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THE USUAL WARNINGS:

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any
further.

This story is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. As is the case with
most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all,
strength of character doesn�t stand a chance against any
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance. This
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some
acts and responses in this story may be physically
impossible or physiologically improbable. That being said,
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of
consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things
described in this story. You will injure yourself or your
partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, go away. This story will
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where
you are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that
result from reading this story.

You have been warned!

If you�re going to repost this, give me credit for it. If
you�re going to charge for others to read this, give me
credit and some money, too. Fair�s fair, no?

That said, enjoy!....?

NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 11

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 1/99

She continued to wander around the house for another week,
wondering what she was going to do. She felt vaguely
useless when Sandi, as she thought of her now, went to
work. They hadn�t hired any new staff, but when the three
or four rooms they used in the big house were clean, there
wasn�t much else to do. On Friday, a man, Mr. Reese, who
said he was one of Bill's lawyers contacted her. He had
some papers that needed signing, he said.

She walked into Mr. Reese's office and stopped dead in her
tracks. Something crawling up the back of her mind told
her not to trust this man. She had never had such a strong
compelling feeling before. Before she thought about what
she was doing, she acted on it. She turned on her heel and
left the ancient secretary standing there with an open
mouth.

She only knew one person to ask. She pulled out her
cellular phone and called Sandi at her downtown office.
She told her about the lawyer's sudden call that morning.
Sandi asked who the lawyer was.

"Mr. Reese, down in the Waterbury Building."

"That Goddamned Motherfuckin� no good SCUMBAG!"

"Oh, dear! I take it you know him, then," Karin said
dryly. �A nice guy, is he?�

"Not even for a lawyer. Karin, did you sign anything?
Anything at all?" Sandi demanded of her.

"No. I didn't even see him. I got this really weird
feeling when I walked in to his office. So I called you.
Sounds like I�m glad I did, huh?"

The relief was evident in Sandi�s voice. "Thank God, you
didn�t sign anything. Good. Now, do you know any
attorneys you can trust?" She guffawed. "I take that
back. Let me rephrase that. Do you know any attorneys?"

"No. But I could probably call Bill's secretary for a
suggestion. She should know one or two that has done work
for his company before."

"Well, I guess that�s better than nothing. Yeah, why don�t
you do that. Uh, and Karin?"

"Yes?"

"When you talk to her, remember she was Bill�s secretary.
She lost her man, too."

"Oh, right."

Karin looked up the number for Bill�s office and asked for
his secretary, Sally. She remembered Sally vaguely. The
one time they had met, she remembered that Sally had been
nice to her, like she felt sorry for her. Sally apparently
knew more than she let on about Bill's sex life.

When she came on the line, Karin asked her for a
recommendation for an attorney to talk with.

Sally exploded on the other end of the telephone. "Karin �
excuse me, Mrs. Saunders, where have you been? Why haven't
you called in? Everything is falling apart down here. Get
down here right away! We need you!" she hesitated. Then
she added, a hopeful note in her voice, "Boss!?"

Karin was confused, but make her way over to Bill's office.
She was definitely going to have to get a driver�s license.
Taxis were too expensive in this city for everyday travel.
She walked into the large complex and made her way to the
executive suites. Sally had apparently spread the word
that salvation was on the way, as everyone seemed to know
her name and looked so relieved to see her. Her
bewilderment grew as men and women who were clearly senior
executives treated her with respect and deference.

Sally was on the telephone when she arrived at Bill�s
office door. Sally had her back turned, and was digging in
some files. She didn�t see her. Karin stood there meekly
waiting until Sally noticed her.

When the middleaged secretary glanced up and noticed Karin
standing there, she paled. The phone call ended with an
abrupt; �I don�t care how you do it, just get it done!�
Shooing her hands at the small crowd of onlookers, she put
her arm around Karin and ushered her into her dead
husband�s office. Sally sat her down on the expensive
leather couch and got her a cup of tea.

They sat staring at each other for a long moment. Karin
was never sure who made the first move, but suddenly she
found herself in a sobbing embrace with the motherly woman.
Neither woman may have admired Bill, but his absence left
large holes in each of their lives. They commiserated with
one another until they had cried themselves out. They
weren�t mourning the man. They were identifying with the
pain each had suffered from him. It was a new beginning.

Drying her eyes with the tissue provided by the motherly
secretary, Karin asked, �So what do you need me for,
Sally?�

Sally explained that there were several crucial contracts
pending that needed immediate attention, or they would lose
the business.

"But Sally, I don't know anything about Bill's business!
What should I do?

"Listen, Mrs. S, it's not 'Bill's' business anymore, it's
yours. That is, if you want it. We'll all help you learn
what you need to do," she went on. "You'll get along
fine."

Over the next several weeks and months, Karin learned about
Bill's business and found she understood more about what
she was doing than she had ever imagined. Of course, she
worked hard at it and it wasn�t easy. She knew she had to
learn the business from the ground up. Many nights she
stayed late, working a halfday with the night shift in the
factory. She rolled up her sleeves and learned how to do
every job in the factory, including sweeping the floor.
She emptied the trashcans with the cleaning crew for a
week. She may not have mastered the tasks, but she
definitely learned what her products were, how they were
made and she had a good idea of any problems there might be
in manufacturing.

