Message-ID: <3841eli$9709081056@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3841.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - NEW Mortgage 4/10 (nc, m/f, f/f, bd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5utnqv$2s3$7@eros.clara.net> *************************************************************************** Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html **************************************************************************** Subject: NEW Mortgage 4/10 (nc, m/f, f/f, bd) From: an225040@anon.penet.fi (marlissa) Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 14:31:17 UTC Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories The following story contains adult material. If below the age of 18, go outside, get some fresh air and do something healthy (g). If you ARE 18, then you should know the following story is about a young woman who is forced into non-consensual sex, public humiliation, and b&d, in both m/f and f/f situations. Both the characters and occurrences in this fiction are completely fictitious. The Mortgage- PART FOUR, by Marlissa Hadn't he ever heard of feminism? "Be a doll and fetch me some coffee!' he said, like she was some waitress. And he had said it in front of four other bank executives too, two of them women! And the women had smirked too, which hadn't totally surprised Amy. She was learning that the female executives at the bank treated their own secretaries much worse than the males did. Amy had given him a small, angry smile and brought the coffee silently. She had hoped he would say something later, maybe apologize. Instead he told her to refill the cup, without even looking up from his papers. She popped a piece of Sexy-licious in her mouth and began chewing. It calmed her right down and she obediently filled the cup. **************** The crack about her pantsuit just frosted her. It had come at the end of the day, just as she was ready to leave. They were going over some tasks for her tomorrow when he looked up and shook his head, with that utterly superior attitude he was increasingly showing towards her. "Goodness, I didn't know secretaries still wore those things!" His amusing patronizing tone aggravated her to no end! "Mr. Baines, many of the women who work here wear pantsuits. Why, Ms. Jensen--" "Is an EXECUTIVE, my dear-- not a secretary. At her level, it may be appropriate-- even though she has an attitude problem I'm not entirely happy with. Far too assertive for her own good. But at YOUR level, well, a pantsuit really isn't befitting a girl of your position." His slate eyes looked down at her in an over-patient way, as if he was explaining something to a child. The next day, Amy gritted her teeth and wore a skirt. ****************** "So we're not wearing make-up today, Amy?" Mr. Baines scowled at her. She sighed. "Yes, Sir, I am." Amy searched her brain. Of course she had put make-up on-- not much because she didn't like a lot. But she WAS wearing make-up. It upset her that Mr. Baines was mad at her. She was feeling a little ditzy and very vulnerable, probably all the sugar in the gum. Lately she was feeling so passive, so easily confused. Amy resolved to cut down on her newest bad habit-- it was doing the strangest things to her. "You can hardly tell, young lady! Don't you think it's important for you to look nice while you're working for me? Or does the job mean that little to you?" he was demanded angrily. She twitched nervously. "Uh, no Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, I--" she groped for the right words, all the time chewing her Sexylicious gum. He cut her off with a wave of a hand. "Just start wearing make-up in the office from now on. Don't embarrass me in front of the rest of the executives by coming in here with your face looking like you just got out of bed, understand me?" She nodded, chewing faster. "Yes Sir!" She shook her head rapidly to show just how well she understood. The next day, Amy's face was painted and made-up as enticingly as any of the other secretaries-- the other single, young unmarried secretaries, that is. It was just easier to get along, she told herself. And Mr. Baines smiled widely at her, proving she had done the right thing. Still, it bothered her. Just like the tickling in her sex now bothered her. Was she horny? Amy blushed and shook off the thought at once, popping another piece of chewing gum in her mouth. ****************** The final straw. That was it. She was still fuming, still completely humiliated by it. By no longer surprised. She had just finishing watering the plants in his office when he had returned from a planning meeting. He was pleased with this kind of initiative, just as he was pleased with the other things he now had Amy doing for him-- picking up his dry cleaning on her lunch hour, sewing the occasional button that popped of a shirt cuff, trotting down the post office for him, standing in line at the Registry to renew his plates, and any other mindless chore he could dump off on her. At least it had made things better. She no longer asked questions about what she was doing, she just did, without comment, whatever she was told. He was pleased with her new attitude. Watering his plants without being told to was EXACTLY the kind of initiative he appreciated and he said so. She had smiled demurely. "Thank you Sir. I'm trying to be the kind of secretary you want." THAT seemed to go over very well, so well in fact that Baines had patted her ass as she left his office. "Good girl, Amy. I KNEW this would work out after all." She had frozen, then kept walking out, without saying a word. She didn't look behind her, keeping her dazed eyes focused on the path in front of her. The nerve! That he would think he could touch her like that! She could still feel his palm on her ass, the proprietary way he had patted her, like she was some bar girl or something! As she walked home, Amy steamed. Bob Baines was a pig, an absolute pig. How could she work for a guy like that? What was wrong with him? It dawned on her that she longer wanted to be Baine's secretary. She would do something else, maybe get a job waitressing, something. If only they weren't counting on that money. And it would take time to get another job. Wendell wasn't having any luck... That was when she saw the construction worker nailing the sign up next door to her house. Her face went white. "NEW HOME OF THE BENTSON TOXIC WASTE TREATMENT CENTER" She raced into the house, slamming the door behind her. Wendell was fixated on a teevee cartoon, his eyes half-opened. Empty beer cans littered the room. "What the hell is going on next door? Did you see--" "Look at the mail," he answered flatly, pointed at the opened envelope on the kitchen table. She picked up the envelope with the registered mail receipt glued to it, pulled out the thick document inside. She began to read, her heart falling with every paragraph. "As you may know," it began innocently enough, "the recent establishment of a chemical processing facility on commercially zoned land abutting yours will serve the whole community of Bentson County in many ways. The First Metropolitan Bank was pleased to finance this important new project. Unfortunately," the letter turned somber," this development has adversely affected your own property value very drastically. A recent independent appraisal by the bank shows that your property has lost two-thirds of it's value from six months ago. As a result, and given your own uncertain employment prospects, the bank has no option but to reconsider its investment in aforesaid property and mortgage." She had worked at the bank long enough to understand that the legal terms and figures all added up to one thing. The bank was calling in the loan. "Unless you are able to demonstrate long-term employment, the bank will have no option but to request full payment on your mortgage note. Please respond to this correspondence within twenty-four hours. Thank you for your attention in this matter!" There was no signature. It was a form letter generated automatically by the bank's computers the first of every month. "Howduya like that?" Wendell was drunk. Amy figured he had been drinking all afternoon-- ever since the letter had been delivered. "I thought we'd wait till tomorrow to tell my folks they'll have to live in the street," he said, eyes rolling in despair as he cracked open a fresh can of beer, "unless I get some big job in the next twenty-four hours, that is." His eyes were filling with tears, drunken, pathetic tears. "I could always rob a gas station or something," he groaned, half-seriously. In Part Five, Mr. Baines gives Amy an ultimatum. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /