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and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we 
can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

  
	    			I found the Sheep
	We need your help. Little Bo Peep Agency has lost its 
secretaries and doesn't know where to find them. Could one of them be 
you? Temporary assignment. Top pay.
	Okay, I knew. My friend Lisa worked for them once and told 
me about the agency. I mean, told me what they really were about. But 
$250 a day was enough to go boff some executive type as far as I was 
concerned.
	The thing I found weird was that I was sent to the same Mr. 
Jennings as Lisa. It was beginning to smell of a set-up. I went in armed 
with a little information and the will to use it. I couldn't help but smile 
when I saw Miss Stocker. Lisa had told me a load about her.
	I played it cool with Jennings for about a minute and a half and 
then I just yanked my dress over my head and threw it on the floor.
	"Are you ready to give me the dick-tation," I asked as I stood 
there in my panties.
	"I'm ready for a couple things," Jennings said, "And I think the 
first is teaching you a little respect for the boss."
	Ooops. My little stunt didn't catch him off-guard at all. I think I 
surprised him, but he was so quick on his feet he recovered in no time. 
He pulled me to his chair and tossed me across his lap before reaching 
for the intercom.
	"Miss Stocker, we have a bad girl here," he spoke into the box, 
"Will you bring in the proper supplies."
	He intended on making it a production number. Stocker came 
in with a valise and set in on his desk. As she stripped off her sweater 
and skirt, Jenning was reaching into the bag. He clamped nipple clips 
on my breasts and cuffed my hands behind my back as Stocker shed 
her underwear and reached in the valise for a leather costume of straps 
and belts.
	I guess I unleashed a special scene for them. But first I had to 
go through the routine spanking. You know, welts and screaming, a 
hot, red ass and the begging to stop. I promised to do anything if he 
would stop hitting me and he stopped with a smile.
	"Anything?" he said (what else do they always say?)
	I renewed my promise and he pulled me off his lap. I was still 
clamped and bound and then I was nude as he yanked my panties 
down around my ankles.
	"You have been punished, so you know what can happen," 
Jennings threatened, "Now we will teach you respect and if you fail to 
learn I will punish you again."
	My butt hurt. My hands were cuffed and I was hobbled by my 
own panties. Assessing the situation, I guessed I was going to learn 
respect.
	"Do you know what you first mistake was?" Jennings asked.
	It wasn't enough I was going to have to go through this kinky 
submission scene; he wanted to play twenty questions. I like to have 
fun, but I'd rather not be just an object in the joy of others. I was a little 
miffed.
	"Being a smart ass?" I took a stab at it and he returned the jab.
	"Ouch!" I yelped as he reached up and yanked the chain between 
the nipple clamps.
	"No, we like aggressive behavior in this business," he 
corrected, "You just overstepped into assuming. You ASSUMED that 
I wanted you right then."
	I was afraid he was going to drag out a blackboard and start 
cutting 'assume' into the old ass out of u and me thing, but he wasn't 
quite that manic. And that wouldn't have had anything to do with sex.
	"We've taken care of the ass part. Now there's only the matter 
of you and me," he said and turned to his secretary, "Stocker, please 
make her available for me."
	Stocker's outfit was a sweet little number all in leather. A base 
strap circled her beneath her breasts and two thin straps stretched up 
over her nipples in a lampoon of a bra. Beneath the base strap was an 
open lattice of leather that ended on a cincher that was wide above the 
hipbones and tapered to nearly nothing at the buckle on her spine. 
Tendrils of leather hung from the cincher like a skirt but they were 
mostly on the sides with no obstruction of either her pussy or her ass. 
The cincher also sported a variety of steel rings around it, several of 
which Stocker had filled with supplies like a riding crop, a dildo and 
some more restraints.
	She looked like the handyman from Hell as she took me by the 
elbow and led me to the far end of the room. When she slid back one 
of the oak panels, I saw Jennings had a playroom. It was more 
awesome than fearsome. Nothing looked deadly, but everything looked 
state-of-the-art, inescapable and so totally efficient. I would be the 
warm, giving part of the pleasure machine.
	There was a table with crankable arms, legs and body sections 
that would allow someone to be strapped in and then put in any 
position, but Stocker didn't lead me there. Instead she took me to a 
contraption that looked like a perverted universal gym. What passed 
for a seat was a pad about a foot wide set on a 45 degree angle. I could 
imagine how uncomfortable it would be to try and keep your balance 
on that slope. Obviously I could be hung against it and then struggle to 
take the weight off my limbs.
