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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
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Subject: NEW Mortgage 10/10 (nc, m/f, f/f, bd)
From: an225040@anon.penet.fi (marlissa)
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 15:01:41 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 TEN/EPILOGUE, by Marlissa

Three years later...

For a mini-financial empire, Baines Holding Company was actually
headquartered in a small office suite, comprising of Kathryn Baine's
sumptuous office that could and did second as a conference room and
the small anteroom outside where a bored secretary sat filing her
nails.

Jackson had drunk in the secretary when he had come for the meeting.
She was a medium-sized blonde with average looks and build, but her
overall bearing was definitely less than professional. And from the
obviously dark roots, the hair color was definitely temporary.  He
couldn't believe the twenty-something was dressed for her work, unless
the work was streetwalking.  The yellow tube top, the tiny spandex
blue miniskirt, the yellow silk stockings and blue high heels-- it all
spelled SLUT in big bright letters.  She was a class-A bimbo, even
down to the gum chewing.

"Tim Jackson here to see Kathryn Baines, Miss," he looked at the name
plate but there was no last name, 'uh, Amy."

The blonde fluttered her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, a
big, wild mop of platinum curls that ran crazily off her shoulders.
She eyed him with an intensity that caught him off guard.  Was she hot
for him, or was that just imagination?  And him with a wife and two
kids.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson," she purred.  "Ms. Baines?" she spoke into the
intercom.  "Mr. Jackson is here to see you."

The cold, efficient voice of Kathryn Baines responded promptly.  "Be a
good girl and make sure he's comfortable, Amy.  I'll be with him in
ten minutes.  Then come in here.  I need you for something."

"Yes, Ma'am.  At once Ma'am," the secretary replied.  Was that fear he
heard in her voice?  But she was smiling now, smiling at him, her
attention focused on the executive.  She immediately thrust out her
pert little A-cup breasts in his direction and beamed a big, playful
smile at the visitor.  He noticed the subtle grind the girl made as
she put her hands demurely on her hips as she rose.  

"May I fetch you some coffee, Mr. Jackson?  A soft drink?"  She pouted
when he shook his head.  "Nothing, Sir?  Please, if I can get anything
for you, make you more comfy in ANY way I can...."  She let the
promise hang, as she played with her hair, her eyes obviously
lingering in the direction of Jackson's crotch.  He couldn't believe
what a slutty performance the bimbo was putting on for him...except
for one thing.  It was working.  He was smiling-- in contempt, true.
But he was smiling.  And he was getting an erection.

With a sexy sulky look, she opened Kathryn Baine's door.  As the door
closed, Jackson could hear muffled talking and an occasional giggle
from the secretary.  Twenty minutes later she emerged, wiping her lips
with one hand and pulling up her tube top with the other.

"Ms. Baines will see you now, sir."  Her brown eyes were burning coals
for him.  He was happily married and she wasn't beautiful or anything,
but Tim Jackson was thinking hard about getting her phone number. He
hadn't seen any ring on her finger and she was more than available.
If he knew his women correctly, this slut was hungry for a good, hard
cock.

"Jackson?  Jackson?" Kathryn tried to get his attention from the
blonde's swaying ass, a bright blue pendulum in her spandex miniskirt.
As the horny little secretary bent over to do some filing, he could
see without any problem that she was wearing a red thong lace panty!
He forced himself to stand up and smile at Kathryn.  He was holding
his briefcase over his midsection.  Wouldn't do to let the Dragon Lady
see him with an erection.

"So, the Bentson County Toxic Waste Authority wants my property,' she
began, seating herself behind the massive desk.

Jackson pulled out the papers.  "Yes, we want to expand and as you
know the property is essentially worthless now-- a fact you can't
disapprove of, given that your father pushed for the facility a few
years ago.  Are there any tenants currently in the property?"

"Daddy wanted to clean up the trash problem here in Bentson, Mr.
Jackson."  The severe blond smiled.  Jackson was repulsed.  She was
attractive in a conventional way, but she was so damn
cold, a damn Ice Queen.  "But that doesn't mean I'm giving anything
away.  As to the tenants, no, there are none.  There was as a couple
who lived there years ago, but they divorced and split up.  My
secretary as a matter of fact and her ex-husband.  They BOTH work for
me so I let her husband stay at a rooming house I own as part of his
compensation.  I use him as a janitor at the factory I own."

"And, the uh, secretary?,' Jackson asked, a little flushed.  

"She rents from me, again part of our employment arrangement.  I have
a spare bedroom I let her live in.  Very convenient to have her around
night and day.  Commerce never sleeps Mr. Jackson!" 
Kathryn Baines used one of her father's favorite expressions. "Back to
figures, Mr. Jackson.  What figure are you proposing?"

"Fifty thousand and you level the house."  She was known as a tough
negotiator and he didn't flinch as he made the offer.

"Sixty...and YOU level it," she countered.

Jackson could go to sixty but what the hell choice did she have?  Why
should he let her off the hook?  Records showed her father had
foreclosed on the property and made a killing.  She would
already make more than enough.  He shook his head, refusing the deal.

"Do you like my secretary, Mr. Jackson?"  Before he could answer, she
buzzed the young woman in.  Amy pranced in, as if she had been
expecting this, readying herself.

"Well, Mr. Jackson?" she repeated.

Jackson gulped.  The peroxide blonde was licking her lips, hands on
her hips, looking straight at him... "She's an attractive young woman,
Ms. Baines, still I hardly know what this has to--"

"Just 'attractive'?  Look you're hurting Amy's feelings!" Baines
smirked in mock indignation.  And in fact the secretary was pouting,
her lower lip stuck out petulantly.

