dressing room.
"I hate those stage names they give us," she said. "I refused to get rid of my last name, however. They wanted to call me Pippi Pussy, and I absolutely refused!"
Tony placed his manly form on the stool Rhonda had been sitting in moments earlier. The man exuded such a strong air of virility and masculinity.
Rhonda stared at the bulge between his legs. It was obvious the guy had a raging hard on. And what a hard on it was! Rhonda could tell the man was carrying a whopper between his legs!
"So, uh, did you, uh, like the show?"
"I loved it. Especially when you came. I almost came myself. I'm still pretty worked up about it now, as you can probably tell."
One large, hairy hand reached down and the man fondled his crotch before Rhonda's unbelieving eyes.
"Uh, do you want to help me get rid of this problem I have?"
Rhonda gulped. "Yy-yy.. . "
She was unable to utter an entire word.
The muscular Italian smiled at her knowingly. "I assume that means yes. Just what I thought.""
He continued kneading the mound between his legs. Tony was wearing tight white jeans, and Rhonda could see the outline of a thick, long pole sticking up in the area of the crotch. The hose-like bulge reached passed the top of the man's jeans!
His dick must be at least eleven inches long, the girl thought in amazement. Was that even possible.
"Yeah, most little sluts like you are just dying to have me ram my huge Italian sausage right up their tight little twats."
Rhonda was shocked at this verbal abuse. But definitely stimulated by it, also!
This was exactly how she had imagined the tough Italian waiter would be! And she loved every minute of it!
"And, Rhonda, after tonight," he flashed her a saccharine smile. "You have proven that you are quite a little slut. In fact, I'd call you a goddam whore! And you know what should be done to filthy whores?"
Rhonda leaned up against the door of the dressing room and pulled her robe around her naked body even more tightly. She was trembling in excitement and fear. "W-what?" she asked, staring at the massive Italian seated across from her.
Tony stood up and began walking towards the shivering girl.
"Well," he said in his sexy deep voice. "They would love to be fucked, especially by a huge bull-dick like mine. They would love to feel it deep in their filthy cunts. But smart studs like me know that whores sleep around. So we won't put our dicks where hundreds of other guys have shot their wads. No. For filthy whores, there's only one place they should be fucked.
And that's up the ass!"
Rhonda tensed in fear. Was Tony really serious? She would have trouble enough fitting that huge thing in her vagina, but how could he conceivable believe that the massive member would ever be able to fit in her tiny little ass-hole?
He would rip her apart!
The go-go dancer began to open the door to the dressing room in fear.
"N-n-nno, Tony. Please. You'll never fit! You'll tear me to shreds! Please, please just fuck me! I want you to fuck me so bad! Please, I'll do anything you want, but don't do that to me! Please, just fuck me instead!"
"Silly bitch!" Tony said, laughing. His massive hand slammed the door shut. He slapped Rhonda across the face. "I'm not going to fuck you because that's exactly what you want me to do! What would be the sense of that?"
Rhonda had fallen to the ground when the powerful dark man had slapped her. She attempted to get up, feeling her left cheek, which was still stinging from the blow. Tears were welling in her pretty blue eyes.
"You are such a stupid little cunt. You really are!"
Rhonda looked up at the towering figure. His booted foot struck out suddenly and kicked her in the chest. She fell to the floor of the dressing room in total shock.
Her robe had fallen open. She attempted to cover herself.
But Tony was already staring lustfully at the exposed white female flesh. He had seen how she moved on the stage, and figured she would be just as good in the sack.
Too bad there was no bed around, though. But his sexual craving had gone to far for him to move to another location now! He wanted to rape this silly bitch then and there!
Rhonda lay in a whimpering heap. The man's slap across the face, and his boot on her chest had hurt her, but something held her back from screaming out in protest. Was it possible that, although he had hurt her, she wanted very much for him to complete the act he had suggested?
An act that would obviously send spasms of pain throughout her tender body?
The hot Italian stud was coming closer to her prostrate figure. He was removing a thick black belt from around his waist. He wielded it at her menacingly.
"You are such a stupid cunt," he said once again. "That I think I'm going to smack some sense into that dense little brain of yours! Filthy, slutty whores deserve to be whipped and beaten!"
Rhonda knew deep down that she had been pretty naughty lately. She had engaged in lesbian activities with her roommate yesterday, after all. And she had exposed herself to crowds of drunken men. Not only that, she had actually masturbated herself to orgasm in front of them!
She hung her head in shame. She really was a filthy, slutty whore! She really did need to be reprimanded for her wrongdoing!
And Tony was the perfect person to force her to atone for her numerous sins!
She felt the belt lash her bare skin. The heavy leather strap had caught her fully on her stomach. She winced in pain. But she deserved every ounce of it.
The hunky Italian struck her once again, this time on the back. 'Take THAT, you goddam SLUT!" he yelled.
Rhonda knew she was guilty of being a slut. She rightfully deserved the pain.
The belt flogged her body again and again. Tony continued to hurl verbal abuse at her in that sexy voice of his.
Rhonda felt as if the burly, hot stud were purifying her with every lash. Cleansing her before he would allow his manhood to enter the depths of her vile body.
"Enough of that!" he growled suddenly. He cast the belt away, and began to undo the white jeans that held captive his amazingly long throbbing member.
Rhonda wiped away a stray tear and felt her body throbbing where the brawny man had wracked it with blows from his heavy black belt.
Her body wanted to be ravaged by something else.
And the pain would be of an entirely different type.
Turn over, bitch!" Tony demanded.
Rhonda did as she was instructed. She found that quick obedience came very easily to her.
She lay on the floor of the dressing room, face down.
She felt her robe being lifted. The man threw it over her head. She was shielded by the cloth, and could not see what the man was up to next.
But she could certainly feel it!
If Rhonda's head had not been covered by the back of her robe, she would surely have marveled at Tony's thick Italian tool. The dark, meaty member stood stiffly at attention. Its twelve inches throbbed in the cool dressing room air. The blood engorged shaft was almost as thick, if not thicker, than one of Rhonda's wrists. A huge, thick vein ran along the entire length of the underside. The head was massive-as big as a fist.
And Tony was preparing to shove this impressive slab of man meat deep into Rhonda's tiny pink ass-hole.
It really did seem as if the laws of nature would deep this action impossible. The cock was so big, and Rhonda's hole so small. But the burly Italian stud was prepared to try.
This little whore needed to be punished, and he was going to see that she received her retribution, even if she was killed in the process!