Her time in the factory had other benefits. She was
astounded to find she was the first �suit� most of the line
workers had seen. Ever. Even the ones with seniority
couldn�t identify the VP of Operations from a set of
photos.

She fixed that the next morning. Her new VP of Operations
spent a lot more time on the floor and less on the golf
course. Production improved tremendously following her
visits, both in quality and quantity.

Karin also learned she was good at selling the company. At
first, when customers found she was his widow, they gave
her token contracts out of sympathy. When she turned in
superior high quality products, she won the entire contract
from each of those customers on her own. They liked her
simply because she made them look good.

She discovered the company accountant and the lawyer, Mr.
Reese, had been stealing from the company. She debated a
long time before doing anything. She didn�t want to have a
big scandal with her name center stage. She asked Sandi
how to handle it. Sandi told her that if she wanted her
to, she would take care the scumbag for her. Karin would
have to take care of the accountant, as he was her
employee.

Karin fired the accountant and cash flow increased 10%
overnight. So did profits. She decided to put a positive
spin on the result and gave a 5% rebate to all her
customers with current contracts. From that point on,
there was essentially no stopping her. Over the next year
and a half, news of her revolutionary business practices
swept through their tightknit industry. People pounded on
her door to give her their business.

Mr. Reese found himself as the center of an ethics review
by the state bar. Ostensibly, it was because his name had
been submitted as a nomination for the State Supreme Court.
The review was �just routine,� or so he had been told. He
encouraged his staff to cooperate fully with the auditors.
His ego was so big, he didn�t even stop to realize there
wasn�t a position open on the bench.

As it was, the auditors, under the guidance of Sandi�s
information, and with the eager cooperation of Mr. Reese�
very own staff, put together a compelling case of fraud and
legal abuse that had gone unchecked for years. Karin�s
company was never mentioned in the investigation or the
indictment that followed. Mr. Reese went away for a long
time.

Karin worked tirelessly to be the best CEO she could be.
Her people loved her. Several times she thought of
stepping down and letting someone more qualified take over.
They objected each time that she suggested it. Karin was
such a breath of fresh air, such a change from Bill. Even
her surviving VPs had to admit they liked her, although
they soon found themselves working harder to keep up with
her.

When Karin didn't know something, she asked plain
questions. She listened to the answers her people gave
her. She never asked the same question twice. Her people
knew she was fair, but tough. That�s all they asked of
her.

She was also extremely lonely. As she rocketed to the top
of her business world, she became more and more isolated.
If it hadn't been for Sandi and their friendship, she would
have been completely alone. Sally, her secretary, tried to
mother her, and Karin let her, on occasion. But she needed
Sally to be her assistant, not her mother. She promoted
her to a Jr. VP level and gave Sally a secretary of her
own. Sally laughingly told Karin she would never forgive
her for causing her so much stress. Without Sally to
mother her, Karin withdrew into her corporate shell. She
was all business. Warm, but cold, at the same time.

There were a couple of brave men who tried to ask her out.
None asked more than once. Each said they got a severe
case of frostbite. Karin became known as the �Ice Maiden,�
and her reputation for success and untouchability spread.
Soon no one even thought about approaching her.

Sandi tried to get her to socialize. She asked her to
double date with her a couple of times, but Karin's blind
date always went home horny. She was a delightful date,
but her heart belonged to Sam exclusively.

Sandi had no shortage of suitors these days. She had taken
Karin's advice to dress a bit more feminine at work. She
also followed Karin�s example and sent her dates home
horny. Those few special men that did make it to her bed
did so because they were discreet. That they were also
hung like horses didn�t hurt, either, but she passed up
some whoppers because she had heard they couldn�t keep
their mouths shut.

Sandi had been afraid that she would be immediately
assigned to the Vice Squad to work undercover with her
change in wardrobe. It was a risk. She didn't want that
kind of police work. She wanted to use her mind, not her
body.

Shortly after she started 'dressing up', as she called it,
a senior level position opened up in the Commissioner's
office for an inspector. With Karin�s, and others
encouragement, Sandi put in her application. After a long
and arduous selection process, Sandi was amazed to find she
had been selected. She was qualified for the position, but
to be able to do what she had dreamed of doing all her life
was too good to be true. She kept pinching herself to make
sure she wasn�t dreaming.

Karin had met the Police Commissioner at a client�s office
unexpectedly, and surprisingly, they had hit it off. Karin
sensed immediately he was an honorable man. The shared the
occasional lunch in the city�s downtown park, the public
setting making the perfect cover for anonymity. He became
a father figure to her that she confided in. He was
flattered that such an attractive young woman would want to
spend time with him. His wife of 40 years met Karin and
gave her blessing to the relationship. She trusted her
man, and, truth be told, she liked Karin. She wouldn�t
hold her beauty against her.

When Karin had told him of Sandi, and how she had handled
the corrupt lawyer, the Commissioner�s ears perked up. He
needed a good inspector he could trust, one that was
untouched by HQ politics. He suspected there was more than
one corrupt official in the department, and was determined
to root them out. Lt. Billings sounded like just the
person he was looking for and he said as much. Karin,
knowing how Sandi would react to favoritism of any kind,
made him swear not to just hand her the position. The
Police Commissioner was a little miffed that Karin would
think he would. Lt. Billings would have to apply and make
it through the selection process. But if she made the list
that landed on his desk, she had the job. Karin also made
the Commissioner swear Sandi would never find out that they
had talked about the position. She was afraid that if
Sandi found out Karin had had anything to do with it, it
would mar their friendship.

For her part, Sandi threw herself into her new job with a
zeal that frightened the senior members at Police
headquarters. She was supposed to have been a lowpowered,
mousy bitch, not a dynamo with the ear and blessing of the
Commissioner. Sphincters tightened in all the departments
as she settled into her new position. She greeted each
person at the headquarters building with an unassuming,
ingenuous smile that lulled many into discounting her, to
their own detriment.

What Sandi was doing was rewriting the standard of
integrity to a higher level. One that befitted those whose
task it was to �Protect and Serve.� She and the
Commissioner felt that those who upheld the law should be
worthy of the task. Not above reproach, as they were
human, after all. They should, however, not be working to
circumvent it. Her reports and investigations were
flawless and air tight. She brought an element of original
thought to centuries of police work. Her suggestions for
resolutions to problems were unique, often salvaging the
best part of a person�s training while removing them from
the temptation of further indiscretion. Her suggestions
were almost always taken. She became both feared and
admired for her personal honesty and integrity.

As a side benefit to her new position, Sandi was meeting
all kinds of eligible professional men and other men
successful in their fields. She seemed determined to date
each one of them. The best ones got kissed, and the cream
of the crop got invited to the mansion. The luckiest, and
most discreet one or two, needed the next day off to
recuperate after a night with Sandi. She was thorough in
that area as well.

Sandi made a standing offer to Karin after she had tested
her with that first man she had brought to the mansion. If
Karin ever took a shine to any of the men she brought home,
all she had to do was call Sandi�s beeper. When it became
obvious that she never would, Sandi suggested that if she
just wanted to scratch the itch, she should call. Sandi
was merely passing time with her dates. Her �Mr. Right�
hadn�t come along yet, but she was damned if she was going
to cloister herself while he took his damn sweet time
catching up to her.

Night after night Sandi listened to Karin sobbing herself
to sleep. Her heart went out to the younger woman. When
she couldn�t stand it any longer, she would go in and
comfort Karin. It always began innocently, just sitting by
her on the bed, stroking her hair. Somewhere along the
line, soft lips would wipe away an errant tear, then linger
on the hot damp flesh, cooling the fevered brow. A slight
readjustment of her legs for comfort, swinging them up on
the bed to lie beside the sobbing girl, would eventually
lead to a hot session in bed together that would leave both
of them gasping for air. It was stimulating, fulfilling,
but both of them knew it was not the answer. This, too,
was just a pastime.

Lately, on quiet nights, Sandi heard soft moaning followed
by sobs coming from Karin�s room. This was a new twist.
Her curiosity getting the best of her, she peeked in on
Karin to watch a fascinating show. Karin was tying herself
up, just as she had done when she lived in the apartment.
It appeared she was becoming more and more frustrated with
the inability of the process to satisfy her. It was the
only thing she could do, though, to bring back those
feelings she had experienced with Sam.

She would tie her legs together at the ankles, calves,
knees and midthighs. Sandi was frightened at how tightly
she bound each thick rope. Tight cords d every
movement of her tits. A wicked looking rope with strategic
knots went between her legs, hard into her crotch. This
was cinched up and held by a wide heavy leather belt around
her waist. Karen would then get her hands tied with the
safety knot and began flexing her hips to stimulate
herself. She tried herd to make herself cum, but knowing
her hands were loose was too much of a distraction to let
herself go. She burst out crying, sobs wracking her slim
frame.

Sandi walked in on her and sat beside her on the bed. "Can
I help?" she asked softly

Karin looked up at her in misery. She wasn't embarrassed
at the situation, just terribly frustrated. "My hands. I
have to leave my hands loose."

Sandi didn't understand.

Karin tried to explain to Sandi that it was the feeling of
total helplessness that was the turn on. She could relax
into it, let everything go. It was that freedom that
brought on her explosive climaxes. But when she had to
leave an �out� it wasn�t the same. She couldn�t struggle
too hard, or her hands would come loose.

Sandi didn't understand the feeling of total helplessness,
having never let go of the control in her relationships,
but she understood the request. "I'll be right back," she
said.

She came back several minutes later with her hands behind
her back. She walked over to the bound girl and backed up
to the nightstand by Karin�s bed. She set several items on
it, just out of sight.

"Lift your head."

Karin craned her head forward.

Sandi slipped a blindfold over her eyes and settled it in
place. "Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Good." Next Sandi took one of the Teflon� slipties the
police corps used instead of handcuffs and fastened Karin's
hands to the bedpost. Karin had to stretch to keep the
thin plastic bands from digging into her delicate skin.
The stain tensed every muscle in her body. She was
quivering as she waited for Sandi�s next move.

