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Merge

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" at a.s.s.m.,
April 15-30. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
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and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre

Merge

by deirdre, 9/6/95

"You know what?" Caroline was talking softly and I knew she was saying
something confidential.

"What."

"Henderson told me: *no one* is being laid off."

"No one?" I responded, surprised. I did manage to whisper it.

"No one," she repeated. I think she looked relieved. *I* certainly was:
we were all on pins and needles about the merger.

Yes, we'd been bought out. I guess it was too good to be true, with
Caroline, who I got along very well with, as president: in fact, my own
position as vice president was certainly nothing to sneeze at, but what
I enjoyed most about it was having Caroline's trust. We *knew* each
other and we each knew the other could get the job done.

And it was all ending, one way or aother. Henderson's company bought us
out and everyone in our company knew what that could mean. I'd supposed
Caroline would have a relatively easy time of it, having been the most
visible person in the company: I'd been a bit more nervous about my
finding anything comparable to my present position. Besides, Caroline
still has her youth, being in her thirties, and she has looks I never
had: people might kid themselves that that doesn't count for much, but,
well, studies show otherwise.

But now, at least I knew we had jobs. I looked around at the rest of
the staff--Caroline shouldn't have told me: I really hated to see the
rest of them worrying so much about Henderson. I knew I wouldn't betray
Caroline's confidence, but keeping the secret while they all suffred
certainly would bother me.

But they wouldn't have to wait too long: Henderson's people had already
announced "reorganization meetings", and I was scheduled to attend one
the following day.

I arrived at the appointed address at an unmarked office building on
the other side of town and entered to find what appeared to be a rather
large and generous office suit: I couldn't really tell how far it
extended through the building. I was a bit surprised to find
Henderson's company with such an established office right there in
town: I would have thought we'd all have known about it. I was directed
down the hall and to an office where a receptionist greeted me. A
couple of others from our company were sitting there, waiting: Martha
who is my secretary, as well as Grace, one of the other VPs. A man and
woman who I didn't know were standing on the other side of the room,
talking quietly.

I looked around for a place to sit, but the receptionist told me we
could go into the conference room pointing out a door behind her to her
left. More people from our company were coming in, and soon I was
following some of them into the conference room. The receptionist was
also directing some of the people to another conference room to her
right, so apparently there were two concurrent meetings.

I do remember one strange thing when we entered. The man and woman whom
I didn't know were standing close to our conference room's door, and as
we entered, I noticed that while the woman talked to the man, she sort
of looked us over. In front of me was one of the other secretaries who
was definitely well-endowed and the woman practically leered at her
like a man might! I actually felt a little strange walking in front of
her and couldn't help wondering about her.

In the room, it turned out to be seven of us, all women. I wondered
about that too, but it didn't worry me too much. Then the man I'd seen
in the reception area came in and introduced himself as a consultant
hired especially for the reorganization and for integrating us into the
new company. He stood in front of us, and started telling us about his
ideas and the theory of good organization, and I realized in about two
seconds he was extremely boring. Soon I wasn't really catching his
words so much as simply hearing the drone of his voice.

"Grace Steadman," said the receptionist. I watched Grace stand and walk
into the door the receptionist indicated. She did keep herself in good
shape I noticed: she could easily model nude, but I figured Caroline
must be better. Not that I'd seen Caroline in Grace's state. I watched
Grace pad in, noticing she had distinct tan lines--when had she been on
vacation? When she was gone, I looked back at Martha, sitting on the
carpet next to me. Martha definitely had a body that looked good
despite her size: even her stomach didn't show any "tires". I looked
down at myself: I'm in pretty good shape right now, but any weight I
put on goes right to my hips and thighs, leaving my chest as flat as
ever. It would be nice to have a body like Martha's. Well, at least my
rear is decent.

I wondered at the receptionist, with all these bare bodies hanging
around her reception area. It must be a bit weird for her, and not all
of us were that much to look at. She didn't seem fazed a bit by it,
though. The door behind the receptionist opened a crack briefly and she
looked back. Then she looked at a paper on her desk again, and then
called "Tamera Black."

Me. I stood up. There were still four from our group still sitting
there. I approached the door but stopped and looked back at the
receptionist. "Go on," she encouraged.

