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 Chapter 5: Brooke Masters

   Brooke Masters sat cross-legged and proper in the burned remains of her
executive leather chair.  Her expensive tailor made skirt suite showed
smudges of soot from both the chair and the walk to get there.  Her near
ruby red hair was pulled so tight against her head that it appeared short,
but the long spill of a pony tail fell in waves down her back.

   She sat staring out her blown out windows that once formed that entire
back wall of her private office at Metrodyne International.  A heavy
thunderstorm had moved into the area, which suited her fine, the storm
reflecting her mood.  Someone was too blame for this catastrophe and they
would pay dearly.

   Her long manicured fingernails tapping out an annoyed rhythm on the torn
arm rest.  Around her were the charred and broken remains of her once
beautifully ornate corner office.  Now only a sea of glass held the ruined
remains of the priceless vases and other works of art she had spent many
years collecting.  An imported oriental rug reduced to a blackened rag lay
under her feet, its intricate designed lost to flame, soot and smoke.  The
exposed wall joists and plaster formed warped and twisted black, grey and
white sculptures along the perimeter.

   An army of workers were busy with brooms and shovels trying to clean the
mass of debris.  None worked directly in her office.  They had started
there but cleared out to work in other areas when Brooke arrived.  The
cleaners went about their duties as they avoided eye contact with Brooke at
any cost, not wanting to draw her ire.

   Not only was her office reduced to ruin but most of the western side of
the entire building was damaged and needed cleaned up before the repairs
could be started.  She would have to deal with insurance adjusters and
safety regulators, but they could be paid off as usual.  She needed to make
sure that they didn't pry too hard into the wreckage.  She had too many
"Black Projects" that could pose problems if they were discovered.  But
most of all she had lost Echo.  Anxiety was building over the loss of the
Echo project.  Echo had been her personal project.  And Brooke would stop
at nothing to get her back.

   Brooke wasted no time in ordering the clean up and or removal of
anything that would raise suspicions.  Too much had been lost and they
needed to recover what they could.  Progress on all projects would be
suspended until all the investigations were finished and with an incident
this grand, that could take months if not years.  She would have to make a
statement to the press this morning and to the Metrodyne share holders,
many of whom she had already had brief but intense conversations with
already.

   Madeline Hempsey, the pretty thirty-something personal assistant to
Brooke Masters, timidly walked up to her boss carrying a tablet PC. 
Madeline was normally very confident and professional but Brooke was in a
mood that scared her.  Clearing her throat Madeline spoke, happy that she
managed to speak with her usual confidence.  "Miss Masters, Janet in IT was
able to recover some of the video footage from the lab's cameras, but most
of the footage from outside the western face was either too damaged or the
cameras were not in the right position to get a positive assessment as to
where the subject, nor the perpetrators, escaped to." Gathering her courage
for the next part, Madeline typed a few time on the tablet PC looking at
the new information presented, she felt a panic about giving the
information she had to Brooke.  Turning the PC around and presented it to
her superior.  "We have managed to identify two of the four women
responsible that got away, in addition to the one we found dead.  I have
confirmed the information three times myself, it is accurate."

   Brooke Masters was very rarely caught by surprise.  She could think of
only a few times when things happened that were completely unexpected. 
Last night was one of those occasions and after taking the Tablet PC from
Madeline was another.  She stared at several images taken from the lab
video surveillance cameras.  Melissa, her own daughter was involved in the
destruction of the building, the murder of four employees and allowing Echo
to escape.  Another picture from Brookes own personnel file stood side by
side with the image of her daughter for comparison, there was no doubt. 
Brooke scrolled through the various information contained in the files
before handing the unit back to Madeline.

   Madeline stood still for several moments, before moving to leave. 
Brooke's hand shot out and grabbed her leg just above the knee.  The
movement was so quick, like a cobra striking its prey, that Madeline to
give a startled cry.  At first Brooke's grip was painful, but Madeline
didn't pull away.  She lived for the touch of her boss.  Her heart was
pounding like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a predator.  Without even a
word spoken, Brooke's grip slowly loosened as her hand slid up and down
Madeline's stocking covered thigh.  Brooke gently and almost tenderly
caressed the silky smooth leg, enjoying the wondrous contours of Madeline's
shapely limb.

   Madeline practically swooned at the touch of her superior.  Madeline was
totally in love with Brooke, the two had been lovers for several years now,
their relationship growing into something near obsession for Madeline. 
Madeline viewed herself as the property of Brooke.  She was her Mistress in
all things.