Sandi bent and smoothed Karin�s hair back into a lovely fan
on the pillow. She tenderly stroked her cheek. "Better?"

Tears moistened the blindfold. Karin just nodded her head,
not trusting herself to speak.

"Planning to have some fun then?"

Karen gave her another blind nod, a curious wrinkle on her
forehead at the strange question. Of course, she was going
to have some fun!

Sandi touched her fingertips to Karen�s lips. When she
opened her mouth to kiss and lick them, Sandi gently urged
her mouth open. When she was lying there like a
suffocating blowfish, Sandi stripped off her own damp
panties and stuffed them in Karin's mouth.

"Then that should help to keep the noise down!" she said
softly. "Sleep tight, Karin."

She flipped the light off as she left, leaving the door
between their rooms wide open. She listened hard for any
signs of distress, but all she heard were the sounds of the
bedsprings working hard into the night. She didn�t
remember when she got to sleep, but she did remember
becoming more and more excited and frigging her own clit to
a thunderous explosion that left her drained. Until the
rising tide from the next room would sweep over her once
more and carry her along in its swift current.

Sandi got up early the next morning, exhausted. She went
into Karin�s room and cut the tight unforgiving plastic
band. She made a note to herself to get something less
punitive to use. As she rubbed the dark red skin of her
wrists, she saw that Karin's face was totally relaxed and
at ease in her sound sleep. Sandi studied her face
closely. "I'm going to have to give this a try," she
thought to herself, "soon."

'Soon' came a few weeks later. Sandi dropped hints to
Karin, oblique at first, then becoming more pointed. She
couldn�t bring herself to just come out and ask, though.
She became more of an active participant in the bondage
sessions as she tied Karin in various positions, asking
leading questions about this piece of leather and that type
of rope, even offering a few delicious suggestions of her
own. Karin never took the hints. In her mind, Sandi
wasn�t bent that way. That she helped her out was nice,
nothing more.

One night Sandi couldn�t take it any longer. She had
listened to the ecstasy in the next room long enough. She
came striding into Karin's room with an armful of ropes,
her eyes purposeful.

Karin looked at her curiously. "Not tonight, Sandi." She
giggled, "I don't have a headache."

"These aren't for you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh.� She sounded puzzled. Then the light went off.
�OOOOOhhhhh. Sandi! I'm surprised at you." She got up
off the bed, walking towards her friend.

"Will you help me, uh, do it?"

"But of course!� She took the huge bundle of equipment
from her. She grinned wryly as she saw a bit of everything
included in the tangled mess. Karin leveled her gaze at
her only good friend. �Sandi, are you sure you want to do
this?"

"Yes � no � yes. Oh hell! Yes, damn it, I�ve got to try
it. Once, anyway."

"With pain?"

"Yes. No. Yes. No. A little? Maybe?"

Karin laughed at her softly, then hugged her tightly. "OK.
Just a little. We�ll see how it goes." She had never seen
her friend so indecisive or afraid. Fear was good, she
knew. It helped get the adrenaline flowing, the heart
pumping and the pussy and asshole clenching for dear life
itself.

Sandi, not used to the submissive role, started to tell
Karin what to do and how she thought it should be done.
She was describing an elaborate bondage scene that made
Karin's head spin. Finally, Karin walked over to her and
kissed her mouth to shut her up.

"Not tonight, babe. You're along for the ride!"

Karin slipped her panties off her own ass and stuffed them
into Sandi's mouth, just as Sandi had done to her each time
she had tied Karin up. Sandi bridled at that at first then
nodded her assent. Turn about, and all that. Still, it
rankled her that Karin wouldn�t listen to her ideas.

Karin took the gagged police inspector and led her back
into her own bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the
large room and looked around as if for the first time. She
like what she saw. She nodded to herself; there were lots
of possibilities.

First, however, she had to prepare the victim. She
grinned. She bet herself that no one had ever thought of
Sandra Billings as a �victim.� She went over to Sandi and
tied a rope around the gag to keep it in. "Don't want any
loud noises to disturb the neighbors." She pinched Sandi
hard on the ass. When she still heard a squeal coming from
behind the panty gag, she retied the rope, this time with
a knot centered over her mouth and made it tighter around
her neck. The next pinch induced squeal could hardly be
heard, even though this one had been to an erect nipple.
Sandi glared at her, tempted to back out.

Before she could change her mind, Karin took one end of a
long cord and tied Sandi's hands together in front of her.
Taking the loose end, she looped it over the upper crossbar
of the four poster canopied bed. Pulling down on the end
of the rope raised Sandi's hands above her head. Karin
pulled until Sandi was on her tiptoes. She tied the cord
off on the corner post.

"Bingo, girlie! You're all mine now!"

Sandi struggled against the rope and discovered she was
indeed caught tight in the simple bondage. She could kick
out with her foot, but that would mean losing her balance.
Karin would be able to dodge her kicks easily, and the rope
would dig in harshly around her wrists. Her heart pounded
in her chest as she analyzed her situation. She turned her
head to watch the crazy woman looking over her service
gear. A flicker of fear showed in her eyes as she watched
Karin advance toward her, holding an extremely sharp knife.