	That wasn't the plan this time, however. Stocker pushed me 
over it forward and seemed to be eyeing a measurement before she 
tossed me back on my feet. She cranked a device down the rails and 
then threw me over the pad again.
	This time my breasts fell in an opening and hard surfaces hit 
my chest above and below them. Stocker then pulled my panties off 
and dropped down cables with cuffs on them. She cuffed both my 
ankles in the broad leather before she stood and retracted the cables.
	I was forced forward as my feet rose from the floor, up and out 
until I thought she was going to pull my legs off. I could feel my 
position open my cunt and I knew what kind of glee must be coursing 
through Jennings as he watched me opened for him.
	But that was not enough. Can you say mammogram? Stocker 
next closed the panels surrounding my breasts, making sure first to tug 
on the nipple clamps to ensure full extension so she could smash my 
tits paper-thin between the boards.
	Available? I was fucking helpless. My only hope was that my 
total immobility would hold through whatever kinky games Jennings 
had in mind. Otherwise, I might never have tits again.
	"I know this seems like a strange way to teach respect, since 
you have no choice, but I think I will instill the will to follow the 
instructions I will be giving you throughout your training," Jennings 
droned on.
	It was his trip. I was convinced. Like he said there was no 
choice and I was going to try to make him happy before he though of 
something really evil to do to me. I already dreaded the buttfucking I 
assumed was coming since I didn't know if I could take it while 
remaining totally stock-still for my tits sake.
	But I hadn't been thinking of Stocker. Lisa had told me 
Jennings liked to buttfuck and Stocker liked women, but she had cast 
Stocker as just another plaything.
	"Can I spank her now?" Stocker asked.
	"Oh, Pam, Pam, Pam, every time you put on the leather, you 
get more evil," Jennings said, "Well, I suppose you can give her... six 
little welts, but come here and wake up Mr Tool first."
	Six little welts, huh. That was just dandy. And I had to 
anticipate as 'Pam, Pam, Pam,' sucked the old man. It was boiling up 
inside of me, but I held my tongue. I knew they left off the gag only so 
I could bring myself more trouble with my mouth.
	My mouth was soon put to another use as Stocker finished with 
Jennings and walked behind me. In spite of myself I forgot that my 
breasts were clamped when the first blow fell. That made me ache on 
both ends as my jerk from the fire on my ass shot a fire through my 
breasts. I forced myself to stay stationary as the next five fell.
	That in itself was a major feat of concentration. Stocker was in 
no hurry to exhaust her supply of strokes and paused maddeningly 
between them. Waiting for the next blow strained my attention to the 
importance or remaining frozen in my precarious position. And then 
the pain blazed across my ass again.
	I was a quivering mass when the sixth blow finally fell. My 
concentration was on the verge of exhaustion. I was passing into some 
uncomprehending willess state where I sensed rather than felt Jennings 
probing around the opening of my twat. I was open enough for him to 
enter me easily.
	I must have been drifting in that mildly unhinged reality while 
Jennings pushed at my rear. I was shocked out of it when it seemed he 
had suddenly grown. The entry that was so easy before was now 
stretching me to a new limit.
	It couldn't be him. It was too firm to be a real penis in any case. 
Then the only thing that made sense was that Stocker was the one 
entering me with the unreal cock. Then Jennings confirmed that.
	"I think she noticed," I heard Jenning say from farther behind 
me.
	"Now you realize it sometimes is difficult to do your job," 
Jennings lectured me. 
	"Respect is doing that job without complaining," he went on.
	Now I knew I had to keep my mouth shut no matter how 
distended Stocker was forcing my pussy. The dildo was not only wide, 
it was deep. It went on and on even after I thought it had found my 
bottom.
	Stocker was no more polite with the rubber tool than she had 
been with the crop. She pulled it back and rammed it in again, 
obviously trying to make me squirm on her faux cock. With my breasts 
trapped as they were, that was not an option. I had to remain 
submissively still and take it.
	When I forgot myself for an instant and yelped at a particularly 
nasty thrust, Stocker landed her hand hard on my striped bottom.
	"No, Pam," Jennings scolded, "That was a bad thing. You had 
your turn."
	"She asked for it," Stocker replied, trying to defend her action.
	"Wrong, wrong, wrong," Jennings said, feigning tiredness, "I'm 
sorry Pam, but you've done it now. I can't train her by letting you get 
away with these things. And you know answering back just makes it 
worse. Even if I could have just reprimanded you before, that retort 
sealed you fate."