He spit on his hand and generously wiped some of the liquid on the head of his monster prick. He certainly did not do this to make his entrance any easier on the bitch. He did this because it really would have been impossible to even attempt to shove his twelve inches in without some sort of lubrication, no matter how insignificant!
He ran his huge throbbing head up and down the warm butt crack. He liked the feel of his dick between the smooth ass cheeks.
But he knew he was gong to enjoy what came next much better.
He felt the slut underneath him tense as she felt his head press up against the tiny pink entrance of her ass.
Her sphincter muscles, not used to such an intrusion, contracted immediately.
Tony was really going to have to plunge in powerfully if he ever hoped to violate the small hole.
So, without warning, he thrust deep within the girl's ass cheeks.
She screamed in pain and her head shot up in horror. This was the most awful experience she had ever been forced to endure in her life! It felt as if a smoldering poker had been shoved up her tender ass!
Tony's sensation, however, was entirely different. He felt the muscles of the girl's colon gripping the huge member as it was thrust right beside them.
He reamed forward into the girl's ass. The head of his cock exploded into her rectum. The girl was wailing uncontrollably.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" the brawny guy shouted sternly, giving the girl a resounding smack on the head. "YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT OF WHAT YOU'RE GETTING!! "
Just as Rhonda felt sure she would pass out from the horrible sensations wracking her entire body, she felt the muscles in her ass stretch to make way for the thick hard meat that was being savagely thrust up her tiny chute.
She began to breathe again. She wasn't going to be ripped apart, after all! But, still, the sensation certainly wasn't at all pleasurable!
But Rhonda came to the conclusion that, being the filthy whore she was, she really didn't deserve pleasant sex with the object of her lust. This was the best she could hope for.
Tony was certainly enjoying himself, however. The man had stripped himself of all his clothes, and his hark, hairy body was glistening with sweat as he pounded deeper and deeper up Rhonda's tender chute.
Even though the man was possessed with an extremely large cock which made even the most loose of cunts seem tight, Tony had always particularly enjoyed the even tighter sensation that only a woman's ass-hole could give.
The only problem was, he rarely found a woman who was willing to share these delights with him. So, he had to search around for dumb sluts like Rhonda who really did need to be punished. And this was the best way the man could think of to both teach the cunts a lesson while letting him get his rocks off also!
He shifted the direction of his plunges. Rhonda seemed to be betting used to the huge dick sodomizing her ass. He wanted to ream every section of her bowels with his bulbous head, so that the stupid bitch wouldn't be able to sit down for a week or so!
Rhonda moaned in slight agony as the man shifted his position and his Italian cock began brutally stabbing some deeply buried unknown wall of her bowels. She was afraid he might permanently damage something up there! Oh, would he never come?
Rhonda would definitely have to think twice about doing something bad again! This punishment was certainly quite severe!
Tony began moaning in pleasure as he thrust into the girl again and again. He arched his muscular back, and rivulets of sweat ran courses through the thick mats of hair that covered his chest.
His huge dark hands smacked the moaning girl on the back. His thighs, as thick as tree stumps, threatened to snap her fragile leg bones in two!
Tony was going to come any moment now. He felt the spunk bubbling up in his balls. He felt the tight, warm ass surrounding his pulsating member, and the silky sheath gripping onto the cock with every thrust.
"Oh, yeah, I'm coming, bitch!" he moaned huskily, snapping his hips back and forth. Rhonda was now bucking her ass up to meet his thrusts. The man suddenly wondered if she was beginning to enjoy her punishment a bit too much!
"But I ain't gonna come in you!" he said, pulling out roughly.
Rhonda gasped. The man's massive left hand suddenly threw her aching body around. He was gripping the large tool with his other hand. He was beating himself off before her very eyes.
Suddenly, the man brought his cock inches away from her face. "Drink my come, bitch!" he demanded.
From the tiny slit on the top of his blood-engorged dick-head burst a thick stream of creamy white liquid. The first spurt hit Rhonda right under her left eye. Subsequent loads were aimed all around her face. The girl was humiliated. Here she was, beat and abused, forced to have Tony's come spattering all over her face!
The last few drops were aimed down her throat. She swallowed them immediately.
Tony's hulking frame was still sitting on top of her exhausted body. His dick quickly became flaccid.
"Well, bitch, how did you enjoy your punishment?"
"Oh, Tony, I really don't know what to say! I've been a very bad girl, and I'll never do anything bad again. Thank you for teaching me to be a good girl! I promise I'll do better!"
That's very good, Rhonda. Because you know I see you every day at work. If you slip up again, I'll know all about it. And I'll be forced to punish you once again. Now, that wouldn't be very pleasant, would it?"
Rhonda looked at him with her pretty blue eyes. "No! That would be very awful!" she replied.
But, deep down inside, she couldn't wait until the next time she was required to atone for her sins!
Seven
Alison had spent the remainder of the working day in total misery. Not only were the cigarette burns that peppered her body hurting her immensely, but that awful Mr. MacKenzie had forced her to resume her office duties with no underwear on and a huge dildo strapped up her ass!
The timid little secretary was sure everyone else in the office could notice she was walking rather strangely! Thank God Mr. Hoover and she were located in a rather deserted area of the office!
And thank God that horrid little Miss Goodly had not passed by on her way to the staff kitchen to refill her coffee cup the remainder of the afternoon! Alison did not know what she would have done if the lady had come nosing around once again with her beady brown eyes!!
She would never, ever take Rhonda's advice again! Her roommate had told her to go into work today, and then think about what she would do about her job over the weekend. But now her perverted boss was planning on taking her home with him until Monday morning! And there was nothing she could do to stop him!
When she had been untied from the office desk, Mr. Hoover had come back into the office, congratulated her on surviving the preliminary training, and told her that she was going with him to his correctional facilities, whatever they were, for the weekend!
He also mentioned that he knew her address, and her parents' address, and would certainly track her down if she went running away to either of them.
If she attempted to go to the police, it would mean death. The terrified little teenager believed every word her boss said. She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to spend a very unusual weekend with Mr. Hoover. t
She wondered if the few moments of sexual pleasure she would obviously be permitted to experience over the next few days would be worth all the torture she would be put through. Alison somehow doubted it, but there really was not much she could do about the situation now!
It was ten minutes to five. Mr. MacKenzie had left Mr. Hoover's office some time before. He had presumably used the side door, because he had not exited from the main door.
Suddenly, Mr. Hoover was calling his secretary on the intercom. Alison jumped, put the cover on her typewriter, and prepared to enter her boss' office.
She paused with her handle on the door and breathed deeply. She sensed that her weekend training was about to begin.