   Brooke knew of Madeline's infatuation, and used it against her at every
opportunity.  Madeline was beautiful, intelligent and a hard working and
competent assistant, but Madeline was weak too emotional and her pathetic
habit of following her around like a puppy dog, made the only possible
relationship, one of self satisfaction.

   Brooke loved the feel of Madeline's tight, tone body impaled at her
always wet pussy or tight hot asshole on her engorged girl-cock.  Madeline
was unrivaled cocksucker also, a fact that Brooke made her prove at least
twice daily.

   Brooke finally looked up at Madeline's face.  She almost scowled at the
look of vulnerable yearning, and near worship, that played across her
assistants face, but as her hand had slid up Madeline's inner thigh, Brooke
felt the rough lace of the stocking top as they transitioned from cloth to
flesh under the skirt Madeline wore, her hand brushed the naked girl-cock
that hung there also, and felt it move on its own as it flooded with blood.
Brooke also felt the stirring of her own penis as she thought of dominating
and conquering this willing offering once again.

   "Suck my cock." Brooke ordered.  Madeline's grew weak in the knees, her
mind switched instantly from professional assistant to submissive sex
slave, like the flipping of a light switch.

   Her Mistress was not angry at her for being the bearer of bad news.  Her
Mistress was allowing her lowly hands to touch her perfect body once again.
Madeline dropped to her knees on the flame and smoke blackened remains of
the rug.  A shard of glass on the rug dug into her knee, but the pain made
it all more delectable to Madeline.

   Madeline ran both of her own manicured hands up Brooke's Stocking
covered legs.  They traveled quickly up under the dark blue skirt. 
Madeline did not bother with romance and the warm up.  Brooke did not like
to wait for her orders to be followed.  Madeline's hands found Brooke's
naked semi hard girl-cock not obstructed by any other material such as
panties.

   As soon as Madeline's skilled hand touched Brooke's flesh, her own penis
sprang to full length under her skirt, despite the stabbing pain of the
glass in her knees.  She started to stroke Brooke's girl-cock as her other
hand emerged to push the tight form fitting skirt of her boss higher. 
Brooke raised her hip just enough to allow the bunched up fabric to slid
over her hips, exposing her unusually large naked cock, wrapped only in
Madeline's petite hand.

   Madeline immediately sank her watering mouth over Brooke's cock head. 
Her mouth stretched wide over the bloated tip, but Madeline had had much
practice and started forcing it to the back of her mouth and down her
throat.  Madeline had long ago lost her gag reflex and as her nose touched
the warm flesh of Brooke's abdomen, she began to flex her throat muscles
like a snake trying to swallow its prey.

   This bowed Brooke's back with pleasure.  Madeline was without a doubt
the best cock sucker that she had ever met.  She knew that Madeline could
not breath and marveled how long she could go between breaths.  but her
thoughts returned to the pleasured of her body as Madeline slowly pushed
two fingers into Brooke's now completely saturated pussy and another two
from the same hand into her ass after being lubricated in her pussy first.

   With her hand rhythmically finger fucking both of her Mistresses love
holes, Madeline withdrew further up Brooke's rod to catch her breath.  As
soon as her free hand would fit she started stroking the saliva slick shaft
wildly.  Madeline's hands were working in conjunction with one another,
working to build the pressure inside Brooke's body.

   Brooke's attention was drawn away from Madeline bouncing head on her
girl-cock, to notice one of the clean up workers, a very pretty blonde
watching them from behind a column just outside where her office doors once
stood.  The girls her hand inside her soiled coveralls, was obviously
masturbating herself as her other hand caressed and kneaded her own large
breasts.  Brooke first reaction was anger, but her mind developed another
plan.  She was very angry about her daughter's involvement in events.  That
anger would make her sloppy in her decisions.  She wanted to make someone
suffer, to vent her anger and frustration.

   Brooke signaled the girl to quietly approach.  As she walked forward,
Brooke examined her new toy.  She was quite beautiful not too thin and very
curvy.  Brooke did not recognize her.  She must have been very new.  Brooke
always made it a special point to "welcome" any new girls to the company,
especially one as attractive as this one.  Her face was naturally
beautiful, she was not wearing any make-up, as the clean-up work she was
doing, did not make it practical.

   Brooke grabbed Madeline by the hair and pulled her mouth off her
girl-cock with a loud wet pop.  Madeline looked up at Brooke, a trailing
string of saliva still connected Madeline's mouth to the bloated head of
Brooke's girl-cock.

   Madeline's eyes were wild with sexual lust, her hand still continuing to
stroke the object of her desire.  Brooke closed her eyes for a few second
as she was rapidly approaching her orgasm.  What started out as a tension
release had developed into something much more interesting and Brooke
didn't want to finish too quickly.

