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This story is not intended to be viewed by persons under the age of 18, =
or
under whatever age is considered adulthood in your neck of the world. It =
has
no basis in reality, and is intended as a fantasy only. If over the age =
in
question, please use your own good judgement.
This is my first story of this nature, so feedback =
(archaic69@hotmail.com)
is appreciated.
Now enjoy!
The Perfect Applicant (Ff, mc, hosiery fetish)
"She is beautiful, is she not?" Allison Taxton crossed her =
stockinged
legs, and turned to address her subordinate. "An absolute spectacle. =
Look
at her, Caroline, look at this footage from today's interview: auburn
tresses, slender build, buxom figure, uhhh." The mistress encircled one =
of
her own plump assets with gloved fingers, and began to pet herself. "I
would suggest that you attend me now, lest I have to come for you."
Caroline rose from tired knees to tired feet, and did not speak her
acquiescence; the end of penis shaped gag parted her red lips, had =
parted
them for the better part of an hour, it's shaft and tip forbidding =
coherent
language. What were not forbidden by either gag or mistress were the
animal-like grunts with which her lips had been likewise associated this
busy eve. Beneath the semi-sheer nylon of her black pantyhose, her =
buttocks
burned with pain. It was the price Allison's displeasure, and its =
memory
moved Caroline quickly to her mistress now.
Allison watched her girl approach, moving only her eyes in =
anticipation.
She continued to lightly pinch and massage her breasts through the =
rustling
nylon of her evening gown, but after speaking to Caroline, the mounting
passion had melted from her face. Now she stroked and caressed her own
mounds almost off-handedly; cold intensity had supplanted erotic =
merriment
in those beautiful, corn-flower blue orbs, and while she assessed, =
Caroline
knelt silently before her chair.
Then, on the dark, silhouette-streaked floor of their office. . .she =
waited.
A business suit: black jacket and skirt, pinstriped, the former hung
loosely over a bosom like a pair of grapefruit; between jacket and bosom =
was
a creamy-colored blouse, soft, with discreet, pliant buttons lining the
front. Between the pinstriped skirt and it's obvious holding were
pantyhose, a gentle black that cradled both legs and womanhood in their
silky confines. Sensible black heels and less sensible black choker =
served
as the only other unextraordinary adornments, though the latter was =
mostly
concealed during the business day by long, dark hair. The hair was up =
now,
the choker prominent against tanned, Hispanic skin. Allison liked the
visibility of her control.
Caroline's breathing was rhythmic and heavy, the rubber phallus
depressing her tongue moved in and out slightly with each momentary sag =
and
lift of her shoulders. Beyond that, the silence was deafening. =
Caroline
knew that her mistress was interested in extending the moment. Only now =
and
then would she spare the girl her fixed stare: when her fingers gently
coaxed the more extreme pleasures from her breasts, her eyes would =
flutter
open and shut quickly, yet no further sound was uttered. Finally, =
Allison
smiled and sat straight in her office chair, returning her elegantly =
gloved
arms to the rests, and above all signaling an end to the ministrations.
She stood quickly then, and her navy heels clicked as she circled =
behind
her girl. With a business-like twist of the buckle behind head, the =
straps
retaining her gag suddenly fell to the side, and the penis slid =
blessedly
from her mouth, hitting the floor with a clatter.
Caroline knew better than to move until instructed. Within a =
moment,
she heard stocking feet being slid from shoes, and then a clatter as =
they
were tossed dismissively aside. Then, the voice of her mistress: "Pick =
it
up." Caroline did, holding the saliva-soaked gag carefully aloft with
manicured fingers. "Now turn and face me."
Still on her stockinged knees, Caroline complied. Her suit skirt =
rode a
bit in the effort. Allison raised an eyebrow. "Sweet Ms. Holcomb," she
said softly, reaching forward to brush the kneeling woman's brow, "tell =
me a
little about the girl you were."
Caroline's eyes closed, and she breathed in, gathering her strength,
attempting reassuring thoughts. It's going to be this again. Please =
no. . .why
must you make me remember? No. . .I'll be strong; there may. . .even be =
some
pleasure. . .if I am good. This last choked her more than the phallus =
ever had.
What have I become?
"I. . ." she started tentatively, eyes downcast. "I used to. . ."
"No, bitch." Allison caught her in the chin with her stockinged =
toes,
and raised her face until their eyes met. "You will tell me as you =
lick
the penis."
Caroline swallowed, could feel her mistress's silken foot move away =
from
her cheek with a graceful ease. So sexy. . .God, no, stop it. She =
began
again, this time lowering her eyes and raising the slimy rubber cock at =
to
her lips. "I. . .I'm from a well-to do family in.California. . .and I. =
. ." she
stuttered as she tongued the phallus's base, "and I. . .I've always had
everything -ummm- that I've ever wanted."
"A rich girl?" Allison asked, playing an intrigued role. "A rich
bitch?"
"Ungh, um, yes, Mrs.Taxton," she closed her eyes and lathered the =
cock
with her tongue. "I was so, so rich. Daddy. . .mmm. . .he would buy his =
little
girl . ..mmm . ..he would get her anything."
"You were Daddy's girl. Daddy's good girl." Allison chuckled, and
slowly seated herself, moving to grasp the hem of her dark blue gown. =
"I
like that. But you got bad didn't you?"
"Daddy, he didn't want me to go," she started, following the prompt, =
"I
was. . ." her red fingernails played lightly over the cock, ". . .I was. =
. .I
needed.things."
"Yes, sweetheart. . .yes. . .we all need things." Allison's gown =
crawled slowly
up her calves, her thighs, revealing more and more stocking as it rose.
Caroline began to lose herself, as had happened so many times before =
"I
started. . .ungh. . .to be bad. I. . .wanted things. . ." her lips =
encircled the phallus's
tip in a kiss, "things. ..mmm. . .Daddy. . .couldn't give me."
The gown was crumpled about Allison's waist now. She too had her =
eyes
closed, her lace stocking tops exposed, her legs lean and outstretched =
in a
'V', toes pointed. "Why Caroline, you were becoming a woman, a sexy,
beautiful woman."
"Yes. . .I. . .a woman." She tipped her head back in ecstasy, =
bending the penis
slightly. "I. . .mmm. . .left. . .left Daddy."
"Yes, you left for the east. You started school, you naughty young =
lady."
Allison began to stroke her panties, continuing in a carefully paced
whisper, "You should be spanked for your urges."
"H. . .Harvard," she began to pant, and this time, as she continued =
to
manipulate the fake cock between tongue and left hand, her right drifted
slowly to the hemline of her own skirt.
"Such a fine school for young ladies. Taught you how to dress, how =
to. . ."
a small gasp as her finger traced the outline of her panties, ". . .to =
act. You
were to be a lady, my pretty pet."
Caroline's initial rigidity had abandoned her: she was half-bent =
now,
with only one stocking knee still affixed to the ground, while the other =
leg
stuck straight out awkwardly behind her. The hem of her pinstriped =
skirt
now barely concealed the darker panty of her hosiery, while the majority =
of
it was crumpled across the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes were closed, and =
she
bathed the rubber phallus in long runs, from bottom to top and then =
back. A
small whimper escaped her lips as she tipped off the penis a third time, =
for
it was then that her right fingertips brushed her nylon-covered pussy.
"But then," Allison leaned forward in her chair until her face was
inches away from her unknowing slut's, "you came to work for me." And =
she
snapped her fingers.
A light came on in Caroline's mind, and the floor met her body in a
rush. She laid there, crumpled, face in the floor with her long dark =
hair,
still wrapped in its ponytail, cascading alongside. Then, without =
looking
up, she gasped, in the quiet, shy little girl voice that belied =
everything
she had been."Mistress, may I?"
"Why, my little bitch? Are you in heat?"
The trance of the last episode had dissipated. Caroline lifted her =
head to
the height of Allison's knees. Her face flushed with humiliation. But
under her hose, her pussy flushed with need. "Yes, mistress," she =
panted,
every muscle tensed. "Your bitch is in heat."
"Then," Allison, still leaning forward, extended a hand, and cupped =
one
of Caroline's breasts through her now disheveled blouse, "by all means."
With a moan of lust, Caroline fell backwards onto the soft, thick =
carpet
and shucked her skirt around her waist. Her hands shot to her swelling
crotch, and she split the now sopping wet pantyhose that had concealed =
it.
She grabbed the cock from where it had fallen, and, legs aloft and =
apart,
plunged it into herself with desperation of someone who may never cum =
again.
Her grunting was no less erotic for being self-inflicted.
"Uunhhhh!!"
Allison leaned back once more to watch the lewd show. The expanse =
of
muscular thigh that now shot straight into the air shook and convulsed =
with
each of her bitch's thrusts.
"Uhnnh. . .uhnh."
"You make noises like an animal, Caroline. I knew you would, the =
first
day you walked into my office."
Caroline didn't -couldn't-hear. She continued her thrusts, meeting
hand-held cock with eager pelvis, both working without rhythm, but with
mutual desperation. One of her high-heels clattered to the floor, and =
she
distractedly moved her black stocking foot to kick off the other.
"It puzzled me: your confidence, your intelligence, tempered with =
your
utter inability to discern my fa=E7ade."
"Oh, ugn, oh God. . .please." Caroline seemed ready to peak; her =
toes were
pointed, her eyes clenched shut, her words were whimpered.
"You were a perfect applicant. But sadly. . ."
"UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
". . .hardly a challenge."
Caroline's legs fell to the floor like trees before an axeman. She =
laid
there, phallus half-hanging from her delicate womanhood, sweat soaking =
both
hair and face, expensive suit and hose overwrought in her desire to cum.
Allison stood, and slowly walked a circle around her girl, keeping a
motion not unlike a detective does a chalk outline. She smiled. "That =
is
why our new applicant will be so good for the company, pet. You see, =
she,"
she indicated the glowing monitor which had been so utterly ignored for =
the
extent of their encounter, "she will not be an easy candidate. She is
neither dense, nor extravagant: I judged as much during our session."
Darkness began to creep across Caroline's senses, a sleep born of =
her
harshly-bought cum. But she strained to hear the last of Allison's =
words.
"And what is best. . .her entire purpose here is one of perception. =
What better
challenge than the game which knows it is in a huntsman's range?"
Caroline's shifted her body, and betrayed her inquiry by reopening =
her eyes
to catch her mistress's.
"You see, my sweet, that beautiful creature asked one too many =
questions.
And what is more. . .when she stood to go, I saw the hint of the wire =
tucked
behind her jacket."
The darkness fled, and was replaced for the first time with a new =
kind of
light.
"She starts tomorrow."
END
Part2
The morning crept up on Jennifer Grey, first articulating itself =
only as a sliver of light probing lightly between her curtains. As the =
hour crept closer and closer towards 8 a.m. however, the fabric between =
her sleeping form and the insisting day may as well have been tissue. =
Jennifer turned once, turned twice, and turned again, still not =
comprehending the sun's purpose in intruding on her coveted slumber. Not =
comprehending, that is, until the phone rang.=20
"Oh! Oh God." This wouldn't do. She snatched the receiver from its =
mount, and in an instant composed herself utterly; when she spoke her =
obligatory greetings, her voice had eschewed all suggestions of slumber. =
Still...
"Ms. Grey. We didn't wake you, did we? I do hope not. Occasionally =
our hours of operation throw even our more seasoned employees off the =
clock, and I haven't even a watch on today." The voice was unfamiliar, =
and a quick glance at the caller ID panel disclosed nothing: 'OUT OF =
AREA.' But Jennifer had seen to it that nobody else knew this number.
"No ma'am. It's a perfectly regular hour. Ah...I was just under the =
impression that I was expected at six-thirty?"
There was a cheerful giggle. Definitely not Ms. Taxton. "Mrs. Grey, =
I'm calling on behalf of the HSA to confirm your appointment with us =
today. Ms. Taxton did mention the schedule; I just wanted to give you =
plenty of time to prepare. The dress code was covered with you =
yesterday?"
It hadn't been. Jennifer's mind raced, quickly attempting to =
re-establish her character, her mannerisms so as to be consistent with =
her performance at the interview. Acquiescence, not assertion, was the =
key. "No ma'am. I presumed. . .business casual?"
"Slightly more. We here at HSA pursue a lofty clientele, Mrs. Grey. =
If I may suggest...?"
Jennifer smirked to herself. My agency has a few codes of it's own, =
girl. You might as well be filling evidence bags for me. "Please. I'm at =
a loss."
"Our attire is designed to compel, to sell, and to intimidate, Ms. =
Grey. Stick with neutral colors at first. I suggest a charcoal suit, =
skirt of an attractive but daring cut, a blazer that can be discarded =
without ruining the outfit, pantyhose of course (gray would be =
preferable to beige with that color) and sensible, patent leather =
heels." She closed at the end with a tone was better left to the reading =
of a shopping list. "I have much to do now. I must be going. Good day, =
Ms. Grey."
Jennifer still held the receiver. Her mouth was open. I've just been =
told what shade of hosiery to wear. Still, the woman had qualified the =
comment as a suggestion. If there was anything to this HSA assignment, =
they were no strangers to covering their backs. She hung the phone up, =
and, smirking, picked up the other, a black cell that was no bigger than =
her palm, before dialing. "Hunts, Jennifer M." A pause, and then, =
"6-R-7-Y-B. Good. Thank you. Hello, sir. Yes. Tell me, what sort of cash =
flow was I allotted for this assignment?"
********** =20
The large hand of her watch inched ever nearer the twelve, while the =
short one rested uncomfortably atop the seven. Shit. Jennifer's heels =
clicked quickly as she trotted up the stairs, occasionally dropping an =
anxious hand to tug at her too-short skirt. Shit, I'm late.=20
The day had been spent enjoyably, after business with the Agency was =
out of the way. She had, she'd discovered, a federally sanctioned budget =
of $10,000 with which to pursue the operation. As she'd never had staff, =
and as most of her missions involved less. . .subtle investigation, the =
sum had been entirely a mystery to her.
No longer. The exceptional suit which she wore so closely matched =
the one described that morning that it might as well have been tailored =
by her caller. The skirt was the best: colored nearly black, it was cut =
just above her gray stockinged knees. It made her feel sexy and =
confident, but as she rushed up the stairs towards HSA's sterile =
glass-laden entry way, self-consciousness tempered her good feelings. I =
mustn't forget why I'm here.
The building was huge, pristine, and would have appeared vacant, if =
Jennifer did not know better. HSA ran around the clock, she had been =
told, stacking shifts differently as the need arose. Hence, it was =
explained, their inclination towards unmarried employees.
The glass doors parted with a whisper, and Jennifer slowed to =
compose herself. With a deep intake of breath, she stepped across the =
threshold, last week's instructions cradled carefully in her memory: =
"Mrs. Hunt, your purpose there will be neither presume guilt nor =
innocence. HSA is either squeaky clean. . .or it's the most meticulously =
shrouded illegality in New York. Either way, we don't expect your stay =
there to be a short one." With another whisper, the doors sealed =
themselves behind her.=20
The entry was large and forbidding, consisting mostly of marble. =
Columns paralleled the walls, and, at this late hour, succeeded at =
casting sufficient shadow across the room that Jennifer did not see the =
other woman until she spoke.
"Ms. Grey." It was not a question.
"Um. Yes. It's me." Jennifer approached and held out her hand in =
introduction.
"My name is Caroline Holcomb." She seemed to appraise Jennifer, and =
did not take her hand until her eyes had had their fill. When they =
shook, Jennifer wondered if she'd ever felt anything so soft as the =
other woman's hand. It was as though it had just been doused in powder. =
"I will show you the way to the main office, where we can get started."
She turned on her heel (a very high heel, she noted: nearly four =
inches) and Jennifer followed her to the elevator at the hall's end. But =
when the door opened with a soft ring, she merely stepped to the side, =
and gestured.
"Aren't you coming?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.
There was a pause, and again Caroline roamed the new arrival with =
her eyes. "I like your suit, Ms. Grey. And no, I cannot accompany you. =
I've been assigned to other duties."
"Then someone will meet me up top?" Jennifer was feeling a little =
odd, suddenly, and didn't want to go upstairs alone.
A strange light ran across Caroline's features. . .of interest. . =
.or. . .anticipation? "No." She smiled. "Things run pretty smoothly =
here, Ms. Grey. You'll find that your office has been duly prepared."
Jennifer nodded, and with a slight shake of her head to clear her =
nerves, stepped aboard.
Caroline watched the doors close, and then carefully withdrew a =
cleansing rag from her own blazer before proceeding to scrub her hands. =
Where she wiped, there came away a beige powder. I've gotten you for =
her, pretty girl, she thought as she examined the rag's new tint against =
the light. I had no choice, but I've gotten you. She dropped the rag in =
the waste basket as she walked away. Out damned spot.
Part 3
Perfect Applicant part 3 (Ff, mc, hosiery)=20
When the elevator began its ascent from the first floor, Jennifer =
Grey was feeling a little unsteady on her feet. By the time its =
seemingly rapid climb had put ten floors behind her, she had sunk to her =
stockinged knees, black spots speckling her vision. And when the doors =
opened at the 42nd floor, her prescribed destination, she was no longer =
possessed of the consciousness to appreciate the end of her ride.=20
Allison Taxton peered appreciatively at the crumpled young woman =
from her newly-taken position between the doors. She pursed her wet, red =
lips in a soft whistle. Lucky for you that I am not one who favors the =
feast to the hunt. Soon there would be time to gorge herself on the =
full-breasted, tightly-muscled girl before her. But for now. . .the =
preparations.
She stepped quickly, purposefully from the elevator, into the =
cubicle-laden office space behind her. Gesturing to two young ladies, =
short-skirted blondes, gartered stockings evident, she chose her words =
carefully: "Girls, you must show Ms. Grey to my office via the scenic =
route. Consider during the trip that she has not yet seen the breadth of =
this place." One of them smiling, the other looking lustful, they =
nonetheless nodded their compliance, and, with practiced ease, hefted =
Jennifer by hands and ankles and maneuvered her deftly towards the other =
end of the level.
Allison waited until they had rounded a darkened corner, counted to =
ten, and then pursued, her four-inch heels clicking a steady pace across =
the floor. In her mind ticked an insistent clock. They had six minutes: =
six were all that the mind could conceivably discount, in disorienting =
circumstances, all that would not be missed when consciousness was =
renewed. They would be done in four.
When she opened the doors to her office, the blondes were moving =
with surgical precision. Jennifer's blazer had been doffed, was hanging =
neatly from a nearby peg, and her creamy blouse was coming along just as =
quickly. Allison smiled as Jennifer's breasts, pear-shaped, large, and =
firm, swung heavily from the confines of her just-removed bra. When Ms. =
Grey's entire torso was stripped, one of the two girls looked at Allison =
and smiled. "Not bugged today, Mistress."
"Excellent." This just kept getting better. "Quickly now, strip her =
fully and proceed."
Giggling, one girl moved slightly aside, and, withdrawing a =
transparent packet and metallic instruments from her purse, began to =
fiddle with the various lacy articles that were being handed her as =
Jennifer's violation progressed. Allison, hands folded behind her back, =
began to circle the scene, taking it all in. At this point, Ms. Grey's =
thinly cut skirt was being worked down her long, grey-hosed legs, and =
Allison relished the lack of panties under the hose. Allison knew that =
said something about a woman. "You, my pretty pet, will be such a =
willful slut when I am done with you." The stripee said nothing, of =
course, and the stripper, eager to please, quickly began to roll the =
hosiery from her legs.
Allison stopped, fixing her with a frigid glance: "Be careful not to =
run them, bitch. Ms. Grey must never be compelled to consider the =
circumstances of these senseless moments. She will wake, and all will be =
well with her world." Allison renewed her pace, noting the dampening =
condition of her own hose, white today, with a sheer, high-cut panty. =
"She will not know, for instance, that three of her own co-workers here =
at HSA," Allison ran her hands across the kneeling girls' hair as she =
passed, "have seen her tits and pussy. She will not know that one of =
those three," she hovered a bit about the girl with the instruments, =
slipping a stocking foot in and out of her black shoe, "has meticulously =
placed tiny, remote, sensory inducers, within specific articles of her =
clothing. She will not know that, despite their size, each is capable of =
soliciting a bodily reaction equal to a vibrator in the cunt." A cruel =
chuckle. "She will not know that these little wonders are, in fact, =
nearly transparent, especially against darker clothing. . ." She placed =
index and middle fingers together, and began to lightly massage circles =
across her own crotch, over her skirt and hose. "Which, she will know, =
is what we require in our dress code."
She practically purred then, and continued to stroke, ceasing her =
pace about the room. Allison knew that she was distracting herself, =
that she should be focusing, but every time her eyes wandered across the =
nude woman below, she became more and more aware of the ache between her =
legs, the pulsing, moistening need.=20
Her servants though, worked on regardless. 3 minutes had passed, and =
more than anything in the world, they feared their mistress' wrath =
should 3 more transpire before the job's consummation. The tiny plastic =
slivers were placed quickly but accurately, wherever in Jennifer's =
clothing an erogenous zone might find itself. Three were in each cup of =
the black, lacy bra: one on each underside, where the breasts' weight =
would be borne, one along the top of the cup, where a lover's gentle =
kiss might be planted, and the last along the centers, where Jennifer's =
soft brown nipples would likely rest. Additionally, several were placed =
with rapid precision in Jennifer's silken gray hosiery: one in each =
reinforced toe and in each sole, one along the back of where each calf =
would be delicately encased, and two in the darker gray panty itself, =
one in front panel, along the seam, and one opposite it, in the back. =
"We're ready, Mistress," said the girl making the placements.
"Hold for just a moment." Allison was a creature of control, but =
even she could be beguiled under the right conditions. Still applying =
pressure to her womanhood, she knelt over her naked, dozing prey, and =
with all the restraint she could summon, limited herself to a brief kiss =
on each of Jennifer's erect nipples.
The moan took them all aback. Allison shot up, her eyes wide. The =
powder. . .the powder was supposed to keep the victim utterly =
unconscious of all stimuli. All stimuli for the allotted time. It had =
never failed. Unless. . .it had not all been transferred. Caroline =
Holcomb. Allison smiled appreciatively. Did YOU disobey me? The prospect =
of it delighted her; she'd imagined that Caroline had lost all use as an =
entertainment piece months ago.=20
Two minutes left now, if we are lucky. She snapped her fingers =
quickly, and the girls rushed to dress the unconscious Jennifer, pulling =
on pantyhose, shoes, bra, etc. Everything must be perfect, every fold =
and tuck needed to match the condition of the apparel before it was =
removed. The girls knew this, and satisfied the requirement as quickly =
as possible. Still, the seconds ticked on.
Finally it was done. Again hoisting Jennifer by ankles and wrists, =
they rushed her to the elevator doors, which had been held ajar. =
Jennifer gave little whimpers and stirrings during this time, but =
remained blessedly asleep. Allison followed, her nerve unchallenged.=20
Jennifer was propped up in a lean against the elevator rail, and one =
of her shoes, which had fallen off during the transit, was replaced upon =
her stocking foot by Allison, as the two little whores who had aided =
scampered away to less public corners. Allison then made one final =
evaluation of her victim, and, noting that everything was in place, =
stepped back behind the closing doors.
*****
Jennifer shook her head from side to side. Elevator rides up that =
many floors always made her disoriented. Nervously, she checked her =
watch. God, I didn't think I was THAT late. As the elevator bounced to a =
stop, a small chime rang, and the doors slid open to reveal Ms. Allison =
Taxton, dressed immaculately, and tapping a foot with impatience.=20
"Ms. Taxton, I'm sorry. I just got caught up in things and lost =
track of time."
Ms. Taxton seemed to consider her excuse, a pretty weak on =
admittedly. Then she smiled pleasantly and approached the new hire with =
an extended hand. "Things happen, Ms. Grey. Welcome to HSA."
Part 4 (Ff, hosiery, mc)
Caroline Holcomb's situation was unenviable, to say the least.=20
She stood silently in the hidden sanctum of the HSA, hands at her =
sides, feet slightly apart, blinking rapidly, and sweating profusely. =
The blinking could be attributed to the brilliantly white light that was =
highlighting her form, setting it off against the haze of the office. =
The sweating, however, was due to something else entirely.
From her position atop the dais, Allison Taxton scrutinized her =
pretty pet. Caroline wore one of her trademark skirt-suits, a navy =
ensemble that fit her beautifully, and cut well against her roundish =
breasts. Where it ended, about two inches above the knee, shimmered a =
pair of almost glittery beige stockings, semi-sheer and elegantly =
caressing the muscles of her legs. The outfit was completed at top and =
bottom by a black choker (partly covered by her long, black hair) and a =
pair of three inch pumps, respectively. Allison knew her bitch to look =
delicious on any occasion, but it was moments like these, when she stood =
nervously at attention, that she was most vulnerable, and thus, most =
appealing.=20
The silence was worsening (it was a favorite tactic) and Caroline =
could feel her peril, almost as though it was a tangible thing. Beyond =
the light's touch moved the servants: all female, Caroline knew, as was =
their mistress' wont. Once in a while, their heels would click across =
the cold concrete floor, and the echo, sometime near in origin, =
sometimes far, rattled her nerves. Finally, she could take it no longer.