"Yes, Mr. Hoover?" the timid girl inquired as she opened the door.
The handsome man was seated behind his desk-the desk that only a few hours ago had supported Alison's naked, bound body!
"Come in, Alison, dear."
The pretty secretary did as she was instructed. She entered the office, closed the door behind her and waited obediently in front of the huge oak desk.
"Did you enjoy your training session with Mr. MacKenzie this morning?"
Alison nodded. What else could she do?
That's good. Very good. Because you are going to spend a very similar two days alone with me at my correctional facilities. You do realize the importance of proper training in a young girl's life."
"Y-yes, Mr. Hoover."
"Good. Now, Alison, did you follow Mr. Mackenzie's instructions? I hope you have not put your underwear back on, or removed the dildo from your ass?"
"N-no, Mr. Hoover. I did exactly as I was instructed."
"Just what I like to hear." The virile man smiled up at her with his steady, dark eyes.
Alison felt a shiver go up her spine.
Her boss stood up and crossed over to where she was standing. He placed a warm, strong hand on her slender shoulder. His rock hard body pressed up against hers. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne. His moist, hungering lips met the young girl's.
He shoved his tongue through her parted lips and explored the cavern of her mouth.
His other hand reached between her legs and began to fondle the warm, moist entrance to her cunt.
Alison moaned as the thick fingers sent spasms of bliss throughout her entire body. She sucked her boss' tongue eagerly. She couldn't wait for his huge cock to violate her depths once again. Alison now realized that it had definitely not been a mistake to come to work today. She looked forward to the sexual delights to be experienced during the next few days with lust-hungry anticipation!
* * * * *
Mr. Hoover chuckled to himself as he drove his Mercedes Bern through the streets of Manhattan. The self-made man had added yet another pretty, nubile nymph to his collection of sex toys!
And his latest addition was sitting in the car seat next to him, sans bra and panties, a huge dildo shoved up her tender pink ass-hole!
He really enjoyed making these bitches sweat and squirm. They only did it for one reason: to be able to feel his huge cock plunging deep within their yearning cunts!
He always seemed to have that effect on girls. Why, right now he was shoving his had deep within the velvety folds of Alison's pussy, and the girl wasn't protesting one bit! She was just sitting on the seat beside him, blushing, for Christ's sake! Blushing!
"Oh, Mr. Hoover, what if someone sees you with your hand up my.. .up my.. . "
The girl couldn't even spit the forbidden word out! He remembered a time when his secretary could barely bring her lips to form die word "fuck." But, during their passionate sex scene in the office yesterday, he had her screaming the word out time after time!
"Up your what, Alison?"
Mr. Hoover always forced her to say these embarrassing things! Alison was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable again. But, if she refused to answer his question, he might begin to hurt her in some manner, so she decided she must reply. "Up my.. .vagina."
Mr. Hoover burst out laughing. Alison winced.
"What is this, a goddam hospital? This is no vagina I have my hand up right now. It's a hairy, sweaty CUNT!"
The word sounded so awful to belong to a beloved part of her body. But Alison was certainly not going to argue with her boss. He presumably knew best about everything.
The pretty secretary sat back in the seat. The man's hand was still feeling the moist hole between her legs. The dildo was still snugly shoved up her butt. It was very uncomfortable, and it was very humiliating to be fondled practically in public like she was, but the frightened girl had no idea what she could do to stop her boss' actions.
Besides, she reflected, if she really needed punishment, like she was genuinely beginning to feel she did, this punishment really wasn't so bad, after all!
Alison remained sitting on the seat with Mr. Hoover's hand up her dress. She was now beginning to look forward to her visit to his "correctional facilities"!
* * * * *
Once they had left Manhattan, and the traffic had thinned out, Mr. Hoover had forced his secretary to put on a thick cloth blindfold.
Alison had done" so obediently. Mr. Hoover had been pleased. His latest find was really shaping up quite well! In no time at all, he imagined she would be begging to come to his correctional facilities every weekend for her proper fix of sexual discipline!
Alison had no idea where they were headed, exactly. And now that her boss had blindfolded her, she knew it would be impossible to ever detect in which direction they were going.
Mr. Hoover had quit playing with her twat, much to the little teenager's dismay. She had grown to enjoy the tender stroke of his fingers mixing with the vibrations of the moving car. Oh, well. The secretary assumed she would have enough sex once they reached their destination. No use in being greedy!
The girl wished, however, that she could remove the thick plastic dildo from her ass. It had been in for quite a few hours, now, and where it had once been quite a tight fit, her ass muscles had slowly become used to the large object, and now the girl was actually beginning to have trouble keeping it from sliding out!
And, besides, Mr. Hoover had refused to let her relieve herself all day long. And she had eaten quite a large breakfast and lunch. How much longer would it be before her boss permitted her to go to the bathroom?
This dildo business was really becoming quite a nuisance!
Suddenly, the girl sensed the car was pulling up onto a gravel driveway. The engine was finally turned off.
Alison felt a tingling sensation wrack her entire body. She was experiencing conflicting emotions. She was excited, terrified, exhausted and, most importantly of all, horny for her boss' huge, hard dick!!
Mr. Hoover instructed her to get out of the car.
Alison felt around for the car door handle and got out of the car. It was rather cool outside, and the fact that the girl was naked under her skimpy dress made it seem even more cold.
The dildo threatened to slide out of her relaxed ass. She tightened her grip around it.
Mr. Hoover grabbed her left hand and guided her up some stairs. The girl was trembling in anticipation.
It was quite scary, not knowing exactly what was going on or where she was, but she knew that a good, hard fuck lay at the end of the evening's adventures.
Although she might have to endure some pain before that magical moment arrived. But, after all, she had been a bad girl, and deserved every bit of pain she received!
A door was opened, and Mr. Hoover shoved her through. "We're almost at the correctional facilities, now, Alison. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes!" exclaimed the girl.
They went down a few more stairs.
Alison could tell the building they were in was well-heated. She supposed this was because she would be wearing very few clothes for the time she was here.
Another door creaked open, then slammed shut behind the two with a resounding thud. Alison sensed the door was large and rather thick.
Mr. Hoover suddenly tore off her blindfold. The girl eagerly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. lb her dismay, they were merely in a rather large room with black painted walls. There was a black velvet sofa up against one wall, and two black lamps shone dimly. So this was the much-discussed correctional facilities? She was very disappointed.
Mr. Hoover noticed her disappointment. "Don't worry," he said. "There are many more rooms, but I must break you in gently. You do understand, don't you:
Alison supposed she did.