   A wicked grin spread across Brooke's face as she looked Madeline in the
eyes.  "Do you want to be fucked my slut?" Madeline shuttered in
anticipation as she nodded her head quickly up and down despite the firm
grip Brooke had on her hair.  "Do you want your womb full of hot cum?"
Madeline's eyes rolled back in her head as she licked her lips.  "Suck my
girl-cock you wanton slut, suck me like never before.  Do not stop until I
have filled your mouth, no matter what." Yanking her by the hair downwards
Brooke ordered.

   Madeline was confused, but her mistress was allowing her to suck her
off. Her mistress said that she would be awarded with her cum, straight
from her cock.  Then she felt another set of hands roaming over her body.
Madeline froze and she started to pull off the penis in her mouth, but
Brooke's strong hands kept her from seeing who was touching her.  "No
matter what." Had been her orders, so Madeline threw her focus into making
Brooke cum.  Her hands started to once again finger fuck her mistress as
her mouth worked its magic.  She knew she was doing a good job by the way
Brooke was breathing and the way her hips involuntarily began to move.

   The hands of the unknown person caressed her ass through her tight
skirt. One of the hands quickly shot under and found her own naked
girl-cock drooling pre-cum onto the floor between her knees.  The hand
encircled her shaft and started pumping, slowly at first but soon the pace
increased.  Madeline's hips involuntarily started trying to fuck her
girl-cock into the tight hand that held it.  Then Madeline felt the
unmistakable brush of a hard penis on her ass cheeks smearing its own line
of lubricating pre-cum in a trial.

   "My poor little slut, I know how much you love me.  I also know that you
have stopped taking your birth control treatments in the hopes that when I
fuck you, you will get pregnant and have my baby." Her voice was sharp
enough to cut.  "Do you think I am a fool?" Madeline tried to respond but
only managed a muffled sound around the cock in her mouth.  "You wanted to
get fucked and have a baby.  Well, now I'll give you a chance."

   Just then a long hard girl-cock slid into her pussy.  Madeline froze in
place.  It felt so good to be filled up with a hard cock.  But it wasn't
her Mistresses.  What Brooke did not know was that Madeline, in addition to
not taking her birth control, was in fact taking fertility drugs to
increase her chances at conception.  She looked up into Brooke's face and
saw contempt there, as a very feminine sigh of pleasure come from behind
her as the cock was now completely buried, her ass was touching the stomach
of her unknown lover.

   "You had better make me cum little slut and also work that wonderful ass
of your to make sure that other cock deep in your pussy cums too.  If you
fail to fill your mouth or that pretty pussy of yours with cum, you are
fired, and you will never touch me or be touch by me again.'

   Tears were now rolling down Madeline's face as she still continued to
orally pleasure her mistress.  She didn't want to have a strange woman's
baby, she wanted to have her Mistresses baby.

   Her pace had slowed at the thought of never again sucking this cock, to
never again feeling it plow into her body until it exploded, to never again
kiss the lips of her mistress.  She was determined to not loose this
privilege she had to risk getting pregnant by another woman other than her
mistress.  To loose her mistress was beyond her scope to ever imagine.

   Madeline launched from her lull.  Her mouth and hands regained their
speed and pace on her Mistresses' hard shaft, wet pussy and tight ass.  Her
hips began rocking, rolling, bucking and slamming back onto the invading
girl-cock of the unknown woman behind her.  Grunt and moans of pleasure
vibrated from her throat as she became lost in her Mistress's wishes.  Her
sounds of pleasure were echoed by the two women sharing her body.

   Madeline felt the front of her blouse had become soaked with leaking
breast milk that was expelling from her two inch long swollen nipples as
she bounce, swayed and jarred her body.  It was dripping down from her
chest to form small puddles on the floor.

   One of the hands of the girl behind her had a firm grip on her hip, the
other was starting to push a thumb up her anal opening.  Madeline pushed
back hard on the invading digit, wanting to feel all her holes filled at
the same time.  She actually wished a third woman was available to fill her
ass with a long hard throbbing cock instead of just a thumb.  But again her
thoughts went to wanting to have Brooke baby not some strangers.  Maybe she
could offer her ass for fucking.  Maybe that would work.No she thought, her
Mistress had made up her mind.  She was to be fucked in the pussy and take
the risk of getting pregnant.  Madeline's hips were rolling, trying to get
the maximum movement in both her ass and her pussy.