"Mistress," Caroline began hesitantly, her soft Hispanic lips barely =
parting for the word, "do you have need of me?"
Allison bolted from her seat, and took the stairs between them two =
at a time. Caroline stepped back in fright from the assault, but her =
cheek was grabbed, pinched, and held. The pain was fierce, the nails =
sharp, and she heard herself cry out girlishly. Shame overcame her. The =
woman she had been was gone. But she had little time to contemplate =
that, as Allison pulled their faces very close together, and then said =
something, not to Caroline, but to the room: "This cow has spoken too =
much already. Bind her." With that, she gave Caroline a hardy shove, =
sending her teetering on her high heels before collapsing to the floor =
in a heap. She lay there for a moment, dignity abandoned, skirt climbing =
to her panties and stocking legs awkwardly spread.=20
But the moment was all she had. Responding to their mistress, four =
servant girls converged on her from the shadows, and, each grabbing a =
limb, hefted her aloft. Caroline had learned long ago that struggling =
was useless, but she couldn't help herself. She tried to hit and wiggle =
and kick her way free, a sight that Allison took in with delight, but =
the girls' hold was firm. Quickly, they carted her to a darkened room =
behind the dais, where she knew she would be first drugged and then =
"prepared" to her mistress' tastes. Silently, she ceased her wriggling, =
bit her lower lip, and prayed that Jennifer Grey was worth what was =
coming next.
*******
Agent Grey stifled a yawn behind her perfectly manicured fingers. =
All around her sounded the typical beeps, keystrokes, and rings of an =
office on the go, but the noise was doing little to rouse her.=20
After a year with the Agency, a year filled with kicked-down doors, =
drug dealers, and the mafia, this undercover bit seemed kind of tame. =
Especially if the days ahead held up to this one, then she would be sure =
that nothing was going on. She sighed, and sipped from her coffee mug. =
Perhaps she was just too impatient. After all, this was, what?, her =
second time in the building? Nevertheless, she'd expected more action =
than arguments at the water cooler could satisfy.=20
A lovely red-haired head popped over the wall of her cubicle. "Hey, =
Jen. I heard you yawn from over here. I told you this place was dull."
Jennifer smiled. Tristen had been so friendly that night, taking =
Jennifer by the hand, showing her the in's and out's of the office, the =
computer network, basically everything Ms. Taxton hadn't covered before =
rushing off to take care of some business. "No," she replied politely, =
"of course it's not dull. I just have to adjust to these hours." She =
held her cup aloft. "This helps."
"It'll be your best friend. Speaking of which, I have to go place a =
requisition for various supplies. Anything you need, speak up now. It'll =
be a while before I'm back."=20
Jennifer shook her head 'no' and thanked her, returning her focus to =
the task at hand as the girl walked off. Such nice people, Jennifer =
thought to herself. If there is anything going on here, there's no way =
that it has suffused the whole staff.
Stretching her long legs underneath her desk, she slid her stocking =
feet from her shoes. It felt so good to wiggle her toes for a bit, and =
hopefully no one would notice her lack of professionalism. Pantyhose =
certainly made her legs feel indulged, but there was something to be =
said for lower heels, particularly until she got accustomed to the =
office grind. She distractedly crossed her legs, bringing one foot up on =
her knee so she could rub the tension out of it.=20
God, that feels good, she thought, as she ran her fingers over and =
over the soft, gray nylon. Soon the other foot was asking for attention, =
and so she switched. It DID feel good. Better than her foot massages =
usually felt. Maybe her clumsy boyfriends-of-the-week just hadn't been =
doing it right. Slowly and then quickly she glided her hands over her =
sheer hosiery, even taking a moment to rub her well-muscled calves. She =
closed her eyes. It was so quiet in the office all of a sudden. Perhaps =
there was a break. That would be nice. She kept working her hands, =
assured now that she could relax briefly. God, had her hosiery been this =
silky before? It was so soft under her fingers, so tight around her =
calves, her toes, her pussy. . .it caressed her womanhood, her sweet =
pussy, oh her pussy. . . "Ohhnhh. . ."
Jennifer's eyes shot open, and she self-consciously ran them around =
her immediate space. Had she said that out loud? Her face flushed a =
horrific red. All of the noises so prevalent in the office had resumed =
their typical volume. Had she just imagined that? God, please let it be =
so! It would be so humiliating! No, calm down, no one heard. Hurriedly, =
she slipped her stocking feet back into her shoes, and replaced her =
fingers at the keyboard. Slowly her heartbeat became more regular. Good, =
she thought. Relax. But as Jennifer Grey recrossed her stocking legs at =
the knee, her calmness was again overcome with mortification. Between =
her thighs, her hosed crotch was warm and soft as always . . . but it =
was also wet. And that it hadn't been in a long, long time.=20
Part 5
Caroline could remember -barely- that she was still kicking and =
fighting the lingerie-clad girls as they brought her into the =
preparation chamber. She could remember also that she was not their =
match, and how easily they deposited her, like a sack of grain, =
face-down over the table. She vividly recalled the more extreme =
sensations of the ordeal, wrists pinned by two of the more toned girls =
as her skirt was unzipped by another and dropped around her ankles. The =
cold concrete beneath her stocking feet as her shoes were removed. And =
after her lace panties were moved adequately to one side. . .the syringe =
in her bottom was particularly memorable. =20
The rest, naturally, was a haze, though she could surmise much from =
her present situation. The girls had stripped her of suit and =
stockings, obviously, and replaced it with this. . .costume that she =
wore now. Then they had toyed with her some -a bit of play that she =
most certainly hadn't objected to, given the nature of the HSA's =
narcotics. And then, likely that when they were required to present her =
to Mistress Allison Taxton, they did so with slavish devotion and =
girlish giggles. Afterwards, her drug-wrought malleability fading, the =
girls bound her into her current position, and scampered pixie-like back =
into the shadows to watch.
And what a show it would be. Caroline could tell just from the =
setup.
Atop the dais, observing her plaything, sat Mistress Allison. Her =
legs, as always, shone prettily in their silken stockings -white this =
time. She had stripped off her business suit of earlier in the eve, and =
was wearing only a beige, satin camisole. Her blond hair fell down her =
shoulders, and with every cock of her head seemed to glide about them as =
though dancing. Caroline could only survey her mistress for a moment at =
a time, and had learned the inherent defeat of looking her in the eyes; =
but God, she was so beautiful. =20
In sharp contrast to Allison's majesty was Caroline's own position. =
The chamber was oriented like some sort of modern throneroom, replete =
with cold stone columns lining the path to the dais. The first time =
Caroline stirred, she realized that her movements were restricted. It =
took only a moment after that to discover why: a tiny but invariably =
sturdy chain ran from one of those columns, the one nearest her =
Mistress' platform, to the choker that always adorned her lovely neck. =
With her mistress watching, Caroline would not try her slack, but past =
experience suggested that she had exactly enough to reach the top of the =
dais, and her mistress' touch. 'Oh lord,' she thought pleadingly, =
'please don't let it be bad.'
As she grew more nervous, she began to stir, and the rustle of her =
costume brought it's details to her attention. It was quite unlike =
anything that she'd ever been forced to wear, outraegous and gaudy =
beyond all of her former standards. The first thing to strike her was =
the glaring pinkness of it all: not a hot pink, but a soft, girlish =
pink, the sort that might speckle a nursery room. She wore pink tights, =
though they were more sheer than most tights, almost like the variety =
worn by ballerinas. There were no shoes, but around her ankles were =
tiny pink bands, upon which were tied little bells that rang softly when =
she moved. Her waist, she found, was similarly ringed, but instead of =
bells there were harnesses on the belt, shiny clasps that stood out as =
the only non-rosy shade of her garment. It seemed to restrictive and =
harsh, especially relative to the soft, sheer teddy that cradled her =
beautiful breasts, midriff, and shoulders. The teddy seemed almost like =
a body-stocking in it's texture and hugging confines, and about it were =
sprinkled sequins: a few here and there to give the bodice an even more =
eye-catching quality, if that was possible. Lastly, her long, dark =
hair, normally flowing over her shoulders, was bound in a thick braid, =
tied up at the end (or course) with pink ribbon.
'What is she doing?' Caroline thought. 'This can't be my punishment. =
. .It's too. . .soft, too feminine. Where are the whips, the paddles, =
the dildos?' Caroline grimaced as she envisioned the instruments. But =
a tiny voice in the back of her head whispered, 'But the paddles taught =
you disciplince, girl. And the dildos made you scream, made you look at =
her and whimper for more.' =20
It was at this moment that the mistress stood, and descended the =
stairs, high heels clicking menacingly, and she whipped her hand behind =
her and then before her in an arc. When Caroline beheld it, she saw the =
device.
"Get on all fours, my bitch." And she pressed a button.
A surge of pleasure assailed her pussy. A virtual wave, that =
eclipsed her crotch and ripped all coherence from her mind. Never had =
she felt such pleasure there. It rolled over her in a surge, and then =
ebbed, the aftershocks hitting her cunt like a car hits speedbumps. =
Caroline fell down flat where she stood, struggled to obey her mistress, =
to pull herself onto hands and knees, but the cum was too powerful. It =
put her back down onto the floor like no blow could have. =20
Ms. Allison continued to advance, placing one beautiful foot =
daintily in front of the other in her approach. "Bitch? Did I not call =
you to heel?" Another push of the button.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeuuughhhhhhhhhh. . . unh. . .unh. . .mis. . .mistress. . =
.oh. . ." She tried again, pushed her pink stockinged knees underneath =
her. . .but again the button was pushed. It almost hurt this time, so =
tender was she under her tights. "UNNGHHH!!" And again she sank, =
groaning, panting prettily, perfect shoulders rising and falling. All =
the while the bells and harness adorning her uniform tingled quietly. =
"Mist. . .mistress, please. . ." A moment, a moment to obey was all she =
needed. Just had to catch her breath.
But now Allison stood over her, the opulent lighting casting an =
oppressive shadow. "Bitches do not speak. They howl." She held her =
finger menacingly over the button, and Caroline hefted her weary head in =
time only to see her smile. The next orgasm brought blackness.
*************
When she awoke, perhaps moments later, perhaps hours, her position =
had not changed. She was still costumed, still chained. And Allison =
still stood near, still in stockings and camisole, though this time with =
another woman, fully attired, a young-ish brunette with more rounded =
breasts and hips. They were not looking at her; instead they had their =
heads together, speaking quickly and frankly.
"So," Allison said, with an air of finality, "she suspects nothing?" =
=20
"Nothing, Ms. Taxton. In fact, she's more conscious of herself than =
of the happenings here. When you first wet her, she ran to the restroom =
so quickly I feared she might trip." There was a pause. "Mistress, I =
wonder at that hidden potential you perceived. Was the really the most =
perfect applicant?" =20
There was warning in Allison's tone. "Do not presume too far. We =
mustn't underestimate the Agency's presence here. It's the nature of =
the game, Tristen, that you must keep up appearances." Caroline's heart =
seized. She knew that name. Her body shifted a bit involuntarily, and =
the bells at her ankles betrayed her movement.
Allison and Tristen both turned to regard her with raised eyebrows, =
but the latter spoke first: "And as for her, Mistress?"
Allison stepped forward, withdrew a stocking foot from her shoe, and =
dragged her toes sensuosly along the outside of Caroline's thigh, the =
nylons rasping together appealingly. "Her access to Jennifer will be =
limited, starting tomorrow. But that is tomorrow. For tonight. . .she =
is yours to play with. Just remember the rules."
Tristen clapped her hands and laughed heartlily, quickly beginning =
to disrobe. Caroline cringed. Tristen had been with the HSA longer =
than most of the others, she had heard, and totally gave herself to =
Allison years ago. Since, she had be become as cruel and demanding, if =
not as surgical, as her mistress, adopting both Ms. Taxton's penchant =
for humiliation and fetish for hosiery. Caroline had never seen her up =
close, but the serving girls gave her as wide a berth as they did =
Allison. =20
"Caroline, tonight you are to be a bitch in deed as well as name," =
Allison said, moving back to the dais. "Get up on all fours, and let =
Tristen examine you." =20
Caroline obeyed quickly, expecting another burst to her pussy. She =
was surprised and mortified at her disapointment when there was none.