"Very pretty then."

"Would you say 'sexy' Mr. Jackson?"  Kathyrn Baines demanded.

His vocal cord was there, he knew it.  He found it, then managed a low
"Yes."  The girl beamed now, the ultimate compliment he could bestow.
She stuck her small chest out again for him.  But if she was really
pleased, why was there something else, something like fear in those
eerily glassy brown eyes? 

"I bet if we settled on sixty, Amy would just love to spend the
afternoon with you, Mr. Jackson, wouldn't you, Amy?"

The girl bit her lower lip and nodded, her big eyes begging him to
accept the offer.  Her mouth was so tight, her ass so hard and...

"Yes, Mr. Jackson.  I'd loooove to go out with you on a date," she
cooed.  Her tongue was darting all over her lips now, her hands
rubbing her ass and hips.   Jesus, she was wet at the prospect of
spreading her legs for him, spreading her legs and doing other
things... His erection was pulling a tent out from his trousers.

"It isn't your money, Jackson," Kathryn Baines reminded him.  "So who
gets hurt?  Besides, Amy knows ALL the safe places to go, places that
only girls like Amy know about.  Go on, tell Mr. Jackson.  Answer the
questions you know he has for you."

Amy giggled, cocking her head shyly to one side. "Well, I'm a clean
girl-- I have a doctor's certificate to prove it, so I won't give you
anything.  I promise Mr. Jackson!"

Jackson blushed.  It was the first thing he had wondered about the
girl upon seeing her for the first time.

"And I know the best little place to have a date!  It's called the
Honeymooners Motor Court.  Rooms only cost ten dollars an hour and
clean sheets are only five dollars extra!  And I swear I'll never,
ever tell anyone!"  The girl was looking at him, pleading with him to
take her to a cheap dive and fuck her brains out.  What was wrong with
this picture?

"What's going on here?" he suddenly demanded.  

Kathryn Baines didn't answer the question.  But she did put two
objects on the table, objects which terrified the preening, pleading
secretary.

"Take these in case she gets out of line.  She can be such a BAD GIRL
from time to time, Mr. Jackson."

Jackson picked up the shiny metal handcuffs and riding crop with
wonder and awe.  The bottle-made blonde was eyeing him with white
faced fright.  There was a warm, coppery taste in his mouth.
Christmas had come in the middle of June.

"Is 'sexy' worth an extra ten grand?" 

What ever was going on here, he could care less about.  It wasn't his
money.  He nodded.  "Yes, Ms. Baines.  We have a deal.  But I want all
afternoon-- not just an hour."  Had the secretary sighed at that?
Were her lips trembling?  If no longer made any difference to him.  He
shook the hand that reached across the desk.

Kathryn watched Jackson as he began pawing Amy on the way out of her
office.  The ink wasn't dry yet on the agreement and he was feeling
her up, probably in the elevator by now.  She would be tired from God
knew what Jackson would do to her that long summer afternoon, but
Kathryn already had visions of what little tricks she would teach Amy
that night...things the live-in bisexual slut could do to make her
mistress-lover cum.  It had been three years and she had barely begun
with her plaything.

She closed the office and climbed into her Ferrari.  Wendell had
washed it as instructed.  Such a good servant when he wasn't drunk.
Kathryn loved the way he and Amy snapped at each other
these days, loved ordering them to be quiet.  The smile vanished
though.  She was pensive as she thought about a problem as the sleek
sportscar sped her along to her next meeting.

Amy was coming along nicely.  She had been a wonderful secretary and
had helped her close hundreds of deals like this. But Kathryn was
increasingly concerned that Amy was enjoying her afternoon male
'dates' more than she should.  It was as if pleasing another woman
wasn't enough, that full satisfaction could only come from a man.  She
had seen in some of the videos she had Amy perform in with Kathryn's
unsuspecting business customers and clients-- a look of release, of
love even on the flushed wan face..

It had to be stopped at once of course.  Kathryn would brook no such
feelings.  Amy would learn to derive her pleasure from her mistress's
orgasms and THEN Kathryn might allow her pet to enjoy herself-- and
then only by virtue of making love to her mistress.  She would have to
be taken from situations where men were about and kept only for
Kathryn's lust.  Kathryn had already decided what to do:  the French
maid outfit would look delicious on Amy.  Training the slut to become
bisexual was fun; breaking her into forced full-time lesbianism an
absolute delight!

But who to take her place as a slut secretary?  Her next meeting
provided the answer.  A young couple trying to buy their first home,
one of the cheap ranch houses in Baineswood, her newest
real estate development.  The wife a sharp, assertive redhead, the
husband some blue collar dolt.  The newlywed wife had the poutiest
lips...

"You don't have enough of a downpayment, I afraid.  Let's talk rent to
own, shall we?" she offered generously.

The wife nodded, the sparkling green eyes and red hair bobbing in
cautious optimism back at her.    Kathryn took care not to eye too
obviously the pert pair of 34Bs that jiggled under the woman's sun
dress.  Amy would be soooo jealous of her new playmate's bigger chest
size.

The young wife was already asking details, so anxious to take this
next step in adulthood, all of which Kathryn answered reassuringly,
soothingly, addressing herself to the redhead, while the double-digit
IQ'd hubby listened in mild confusion.

This would be fun.

THE END

I hope you liked THE MORTGAGE.  Comments always appreciated!  Send
them to an225040@anon.penet.fi

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