Calm flooded Karin. She suddenly knew what she wanted her
dearest friend to experience. It had been the wicked
looking knife that had inspired her. She was going to
scare the shit out of her, pumping her so full of
adrenaline that even all the jaded acts she had witnessed
in her police career would not be able to dull her climax.
It was a daring plan, but the equipment was there, the time
was right, and she felt she could do it.

She sidled up to the wideeyed woman. She let herself go a
little crazy, rubbing against her taut form with her
breasts, her eyes never leaving Sandi�s. She fed off the
panic she saw building in them. Sandi didn�t know if Karin
was sane or not, now. Slowly sliding the knife up inside
Sandi's shirt, she pressed the blade up against the soft
flesh of her tits. Her sigh was so sinister, she scared
herself, a little. Sandi was visibly shaken.

Karin was careful to keep the sharp edge of the blade away
from the ivory skin, but the cold sharp steel had the
desired effect. Karin pressed the flat tip of the blade
first against one startled nipple and then the other,
making urgent, dangerous love to the erectile tissues until
they rose hard above the surface of her breast. The
flicker of fear in Sandi�s eyes became a flame, burning hot
in the bound woman. A stray tear escaped and ran down her
cheek.

Karin moved the sharp edge of the knife up to Sandi�s neck.
She paused there for effect, fascinated with the rapid
pulse she could see in each of the carotid arteries. She
tapped each one with the flat of the blade. She could have
sworn Sandi had peed her pants when she did that. Karin
was panting now, her ragged breathing adding to her crazy
image. With a single cut to each side, she sliced through
the shoulder straps of her skimpy nightgown, drawing the
sharp point purposefully, but carefully across the soft
white flesh as she went. A thin red line appeared in the
creamy flesh along the wandering trail of the knifepoint.
She pulled the strapless gown down around to Sandi's feet
and left it there. The flame in Sandi's eyes was now a
forest fire. Her bared chest was heaving. She was way
past having second thoughts.

The crazed look in Karin's eyes didn't reassure her at all.
She looked like a woman possessed. She began screaming
frantically behind the gag as Karin fixated on her tits,
circling them with the point of the knife, leaving long
painful red lines all over them. This wasn�t a game any
more. She knew only too well how sharp that knife was.

She breathed easier when Karin dropped the knife on the
floor, relief flooding her. But that was a mistake.
Karin�s eyes never left her defenseless tits. She was
coming closer....

Sandi's tits were completely at her mercy for the first
time. Karin had sucked and licked them before when that
had satisfied each other, but it was always when it was a
give and take situation. Now, with Sandi bound, she could
do anything to them she wanted. Sandi couldn�t stop her,
couldn�t get back. She gave it all to Sandi unselfishly.

Sandi, sucked into the initial tenderness of Karin�s
approach after she dropped the knife, let herself go. She
groaned behind the gag, and ground her pantied loins into
Karin�s thigh. Karin avoided her urgent hints and focused
on the large mammaries. Sandi's breasts had never been so
stimulated. They were caressed, sucked, squeezed, fondled,
pinched, mauled, bitten and slapped.

Sandi loved it all. The radical swings from gentle to
harsh, from crazy to sane kept her off balance. She didn't
know what was coming. She couldn't control what was going
to happen next. It was a new experience for her, and not
one she was sure she liked. But Karin was persistent,
leading her to the edge of her climax, then gently leading
her away. Over and over, using her mouth, teeth, tongue,
hands, fingers and her long blond hair, she focused Sandi�s
entire being on her two tits. Never had Sandi been so
aroused or her boobs so sensitive. She would climb up and
then slide back down, then higher, and back down. Over and
over, Karin slowly worked the control from her mental grasp
until she was trusting Karin with her sexual need.

As she began to trust Karin with her sexuality, with her
intimate arousal, with her very life it seemed, she
realized the attraction of being controlled. It was a
tremendous sexual high. It was addictive. Although she
was climaxing almost constantly now, her cums never seemed
to fully release the tension. Each kneeknocking explosion
just took her to another level of anticipation. Another
notch on the neverending ratchet to a lifechanging
orgasm.

It lasted for what seemed like hours to Sandi, or maybe
just a moment. She actually came when Karin slapped her
boobs. All four times. She was breathing hard and fast as
she helplessly watched the young girl draw back her arm and
slap her sensitive tits with her open palm. She held her
chest out for more and more and more. And she came and
came and came with each hard slap. There really was
something to this pain thing.

When she slipped off her panties, Sandi didn't know what to
expect next. But it was nothing short of awesome. Karin
had become very proficient in the art of cunilinguis over
the past months and she used all her talents now. Sandi
was sucking air through her dilated nostrils, exhausted
before the fun even started.

Karin loosened the rope holding Sandi�s hands up over her
head and brought her around to the foot of the bed, so that
she was facing the headboard. She took a rope and tied it
around one ankle, then tied that rope to the bedpost. The
other ankle was tied to the other post. Karin pulled the
ropes as tight as possible. Sandi was spread as wide as
she could be.

Karin bent Sandi over the waist high bar at the top of the
footboard and pulled the long cord tied around her hands up
to the headboard and tied it off. She pulled on the rope
until Sandi�s torso was stretched taut parallel to the
mattress, her breasts swaying heavily as she tried to catch
her breath and recover. Sandi never once considered
struggling to get free. She had surrendered her will to
Karin.

The nightstand beside the bed held Sandi's favorite plastic
partners and Karin teased her cunt with the largest one
maliciously before slowly inserting it into her fully and
turning it on. Sandi began lurching and screaming into the
gag almost immediately. It was as if she had never
experienced the feeling of a vibrator before, and she was
on Radio Shack�s Preferred Customer list. She was going
crazy and she couldn't stop it. She didn't want to.

A sharp slap sounded, shaking her from her erotic vacation.
There was almost absolute silence. The only noise was the
muffled sound of the vibrator.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF, came from the bound detective, as the
pain blossomed in her overloaded brain. Nerves shorted
out. She saw flavors and tasted the metallic edges of
pain. Fear gripped her once more, then pleasure wiped all
else from her mind. First a flash of pain, then the flood
of pleasure whipsawed her mental state to mush as she
experienced her first whipping.

Karin watched the bright red stripes appear on the perfect
moonshaped ass. She held the thin belt from a summer
dress in her hand, the metal clasp held firmly in her hand.
The supple leather wasn�t stiff enough to do much damage,
but to the untrained skin in front of her, she could only
imagine the agony it brought.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Sandi was frantic in her efforts to free herself, but Karin
was watching her cunt intently. It was flowing freely now,
almost gushing out with each stripe she delivered to that
weaving target. She continued to beat on the helpless
detective. She was relentless, merciless with her harsh
caresses. At about the twelfth stroke she noticed a
radical change in Sandi's behavior. Her ass no longer
twisted to get away from the punishing belt, but she was
now pushing it out to meet it. Her frantic screaming had
lessened to an animalistic orgasmic howl from deep within
her soul. Karin recognized the sounds of true sexual
release, of true freedom.

Karin grinned. Her friend was realizing the wonders of
pain and pleasure, combined with total helplessness. She
was wound up about as tight as Karin could get her. It
made her wet just thinking about the super climax that
Sandi was going to have in just a few more moments. She
wasn't jealous, just happy for her friend.

The raised ass in front of her was a deep red from the
lashing. Karin had gradually worked from the top of her
ass downwards and the last strokes had terrorized the
exposed slit with punishing contact. It pooched out from
between the widespread legs, begging for attention. As it
had lashed across her labia, the belt had pounded the butt
of the plastic vibrator deep into the mouth of her uterus.
Sandi stiffened as she suffered this new experience. No
man had reached so deep inside her.

Karin stepped up behind her bound lover. She traced the
crimson stripes of her own design with her sharp
fingernail. The light touch on the sensitized skin felt
like a branding iron to Sandi. She felt the plastic dildo
being pulled out of her twat. She felt abandoned empty
without it�s filling presence.

She sobbed uncontrollably. She was broken, beaten. She
would do anything, suffer anything for her lover. This
girl, this na�ve, innocent, devious, adorable, young
country girl had broken the sexual will of this
sophisticated, worldly, experienced detective with a simple
rope trick.

Sandi didn't notice or react when Karin placed the tip of
the large vibrator against the virginal anal ring. It
never occurred to her that Karin would attempt to penetrate
that opening. For all her supposed experience, Sandi had
never taken it up the ass. None of her male suitors had
dared suggest it, nor probed it with their finger. Hell,
she carried a gun and knew how to use it.

The beating had numbed and relaxed her anal muscles. Each
stinging blow had caused a clenching of the sphincter and
the poor thing was just plain tired. The smooth tip of the
plastic probe slipped past the tired sentinel with ease,
unnoticed by the delirious woman.

When Karin switched the vibrator on full speed, Sandi
jerked in her bonds as if electrocuted. Karin applied a
firm pressure and the thick shaft slid up her back chute,
stuffing her in a most unfamiliar manner. Unfamiliar, butt
not entirely unpleasant.

Sandi babbled behind the gag. Her words, if not muffled,
would have been totally incoherent, anyway. Karin
monitored her progress carefully and pushed her just a
little higher. She worked the dildo in and out of the
clasping orifice. With each inward thrust she could feel
Sandi�s rectum accepting the shaft, until finally it felt
as if she were sucking it into herself.

Karin stood up. She swung the thin belt she had used
before in a firm, but not too harsh, arc and caught her
right breast on the right side, down around the bottom
swells. The end of the belt curled around the resilient
orb and slapped into the tender flesh in the deep valley
between the two mounds. Sandi was beyond caring. She
noted the new source of pain in her subconscious memory and
surrendered to the mounting tension in her cunt. She
didn't care anymore about anything except the coming
release of sexual tension within her. Further battering of
her breasts left them striped like red and white round
hemispheres. The last two stripes crossed each erect
nipple.

Karin watched her friend struggle towards her erotic
conclusion. She hesitated to finish her off the way she
wanted to. Sandi would never have agreed to this if she
had known ahead of time. Which was a very good reason why
she was tied down and gagged.