Tristen approached, and Caroline arched her back carefully, tension =
running through her body. "Oh," Tristen said, "oh, mistress, this is a =
fine bitch." She ran her finger tips through Caroline's dark hair, =
tracing the braid to where it fell along her back. "Well bred." She =
knelt and looked beneath Caroline as a farmer might a cow, and grabbed =
one of her pink-wrapped nipples. Caroline made a small, girlish noise, =
despite herself. Tristen smiled at Allison from over her back. "And in =
heat." She continued to touch Caroline provocatively, cupping her at =
the base of her breasts, and then moving her hands downward to pinch her =
nipples. She repeated this over and over, petting Caroline's tits, =
pinching harder and harder each time. The texture of the teddy was no =
protection, and it's stocking-like feel probably only encouraged her =
torment. Tristen persisted until Caroline squealed cutely every time, =
then she stood, and renewed her surface examination. =20
Her hands stopped when they reached Caroline's bottom, heart-shaped =
and plump, and pressed into the air by her position. "Now this," she =
said with admiration and glee, "is the crowning touch." With that, =
Caroline felt something tugging at the back of her tights, pulling the =
already-stretched material to it's limit. It was weird how she pulled, =
Caroline thought, as though a handle had been affixed to the seat of her =
hose. Despite herself, she turned to view her tormentor. She wished =
she hadn't. Her face went crimson with humiliation. In Tristen's hands =
and stitched onto Caroline's panty was a fluffy pink tail, the sort that =
adorned Playboy bunny costumes, only bigger. "It's like she's a puppy!" =
Tristen let the waistband of her tights snap back, and Caroline grunted =
at the sting. "Well, Caroline," she said as she completed her circuit, =
"would you like to go for a walk?"
Caroline shook her head with embarassment, not meeting her eyes. =
"Please, mistress...I just-" Then she felt a jolt in her vagina, not =
the pleasurable sort, but a sharp, quick burst that widened her brown =
eyes and made her look to the dais.
Allison held the control menacingly. "My bitch, you do not learn =
well. You may not speak, or I will become angry." She crossed her =
stocking legs slowly at the knee. "You will go on a walk. Show Tristen =
that you want to." She turned to the darker recesses of the throne =
room, and snapped her fingers twice: "And you, servant girls. Lay down =
some carpet. I do not want her running her tights on these cold, hard =
floors." There was the clicking of high heels as they rushed off and =
returned with a massive, rolled up rug, which they unfurled along the =
length of the room.
Then there was a tug at her collar. Tristen had unhooked the chain =
from it's clasp, and held it before her like a leash. She looked =
menacing in her pitch black skirt-suit, high, strappy heels and equally =
dark stockings. But she sounded bright and chipper as she gave the =
leash another tug. "Come puppy." Then she began to walk.
Caroline knew innately that she couldn't stand and follow, and the =
slack was already beginning to run out. It was either follow or choke, =
she knew. Flushing to the hairline, she moved as quickly as she could =
on her hands and knees, pursuing Tristen's quick, dignified pace with =
one of mortification. =20
The reward was a different sensation in her pussy. A warm, glowing =
sensation.
Caroline continued to follow. By the second circuit, she was =
growing tired and her knees were becoming sore. She began to slow, =
falling farther and farther behind Tristen. The jolt in her pussy this =
time was not pleasant. It spurred her on.
She knew what was being done to her. She'd studied Pavlovian =
responses at Harvard. She knew about HSA's technical marvels, tiny =
slivers that could manipulate a body's pleasure zones, and knew that she =
wore them in her tights and teddy now. Still, the knowing made little =
difference; she could not resist the sensations. As she matched =
Tristen's pace, her cunt grew warm again, as did her breasts and calves. =
Soon the ache was sponged away completely, and Caroline began to breath =
heavily without influence of the walk at all. =20
When they stopped before the dais, Tristen walked in front of her, =
and slipped off her shoes. Caroline's head came only to her knees, but =
she could see the length of her legs was luscious. There was an =
electronic wave that rolled alongside her breasts, then, and Caroline's =
nipples stood out tautly against her teddy. Still on hands and knees, =
she began to make soft little noises of pleasure. 'Please,' Caroline =
thought, even through her whimpers, 'please leave me some dignity. =
Please, I was a strong woman. . .' She closed her eyes. 'A =
beautiful woman.' The humming in her breasts was joined by a renewed =
warmth in her pussy. God, she couldn't let herself enjoy this! Where =
was the agent? The one she'd tried to help? But these thoughts faded =
into the background as she felt hands in her hair, loosening the ribbon, =
then untwining the tightly-knit braid.
"Shhh. . .you're a good girl, Caroline." The voice sang, perfectly =
harmonized with the humming of her body. Slowly, the hands moved =
through her hair, smoothing, petting. =20
Caroline couldn't help herself. She arched her neck to receive the =
attention. "Mmmmm. . .please, mistress, please. . .don't stop. . ."
"Shhh." The hands moved down back now, stopped her waist. There =
was a jinkle as they grasped her harness. Slowly, willingly, Caroline =
allowed her body to be manipulated by Tristen, until she was upright, =
sitting lady-like on a hip with her legs crossed at the ankle beside =
her. Her pussy continued to glow. Slowly, she felt the hands move =
away, and heard the rustle of clothing behind her. Her eyes stayed =
shut, she began to rock her hips back and forth gently to the rhythm of =
the pulses in her body, her ankle bells ringing softly. She was close, =
so close.
The hands again returned, this time from behind her back. The =
fingers danced like a light rain atop her breasts, pausing once in a =
while to tug the silky material of her teddy softly back and forth along =
her nipples. . .oh, God, her nipples. . .'Please,' she thought, 'please =
pinch them. . .' The hands obliged. God, had she spoken alou. . =
."Ohh!" Another pinch, harder: "Oh!"
One hand slid down her stomach while the other cupped and squeezed. =
"Caroline, my goodness. You're such a naughty girl." The hand had =
reached the sodden pink crotch of her tights. "Bad," she whispered in =
Caroline's ear, "bad, Harvard girl. Such a mess." =20
"Ohh...yesss. . ."
The hand gently rubber her crotch, so gently. "I think that you =
want to cum, Caroline, that's what I think."
"Y-yess. . ."
The gentleness stopped. The hands gripped the harnesses on her =
belt, and then wrenched her around. Tristen grabbed her at her =
shoulders, and shook her: "Do you want to cum, bitch!?" Caroline's head =
drifted backward from her ordeal, her eyes still closed. But the warmth =
in her pussy had not abated.
"Mistressss. . .yesss..."=20
"Then open your eyes."
Caroline's beautiful brown lashes fluttered open, and she saw that =
Tristen had indeed stripped herself down to nearly nothing. Only her =
sheer black pantyhose remained, at the crotch of which Caroline could =
see a stain which rivaled her own. Her breasts were full and round, C's =
to be sure; her hair was darker than Caroline's, but still brunette, and =
it fell nearly to tops of her bosom, teasing and tantalizing as it swept =
them with her gestures. This, she could barely see, because the room's =
lighting had been diminished.
Retrieving the end of her leash, Tristen stood, moved with Caroline =
to the foot of the dais' stairs, and softly descended until her hosed =
bottom rested atop the third. Caroline was entranced by her legs as she =
spread them slowly, until there was but a foot between her knees, and =
straightened them, pushing one between Caroline's own. She then looked =
pointedly at Caroline, and moved her silky foot up Caroline's calf. =
"You have proven an obedient bitch. Now to your reward." With that, =
she jerked downward on the chain, and Caroline fell into place, her pink =
legs astride Trister's black.
Her eyes gained some clarity then, and she began to understand. =
"Mistress. . .I. . .you want me to. . ." It was obvious what she wanted =
her to do. Moreso when the pulse in her vagina renewed.=20
"Ohnnhh! Yes! Y-yes!" She would, she would, and she moved her wet =
crotch up and down Tristen's thigh, slowly at first, but then, as she =
began to warm to the rhythm, faster. Faster. Hands grabbed her tits, =
squeezed it through the teddy, the ridiculous pink teddy, pinched her =
nipples, she humped and humped, hoping for pleasure, caught in the =
moment. . .
"Yes, bitch. . ugh!. . .yes, that's it, hump my leg like the bitch =
you are. . ." And Tristen began to hump back, pulled Caroline's hands =
onto her shoulders to brace them, started sliding her crotch up and down =
those girlish pink tights. "Oh, God! OH YES!"
"Ungh. . ." No, don't stop, so close, so close, she stopped sliding =
her crotch about Tristen's thigh and just began hoisting herself up and =
down, pounding her crotch against her thigh again and again. . ."Unh. . =
.unhhh. . ." and again. . .until. . .
"UHNHGHHHH!!!!"
She felt unhinged, felt herself spilling, toppled off of Tristen, =
caught herself, and rolled to the carpet below. Blackness began to =
overcome her, she felt so wet, so warm; a moment of unconsciousness. . =
.it would be a boon now. . .
A moment. . .
A moment of quiet as she laid there, soaked with sweat and girl-cum, =
the carpet soft upon her features. =20
Until there came a new tug upon her leash.
Allison Taxton, looking creamy and magificent as usual, smiled and =
jerked insistently. Her turn, after all, had not yet begun.
