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Nancy Gets Back - Ch 1
Disclaimer: This story contains adult material and themes, non-
consensual sex and graphic language. It is intended for adults
only. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading
this story.
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I don't know how it happened, but somehow I had made this
woman angry at me. She was the receptionist at the stock broker's
office where I had my account and she was new. I didn't recognize
her. When I came in, I was pretty distracted since my investments
were going down the tubes faster than I could get out and it had
me pretty worried. She was a very attractive girl, in her early
20's, with dark hair pulled up on her head, and blue eyes. She
was dressed in a white blouse and red mini skirt with matching
red four inch spike heeled pumps. I asked for my broker in an
unintentionally brusque tone, then sat down and began reading the
Wall Street Journal. She gave me a look full of reproach for my
tone of voice, but in my rattled emotional state, it didn't make
much of an impression on me.
As I waited for my broker to come out, she got up and began
filing some papers. Even though I was pretty worried about my
money, she was so good looking that my attention was drawn away
from the paper to watch her move around. Her short skirt seemed
molded to her shapely ass and legs, and when she bent down to
put papers into lower drawers, it rode up enough to give me a
great view of the tops of her stockings. I thought to myself at
the time, "that's something you don't see much of these days. A
woman wearing stockings and garters." Just at that moment, she
turned around and caught me staring. She said nothing, but gave
me another look, this time tinged with contempt. I dove back
into the paper, feeling embarrassed, but also strangely attracted
to this lovely young girl.
My broker finally came out and I went into his office to try
and salvage some semblence of financial survival. Let me just say
it was a fairly fruitless effort and I emerged even more depressed
than before our meeting. The receptionist was putting her things
into a tote bag in preparation for leaving for the day as I came by
her desk. She looked at me as I came by and said "you don't look
so good, having a tough day?"
"Been better," I replied.
"Maybe you need something to take you mind off your troubles,"
she said. "Like to take me for a drink?"
How could I refuse. She was very good looking, young and
apparently interested in me. "Sure," I said. Little did I know
what she had planned for me.
We went to a restauant near the office and sat down at at
table in the bar. We had a drink and talked for a while. She
got up and went to make a phone call, then returned and we
talked some more.
We seemed to be hitting it off pretty well and she asked if
I could give her a ride home. Seems her car was in the shop for repairs.
Well, this was quite a letdown. I figured she had set up the whole thing
just to get a drink and a ride home from me. As we neared her apartment,
it was getting dark. She asked if I would walk her to her door, and I said
it would be my pleasure. There was some sarcasm in my voice since I
figured I was getting the brush, but she said with a gleam in her eye
"maybe it will."
Somehow, this young girl was playing me like a fish on a hook.
I didn't realize what an apt description that phrase would turn
out to be! Anyway, we walked to her door and she got out her
keys. As she unlocked the door and stepped in, I felt a push
from behind and stumbled into her apartment. It was dark in
the room and before I knew what was happening, I had been pushed
to the floor and my arms pulled behind my back. A strap was
wrapped around my wrists and secured with velcro. I was so
surprised by the turn of events that I reacted very slowly, way
too slowly. The person on my back now turned around and bound
my ankles the same as my wrists. The lights came on and I rolled
over on my back to find the receptionist joined by another girl!
You can imagine my embarrasment at finding I had been subdued
with little effort by two women!
My receptionist "friend", whose name I had learned was Nancy,
now looked at me with full contempt and anger. "I hope you
enjoyed looking up my skirt in the office today" she said in
a steely voice. "Little pigs like you really piss me off. I have
to put up with male trash like you all the time and you finally
were the last straw. I want you to meet my friend Tina. She has
been telling me I shouldn't have to take this kind of crap from
men, so I gave her a call from the restaurant and she said you
were the perfect candidate for me to start with in fighting back."
"Wait a minute," I protested. "I didn't mean anything. You're
the one wearing the miniskirt."
"My needledick boss makes me dress this way," she replied.
"He thinks it's good for business."
Now Tina broke in, "enough yakking," she said. "This worm
treated you like a piece of meat, now it's time for him to find
out what it feels like to be on the receiving end of humiliation."
I was still really embarrassed and angry, but I was also
getting turned on. My dick was making a pup tent out of my
dockers, and this fact was noticed by both the women.
"Look at the little worm," said Tina. "He's fighting it, but his
dick tells the whole story. What a pussy!" Both the girls laughed
as I struggled with my bonds. Try as I might, I couldn't get loose.
"Before tonight is over, worm, you're going to find out what it's like
to be on the other end of the power curve."
"First, you need to pay for this afternoon's bad behavior," said Nancy.
"I think a nice ass whipping is just the thing." With that, the two girls
approached me. I squirmed away from them but it was no use, they
quickly caught up with me. Tina placed the sole of her high heeled shoe
on my throat and told me to lie still. I didn't doubt that further attempts
to get away would be paid for dearly. Nancy straddled my chest and I
briefly caught a glimpse of red panties and garters under her skirt before
she sat down heavily on my chest. She reached down and unbuckled my
belt, then removed it from my pants. She undid my pants, then slid them
down to my ankles where they piled up against the strap securing my
legs. She got up and the two girls then rolled me over onto my stomach.
"On your knees, sissy boy," said Nancy. I struggled to pull my knees
up underneath me, my head still resting on the carpet. Just as I was about
to lift up my head, Nancy said sharply, "hold that pose." She produced a
pair of scissors and cut away my jockey shorts. "You won't be needing
these anymore tonight," she said as she tossed away the remnants.
"Now I want you to think about how you leered at me today," she said.
She took my own belt and doubled it over. "You've got a cute little ass,
pussy brain. Now count each stroke while I warm you up."
I barely had time to prepare myself as the belt swished down on my
upturned butt. CRACK! "One," I gasped. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, "two,
three, four," I yelled. "Keep it down worm," said Tina. "We don't want some
busybody coming over to find out what's going on here, do we?" Since the
last thing I wanted was somebody to see me in my present predicament, I
vowed to try and be quiet. "Sorry," I said.
"From now on worm, you will call me 'Miss Tina' whenever you speak to
me, is that clear?"
"Yes Miss Tina," I replied.
"Good boy. Now I think we should start over, since you made Miss Nancy
stop."
CRACK! "One." CRACK! "Two." I gritted my teeth as the blows fell,
counting
each one. My tender ass became redder and redder until the assault was
finally over. *FLASH* as a camera went off behind me.
"Just wanted to record this for posterity," said Nancy. "Having a few
choice
pictures might come in handy later, if we feel like getting together with you
again." The thought of repeating this episode both scared me and exited me.
I was having trouble reconciling my combination of dread and excitement. While
my ass hurt like hell, there was no denying that my dick was hard as a rock.
This fact did not go un-noticed by my tormenters. "Check out that hardon,"
said Tina. "Get a picture of that thing." *FLASH* Another picture.
"Now worm, there's no point in you're trying to get away. If you don't do
what we say, these pictures are going to show up on the bulletin board in
your office. You wouldn't what that now, would you?" I couldn't think of
anything I would want less.
"No Miss Tina," I replied.
"Good. Just wanted to get things straight from the beginning. Now get
up."
I struggled to my feet, my ass was burning, my arms tied behind my back,
my legs still bound together. I stood there with my cock pointing straight
out,
wondering what could possibly be next on these women's evil agenda.
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