She began to look around the room once again, and was just noticing the plush wall-to-wall carpeting, when her boss smacked her suddenly across the face.
Mr. MacKenzie had never smacked her so brutally in the office! The girl cried out in pain and flew to the floor.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE WHORE!" the boss screamed at her. She looked up at the man, who was standing over her. His face was contorted with sudden rage. She was terrified. What had provoked this violence?
"Just who the hell do you think you are, coming home with your boss? What sort of sick little slut would let him fuck her in the middle of his office? You are such a disgusting cunt! You know what you need?" the handsome man asked.
Alison had some idea. She needed to be punished for her misdeeds!
"You need the shit beaten out of you. Then I'm going to FUCK the shit out of you! Looks like you'll be pretty shitless for a while!"
"B-but.. . " protested Alison from her position on the floor.
Her boss' left foot shot out suddenly and hit her directly in the stomach. The girl doubled over in pain.
Blow after blow rained upon her already exhausted body. She attempted to scurry across the plushly-carpeted floor, but it was no use. Her boss' freshly-polished shoes wracked havoc on her tender creamy skin.
She just knew she would be covered with bruises before the weekend was through!
The kicks ended as quickly as they had begun. Her boss had a very small attention span. He was already thinking up what he would do next to his newly-found sex-slave.
He remembered the dildo she had had shoved up her ass all day long.
"Now, Alison, after those few preliminary actions, it's time to move into the bathroom. You have not relieved yourself all day long. A filthy habit, but I suppose that comes as no surprise, seeing what a filthy cunt you really are! Anyway, we must do something about it!"
"W-what?" Alison wondered.
"I'm going to purify you totally. I'm going to give you an enema."
He had bent down and was fondling the girl's breasts. Alison had wiped away the tears that had begun to flow whilst her boss had been kicking her. She now looked down at the kneading hands and wondered exactly how this enema would feel.
"In order to make the enema as significant as possible, however, I am going to have to make sure that it cleanses you entirely. I am gong to have to make sure that the water is as boiling hot as it can be!"
He pulled the girl up, and, with one effortless thrust, stripped her bare.
Mr. Hoover then shoved his secretary in the direction of the bathroom. It was on the far side of the dark room. He turned the light on.
Alison glanced around the room. It was very simple and contained only the basics.
Mr. Hoover forced her to stand in the white porcelain tub. She did as she was instructed almost without thinking.
The man began running the hot water in the sink. In no time at all, steam was pouring out of the faucet along with the roasting liquid.
Mr. Hoover brought the enema bag out from a cupboard under the sink.
To Alison, the item resembled a hot water bottle. Except that this hot water bottle had a long plastic hose attached to it. At the end of the hose was a strange, triangular shaped item. Alison correctly assumed this end would be stuck up her ass.
She was a bit afraid of the contraption, but she figured it would be much better to be submitted to the hot water enema than put up with this damned dildo for another extended period of time!
Mr. Hoover had filled the red rubber bag with the steaming water. He began approaching the girl in the tub, screwing shut the top of the bag attached to the hose. Alison hoped the water wouldn't scald her insides!
"Now, Alison, spread your legs wide, bend over, and touch the wall with your hands."
Alison moved to the desired position.
"When I pull the dildo out," Mr. Hoover began, as he undid the straps what were tied around her waist, "I do not want to see anything at all coming out of your ass. You must wait until I instruct you to relieve yourself. Because, Alison dear, after I pull the dildo out, and after I fill your ass with scalding water, I am going to put you over my knee and spank you like the naughty little girl you are. After the punishment has been completed, then you may relieve yourself. Are my instructions completely understood?"
"Yyes, Mr. Hoover," Alison stuttered. She was shivering in the cold bathtub. Maybe the hot water up her ass would heat her up. Maybe the sensation wouldn't be so bad after all!
Mr. Hoover pulled the thick plastic dildo out of her ass-hole with a loud PLOP! Oh, it felt so good to have that damn thing out of her ass!
Suddenly, the tip of the enema was being shoved roughly up her ass. The girl tensed as she waited for the stream of hot water to enter her bowels.
When the torrid liquid was let loose from the bag and began to trickle through the raw insides of her colon and rectum, Alison wanted to scream in horror! The water was so hot! Oh, surely Mr. Hoover was scalding her insides way beyond repair.
She had the most intense desire to suddenly shit immediately. No laxative had made her feel this desperate! And the uncomfortable temperature of the water surging through her bowels was certainly not helping matters one bit!
The anguished teenager bit her lip, tensed her ass, and prayed her sphincter muscles wouldn't let her down. She could only imagine what discomforts Mr. Hoover would bestow upon her if she disobeyed him!
Mr. Hoover, thankfully, did not bother filling the girl's ass up to the brim with the entire contents of the enema bag. This was, after all, only her first night at his correctional facilities, and he did not want to push the pretty secretary over the edge!
He sat down on the edge of the tub and, still fully clothed in his business suit, took the girl's trembling naked body over his knees.
"Now, I'm going to spank you, you naughty little girl!" he said triumphantly.
He lifted a large hand over the creamy white ass-cheeks. They were rigid and strained, valiantly resisting the explosion Alison so much wanted to complete.
He smacked the smooth white skin. He smacked it again and again, as hard as he could.
Mr. Hoover "could feel the girl squirming on top of his strong thighs. He knew she was in agony! He felt like laughing.
Alison could not believe her ass was capable of holding the hot water up inside her for so long. Especially when her boss was spanking her so!
The lashes fell on her butt again and again. Soon, the ass-cheeks were a harsh red color.
Mr. Hoover was through with his spanking. He threw the girl into the tub. Alison landed on the porcelain with a thud. Mr. Hoover vacated his location on the edge of the tub and said the words she had been dying to hear for so long: "Relieve yourself, Alison!"
The loudest farting noise Alison had ever had the misfortune to experience suddenly escaped from between her exhausted ass-cheeks. She relaxed her muscles, and was repulsed, yet very, very relieved, to feel a lukewarm stream of liquid escape from her ass. The puckish liquid ran down the back of her legs, and emptied into the tub.
The bathroom reeked of the girl's excretion. Alison was oblivious to the smell, however. She was just so happy for that particular incident to have ended!
She collapsed in the pool of rancid mire.
"WHAT A FILTHY, STINKING MESS YOU'VE MADE, YOU STUPID-LITTLE CUNT' Alison's boss screamed at her in anger.
The girl looked up sheepishly. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hoover."
"You're damn right you're sorry!" he exclaimed. "You better clean this filthy mess up, or I'll beat you 'til you're black and blue!"
"Yyes, sir," the timid girl stuttered.