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fetish)<BR><BR><BR> "She is beautiful, is she =
not?" =20
Allison Taxton crossed her stockinged<BR>legs, and turned to address her =
subordinate. "An absolute spectacle. Look<BR>at her, =
Caroline, look=20
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Caroline rose=20
from tired knees to tired feet, and did not speak her<BR>acquiescence; =
the end=20
of penis shaped gag parted her red lips, had parted<BR>them for the =
better part=20
of an hour, it's shaft and tip forbidding coherent<BR>language. =
What were=20
not forbidden by either gag or mistress were the<BR>animal-like grunts =
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which her lips had been likewise associated this<BR>busy eve. =
Beneath the=20
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pain. =20
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quickly=20
to her mistress now.<BR> Allison watched her girl =
approach,=20
moving only her eyes in anticipation.<BR>She continued to lightly pinch =
and=20
massage her breasts through the rustling<BR>nylon of her evening gown, =
but after=20
speaking to Caroline, the mounting<BR>passion had melted from her =
face. =20
Now she stroked and caressed her own<BR>mounds almost off-handedly; cold =
intensity had supplanted erotic merriment<BR>in those beautiful, =
corn-flower=20
blue orbs, and while she assessed, Caroline<BR>knelt silently before her =
chair.<BR> Then, on the dark, silhouette-streaked =
floor of=20
their office. . .she waited.<BR> A business suit: =
black jacket=20
and skirt, pinstriped, the former hung<BR>loosely over a bosom like a =
pair of=20
grapefruit; between jacket and bosom was<BR>a creamy-colored blouse, =
soft, with=20
discreet, pliant buttons lining the<BR>front. Between the =
pinstriped skirt=20
and it's obvious holding were<BR>pantyhose, a gentle black that cradled =
both=20
legs and womanhood in their<BR>silky confines. Sensible black =
heels and=20
less sensible black choker served<BR>as the only other unextraordinary=20
adornments, though the latter was mostly<BR>concealed during the =
business day by=20
long, dark hair. The hair was up now,<BR>the choker prominent =
against=20
tanned, Hispanic skin. Allison liked the<BR>visibility of her=20
control.<BR> Caroline's breathing was rhythmic and =
heavy, the=20
rubber phallus<BR>depressing her tongue moved in and out slightly with =
each=20
momentary sag and<BR>lift of her shoulders. Beyond that, the =
silence was=20
deafening. Caroline<BR>knew that her mistress was interested in =
extending=20
the moment. Only now and<BR>then would she spare the girl her =
fixed stare:=20
when her fingers gently<BR>coaxed the more extreme pleasures from her =
breasts,=20
her eyes would flutter<BR>open and shut quickly, yet no further sound =
was=20
uttered. Finally, Allison<BR>smiled and sat straight in her office =
chair,=20
returning her elegantly gloved<BR>arms to the rests, and above all =
signaling an=20
end to the ministrations.<BR> She stood quickly then, =
and her=20
navy heels clicked as she circled behind<BR>her girl. With a =
business-like=20
twist of the buckle behind head, the straps<BR>retaining her gag =
suddenly fell=20
to the side, and the penis slid blessedly<BR>from her mouth, hitting the =
floor=20
with a clatter.<BR> Caroline knew better than to move =
until=20
instructed. Within a moment,<BR>she heard stocking feet being slid =
from=20
shoes, and then a clatter as they<BR>were tossed dismissively =
aside. Then,=20
the voice of her mistress: "Pick it<BR>up." Caroline did, holding =
the=20
saliva-soaked gag carefully aloft with<BR>manicured fingers. "Now =
turn and=20
face me."<BR> Still on her stockinged knees, Caroline=20
complied. Her suit skirt rode a<BR>bit in the effort. =
Allison raised=20
an eyebrow. "Sweet Ms. Holcomb," she<BR>said softly, reaching =
forward to=20
brush the kneeling woman's brow, "tell me a<BR>little about the girl you =
were."<BR> Caroline's eyes closed, and she breathed =
in,=20
gathering her strength,<BR>attempting reassuring thoughts. It's =
going to=20
be this again. Please no. . .why<BR>must you make me remember? No. =
. .I'll=20
be strong; there may. . .even be some<BR>pleasure. . .if I am =
good. This=20
last choked her more than the phallus ever had.<BR>What have I =
become?<BR>"I. .=20
." she started tentatively, eyes downcast. "I used to. .=20
."<BR> "No, bitch." Allison caught her in the =
chin with=20
her stockinged toes,<BR>and raised her face until their eyes =
met. =20
"You will tell me as you lick<BR>the penis."<BR> =
Caroline=20
swallowed, could feel her mistress's silken foot move away from<BR>her =
cheek=20
with a graceful ease. So sexy. . .God, no, stop it. =
She=20
began<BR>again, this time lowering her eyes and raising the slimy rubber =
cock at=20
to<BR>her lips. "I. . .I'm from a well-to do family in.California. =
. .and=20
I. . ." she<BR>stuttered as she tongued the phallus's base, "and I. . =
.I've=20
always had<BR>everything -ummm- that I've ever =
wanted."<BR> "A=20
rich girl?" Allison asked, playing an intrigued role. "A=20
rich<BR>bitch?"<BR> "Ungh, um, yes, Mrs.Taxton," she =
closed=20
her eyes and lathered the cock<BR>with her tongue. "I was so, so =
rich. =20
Daddy. . .mmm. . .he would buy his little<BR>girl . ..mmm . ..he would =
get her=20
anything."<BR> "You were Daddy's girl. Daddy's =
good=20
girl." Allison chuckled, and<BR>slowly seated herself, moving to =
grasp the=20
hem of her dark blue gown. "I<BR>like that. But you got bad =
didn't=20
you?"<BR> "Daddy, he didn't want me to go," she =
started,=20
following the prompt, "I<BR>was. . ." her red fingernails played lightly =
over=20
the cock, ". . .I was. . .I<BR>needed.things."<BR> =
"Yes,=20
sweetheart. . .yes. . .we all need things." Allison's gown crawled =
slowly<BR>up=20
her calves, her thighs, revealing more and more stocking as it=20
rose.<BR> Caroline began to lose herself, as had =
happened so=20
many times before "I<BR>started. . .ungh. . .to be bad. I. . =
.wanted=20
things. . ." her lips encircled the phallus's<BR>tip in a kiss, "things. =
..mmm. . .Daddy. . .couldn't give me."<BR> The =
gown was=20
crumpled about Allison's waist now. She too had her =
eyes<BR>closed, her=20
lace stocking tops exposed, her legs lean and outstretched in a<BR>'V', =
toes=20
pointed. "Why Caroline, you were becoming a woman, a =
sexy,<BR>beautiful=20
woman."<BR> "Yes. . .I. . .a woman." She tipped her =
head back=20
in ecstasy, bending the penis<BR>slightly. "I. . .mmm. . .left. . =
.left=20
Daddy."<BR> "Yes, you left for the east. You =
started=20
school, you naughty young lady."<BR>Allison began to stroke her panties, =
continuing in a carefully paced<BR>whisper, "You should be spanked for =
your=20
urges."<BR> "H. . .Harvard," she began to pant, and =
this time,=20
as she continued to<BR>manipulate the fake cock between tongue and left =
hand,=20
her right drifted<BR>slowly to the hemline of her own=20
skirt.<BR> "Such a fine school for young ladies. =
Taught=20
you how to dress, how to. . ."<BR>a small gasp as her finger traced the =
outline=20
of her panties, ". . .to act. You<BR>were to be a lady, my pretty=20
pet."<BR> Caroline's initial rigidity had abandoned =
her: she=20
was half-bent now,<BR>with only one stocking knee still affixed to the =
ground,=20
while the other leg<BR>stuck straight out awkwardly behind her. =
The hem of=20
her pinstriped skirt<BR>now barely concealed the darker panty of her =
hosiery,=20
while the majority of<BR>it was crumpled across the cheeks of her =
ass. Her=20
eyes were closed, and she<BR>bathed the rubber phallus in long runs, =
from bottom=20
to top and then back. A<BR>small whimper escaped her lips as she =
tipped=20
off the penis a third time, for<BR>it was then that her right fingertips =
brushed=20
her nylon-covered pussy.<BR> "But then," Allison =
leaned=20
forward in her chair until her face was<BR>inches away from her =
unknowing=20
slut's, "you came to work for me." And she<BR>snapped her=20
fingers.<BR> A light came on in Caroline's mind, and =
the floor=20
met her body in a<BR>rush. She laid there, crumpled, face in the =
floor=20
with her long dark hair,<BR>still wrapped in its ponytail, cascading=20
alongside. Then, without looking<BR>up, she gasped, in the quiet, =
shy=20
little girl voice that belied everything<BR>she had been."Mistress, may=20
I?"<BR> "Why, my little bitch? Are you in=20
heat?"<BR> The trance of the last episode had=20
dissipated. Caroline lifted her head to<BR>the height of Allison's =
knees. Her face flushed with humiliation. But<BR>under her =
hose, her=20
pussy flushed with need. "Yes, mistress," she panted,<BR>every muscle =
tensed.=20
"Your bitch is in heat."<BR> "Then," Allison, still =
leaning=20
forward, extended a hand, and cupped one<BR>of Caroline's breasts =
through her=20
now disheveled blouse, "by all means."<BR> With a moan =
of=20
lust, Caroline fell backwards onto the soft, thick carpet<BR>and shucked =
her=20
skirt around her waist. Her hands shot to her swelling<BR>crotch, =
and she=20
split the now sopping wet pantyhose that had concealed it.<BR>She =
grabbed the=20
cock from where it had fallen, and, legs aloft and apart,<BR>plunged it =
into=20
herself with desperation of someone who may never cum again.<BR>Her =
grunting was=20
no less erotic for being self-inflicted.<BR> =20
"Uunhhhh!!"<BR> Allison leaned back once more to watch =
the=20
lewd show. The expanse of<BR>muscular thigh that now shot straight =
into=20
the air shook and convulsed with<BR>each of her bitch's=20
thrusts.<BR> "Uhnnh. . .uhnh."<BR> =
"You make=20
noises like an animal, Caroline. I knew you would, the =
first<BR>day you=20
walked into my office."<BR> Caroline didn't=20
-couldn't-hear. She continued her thrusts, meeting<BR>hand-held =
cock with=20
eager pelvis, both working without rhythm, but with<BR>mutual =
desperation. =20
One of her high-heels clattered to the floor, and she<BR>distractedly =
moved her=20
black stocking foot to kick off the other.<BR> "It =
puzzled me:=20
your confidence, your intelligence, tempered with your<BR>utter =
inability to=20
discern my fa=E7ade."<BR> "Oh, ugn, oh God. . =
.please." Caroline=20
seemed ready to peak; her toes were<BR>pointed, her eyes clenched shut, =
her=20
words were whimpered.<BR> "You were a perfect =
applicant. =20
But sadly. . ."<BR> =
"UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"<BR> =20
". . .hardly a challenge."<BR> Caroline's legs fell to =
the=20
floor like trees before an axeman. She laid<BR>there, phallus =
half-hanging=20
from her delicate womanhood, sweat soaking both<BR>hair and face, =
expensive suit=20
and hose overwrought in her desire to cum.<BR> Allison =
stood,=20
and slowly walked a circle around her girl, keeping a<BR>motion not =
unlike a=20
detective does a chalk outline. She smiled. "That is<BR>why =
our new=20
applicant will be so good for the company, pet. You see, =
she,"<BR>she=20
indicated the glowing monitor which had been so utterly ignored for=20
the<BR>extent of their encounter, "she will not be an easy =
candidate. She=20
is<BR>neither dense, nor extravagant: I judged as much during our=20
session."<BR> Darkness began to creep across =
Caroline's=20
senses, a sleep born of her<BR>harshly-bought cum. But she =
strained to=20
hear the last of Allison's words.<BR> "And what is =
best. .=20
.her entire purpose here is one of perception. What =
better<BR>challenge=20
than the game which knows it is in a huntsman's =
range?"<BR> =20
Caroline's shifted her body, and betrayed her inquiry by reopening her=20
eyes<BR>to catch her mistress's.<BR> "You see, =
my sweet,=20
that beautiful creature asked one too many questions.<BR>And what is=20
more. . .when she stood to go, I saw the hint of the wire =
tucked<BR>behind=20
her jacket."<BR> The darkness fled, and was replaced =
for the=20
first time with a new kind of<BR>light.<BR> "She =
starts=20
tomorrow."<BR><BR>END<BR><BR>Part2</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>
<P> The morning crept up on Jennifer Grey, first =
articulating=20
itself only as a sliver of light probing lightly between her curtains. =
As the=20
hour crept closer and closer towards 8 a.m. however, the fabric between =
her=20
sleeping form and the insisting day may as well have been tissue. =
Jennifer=20
turned once, turned twice, and turned again, still not comprehending the =
sun's=20
purpose in intruding on her coveted slumber. Not comprehending, that is, =
until=20
the phone rang. </P>
<P> "Oh! Oh God." This wouldn't do. She snatched the =
receiver=20
from its mount, and in an instant composed herself utterly; when she =
spoke her=20
obligatory greetings, her voice had eschewed all suggestions of slumber. =
Still...</P>
<P> "Ms. Grey. We didn't wake you, did we? I do hope =
not.=20
Occasionally our hours of operation throw even our more seasoned =
employees off=20
the clock, and I haven't even a watch on today." The voice was =
unfamiliar, and a=20
quick glance at the caller ID panel disclosed nothing: 'OUT OF AREA.' =
But=20
Jennifer had seen to it that nobody else knew this number.</P>
<P> "No ma'am. It's a perfectly regular hour. Ah...I =
was just=20
under the impression that I was expected at six-thirty?"</P>
<P> There was a cheerful giggle. Definitely not Ms. =
Taxton.=20
"Mrs. Grey, I'm calling on behalf of the HSA to confirm your appointment =
with us=20
today. Ms. Taxton did mention the schedule; I just wanted to give you =
plenty of=20
time to prepare. The dress code was covered with you yesterday?"</P>
<P> It hadn't been. Jennifer's mind raced, quickly =
attempting=20
to re-establish her character, her mannerisms so as to be consistent =
with her=20
performance at the interview. Acquiescence, not assertion, was the key. =
"No=20
ma'am. I presumed. . .business casual?"</P>
<P> "Slightly more. We here at HSA pursue a lofty =
clientele,=20
Mrs. Grey. If I may suggest...?"</P>
<P> Jennifer smirked to herself. <I>My agency has a =
few codes=20
of it's own, girl. You might as well be filling evidence bags for =
me.</I>=20
"Please. I'm at a loss."</P>
<P> "Our attire is designed to compel, to sell, and to =
intimidate, Ms. Grey. Stick with neutral colors at first. I suggest a =
charcoal=20
suit, skirt of an attractive but daring cut, a blazer that can be =
discarded=20
without ruining the outfit, pantyhose of course (gray would be =
preferable to=20
beige with that color) and sensible, patent leather heels." She closed =
at the=20
end with a tone was better left to the reading of a shopping list. "I =
have much=20