It was a large office and very plush. I didn't see any sign of Grace,
but there was a man behind the desk and a few other men and women
sitting and standing, all watching me enter. It was kind of
embarrassing, standing there in front of them naked like that.

"Tamera," said a man sitting on a couch, looking at papers on a coffee
table in front of him.

"Yes," I said. I just stood there, still feeling embarrassed.

"Vice President," he said. It wasn't a question and I didn't respond.

No one else said any more, but the man behind the desk stood up and
walked over to me. My eyes were on him: they were all dressed in suits
but I could see at a glance that this man was *really* dressed. As he
approached, another man told me to go to the couch, and then to lean on
it on my hands. Then the well-dressed man came up behind me.

I waited there, nervously as he approached behind me. I didn't look
back: somehow I knew I shouldn't. He touched me: his hand went between
my legs. "She's dry," he said.

"This way," the man who'd led me over said, taking my arm and pulling
me to standing and across the room. He brought me over to a woman and I
ended up standing in front of her. She felt my vagina too, and gave a
little mirthless laugh.

"Not aroused, are you?" she said. I didn't answer; I could tell she
didn't really want me to say anything. While I stood there, the office
door opened and Martha came in. The woman in front of me didn't stop
touching me but started stroking me gently. She was also dressed very
well, in a skirt-suit. She was blond and looked to be in her late
twenties. Something made me think MBA.

They had Martha leaning over, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch, the way I had been. The woman with me took her hand off me, and
took some sort of device and put it on her hand. It had an electric
chord and attached to the back of her hand. She then threw a switch and
it hummed.

The well-dressed man had been feeling Martha. Then he'd opened his
zipper, taken out his cock and started doing it with her. "Oh, yes," he
said in a second, but he only sounded a little affected by it. But
Martha was starting to breathe really hard.

The woman put her hand on the front of my vagina. It was a vibrating
device on her hand, and I was immediately going crazy: I don't remember
experiencing anything like that before! She was moving her fingers, and
her whole hand was vibrating! Her face was close to mine while she did
it, and I ended up looking right into her eyes. She had this amused
smile on her face. I was going to lose control--it was out of my hands.

Then she stopped. I stared at her: I couldn't believe she could do
that! But it was only me being affected like that: she could stop any
time she wanted. The man led me back to the couch. Martha was gone.
Once again, I leaned over the couch. The man in the good suit felt me
again. I was *very* wet.

He plunged in. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was coming in seconds and he
just kept pumping away. I moaned and moaned.

I felt weak: I felt lightheaded and worried about fainting for a
second. One of the men pulled me to standing. "Not her, she takes too
long to get wet," said the well-dressed man. The man leading me walked
me to a door, opened it and guided me through.

The door shut behind me. It was a small room, filled with women from
our company. We were all naked, as had been the group in the reception
area. I found a little area on the floor and sat down: I was completely
beat. It felt scratchy sitting on the carpet, just as it had in the
reception room. Martha wasn't there but Caroline was. She looked
listless: they all did.

Nothing happened: we just sat there. Finally a door opened: a different
one from the door to the office I'd just come from. Two women came in,
leaving the door open. Behind it was a corridor, and I saw some women
walking around dressed like nurses. But the two women who had entered
were both in suits: sharp too, though the skirts were a little short.

"There she is," said one, and they pulled Caroline to standing. As I
watched, I wondered what they were going to do. One of them stood
behind Caroline and held her around the waist against herself, and the
other one stood in front of Caroline, very close. She put a hand on
Caroline's vagina and started moving it, and at the same time, leaned
and started licking Caroline's upper lip with her tongue.

Caroline just stood there for about a second, but then she said "nooo,"
and started struggling, though she didn't seem to have the energy to
get away from the two women.

The two women kept trying for a few seconds, then the one in front of
Caroline turned to the open door and said: "Jill!"

A nurse came in, holding a syringe. As Caroline continued to struggle,
the nurse injected her in the rear. A few seconds later, Caroline
collapsed in the arms of the woman holding her, and a couple of nurses
put Caroline's arms over their shoulders and dragged her over to a
rolling stretcher.

I realized one of the women in suits was looking right at me. "What are
*you* looking at? This bothering you?" she asked me.

I stood there with my mouth open. It was as if I were paralyzed and
couldn't answer. The woman then called the nurse again, and the nurse
was coming toward me with a syringe.