"I am going to leave this room," the stem man said. "I will be back in fifteen minutes. When I come back I do not want to be able to smell this fucking stench you have created. Do I make myself perfectly clear."
"Yes, Mr. Hoover. I will do my best." Mr. Hoover smiled. This bitch was a natural! He could tell the weekend was going to be very, very pleasant. For him at least!
He left the girl struggling to pick her bare body out of the puddle of offending liquid and went into the black room once again.
The muscular man set up a chair in the middle of the room. He then brought two thick strands of coarse white rope. He placed them on the chair.
He then took off his business suit, throwing the clothing on a pile in a corner of the room. He felt his quickly expanding member. It would be good to fuck this girl again; she had been great the day before in the office!
Now he would have an entire weekend (and probably more!) to enjoy her sexual pleasures! But time for that later! He must continue with the training!
Fifteen minutes had passed. Mr. Hoover entered the bathroom once again to check on Alison's progress. She was a quick learner, he decided. Both the tub and her nubile, young body were spanking clean. Both passed his quick inspection.
"Very good, Alison. You might need less training than I suspected!"
Alison was sitting on the toilet seat, exhausted. She passed him a wan smile.
"But, why do you look so tired? The weekend has only just begun! We must move on! Come along, now!"
Alison had been staring at her boss' well-knit body. She could tell he went to the gym often. His pecs and stomach muscles were well-formed. His thighs were thick and firm. His shoulders were broad and his arms were powerful.
She licked her lips. It was really worth all this trouble to have the man eventually fuck her, she decided.
She looked at the huge rod poking up between his legs. Oh, to feel that slab of man meat violating her between the legs!
She got up quickly. 'Anything you say, Mr. Hoover," the secretary said to her boss.
This was certainly going to be more interesting than taking a letter!
Eight
Alison stared at the empty chair sitting in the middle of the dimly-lit room. She also noticed the thick strands of rope laying on the floor near the chair. Oh, she was practically an old hand at this scene, after the experience with Mr. MacKenzie in the office earlier today!
She began to the approach the chair with what might almost have seemed eagerness.
But Mr. Hoover couldn't have his sex slaves enjoying themselves so much. At least at first.
He savagely grabbed the girl by her hair and threw her on the ground.
Alison gave a surprised yelp. What in God's name was this man doing with her? She had thought he was simply going to tie her up in the chair! But now it seemed as if he had other plans!
The man had thrown her back down on the thick black carpet. He thrust his strong, heavy body on top of hers.
"Not so quickly, Alison, dear," he hissed.
"B-but, Mr. Hoover, I thought you wanted to-"
A savage slap stung her face momentarily.
Alison looked up in horror at the man who held her captive. His eyes were burning with insane pleasure.
He shrieked at the girl.
"WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU, YOU COULD SPEAK, BITCH?? ! ! "
Oh, no not this again! When Mr. Hoover or Mr. MacKenzie started talking like this, it really scared the girl. They were being so illogical, it really gave her the sensation of being at the mercy of an escaped mental patient, or something! They always began to contradict themselves!
His huge hands began to punch her body savagely. The man seemed relentless in his attack.
"YOU STUPID, FUCKING CUNT!" he yelled.
Alison attempted to fight off the fierce blows, but to no avail.
The man was simply too strong for her to handle!
After he had punched her for a few minutes, he got up and began to drag her along the rough carpet.
Alison was tired of whimpering by this time. It seemed to do no good. In fact, it only seemed to get the man more excited. Which led to even more violence!
She had simply resigned herself to the fact that the weekend would be full of these strange, violent outbursts.
She would just have to deal with them. She had to take the good with the bad.
If she wanted her boss' hot cock up her cunt, she would also have to take the punches and kicks he wracked her body with!
The man threw her on the chair. Now, why hadn't he just done that in the first place? The stupidity of the man's actions really frightened her. He was at times like a little child who has been denied candy for months and months, and when he is finally allowed take some of the desired sniff, he goes crazy.
The only difference was, Mr. Hoover had never been denied any juicy cunt, but he still went crazy when it was available for the taking!
Alison simply could not understand him.
He picked up the coarse rope and weighed it in his hands.
"Hope I don't tie you too tight, bitch. Wouldn't want your circulation to get cut off, and have you asphyxiate, or anything!"
Alison wondered if the man had really gone overboard during one of these sex scenes and actually killed some poor girl. A shiver ran up the teenager's spine.
She looked at the man's throbbing cock once again. Her fear was soon consumed and replaced by a burning desire.
The man was roughly constraining her hands with the rope. He had them positioned behind her back. He wound the rope through her hands and between the wooden slats at the back of the chair.
He was tying her hands rather tightly. Certainly much tighter than Mr. MacKenzie had in the office! Already, she could feel the skin around her wrists chaffing. Already, she could feel the blood supply in her hand deplete.
The girl wondered if her hands were turning a sickly white color. They certainly seemed to be getting rather cold!
When the man had finished binding her wrists, he threaded the rope under the chair and began to work on her ankles with the same brutality that marked almost all of his actions.
Alison sat on the chair, her naked body trembling.
Her feet were securely bound together. Mr. Hoover stood up and surveyed his catch. He was quite pleased with what he saw.
The teenager's trim body was shivering slightly in the chair. Her firm, fleshy breasts stuck out temptingly. The nipples were high and erect.
Her smooth thighs were perfectly formed. The man wondered if the girl exercised regularly. She certainly seemed to be in fine physical shape!
He stared down at what he considered the most important part of her anatomy-her moist, juicy pussy. His mouth was almost watering as he stared at that luscious box, just waiting for him to make his entrance between those tender, pink lips!
He felt blood swelling into his already-engorged member. This bitch was going to be a thrill to fuck once again!
But that would have to wait until later. Right now, she was a bad little girl who needed to be punished.
No use in delighting the girl with his monster cock before he had taught her a lesson! Otherwise, she would never be a good girl! In fact, if he didn't punish her first, he was sure she would always be a tricky little devil!
He held another thick strand of rope in his hands.
Alison was quite at a loss as to what he was going to do with it. He had already tied up her hands and feet! What else could he possibly tie up?
The answer came to her suddenly, as he stood behind her and entwined the rough cord around her waist. He was going to tie her tits!
The rope was brought up between her two generous breasts. Mr. Hoover pulled it around roughly over the top of her left tit. He was, as usual, not taking very much care to see that he caused Alison no discomfort. In fact, he seemed to relish the fact that the rope was digging into her boob particularly painfully.
For Alison, this sensation was rather strange. She had never had her breasts handled roughly before.