to do now. I must be going. Good day, Ms. Grey."</P>
<P> Jennifer still held the receiver. Her mouth was =
open.=20
<I>I've just been told what shade of hosiery to wear.</I> Still, the =
woman had=20
qualified the comment as a suggestion. If there <I>was </I>anything to =
this HSA=20
assignment, they were no strangers to covering their backs. She hung the =
phone=20
up, and, smirking, picked up the other, a black cell that was no bigger =
than her=20
palm, before dialing. "Hunts, Jennifer M." A pause, and then, =
"6-R-7-Y-B. Good.=20
Thank you. Hello, sir. Yes. Tell me, what sort of cash flow was I =
allotted for=20
this assignment?"</P>
<P align=3Dcenter>********** </P>
<P> The large hand of her watch inched ever nearer the =
twelve,=20
while the short one rested uncomfortably atop the seven. <I>Shit. =
</I>Jennifer's=20
heels clicked quickly as she trotted up the stairs, occasionally =
dropping an=20
anxious hand to tug at her too-short skirt. <I>Shit, I'm late.</I> </P>
<P> The day had been spent enjoyably, after business =
with the=20
Agency was out of the way. She had, she'd discovered, a federally =
sanctioned=20
budget of $10,000 with which to pursue the operation. As she'd never had =
staff,=20
and as most of her missions involved less. . .subtle investigation, the =
sum had=20
been entirely a mystery to her.</P>
<P> No longer. The exceptional suit which she wore so =
closely=20
matched the one described that morning that it might as well have been =
tailored=20
by her caller. The skirt was the best: colored nearly black, it was cut =
just=20
above her gray stockinged knees. It made her feel sexy and confident, =
but as she=20
rushed up the stairs towards HSA's sterile glass-laden entry way,=20
self-consciousness tempered her good feelings. <I>I mustn't forget why =
I'm=20
here.</P>
<P></I> The building was huge, pristine, and would =
have=20
appeared vacant, if Jennifer did not know better. HSA ran around the =
clock, she=20
had been told, stacking shifts differently as the need arose. Hence, it =
was=20
explained, their inclination towards unmarried employees.</P>
<P> The glass doors parted with a whisper, and =
Jennifer slowed=20
to compose herself. With a deep intake of breath, she stepped across the =
threshold, last week's instructions cradled carefully in her memory: =
"<I>Mrs.=20
Hunt, your purpose there will be neither presume guilt nor innocence. =
HSA is=20
either squeaky clean. . .or it's the most meticulously shrouded =
illegality in=20
New York. Either way, we don't expect your stay there to be a short =
one."=20
</I>With another whisper, the doors sealed themselves behind her. </P>
<P> The entry was large and forbidding, consisting =
mostly of=20
marble. Columns paralleled the walls, and, at this late hour, succeeded =
at=20
casting sufficient shadow across the room that Jennifer did not see the =
other=20
woman until she spoke.</P>
<P> "Ms. Grey." It was not a question.</P>
<P> "Um. Yes. It's me." Jennifer approached and held =
out her=20
hand in introduction.</P>
<P> "My name is Caroline Holcomb." She seemed to =
appraise=20
Jennifer, and did not take her hand until her eyes had had their fill. =
When they=20
shook, Jennifer wondered if she'd ever felt anything so soft as the =
other=20
woman's hand. It was as though it had just been doused in powder. "I =
will show=20
you the way to the main office, where we can get started."</P>
<P> She turned on her heel (a very high heel, she =
noted:=20
nearly four inches) and Jennifer followed her to the elevator at the =
hall's end.=20
But when the door opened with a soft ring, she merely stepped to the =
side, and=20
gestured.</P>
<P> "Aren't you coming?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.</P>
<P> There was a pause, and again Caroline roamed the =
new=20
arrival with her eyes. "I like your suit, Ms. Grey. And no, I cannot =
accompany=20
you. I've been assigned to other duties."</P>
<P> "Then someone will meet me up top?" Jennifer was =
feeling a=20
little odd, suddenly, and didn't want to go upstairs alone.</P>
<P> A strange light ran across Caroline's features. . =
.of=20
interest. . .or. . .anticipation? "No." She smiled. "Things run pretty =
smoothly=20
here, Ms. Grey. You'll find that your office has been duly =
prepared."</P>
<P> Jennifer nodded, and with a slight shake of her =
head to=20
clear her nerves, stepped aboard.</P>
<P> Caroline watched the doors close, and then =
carefully=20
withdrew a cleansing rag from her own blazer before proceeding to scrub =
her=20
hands. Where she wiped, there came away a beige powder. <I>I've gotten =
you for=20
her, pretty girl, </I>she thought as she examined the rag's new tint =
against the=20
light. <I>I had no choice, but I've gotten you.</I> She dropped the rag =
in the=20
waste basket as she walked away. <EM>Out damned spot.</EM></P>
<P>Part 3</P>
<P align=3Dcenter>Perfect Applicant part 3 (Ff, mc, hosiery) </P>
<P align=3Dleft> When the elevator began its ascent =
from the=20
first floor, Jennifer Grey was feeling a little unsteady on her feet. By =
the=20
time its seemingly rapid climb had put ten floors behind her, she had =
sunk to=20
her stockinged knees, black spots speckling her vision. And when the =
doors=20
opened at the 42<SUP>nd</SUP> floor, her prescribed destination, she was =
no=20
longer possessed of the consciousness to appreciate the end of her ride. =
</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Allison Taxton peered appreciatively =
at the=20
crumpled young woman from her newly-taken position between the doors. =
She pursed=20
her wet, red lips in a soft whistle. <I>Lucky for you that I am not one =
who=20
favors the feast to the hunt. </I>Soon there would be time to gorge =
herself on=20
the full-breasted, tightly-muscled girl before her. But for now. . .the=20
preparations.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> She stepped quickly, purposefully =
from the=20
elevator, into the cubicle-laden office space behind her. Gesturing to =
two young=20
ladies, short-skirted blondes, gartered stockings evident, she chose her =
words=20
carefully: "Girls, you must show Ms. Grey to my office via the scenic =
route.=20
Consider during the trip that she has not yet seen the breadth of this =
place."=20
One of them smiling, the other looking lustful, they nonetheless nodded =
their=20
compliance, and, with practiced ease, hefted Jennifer by hands and =
ankles and=20
maneuvered her deftly towards the other end of the level.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Allison waited until they had rounded =
a=20
darkened corner, counted to ten, and then pursued, her four-inch heels =
clicking=20
a steady pace across the floor. In her mind ticked an insistent clock. =
They had=20
six minutes: six were all that the mind could conceivably discount, in=20
disorienting circumstances, all that would not be missed when =
consciousness was=20
renewed. They would be done in four.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> When she opened the doors to her =
office, the=20
blondes were moving with surgical precision. Jennifer’s blazer had =
been doffed,=20
was hanging neatly from a nearby peg, and her creamy blouse was coming =
along=20
just as quickly. Allison smiled as Jennifer’s breasts, =
pear-shaped, large, and=20
firm, swung heavily from the confines of her just-removed bra. When Ms. =
Grey’s=20
entire torso was stripped, one of the two girls looked at Allison and =
smiled.=20
"Not bugged today, Mistress."</P>
<P align=3Dleft> "Excellent." This just kept getting =
better.=20
"Quickly now, strip her fully and proceed."</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Giggling, one girl moved slightly =
aside, and,=20
withdrawing a transparent packet and metallic instruments from her =
purse, began=20
to fiddle with the various lacy articles that were being handed her as=20
Jennifer’s violation progressed. Allison, hands folded behind her =
back, began to=20
circle the scene, taking it all in. At this point, Ms. Grey’s =
thinly cut skirt=20
was being worked down her long, grey-hosed legs, and Allison relished =
the lack=20
of panties under the hose. Allison knew that said something about a =
woman. "You,=20
my pretty pet, will be such a willful slut when I am done with you." The =
stripee=20
said nothing, of course, and the stripper, eager to please, quickly =
began to=20
roll the hosiery from her legs.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Allison stopped, fixing her with a =
frigid=20
glance: "Be careful not to run them, bitch. Ms. Grey must never be =
compelled to=20
consider the circumstances of these senseless moments. She will wake, =
and all=20
will be well with her world." Allison renewed her pace, noting the =
dampening=20
condition of her own hose, white today, with a sheer, high-cut panty. =
"She will=20
not know, for instance, that three of her own co-workers here at HSA," =
Allison=20
ran her hands across the kneeling girls’ hair as she passed, =
"have seen=20
her tits and pussy. She will not know that one of those three," she =
hovered a=20
bit about the girl with the instruments, slipping a stocking foot in and =
out of=20
her black shoe, "has meticulously placed tiny, remote, sensory inducers, =
within=20
specific articles of her clothing. She will not know that, despite their =
size,=20
each is capable of soliciting a bodily reaction equal to a vibrator in =
the=20
cunt." A cruel chuckle. "She will not know that these little wonders =
are, in=20
fact, nearly transparent, especially against darker clothing. . ." She =
placed=20
index and middle fingers together, and began to lightly massage circles =
across=20
her own crotch, over her skirt and hose. "Which, she will know, is what =
we=20
require in our dress code."</P>
<P align=3Dleft> She practically purred then, and =
continued to=20
stroke, ceasing her pace about the room. Allison knew that she was =
distracting herself, that she should be focusing, but every time her =
eyes=20
wandered across the nude woman below, she became more and more aware of =
the ache=20
between her legs, the pulsing, moistening need. </P>
<P align=3Dleft> Her servants though, worked on =
regardless. 3=20
minutes had passed, and more than anything in the world, they feared =
their=20
mistress’ wrath should 3 more transpire before the job’s =
consummation. The tiny=20
plastic slivers were placed quickly but accurately, wherever in =
Jennifer’s=20
clothing an erogenous zone might find itself. Three were in each cup of =
the=20
black, lacy bra: one on each underside, where the breasts’ weight =
would be=20
borne, one along the top of the cup, where a lover’s gentle kiss =
might be=20
planted, and the last along the centers, where Jennifer’s soft =
brown nipples=20
would likely rest. Additionally, several were placed with rapid =
precision in=20
Jennifer’s silken gray hosiery: one in each reinforced toe and in =
each sole, one=20
along the back of where each calf would be delicately encased, and two =
in the=20
darker gray panty itself, one in front panel, along the seam, and one =
opposite=20
it, in the back. "We’re ready, Mistress," said the girl making the =
placements.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> "Hold for just a moment." Allison was =
a=20
creature of control, but even she could be beguiled under the right =
conditions.=20
Still applying pressure to her womanhood, she knelt over her naked, =
dozing prey,=20
and with all the restraint she could summon, limited herself to a brief =
kiss on=20
each of Jennifer’s erect nipples.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> The moan took them all aback. Allison =
shot up,=20
her eyes wide. The powder. . .the powder was supposed to keep the victim =
utterly=20
unconscious of <I>all</I> stimuli. <I>All </I>stimuli for the allotted =
time. It=20
had <I>never</I> failed. Unless. . .it had not <I>all </I>been =
transferred.=20
<I>Caroline Holcomb.</I> Allison smiled appreciatively. <I>Did YOU =
disobey=20
me?</I> The prospect of it delighted her; she’d imagined that =
Caroline had lost=20
all use as an entertainment piece months ago. </P>
<P align=3Dleft><I> Two minutes left now, if we are =
lucky.=20
</I>She snapped her fingers quickly, and the girls rushed to dress the=20
unconscious Jennifer, pulling on pantyhose, shoes, bra, etc. Everything =
must be=20
perfect, every fold and tuck needed to match the condition of the =
apparel before=20
it was removed. The girls knew this, and satisfied the requirement as =
quickly as=20
possible. Still, the seconds ticked on.</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Finally it was done. Again hoisting =
Jennifer by=20
ankles and wrists, they rushed her to the elevator doors, which had been =
held=20
ajar. Jennifer gave little whimpers and stirrings during this time, but =
remained=20
blessedly asleep. Allison followed, her nerve unchallenged. </P>
<P align=3Dleft> Jennifer was propped up in a lean =
against the=20
elevator rail, and one of her shoes, which had fallen off during the =
transit,=20
was replaced upon her stocking foot by Allison, as the two little whores =
who had=20
aided scampered away to less public corners. Allison then made one final =
evaluation of her victim, and, noting that everything was in place, =
stepped back=20
behind the closing doors.</P>
<P align=3Dcenter>*****</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Jennifer shook her head from side to =
side.=20
Elevator rides up that many floors always made her disoriented. =
Nervously, she=20
checked her watch. <I>God, I didn’t think I was THAT<B> =
</B>late.</I> As=20
the elevator bounced to a stop, a small chime rang, and the doors slid =
open to=20
reveal Ms. Allison Taxton, dressed immaculately, and tapping a foot with =
impatience. </P>
<P align=3Dleft> "Ms. Taxton, I’m sorry. I just =
got caught up in=20
things and lost track of time."</P>
<P align=3Dleft> Ms. Taxton seemed to consider her =
excuse, a=20
pretty weak on admittedly. Then she smiled pleasantly and approached the =
new=20
hire with an extended hand. "Things happen, Ms. Grey. Welcome to =
HSA."</P>
<P>Part 4 (Ff, hosiery, mc)</P>
<P> Caroline Holcomb’s situation was unenviable, =
to say the=20
least. </P>
<P> She stood silently in the hidden sanctum of the =
HSA, hands=20
at her sides, feet slightly apart, blinking rapidly, and sweating =
profusely. The=20
blinking could be attributed to the brilliantly white light that was=20
highlighting her form, setting it off against the haze of the office. =
The=20
sweating, however, was due to something else entirely.</P>