She took a deep breath to calm her own excitement. This
side of the ropes was good, to, but not as good as the
other for Karin. She carefully measured her swing. She
took a practice swing. It couldn�t be too hard or it would
injure the delicate tissues, but too soft wouldn�t be
enough of a shock to push her over the precipice. She took
another practice swing. That was about right, but it was
still a guess. This was her first time on this end of the
whip. She took a deep breath and held it.

SNAP!

Karin held her breath still, waiting.

Sandi went motionless for several seconds. Rigid.

Karin's heart sank. It had been too hard! Oh, damn! She
started to rush to her friend's side when Sandi began to
vibrate, twitching from her toenails to her hair follicles.
The vibration became a shudder. The whole bed began to
shake with the force of her cum.

Karin quickly applied another blow to the seared tender
flesh of Sandi's cunt, bringing the blow up from underneath
to slap the entire surface area of the intimate area. This
tissue was not intended to take this kind of abuse and the
second shock to her system pushed Sandi faster down the
slippery slope of orgasmic ecstasy. The tip of the belt
had flattened the throbbing exposed clit. Sandi�s system
went on overload.

The second blow had been enough. Sandi fainted dead away,
although her body continued to shake and spasm in orgasm
for minutes after she was unconscious. It was a release
she sorely needed. She would never again scoff at those
who gravitated towards bondage and pain for their sexual
preferences.

Karin carefully untied her unconscious friend. She eased
the dildo from her sucking ass and wiped the plastic shaft
clean with a damp cloth. She laid her gently on the bed
and went into the bathroom to draw a steaming hot bath.

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Marigold, Part 3 by Vulgar Argot (NC, MF, Oral)

(Author's Note: This is the sort of erotica I've always wanted to read,
but so rarely see. It is the DS half of BDSM without the bondage or
masochism. It is non-consensual without involving physically much in the
way of forceful rape. As a warning to the reader, this installment
includes sexual activities, but no actual sex. Of course, people who are
looking for a quick payoff have probably lost interest by now.)

Marigold sleepwalked through Bible study with her stepfather that night.
It was one of St. Paul's many letters exhorting one of the lesser tribes
on how to keep their women in line. When Jonas had first married her
mother, more than ten years ago, Marigold had enjoyed the lessons, three
times a week. It was like a secret language that she and Jonas had just
between them. Her mother had never been much more than a fair-weather
Christian before she'd met the ex-seminarian. And, while she did now
attend church every week with them and pepper her speech with religious
references, she never joined them in study, seemingly content to leave any
actual contemplation of the religion to her husband and daughter.

In the beginning, the readings had mostly been either reflections on
God's grace or exhortations to general good behavior. But, in the last
couple of years, he seemed to get a specific goal in mind. A decade of
marriage had failed to produce the heir he'd left the seminary to produce.
Instead, he focused on moulding Marigold into a good Christian wife for the
man who would inherit Jonas's estate. His verse selection and
interpretation had become increasingly traditional, sometimes verging on
misogyny. But, fortunately, he encouraged debate and argument, seemed to
revel in it. Tonight, though, she just sleepwalked through the lesson,
giving Jonas exactly the interpretation she knew he would have. If he
noticed she was anxious to get through the message and away, he said
nothing and even seemed rather impressed with her understanding of the
passage.

As soon as she found the water temperature to her liking, she turned the
water pressure up as high as it would go and positioned herself underneath
it. Even more than an hour later, she could still feel where she had been
touched and kissed. The excitement was still there as a low buzz. The
water immediately started to arouse her again. She stepped back and forth,
trying to get the right position, but the angle was wrong and the pleasure
wouldn't rise much. Finally, furtively, she reached down and spread
herself open a little until the water hit her just so. She shuddered at
the intensity of it and flinched away, pulling her hand back as if burned.
But, a few seconds later, she reached down again and felt the water running
over her sensitive clit.

The sensation was intense. She had justified using her hand for
positioning as she, strictly speaking, was not masturbating with it. But,
as the pleasure rose and fell, each time stopping just short of driving her
to orgasm, she discovered that she didn't care. Once she committed her
fingers to the task, she came quickly and intensely, he whole body quaking
with the pleasure of it. She almost fell then, her knees buckling.
Instead, she decided that it would be wiser to sit down. Adjusting the
head again, she sat down, positioning herself under the stream and stroking
her own clit, trying to imitate what Thule had done with his tongue.

She lost all track of time until a sharp rapping came from the bathroom
door, "Marigold, honey," said Jonas from the other side, "Are you all right
in there? Did you fall asleep?"

She fought to keep her voice steady. Between the pleasure and fear of
discovery, she was unable to keep a quaver out of it, "What? Yeah. I'm
all right. Thank you, Sir."

"Get some sleep," Jonas said, "you promised to be at the bake sale
tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," she called more clearly. Standing on shaky legs, she
wrapped herself in a big, thick towel, stumbled into her bedroom, and fell
into bed, wanting just a minute to rest before she got dressed for bed.