She watched in amazement as her boss brought the rope under her left breast, and began to wrap it around her right breast.
He really was tying the boobs as securely as he could. Alison wondered if perhaps one of them would pop off! The pain was excruciating.
Alison winced in pain. Why was he torturing her so?
"Mr. Hoover, please!" she begged, then instantly regretted opening her mouth.
Her boss roughly pulled on the rope, and Alison felt the rugged fiber cutting deeply into her fleshy mounds. She cried out in pain. It felt as if the tough rope might slice one of her beloved boobs off!
"Shut up, Alison, or I'll hurt you even more than this!" the man hissed with understated fury.
He knotted the rope behind the girl's back. Now all he had to do was gag her.
He decided to use a ball again, just like Mr. MacKenzie had that morning.
Mr. Hoover had forgotten to bring his little bag of tricks (for Mr. MacKenzie was not the only one who owned one of these!) into the room.
"Wait just one minute, Alison. I'm going out to get my bag, but I'll be back in a few minutes. Now, don't go anywhere!"
The naked man looked at the girl bound securely to the chair. His body rocked with laughter. He left the room.
Alone, Alison's pain seemed to multiply. The rope was really digging into her wrists and ankles. She couldn't even more them a fraction of an inch.
And the constricting ropes digging deeply into her suffering breasts were pure torment.
The frightened little girl looked around the dimly-lit room and sighed.
Mr. MacKenzie had gone out the door they had entered a few hours ago.
There were two other doors in the room. One led to the bathroom, where Alison had just received her enema. The other led--? ?
Alison wasn't quite sure she would be so thrilled to enter that room. Presumably the next step of the "training" process would be carried out there. The girl suddenly wondered if she would even be alive at the end of the training session!
She tried to shift her body slightly on the chair. It was no use.
The door opened and Mr. Hoover entered the room once again. He was smiling at the bound figure with a lewd grin. He was carrying a little black bag.
"I'm sure Mr. MacKenzie kept you amused with the toys in his bag this morning, Alison. Now, it's my turn! I can assure you that my playthings are just as entertaining as his are. If not more so!"
Alison shuddered, wondering what items of torture Mr. Hoover would pull from his little black bag.
The first item, of course, was the small rubber ball with the strap. Alison felt slightly relieved. It was only a gag!
Mr. Hoover stuck the ball into her mouth, making sure the girl opened her mouth as far as it could possibly go. He shoved the rubber ball down her gullet roughly. Alison wondered what penalty she would have to pay if she got sick all over herself! If he shoved the ball down much further, that might actually occur!
But it didn't.
Mr. Hoover securely fastened the leather strap around the girl's head. He was tying it much tighter that Mr. MacKenzie had this morning!
"Now, Alison, my dear, let us get down to business!"
Mr. Hoover was rummaging around inside his bag.
Alison stared at his sexy, muscular form, the suspense gnawing at her. What was he going to pull out next?
Alison groaned. Her breasts were really killing her! She glanced down at them.
The poor things were bound so tightly at the base! He must have squeezed the rope around them so tightly that the circumference at the base was less than half what it should have been!
The rest of her tits were forced to hang forward grossly. They were becoming a sickly purple color, and the girl could seen tiny little veins crisscrossing all across their surface. Oh, would they ever survive this anguish?
Alison noticed that Mr. Hoover had pulled something out of his bag. She noticed with a certain sense of discomfort that he had pulled out two sterling silver kitchen forks. lb her dismay, the prongs seemed exceptionally sharp. The pointy tips gleamed at her.
Her boss was smiling sardonically. He approached her captive form, a fork in each hand.
"I hope you enjoy this, Alison. I know I certainly will!"
The naked man giggled.
Alison would have screamed out in horror if she had not been gagged. She supposed that, after all, was the reason for the rubber ball.
He was approaching the ends of her battered breasts with the fork prongs. She assumed her nipples were not safe from their horrible sharpness.
The man brought the end of one of the forks to the end of her left nipple. He touched it gently at first. Then he dug in savagely.
Alison attempted to scream in pain. With the ball deep down her throat, however, only a muffled noise escaped her mouth.
Her bruised, abused breasts were going to be subjected to such pain during the next few minutes, she supposed.
Mr. Hoover poked and prodded both her nipples. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
The girl noticed that the man still possessed a raging hard on.
He smiled as he prodded the nipples with a mirthful giggle.
He brought both the forks together at the very tip of one of the raisin-like, pinkish little paps. He pressed the prongs together with sadistic pleasure.
Alison struggled to break free of the ropes binding her naked form. This was definitely not appealing in the least!
Why was the man torturing her with such intense delight?
She begged for the anguish to end. And it did.
Fortunately, Mr. Hoover seemed to have a very small attention span. He tired of his little games quickly.
He placed the forks back in his bag.
Alison could feel her nipples throbbing. She could feel her poor, sagging breasts throbbing. She could feel her ankles and wrists throbbing.
Tears began to stream out of the teenager's blue eyes.
Mr. Hoover noticed her discomfort with obvious pleasure.
"So," the strong man said. "Are you not enjoying these little games, Alison? But I thought you were dying to come to my correctional facilities! After all, you know that when your training is over, you will get your prize at the end. But only if you are a good girl. And you do know what that prize is, don't you ? "
Alison stared at the man's blood-engorged member stiffly at attention between his thick, hairy thighs. Tears still welled in her eyes.
This hateful man was hurting so much, the thought of having sex with him was almost nauseating! How could he think she would want to have him fuck her when he was causing her so much agony and pain?
Maybe once before she had thrilled at the feeling of his huge cock plummeting deep up her eager cunt, but now she was sure she could never feel that way again.
The man was a monster!
And now the monster was laughing at her!
"Yes, Alison, you see my throbbing cock, don't you? And you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Tears began to pour down Alison's face. She attempted to sob, but no sound would come out.
She continued to stare at the man's athletic, hairy body. God, he was hurting her so much, but, deep, deep down inside she knew he was right. She really did yearn to feel his stud-cock violating here insides! Even if it meant going through such torment!
Mr. Hoover knew her so well! "Look what I have for you now, Alison," the man said.
Alison immediately regretted the sexual yearning she had just experienced a few seconds earlier.
Now her boss had pulled a mousetrap out of his bag! Good Lord! Had this man no mercy?
Probably not!
Mr. Hoover approached her shivering, naked figure once again. He held out the large, wooden trap for her tearful examination.
This is a mousetrap," the naked man said. "However, I'm afraid we don't have mice here. I certainly don't want to waste this nifty little item I bought! So, I guess I'll just have to catch something else!"