	This might have been a humorous exchange if I hadn't been 
spread-eagled and stuffed with the dildo. It seemed everything and 
everyone was fair game for Jennings. Stocker just grunted at his words 
and I felt her adjust her position.
	She bent over my back and I could feel her tremble, wriggle 
and then jerk. It didn't seem like she was moving, but rather being 
moved. A series of grunts and a sharp intake of breath later she began 
to move in me again. It all came into focus as Jennings talked to her.
	"Is that a little lesson for you?" he asked as Stocker was 
rammed into me.
	"It's a very big lesson, sir," Stocker replied with a quaver in her 
voice.
	"If you can't learn on one end, then I'll teach you at the other," 
Jennings grunted and Stocker was worked in and out of me.
	"Yes- unh- sir, teach my ass a lesson," Stocker begged, albeit 
unwillingly.
	It was no picnic for me either. I guessed Stocker was getting 
the brutal assfucking I had feared, but Jennings' energetic use of her ass 
was making her drive into me with a force that made it impossible to 
remain still. Tit torture and twat rip- it was too much to remain silent 
through. I let out my first groan even as I was trying to call it back, but 
nothing happened. I guessed it was allowed when everyone was busy 
elsewhere.
	It wasn't about me coming. There was something interesting 
about the extremes I was being put to that filtered through the pain, but 
it wasn't anything like orgasm. I couldn't appreciate the art with which 
the situation was constructed, but I understood how arousing it must 
have been for Jennings.
	And he was getting to drive his cock up his secretary's asshole at 
the same time. This was too polished of a setup for me to make a mark 
on with my smart mouth. I had overreached myself with this guy.
	I knew he was done when Stocker pulled the dildo slowly out 
of my cunt. The dildo was still swinging in front of her as she stepped 
forward and turned the crank to release my tits. The ache in my hips 
seemed to increase as she let my legs lower and it was a few seconds 
after my feet hit the ground before I felt like they could bear my 
weight. 
	I was relieved but puzzled at being released. I hadn't thought 
they would be through with me so quickly. I was right about that.
	"I imagine you understand your place here a little better now," 
Jennings said to me as Stocker pulled me up and turned me to face 
him.
	"Yes sir," I said truthfully, "I know I overestimated my place in 
the scheme of things."
	"You mean I'm even more like you than you are," Jennings 
laughed, "I think I know what you had in mind stripping off like that. It 
was an interesting concept, but I thought it was dangerous to let you be 
in control."
	Maybe he could read minds. The power trip was in the back of 
my mind, but I can guess how I would have gotten if he had let me 
take control. Of course I knew now that I would have been brought up 
short when I tried to press my advantage. This guy was too slick for 
me to handle.
	Handling wasn't on his mind. After his little speech, he crooked 
his finger at me. When I stood in front of him, he pushed me to my 
knees and pushed his pelvis at me.
	Handling wasn't even an option. My hands were still cuffed 
behind my back. I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth. He 
was making me work for it. Stocker's shit was still sour on his cock 
mixed with stale cum and I knew I would be sucking awhile before I 
even got him hard again.
	Stocker crossed and sat on the couch with an evil grin on her 
face. I didn't know what was coming next, but the look on her face told 
me it wouldn't be pleasant. As usual, I had both over- and 
underestimated my predicament. Stocker didn't have to move. I began 
to understand shortly.
	I think having Jennings' dick in my face made it better. I had 
something to distract me a little as the blood rushed back into my tits. 
Fire would have been a vacation from the grab-bag of pains that the 
returning blood brought. I had felt a kind of relief when Stocker had 
released my tits. I didn't know that was just a grace period before all 
the pain that had been stored up in them through their compression 
came flooding back with the blood supply.
	Stocker just grinned all the more each time I winced as I 
sucked on Jennings' cock. The sadistic bastard must have noticed it too. 
It seemed too convenient that his dick would start to rise just as the 
pain made me squirm. Even when the pain died down, the ache 
remained and reminded me with every bob on his cock.
	When he finally painted my gullet with cum, he lifted me up 
and smiled at me again.
	"There, I hope that taught you something," he said.
	"I learned a lot," I agreed, :but it was a painful lesson."
	"The best ones always are," he said, and then added, "I'll give 
you another lesson."
	When I flinched, he laughed.
 	"No, no, not that kind of lesson. It's just that I've heard," and he 
looked at Stocker, "That ice will lessen the effect of the vice. Stop 
swelling and keep the bruising to a minimum."
	To that end, he gave me the rest of the day off to go soak my 
tits in cold water.
	Lisa may go back there, but I'll be thinking twice before I go 
through this again for a measly $250.