<P> From her position atop the dais, Allison Taxton=20
scrutinized her pretty pet. Caroline wore one of her trademark =
skirt-suits, a=20
navy ensemble that fit her beautifully, and cut well against her =
roundish=20
breasts. Where it ended, about two inches above the knee, shimmered a =
pair of=20
almost glittery beige stockings, semi-sheer and elegantly caressing the =
muscles=20
of her legs. The outfit was completed at top and bottom by a black =
choker=20
(partly covered by her long, black hair) and a pair of three inch pumps, =
respectively. Allison knew her bitch to look delicious on any occasion, =
but it=20
was moments like these, when she stood nervously at attention, that she =
was most=20
vulnerable, and thus, most appealing. </P>
<P> The silence was worsening (it was a favorite =
tactic) and=20
Caroline could feel her peril, almost as though it was a tangible thing. =
Beyond=20
the light’s touch moved the servants: all female, Caroline knew, =
as was their=20
mistress’ wont. Once in a while, their heels would click across =
the cold=20
concrete floor, and the echo, sometime near in origin, sometimes far, =
rattled=20
her nerves. Finally, she could take it no longer.</P>
<P> "Mistress," Caroline began hesitantly, her soft =
Hispanic=20
lips barely parting for the word, "do you have need of me?"</P>
<P> Allison bolted from her seat, and took the stairs =
between=20
them two at a time. Caroline stepped back in fright from the assault, =
but her=20
cheek was grabbed, pinched, and held. The pain was fierce, the nails =
sharp, and=20
she heard herself cry out girlishly. Shame overcame her. The woman she =
had been=20
was gone. But she had little time to contemplate that, as Allison pulled =
their=20
faces very close together, and then said something, not to Caroline, but =
to the=20
room: "This cow has spoken too much already. Bind her." With that, she =
gave=20
Caroline a hardy shove, sending her teetering on her high heels before=20
collapsing to the floor in a heap. She lay there for a moment, dignity=20
abandoned, skirt climbing to her panties and stocking legs awkwardly =
spread.=20
</P>
<P> But the moment was all she had. Responding to =
their=20
mistress, four servant girls converged on her from the shadows, and, =
each=20
grabbing a limb, hefted her aloft. Caroline had learned long ago that =
struggling=20
was useless, but she couldn’t help herself. She tried to hit and =
wiggle and kick=20
her way free, a sight that Allison took in with delight, but the =
girls’ hold was=20
firm. Quickly, they carted her to a darkened room behind the dais, where =
she=20
knew she would be first drugged and then "prepared" to her =
mistress’ tastes.=20
Silently, she ceased her wriggling, bit her lower lip, and prayed that =
Jennifer=20
Grey was worth what was coming next.</P>
<P align=3Dcenter>*******</P>
<P> Agent Grey stifled a yawn behind her perfectly =
manicured=20
fingers. All around her sounded the typical beeps, keystrokes, and rings =
of an=20
office on the go, but the noise was doing little to rouse her. </P>
<P> After a year with the Agency, a year filled with=20
kicked-down doors, drug dealers, and the mafia, this undercover bit =
seemed kind=20
of tame. Especially if the days ahead held up to this one, then she =
would be=20
sure that nothing was going on. She sighed, and sipped from her coffee =
mug.=20
Perhaps she was just too impatient. After all, this was, what?, her =
second time=20
in the building? Nevertheless, she’d expected more action than =
arguments at the=20
water cooler could satisfy. </P>
<P> A lovely red-haired head popped over the wall of =
her=20
cubicle. "Hey, Jen. I heard you yawn from over here. I told you this =
place was=20
dull."</P>
<P> Jennifer smiled. Tristen had been so friendly that =
night,=20
taking Jennifer by the hand, showing her the in’s and out’s =
of the office, the=20
computer network, basically everything Ms. Taxton hadn’t covered =
before rushing=20
off to take care of some business. "No," she replied politely, "of =
course it’s=20
not dull. I just have to adjust to these hours." She held her cup aloft. =
"This=20
helps."</P>
<P> "It’ll be your best friend. Speaking of =
which, I have to=20
go place a requisition for various supplies. Anything you need, speak up =
now.=20
It’ll be a while before I’m back." </P>
<P> Jennifer shook her head ‘no’ and =
thanked her, returning=20
her focus to the task at hand as the girl walked off. Such nice people, =
Jennifer=20
thought to herself. If there is anything going on here, there’s no =
way that it=20
has suffused the whole staff.</P>
<P> Stretching her long legs underneath her desk, she =
slid her=20
stocking feet from her shoes. It felt so good to wiggle her toes for a =
bit, and=20
hopefully no one would notice her lack of professionalism. Pantyhose =
certainly=20
made her legs feel indulged, but there was something to be said for =
lower heels,=20
particularly until she got accustomed to the office grind. She =
distractedly=20
crossed her legs, bringing one foot up on her knee so she could rub the =
tension=20
out of it. </P>
<P> God, that feels good, she thought, as she ran her =
fingers=20
over and over the soft, gray nylon. Soon the other foot was asking for=20
attention, and so she switched. It DID feel good. Better than her foot =
massages=20
usually felt. Maybe her clumsy boyfriends-of-the-week just hadn’t =
been doing it=20
right. Slowly and then quickly she glided her hands over her sheer =
hosiery, even=20
taking a moment to rub her well-muscled calves. She closed her eyes. It =
was so=20
quiet in the office all of a sudden. Perhaps there was a break. That =
would be=20
nice. She kept working her hands, assured now that she could relax =
briefly. God,=20
had her hosiery been this silky before? It was so soft under her =
fingers, so=20
tight around her calves, her toes, her pussy. . .it caressed her =
womanhood, her=20
sweet pussy, oh her pussy. . . "Ohhnhh. . ."</P>
<P> Jennifer’s eyes shot open, and she =
self-consciously ran=20
them around her immediate space. Had she said that out loud? Her face =
flushed a=20
horrific red. All of the noises so prevalent in the office had resumed =
their=20
typical volume. Had she just imagined that? God, please let it be so! It =
would=20
be so humiliating! No, calm down, no one heard. Hurriedly, she slipped =
her=20
stocking feet back into her shoes, and replaced her fingers at the =
keyboard.=20
Slowly her heartbeat became more regular. Good, she thought. Relax. But =
as=20
Jennifer Grey recrossed her stocking legs at the knee, her calmness was =
again=20
overcome with mortification. Between her thighs, her hosed crotch was =
warm and=20
soft as always . . . but it was also wet. And that it hadn’t been =
in a long,=20
long time. </P></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV>Part 5</DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV> Caroline could remember -barely- that she was =
still=20
kicking and fighting the lingerie-clad girls as they brought her into =
the=20
preparation chamber. She could remember also that she was not =
their=20
match, and how easily they deposited her, like a sack of grain, =
face-down over=20
the table. She vividly recalled the more extreme sensations of the =
ordeal,=20
wrists pinned by two of the more toned girls as her skirt =
was unzipped by=20
another and dropped around her ankles. The cold concrete beneath =
her=20
stocking feet as her shoes were removed. And after her lace =
panties were=20
moved adequately to one side. . .the syringe in her bottom was =
particularly=20
memorable. </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> The rest, naturally, =
was a haze,=20
though she could surmise much from her present situation. The =
girls had=20
stripped her of suit and stockings, obviously, and replaced it with =
this. .=20
.costume that she wore now. Then they had toyed with her some =
-a bit=20
of play that she most certainly hadn't objected to, given the nature of =
the=20
HSA's narcotics. And then, likely that when they =
were required to=20
present her to Mistress Allison Taxton, they did so with =
slavish=20
devotion and girlish giggles. Afterwards, =
her drug-wrought=20
malleability fading, the girls bound her into her current =
position,=20
and scampered pixie-like back into the shadows to watch.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> And what a show =
it would=20
be. Caroline could tell just from the setup.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Atop the dais, =
observing=20
her plaything, sat Mistress Allison. Her legs, as always, =
shone=20
prettily in their silken stockings -white this time. She had =
stripped=20
off her business suit of earlier in the eve, and was wearing=20
only a beige, satin camisole. Her blond hair fell =
down her=20
shoulders, and with every cock of her head seemed to glide about them as =
though=20
dancing. Caroline could only survey her mistress for a moment =
at a time, and had learned the inherent defeat of looking her in =
the eyes;=20
but God, she was so beautiful. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> In sharp contrast to =
Allison's=20
majesty was Caroline's own position. The chamber was oriented =
like=20
some sort of modern throneroom, replete with cold stone columns lining =
the path=20
to the dais. The first time Caroline stirred, she realized that =
her=20
movements were restricted. It took only a moment after that to =
discover=20
why: a tiny but invariably sturdy chain ran from one of those columns, =
the one=20
nearest her Mistress' platform, to the choker that always adorned her =
lovely=20
neck. With her mistress watching, Caroline would not try her =
slack,=20
but past experience suggested that she had exactly enough to reach =
the top=20
of the dais, and her mistress' touch. 'Oh lord,' she thought =
pleadingly,=20
'please don't let it be bad.'</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> As she grew more =
nervous, she=20
began to stir, and the rustle of her costume brought it's details to her =
attention. It was quite unlike anything that she'd ever been =
forced to=20
wear, outraegous and gaudy beyond all of her former =
standards. The=20
first thing to strike her was the glaring pinkness of it all: =
not a=20
hot pink, but a soft, girlish pink, the sort that might speckle a =
nursery=20
room. She wore pink tights, though they were more =
sheer=20
than most tights, almost like the variety worn=20
by ballerinas. There were no shoes, but around her =
ankles were=20
tiny pink bands, upon which were tied little bells that rang softly =
when=20
she moved. Her waist, she found, was similarly ringed, but instead =
of=20
bells there were harnesses on the belt, shiny clasps that stood out as =
the only=20
non-rosy shade of her garment. It seemed to restrictive and=20
harsh, especially relative to the soft, sheer teddy that cradled =
her=20
beautiful breasts, midriff, and shoulders. The teddy seemed almost =
like a=20
body-stocking in it's texture and hugging confines, and about =
it were=20
sprinkled sequins: a few here and there to give the bodice an =
even=20
more eye-catching quality, if that was possible. Lastly, her long, =
dark=20
hair, normally flowing over her shoulders, was bound in a thick braid, =
tied up=20
at the end (or course) with pink ribbon.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> 'What is she=20
doing?' Caroline thought. 'This can't be my punishment. . .It's =
too. .=20
.soft, too feminine. Where are the whips, the paddles, the =
dildos?' =20
Caroline grimaced as she envisioned the instruments. But a tiny =
voice in=20
the back of her head whispered, 'But the paddles taught you disciplince, =
girl. And the dildos made you scream, made you look at her=20
and whimper for more.' </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> It was at this =
moment that the=20
mistress stood, and descended the stairs, high heels clicking =
menacingly, and=20
she whipped her hand behind her and then before her in an arc. =
When=20
Caroline beheld it, she saw the device.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "Get on all fours, =
my=20
bitch." And she pressed a button.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> A surge of pleasure =
assailed her=20
pussy. A virtual wave, that eclipsed her crotch and ripped all =
coherence=20
from her mind. Never had she felt such pleasure there. It =
rolled=20
over her in a surge, and then ebbed, the aftershocks hitting her cunt =
like a car=20
hits speedbumps. Caroline fell down flat where she stood, =
struggled to=20
obey her mistress, to pull herself onto hands and knees, but the cum was =
too=20
powerful. It put her back down onto the floor like no blow could=20
have. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Ms. Allison =
continued to=20
advance, placing one beautiful foot daintily in front of the other in =
her=20
approach. "Bitch? Did I not call you to heel?" Another =
push of=20
the button.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Yeeeeeeeeeeuuughhhhhhhhhh. . .=20
unh. . .unh. . .mis. . .mistress. . .oh. . ." She tried again, pushed =
her pink=20
stockinged knees underneath her. . .but again the button was =
pushed. It=20
almost hurt this time, so tender was she under her tights. =20
"UNNGHHH!!" And again she sank, groaning, panting prettily, =
perfect=20
shoulders rising and falling. All the while the bells and harness =
adorning=20
her uniform tingled quietly. "Mist. . .mistress, please. . =
." A=20
moment, a moment to obey was all she needed. Just had to catch her =
breath.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> But now Allison =
stood over her,=20
the opulent lighting casting an oppressive shadow. "Bitches do not =
speak. They howl." She held her finger menacingly over the =
button,=20
and Caroline hefted her weary head in time only to see her smile. =
The next=20
orgasm brought blackness.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV align=3Dcenter><FONT face=3DArial =
size=3D2>*************</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dcenter><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> When =
she awoke,=20
perhaps moments later, perhaps hours, her position had not =
changed. She=20
was still costumed, still chained. And Allison still stood near, =
still in=20
stockings and camisole, though this time with another woman, fully =
attired, a=20
young-ish brunette with more rounded breasts and hips. =
They were=20
not looking at her; instead they had their heads together, speaking =
quickly and=20