He glanced down at her ravaged tits.
God, no! Hadn't they been through enough today?
"I guess I'll just have to catch me a gorgeous, tender tit!! "
He placed the wooden mousetrap under Alison's right breast. He applied pressure on the catch, and the metal bar sprung up with lightning-quick speed.
Mr. Hoover's aim had been perfect. The bar clamped down firmly on Alison's nipple.
The girl's entire body went rigid. A muffled shriek of agony escaped her spread lips. She struggled with every ounce of strength she had left to break free of the thick ropes that held her captive to the wooden chair. AH her efforts were in vain.
She barely moved an inch.
The offensive item hung pitifully from her tit.
Alison's nipple, strangely elongated by the weight of the mousetrap, had become a flaming, angry red color.
Alison wondered if she would ever recover from this nipple torture.
Mr. Hoover was rubbing his hands together in delight like some excited child on Christmas morning.
Alison really wondered if the man were seriously deranged. If her was, then she certainly had no chance of getting out of this torturous pit alive!
She began to whimper uncontrollably.
Mr. Hoover was delighted at the effects his training was having on Alison. She was behaving marvelously! How the handsome man loved to see these bitches wailing in pain!
It sent a new surge of passion-filled blood coursing through his thick member!
He really couldn't wait to fuck the silly girl's brains out! But that would have to wait for another later!
Mr. Hoover still had some preliminary training his new sex slave must submit herself to before she was allowed to experience his throbbing prick once again!
He figured the girl's nipple had had enough of the mousetrap. He didn't want to be severed off, or anything!
His bitches must remain in perfect condition! "We are almost through with the training in this room, Alison," the man said. "I will now remove the mousetrap. That was certainly much better than catching a mouse, don't you agree?"
The man was speaking to her in such condescending tones! He was treating her like she was some retarded child!
But at least he had removed that horrible mousetrap from her nipple!
And he was going to remove her gag!
"Now, Alison, I don't want any childish screaming to come out of you when I remove your gag. You've been a very good girl thus far. But, if you annoy me in any manner, you must certainly realize that your punishment will be even greater."
The ball was removed from her mouth.
Alison thankfully clamped down her aching jaws. What a relief to be able to close her mouth once again.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hoover. Thank you, Mr. Hoover, sir!" the frightened girl sobbed.
"You're very welcome, Alison. Now, surely you realize why I have removed your gag?"
She looked up at him, questioningly. The ropes still dug into her boobs. Her hands and ankles were securely bound. She nipples still throbbed with pain. But at least her mouth had been untied.
But what did Mr. Hoover want her to do with her mouth?
His muscular figure was approaching her. The taut muscles of his powerful thighs bulged. The huge, pulsating cock snick straight out. It was pointed at Alison's exhausted mouth.
The girl suddenly knew what was required of her.
She must now suck her boss' cock.
After all the punishment she had been through, her reward was gong to be to feel that sweet hunk of man meat deep in her throat!
Maybe all the pain had been worth this moment!
Alison's once-tearful eyes had dried up. She licked her dry lips in anticipation.
She must obey Mr. Hoover's every command!
"Suck my cock, bitch!" the powerful man spit out.
His tone was almost one of contempt.
Alison could not understand why the man had used such a tone, but she could understand that his beautiful nine inches were just seconds away from being thrust deep into her eagerly awaiting mouth!
"Yes, sir!" Alison responded timidly.
The man thrust his powerful thighs forward. His rock-hard cock hit Alison on the right cheek. She attempted to move her head over to let it enter her moist, pink mouth, but the ropes were binding her too tightly to move that far.
Finally, the man moved his cock so it was directly in front of her mouth.
Alison leaned forward, and was soon sucking greedily on those nine tasty inches of man meat!
Mr. Hoover's dick-skin was so smooth! His cock was so hard!
The man grabbed her head and began to bob it firmly. Her hungry tongue traveled up and down the entire length of the cock.
She felt the bulbous tip hit her in the very back of her throat. She almost gagged, but relaxed the muscles back there, so that soon her boss was thrusting his cock deep down her throat. He didn't want to just stop in her mouth!
"Yeah!" Mr. Hoover moaned in delight. "You like that, don't you my little sex slave? You like sucking your masters big, thick dick, don't you?"
Alison hummed her agreement.
She didn't want to take her mouth off that meaty item! And, anyway, Mr. Hoover was grasping her head so tightly, she wouldn't have been able to lift her head off his dick even if she had wanted to!
She could feel the man tensing up his muscular body. She longed to run her hand along his taut, beefy ass-cheeks, but, of course she couldn't!
The taste of his flesh in her mouth was good enough, she supposed! But still, she couldn't wait until she was tasting his delicious come!!
And that time seemed to be approaching rather quickly!
Mr. Hoover was still pumping away into her gullet with brute force, but she had begun to notice a weakening in his grip.
He was moaning uncontrollably. His muscles were tensing up.
He was going to shoot his load into her greedily little mouth!
"OH, YEAH!! " Alison's boss groaned. "FUCK MY COCK WITH THAT HUNGRY LITTLE MOUTH OF YOURS! YEAH, BABY!! OH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!! ! ! "
With sudden fury, he wrenched her head away from his throbbing rod. A thick wad of sticky come spat out from his blood-engorged head and hit Alison squarely above her right eye.
Spurt after spurt of the thick love juice rained down upon her skin.
Mr. Hoover was denying her the taste of his delicious love juice!
Alison was shattered. And very humiliated at the huge gobs of come that had spattered over her face.
"Did you think I'd let you get a taste of my come, you silly bitch?"
The man laughed.
"You've got to go through a lot more training before I'd let you do that!"
Alison sat captive on the chair.
Her sexual fervor had disappeared quickly and was being replaced once again by terror.
WHEN would this horrible ordeal end?
Nine
Mr. Hoover was going to let his come just dry up on her face, Alison realized. Her certainly wasn't making any moves to clean it up, and she was certainly unable to do anything of the sort.
Her naked boss was rummaging around in his bag once again. He pulled out a thick leather dog collar with huge metal studs. A long chain was attached to it.
"Now, Alison, dear, it's time to go walkies!"
He contemplated the bound figure for a second.
"But I suppose I really must remove those ropes from around your gorgeous tits, first. I think they've been taught a good enough lesson!"
Alison almost moaned in relief.
Her boss began untying the thick rope that held her agonized breasts captive. Soon, the rope was laying on the plush black rug.