I was lying on my back, looking up at the lights in a corridor. I
couldn't move my arms: apparently I was being restrained. A nurse
walked up and looked at me: "She's back," she said. She undid my arms
and my legs too, which had apparently also been restrained, and soon
she had me sitting up.

In front of me were three naked women, all kneeling, facing away from
me. In front of each was a kind of meter of some kind. The nurse pulled
me to standing and led me to a spot next to the others. There was a
meter-like device in front of me, attached to a plastic or rubber
protrusion. She had me kneel, and the protrusion was right in front of
my face. "Suck," she said.

It was like a dildo or something. I put my mouth around it and started
sucking. I saw the needle on the meter move as I started sucking.

"Good," she added. "Harder." I sucked harder and the meter rose some
more. "Come on, harder!" she added. I did my best. "Keep it up," she
encouraged.

Another woman behind me said "Harder!" I tried. I felt hands on my
body, on my breasts, then down my front to my vagina. They started
stroking it, gently. "Harder," she repeated. I got the needle up a
little more.

I felt her kneel right next to me, practically leaning against my body.
"Harder and I'll..." she said, and suddenly her hand vibrated! Just
like in the office before. Then the vibration was gone. "Now, harder,
and I'll turn it on," she whispered in my ear. I sucked harder--as hard
as I could. I got the needle up a little more.

I barely felt vibration. "More!" came the whisper. I managed to get the
needle up a little more. The vibration increased, just a little. "More!
More! Come on, you can do it!" came the voice. I was sucking as hard as
I could, I thought, but I managed to get the meter up a little more,
and that beautiful feeling continued to increase.

"You want it, don't you? Now *more*!" I felt like I was going to
explode. I was doing absolutely everything I could. I did manage to
edge it just a little higher.

"Yes! Now a little more, and I'll turn it all the way up!" It was too
much! But this was it: somehow I managed to do just a little more, and
suddenly it was like an explosion: I stopped sucking and fell away
immediately as the vibrations racked through my body. I sat there,
feeling like my heart was going to burst. "Well, that's enough for
now," the nurse said.

I sat in the cell with Caroline. Our days were simple: off to that
machine to suck on, then back to the cell. We didn't talk, though I'm
not sure why. We just did what the nurses told us to.

But one day was different: I heard the rattling at the door, and it
opened. I squinted at the brighter light: the little window in the door
didn't let in enough light to keep my eyes used to it.

Two men came in the cell. Both naked, except for leather collars around
their neck. I recognized one as a guy from our company. "Yesss!" he
said, apparently to his friend: "I guess this *is* a reward!" He was
looking at me, and then grabbed my hand and started pulling me up.

"Hey, this is the prez," said the other one. Then the guy with my hand
dropped it and joined his friend at Caroline's bed. I just lay there,
watching them. In a minute, they had Caroline on her hands and knees,
one of their cocks in her mouth, the other one in her from behind.

"Ha, I bet you never thought you'd experience *this*," said the one
who'd taken my hand briefly.

Soon they were done, and a nurse appeared in the door. She attached
leashes to each of their collars, and led them out. Caroline had
collapsed on the floor, but another nurse pulled her up and attached a
collar around her neck and a leash to it, then fastened her hands
behind her back with handcuffs of some sort. "Well, I guess we've found
a use for *you*", she said to Caroline, and pulled her out. The door
shut, leaving me alone.

I stood in a little kitchen in one of the office suites. Two
secretaries were there with me, making coffee, and preparing a doughnut
tray. I just stood there, naked. One of the secretaries put a leather
collar around my neck and attached a leash to it. Then she fastened my
hands together behind my back. Mostly we just waited.

A door opened. "We're ready," came the voice of the man poking his head
out. The secretaries carried the coffee in. They both returned, one
getting the tray of doughnuts, the other taking my leash and leading me
in.

It was a conference room. Men and women were around the table,
apparently having been at a meeting. Some were still sitting and
talking but a few had gathered around the coffee. I was led to a chair
at the side of the room and made to kneel. I noticed that Martha was
sitting at the conference table. She was dressed really nicely. A
couple of the men getting coffee wandered over to where I was kneeling.
One of them put down his coffee and sat in the chair in front of me. He
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I started sucking
immediately. Hard. My training worked well: I came almost immediately.

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