   "You should see the face of the girl that is fucking you, my little
slut." Brooke said in an amused tone.  "So very pretty, so young and full
of sexual urges.  She was masturbating as she watched you suck my girl-cock
before.  And now she is fucking you very nicely.  And by the look on her
face, soon she will spill her cum deep into your body, filling your ripe
fertile womb with sperm.  I think she will get you pregnant." She was being
cruel and mean `You wanted to be pregnant didn't you my little slut."
Madeline could only whimper her dismay.

   Brooke admired the young body of the girl.  Large, yet firm breasts
capped with long thick nipples.  They were now exposed since she had to
open her coveralls to free her penis.  The girls eyes were closed, but
Brooke saw that her words to Madeline had an effect on the girl as well. 
Upon hearing Brooke speak, the girl increased her pace, as the sound of
flesh slapping on flesh sped up at an ever increasing rhythm.  Brooke would
have to sample this tender young morsel for herself later.

   It hit Brooke very quickly, the erotic image of this unknown girl
getting her assistant pregnant, and the fact that Madeline's expert oral
skills where amazing.  She was quickly approaching her own orgasm,

   Madeline heard the girl behind her cry out as she thrust herself one
last time as deep and hard into Madeline's body as she could.  With a body
shuttering orgasm, the girl emptied herself into Madeline.  Madeline could
feel the torrent of hot cum splashing into her womb filling her full.  She
knew that she was probably pregnant.  But she didn't care, she wanted to
please her mistress.  Her first concern was to bring Brooke to orgasm.  And
then if her mistress wanted her to have this girls baby, she would do so.

   Brooke started to breath faster and with her hand on the back of
Madeline's head, she raised her hips and erupted into her little slut's
mouth.  Brooke could feel Madeline's tongue flicking over the top of her
cock head as she came.  Over and over again more cum sprayed out of her
penis, until finally she slowed and then stopped even though her girl-cock
still jumped with ejaculation spasms.

   Lifting Madeline's head up by the hair off her penis, she brought her
assistants face towards her own and kissed her hard and viciously.  Brooke
loved the taste of her own cum, especially from her little slut assistant's
mouth.  Their tongues wrestled and fought for the delicious remains of
Brooke's orgasm, as if they were going to eat each after all traces of cum
was gone.

   Brooke pulled away and licked a remaining drop of the white goo still
clinging to Madeline's lips.  Her gaze moved to the girl that was leaning
over Madeline's back still trying to catch her breath, her girl-cock still
buried deep in Madeline's body.

   The girl's eyes met Brooke's and a sweet almost innocent shy smile
spread over her face.  Brooke only scowled and pushed Madeline's head down
to her crotch again.  `Clean me, and you better do a thorough job too." She
ordered.  Looking back at the girl she said.  "when she finishes, take her
to the infirmary and clean her knees, she is pregnant with your daughter
now.  Take care of her." Then she tapped Madeline on the cheek.  "when you
are done cleaning up, Call Miss Brighton and tell her I have an assignment
for her.  Tell her to find my daughter and bring her to me."

   Madeline lifted her mouth off of Brooke's now clean girl-cock.  Brooke
stood up and while the still kneeling Madeline straightened Brooke's skirt
and tried to brush off as much of the soot that had gotten on the expensive
outfit.  Satisfied Brooke then walked out of her destroyed office.

   With the sexual endorphins were rapidly leaving her system, the agony in
her knees grew quickly until she was crying from the pain.  She finally
felt the semi-soft penis being pulled out of her pussy.  With a wet flop it
exited her body immediately followed by a river of mixed bodily fluids that
ran down her thighs to soak the top of her ruined stockings.

   "I'm so sorry, I have no idea what came over me.  Here let me help you
up." Came the sweet southern accent of the girl.  Madeline felt the pull of
hands under her arms trying to lift her up.  She was grateful for the help.
She was not certain she would have been able to do so, on her own. 
Madeline finally got a look at the girl who could potentially be her baby
girl's mom.  She was very, very pretty but much more cute than beautiful
and couldn't be out of her late teens.

   Looking down her own body, Madeline saw her skirt still bunched up at
her waist.  Her girl-cock was still semi hard and slick with a copious
amount of pre-cum.  the disappointment of not having had any sexual release
was washed way by the pain.  Trials of blood ran in spidery web patterned
down her stocking clad legs from her knees.  The blood was running thick
and dark and started to run off her feet and pool on that destroyed
oriental carpet.

   Leaning heavily on the girl, Madeline shuffled through the halls. 
Heading towards the nearest washroom that had not been damaged in the
explosion.  "What is your name anyway." Madeline asked in an embarrassed
tone.  The girl looked her into Madeline's eyes and gave a tender look. 
"Jordan, my name is Jordan."

   End Of Chapter 5
   Chapter 6: Rochelle........cumming soon.