frankly.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "So," =
Allison said,=20
with an air of finality, "she suspects nothing?" </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Nothing, Ms.=20
Taxton. In fact, she's more conscious of herself than of the =
happenings=20
here. When you first wet her, she ran to the restroom so quickly I =
feared=20
she might trip." There was a pause. "Mistress, I wonder at =
that=20
hidden potential you perceived. Was the really the most perfect=20
applicant?" </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> There =
was warning in=20
Allison's tone. "Do not presume too far. We mustn't=20
underestimate the Agency's presence here.</FONT><FONT face=3DArial=20
size=3D2> It's the nature of the game, Tristen, that you must keep =
up=20
appearances." Caroline's heart seized. She knew that =
name. Her=20
body shifted a bit involuntarily, and the bells at her ankles betrayed =
her=20
movement.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Allison =
and Tristen=20
both turned to regard her with raised eyebrows, but the latter spoke =
first: "And=20
as for her, Mistress?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Allison =
stepped=20
forward, withdrew a stocking foot from her shoe, and dragged her toes =
sensuosly=20
along the outside of Caroline's thigh, the nylons rasping together=20
appealingly. "Her access to Jennifer will be limited, starting=20
tomorrow. But that is tomorrow. For tonight. . .she is yours =
to play=20
with. Just remember the rules."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Tristen =
clapped her=20
hands and laughed heartlily, quickly beginning to disrobe. =
Caroline=20
cringed. Tristen had been with the HSA longer than most of the =
others, she=20
had heard, and totally gave herself to Allison years ago. Since, =
she had=20
be become as cruel and demanding, if not as surgical, as her mistress, =
adopting=20
both Ms. Taxton's penchant for humiliation and fetish for hosiery. =
Caroline had never seen her up close, but the serving girls gave her as =
wide a=20
berth as they did Allison. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Caroline, tonight=20
you are to be a bitch in deed as well as name," Allison said, =
moving back=20
to the dais. "Get up on all fours, and let Tristen examine=20
you." </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline obeyed=20
quickly, expecting another burst to her pussy. She was surprised =
and=20
mortified at her disapointment when there was none.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Tristen =
approached,=20
and Caroline arched her back carefully, tension running through her =
body. =20
"Oh," Tristen said, "oh, mistress, this is a fine bitch." She ran =
her=20
finger tips through Caroline's dark hair, tracing the braid to where it =
fell=20
along her back. "Well bred." She knelt and looked beneath =
Caroline=20
as a farmer might a cow, and grabbed one of her pink-wrapped =
nipples. =20
Caroline made a small, girlish noise, despite herself. Tristen =
smiled at=20
Allison from over her back. "And in heat." She continued to =
touch=20
Caroline provocatively, cupping her at the base of her =
breasts, and=20
then moving her hands downward to pinch her nipples. She repeated =
this=20
over and over, petting Caroline's tits, pinching harder and harder each=20
time. The texture of the teddy was no protection, and it's =
stocking-like=20
feel probably only encouraged her torment. Tristen persisted until =
Caroline squealed cutely every time, then she stood, and renewed her =
surface=20
examination. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Her =
hands stopped=20
when they reached Caroline's bottom, heart-shaped and plump, and pressed =
into=20
the air by her position. "Now this," she said with admiration and =
glee,=20
"is the crowning touch." With that, Caroline felt something =
tugging at=20
the back of her tights, pulling the already-stretched material to =
it's=20
limit. It was weird how she pulled, Caroline thought, as though a =
handle=20
had been affixed to the seat of her hose. Despite herself, she =
turned to=20
view her tormentor. She wished she hadn't. Her face went =
crimson=20
with humiliation. In Tristen's hands and stitched onto Caroline's =
panty=20
was a fluffy pink tail, the sort that adorned Playboy bunny costumes, =
only=20
bigger. "It's like she's a puppy!" Tristen let the =
waistband of=20
her tights snap back, and Caroline grunted at the sting. =
"Well,=20
Caroline," she said as she completed her circuit, "would you like to go =
for a=20
walk?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline shook her=20
head with embarassment, not meeting her eyes. "Please, =
mistress...I=20
just-" Then she felt a jolt in her vagina, not the =
pleasurable sort,=20
but a sharp, quick burst that widened her brown eyes and made her look =
to the=20
dais.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Allison =
held the=20
control menacingly. "My bitch, you do not learn well. You may not =
speak,=20
or I will become angry." She crossed her stocking legs slowly at =
the=20
knee. "You will go on a walk. Show Tristen that you want =
to." =20
She turned to the darker recesses of the throne room, and snapped her =
fingers=20
twice: "And you, servant girls. Lay down some carpet. I do =
not want=20
her running her tights on these cold, hard floors." There was =
the=20
clicking of high heels as they rushed off and returned with a massive, =
rolled up=20
rug, which they unfurled along the length of the room.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Then =
there was a tug=20
at her collar. Tristen had unhooked the chain from it's clasp, and =
held it=20
before her like a leash. She looked menacing in her pitch black=20
skirt-suit, high, strappy heels and equally dark stockings. But =
she=20
sounded bright and chipper as she gave the leash another tug. =
"Come=20
puppy." Then she began to walk.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline knew=20
innately that she couldn't stand and follow, and the slack was already =
beginning=20
to run out. It was either follow or choke, she knew. =
Flushing to the=20
hairline, she moved as quickly as she could on her hands and knees, =
pursuing=20
Tristen's quick, dignified pace with one of mortification. =
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> The =
reward was a=20
different sensation in her pussy. A warm, glowing =
sensation.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline continued to=20
follow. By the second circuit, she was growing tired and her knees =
were=20
becoming sore. She began to slow, falling farther and farther =
behind=20
Tristen. The jolt in her pussy this time was not pleasant. =
It=20
spurred her on.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> She =
knew what was=20
being done to her. She'd studied Pavlovian responses at =
Harvard. She=20
knew about HSA's technical marvels, tiny slivers that could manipulate a =
body's=20
pleasure zones, and knew that she wore them in her tights and teddy =
now. =20
Still, the knowing made little difference; she could not resist the=20
sensations. As she matched Tristen's pace, her cunt grew warm =
again, as=20
did her breasts and calves. Soon the ache was sponged away =
completely, and=20
Caroline began to breath heavily without influence of the walk at =
all. =20
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> When =
they stopped=20
before the dais, Tristen walked in front of her, and slipped off her=20
shoes. Caroline's head came only to her knees, but she could see =
the=20
length of her legs was luscious. There was =
an electronic wave=20
that rolled alongside her breasts, then, and Caroline's nipples stood =
out tautly=20
against her teddy. Still on hands and knees, she began to make =
soft little=20
noises of pleasure. 'Please,' Caroline thought, even through her =
whimpers,=20
'please leave me some dignity. Please, I was a=20
strong =
woman.=20
. .' She closed her eyes. 'A beautiful woman.' The humming in her =
breasts=20
was joined by a renewed warmth in her pussy. God, she couldn't let =
herself=20
enjoy this! Where was the agent? The one she'd tried to =
help? =20
But these thoughts faded into the background as she felt hands in her =
hair,=20
loosening the ribbon, then untwining the tightly-knit =
braid.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "Shhh. =
. .you're a=20
good girl, Caroline." The voice sang, perfectly harmonized with =
the=20
humming of her body. Slowly, the hands moved through her hair, =
smoothing,=20
petting. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline couldn't=20
help herself. She arched her neck to receive the attention. =
"Mmmmm.=20
. .please, mistress, please. . .don't stop. . ."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Shhh." The=20
hands moved down back now, stopped her waist. There was a jinkle =
as they=20
grasped her harness. Slowly, willingly, Caroline allowed her body =
to be=20
manipulated by Tristen, until she was upright, sitting lady-like on a =
hip with=20
her legs crossed at the ankle beside her. Her pussy continued to=20
glow. Slowly, she felt the hands move away, and heard the rustle =
of=20
clothing behind her. Her eyes stayed shut, she began to rock her =
hips back=20
and forth gently to the rhythm of the pulses in her body, her ankle =
bells=20
ringing softly. She was close, so close.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> The =
hands again=20
returned, this time from behind her back. The fingers danced =
like a=20
light rain atop her breasts, pausing once in a while to tug the silky =
material=20
of her teddy softly back and forth along her nipples. . .oh, God, her =
nipples. .=20
.'Please,' she thought, 'please pinch them. . .' The hands =
obliged. =20
God, had she spoken alou. . ."Ohh!" Another pinch, harder:=20
"Oh!"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> One =
hand slid down=20
her stomach while the other cupped and squeezed. "Caroline, my=20
goodness. You're such a naughty girl." The hand had reached =
the=20
sodden pink crotch of her tights. "Bad," she whispered in =
Caroline's ear,=20
"bad, Harvard girl. Such a mess." </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Ohh...yesss. .=20
."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> The =
hand gently=20
rubber her crotch, so gently. "I think that you want to cum, =
Caroline,=20
that's what I think."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Y-yess. .=20
."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> The =
gentleness=20
stopped. The hands gripped the harnesses on her belt, and then =
wrenched=20
her around. Tristen grabbed her at her shoulders, and shook her: =
"Do you=20
want to cum, bitch!?" Caroline's head drifted backward from her =
ordeal,=20
her eyes still closed. But the warmth in her pussy had not=20
abated.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Mistressss. .=20
.yesss..." </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "Then =
open your=20
eyes."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Caroline's beautiful=20
brown lashes fluttered open, and she saw that Tristen had indeed =
stripped=20
herself down to nearly nothing. Only her sheer black pantyhose =
remained,=20
at the crotch of which Caroline could see a stain which rivaled her =
own. =20
Her breasts were full and round, C's to be sure; her hair was darker =
than=20
Caroline's, but still brunette, and it fell nearly to tops of her bosom, =
teasing=20
and tantalizing as it swept them with her gestures. This, she =
could=20
barely see, because the room's lighting had been =
diminished.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
Retrieving the end of=20
her leash, Tristen stood, moved with Caroline to the foot of the dais' =
stairs,=20
and softly descended until her hosed bottom rested atop the third. =
Caroline was entranced by her legs as she spread them slowly, until =
there was=20
but a foot between her knees, and straightened them, pushing one between =
Caroline's own. She then looked pointedly at Caroline, and moved =
her=20
silky foot up Caroline's calf. "You have proven an obedient=20
bitch. Now to your reward." With that, she jerked downward =
on the=20
chain, and Caroline fell into place, her pink legs astride Trister's=20
black.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Her =
eyes gained some=20
clarity then, and she began to understand. "Mistress. . .I. . .you =
want me=20
to. . ." It was obvious what she wanted her to do. Moreso =
when the=20
pulse in her vagina renewed. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =
"Ohnnhh! =20
Yes! Y-yes!" She would, she would, and she moved her wet =
crotch up=20
and down Tristen's thigh, slowly at first, but then, as she began to =
warm to the=20
rhythm, faster. Faster. Hands grabbed her tits, squeezed it =
through=20
the teddy, the ridiculous pink teddy, pinched her nipples, she humped =
and=20
humped, hoping for pleasure, caught in the moment. . .</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "Yes, =
bitch. . ugh!.=20
. .yes, that's it, hump my leg like the bitch you are. . ." And =
Tristen=20
began to hump back, pulled Caroline's hands onto her shoulders to brace =
them,=20
started sliding her crotch up and down those girlish pink tights. =
"Oh,=20
God! OH YES!"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> "Ungh. =
. ." No, don't=20
stop, so close, so close, she stopped sliding her crotch about Tristen's =
thigh=20
and just began hoisting herself up and down, pounding her crotch against =
her=20
thigh again and again. . ."Unh. . .unhhh. . ." and again. . =
.until. .=20
.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> =20
"UHNHGHHHH!!!!"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> She =
felt unhinged,=20
felt herself spilling, toppled off of Tristen, caught herself, and =
rolled to the=20
carpet below. Blackness began to overcome her, she felt so wet, so =
warm; a=20
moment of unconsciousness. . .it would be a boon now. . .</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> A =
moment. .=20
.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> A =
moment of quiet as=20
she laid there, soaked with sweat and girl-cum, the=20
carpet soft upon her features. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Until =
there=20
came a new tug upon her leash.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2> Allison =
Taxton,=20
looking creamy and magificent as usual, smiled and jerked=20
insistently. Her turn, after all, had not yet =
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