Alison felt new blood surging through the veins of her tits. It was a strange and slightly painful sensation, but the girl was only glad that her boobs had been untied! She almost wept in delight. And now Mr. Hoover was even untying her hands! She could only assume gleefully that her feet would be next!
Alison was right, of course.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hoover!" she exclaimed, feeling the raw skin around her wrists.
She felt like rushing up and hugging the man for freeing her. But, of course, she didn't do that. The man had been the one who had tied her up in the first place.
And now, God only knew what further tortures awaited her!
Alison, therefore, remained sitting on the chair.
Mr. Hoover had picked up the dog collar. It looked like quite a heavy piece of equipment.
"This is for you, Alison," he said, approaching the seated girl.
He placed the leather collar around her neck. He fastened it. Tightly, of course..
Alison found breathing rather difficult. Why had the man put the collar on the very last notch? She could conceivably suffocate with this damn thing around her neck!
The man was holding onto the attached chain. He suddenly pulled on it brutally, and Alison was flung from the chair.
Her neck had been savagely jerked, and she wondered if she was going to get whiplash during the next training session.
Mr. Hoover began walking swiftly along the floor. He still had the chain in his hand. Alison was dragged across the plush black rug.
"COME ON, BITCH!" the man screamed, jerking the chain savagely. "GET ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES AND CRAWL OR I'LL DRAG YOU ACROSS THE ENTIRE FLOOR!"
Terrified of having her neck snapped in two, Alison did exactly as she was instructed.
The pretty teenager got on her hands and knees and followed her naked boss as if she were a dog.
Her knees were getting rather raw at having to crawl such a long distance so quickly.
But she assumed this discomfort would be minimal compared to what she was soon about to experience.
Mr. Hoover was heading across the dimly-lit room in the direction of the third door-the door they had not yet entered.
A feeling of dread enveloped the girl as she crawled like an animal across the rug. What would be behind the door to thrill and delight her boss, and to, she assumed, wrack havoc on her bruised and battered body?
One could only imagine!
"We're going to enter my special chamber, now, Alison. You're a very lucky girl! Few girls have gone this far. But, you have been so very good during your training, that I feel you should be allowed to pass through its hallowed door!"
Alison groveled across the rug until her boss paused at the threshold of his special chamber.
"Good girl. Now, heel!"
Alison felt as if she should have been tossed a doggie biscuit, or something! Really, this was getting quite ludicrous!
And it was certainly very humiliating: creeping around like a dog at the end of a leash, dried come-stains on her face! What had she gotten herself into ?
But, as Alison always seemed to remember at just the right moment, she had been very bad as of late.
Her scene in the office with Mr. Hoover, then at home with Rhonda, then again in the office with Mr. MacKenzie. She really was a slut!
Perhaps all this punishment really was doing her good!
Well, they still had to enter the special chamber.
More punishment was yet to come!
Mr. Hoover pushed open the big black door. Alison shivered as she entered the room on her hands and knees.
This room did not have a carpeted floor. The floor was made of huge gray stones. Almost like large cobblestones. They were cold and hard and clammy to the touch.
The floor was similar to those of a dungeon in an English castle! The walls were the same.
The room was rather small. It, again, was dimly lit, but Alison couldn't tell where the light was coming from. It just seemed to glow.
She glanced around the room. There were huge iron shackles attached to one wall.
Alison swallowed hard. She assumed she would be spread across the wall soon.
She was right.
Mr. Hoover stopped his journey right in front of the shackles.
"Well, Alison, you are going to experience the thrill of being shackled to a wall and whipped into submission! I'm sure you'll find the experience a memorable, if not pleasant one!"
"Mr. Hoover, please," Alison began, terror seizing her entire body. "Enough is enough. I really don't think I can-"
"SHUT UP, SLUT!" the man screamed, smacking her across the face.
Alison should have known better. Maybe she really was a silly bitch! She certainly didn't seem to be learning when to keep her mouth shut!
Alison began crying once again as her boss undid the thick leather collar around her neck.
She was still sniveling when he picked her body up off the floor.
The powerful man lifted her and positioned her on the wall. He held her there with one strong thigh, as his hands lifted her right hand over her head. He placed it between the two semi-circle halves of one of the shackles.
The slender, small hand was locked securely in the cold iron shackle.
The procedure was repeated with Alison's left hand. Soon she was handing from the wall by her hands, whimpering uncontrollably.
The stone wall her back was leaning against was freezing cold, incredibly hard and very, very uncomfortable!
Her arms already ached, and her wrists, still raw from the ropes that had securely bound them before, threatened to begin bleeding.
Mr. Hoover then began to lock the girl's feet securely in place.
She didn't even bother attempting to struggle. She knew she wouldn't be able to break free, and the activity would only make her more exhausted than she already was.
She was tired, frightened, freezing cold and completely miserable.
But she was also, deep down in her subconscious mind, lusting hungrily for the prize at the end of all this torture. When she finally felt Mr. Hoover spurting his love juice deep within her moist hole, she somehow suspected all this anguish would have been worth it.
Perhaps.
Now, however, Mr. Hoover was not fucking her. He was, in fact, choosing a whip from the rather diverse selection in a rack up against the wall.
He wielded a particularly menacing whip in his hand. It seemed to meet with his satisfaction.
"OKAY, BITCH!" he shouted at her suddenly. "THIS IS GOING TO HURT!" .
He poised the whip over his handsome head, then lashed forward.
Alison screamed in pain as the heavy leather whip bit into her tender skin.
The man had hit her in the stomach. Spasms of pain wracked her body. SHe was sure she was bleeding, but was terrified to look down and view the damage.
The excruciating sting of the first lash had barely begun to go away before the violence-crazed man struck again. And again. And again.
Alison let loose scream after bloodcurdling scream. He was ripping her body to sheds! She felt as if every section of her tender soft skin was being pulled to bits by the thick leather whip.
Mr. Hoover was going to whip her to death!
The girl continued to scream, as the man struck forth with even greater power. He was definitely enjoying whipping his little sex slave. This filthy whore deserved every pit of pain she was receiving! It was doing her good!
"TAKE THAT, YOU WHORE!! AND THAT!! " he shouted. He began laughing hysterically as each lash flogged Alison's ravaged body.
Soon, the man was tired with this little game, also. The intensity and frequency of the lashings was reduced, to Alison's relief.
Thank God the man had a short attention span!
She looked down at her body, fully expecting to see blood pouring out of huge gashes carved into her creamy white flesh.
But the flogging had felt much worse than it actually was.
There was no blood, but her body was covered with a multitude of angry red welts.
The girl gave a sigh of relief, then suddenly collapsed, unconscious.