She woke in the absolute stillness of pre-dawn. Her hair was still wet
and the towel had unwrapped itself, leaving her naked in the moonlight.
Her hand still lay between her thighs, feeling her own warmth. Before she
even awoke, she had begun langorously touching herself again. Now fully
awake, she recoiled, pulling her hand away as if burned. The pleasure
receded quickly into panic. For the first time, she understood the
insidious evil of what she'd been enjoying and her cheeks burned with the
shame of it. When fully aroused, she was downright wanton. Once they got
started, she had wanted Thule to do what he was doing to her, wanted him to
do more. Under the force of the shower nozzle, she hadn't cared whether
what she was doing was right or wrong, only that it felt good. Jonas had
always warned her that sin could worm its way into an incautious heart, but
she'd never understood it before.

As she dragged a comb through her hair, fighting with knots until tears
rolled down both cheeks, she reflected on her own perfidy. It wasn't that
she had never masturbated before. During the summer when she was thirteen,
she had even flirted with atheism. It had been a rough time, ameliorated
by the fact that Jonas supported her through it, never yelled or gotten
angry, as she thought he would. Even if he hadn't been able to look at her
without getting a pained expression, he never raised his voice or
challenged her decision. Everyone around her had been understanding, even
when she experimented with smoking and drinking.

It had, she remembered as she dressed for the day, also been when she
had first experimented with sex. She had given in to Elliot's insistence
that they "do stuff," but apparently not been very good at it. Everything
they tried, they tried only once. When she had tried to show him her
prematurely-burgeoning breasts, he'd shielded his eyes and told her they
made her look like a cow. And, no matter what she had done to his penis,
it had remained flaccid and limp. After she had touched it, he spurned her
for weeks. She'd been absolutely miserable, sure that her life was over.
After crying in her room for days on end, she had informed Jonas that she
wanted to go back to church, where she had seen Elliot again. By the first
week of school, Elliot had declared that they were still boyfriend and
girlfriend and that he intended to marry her. They had never talked about
what happened and Elliot had been a perfect, Christian gentleman ever
since.

Comparably, Thule was a savage. Just because he'd forced her to consent
to what he did didn't make it less of a rape, she decided. Lying in bed,
now fully dressed, she entertained fantasies of turning him in to the
police or turning the tables on him, forcing him to do what she told him,
not that the fantasies got very specific as to what she would tell him to
do. Sleep would not come and, soon, dawn tinged the sky. Giving up on
sleep as a hopeless quest, she got up and went downstairs. Jonas was
already there, sitting in his chair and reading his Bible. He looked up
when she came down.

"You're up early, pumpkin," he said, "Couldn't sleep?"

She shook her head in the negative.

"Anything troubling you?"

She considered it for a moment, but knew that Jonas wouldn't understand.
He would demand that Thule be turned over to the police. He never
understood why Harvard was so important to her. College was meant to make
a girl "well-rounded" for married life. It was a subject they had sparred
over for about a year and danced around ever since.

"No," she lied, "I just couldn't sleep. Would you like me to make
breakfast?"



===

Marigold found herself having trouble staying awake during the bake
sale. Despite the cold metal of the folding chair against the backs of her
legs, she cought herself sliding downward several times. When Jonas
offered her a cup of coffee, she accepted and loaded it with sugar and
milk, although she rarely partook.

She came wide awake, though, when she saw Thule's now-familiar form
ambling easily towards her across the parking lot of the super market in
front of which they'd set up. Once she realized that there was no chance
he was angling for the supermarket itself, her breath caught in her chest.
Was he going to expose her in front of Jonas and two representatives of the
Protestant Women's League? Could he be that cruel?

Before she could speak or decide not to, Jonas said, "Bartholemew, would
you like to buy some cookies?"

"I don't know, Mr. Mercato," Thule answered, smiling, "Do you have any
brownies?"

"With and without nuts," Jonas answered.

Thule considered the offerings, "Hmmm. I think I'll take a half-tray of
the ones without nuts."

The transaction made, Jonas asked, "So, I noticed we still haven't seen
you at church. Still weighing your options?"

"No answers yet," said Thule, "If I do find any answers, what day of the
week do you have services? Is that Thursday?"

"No," said Jonas, "Sundays, Sunday morning." Then, realizing that he was
being put on, he laughed.

Then, Thule turned to Marigold and asked, "By the way, Mari, do you know
if we were expected to read up on pointer math for Monday? I know it was
covered in class, but I wasn't clear if we were going to go into more depth
next week. It's not really on the AP test."

Whatever Marigold's answer, she stammered it out. Thule nodded as if
she'd seen something wise, "OK, thanks. I'll see you in school, Monday,
then. Mr. Mercato, if you have another Wednesday-night Bible study, let
me know. I learned a lot." And, then, he was gone.

Jonas turned to her, "I didn't know you went to school with
Bartholemew."

Her laughter came out a little wan, "I've told you about him before.
He's going to be salutatorian."

A look of realization came over Jonas's face, "Wait. Bartholemew is the
infamous Thule? God's love, Marigold, you make him sound like a demon,
spawned of the pit when you talk about him at school."

"But,"

"Marigold," Jonas said, using his patient voice, "What have I told you
about giving people a chance? Just because Bartholemew's family is poor,
it doesn't mean he's not an outstanding young man. He's got a lot of
ambition and he's a seeker after knowledge. He may not be a believer, but
I expect he'll find his faith eventually. It wouldn't hurt if you spent
some time getting to know him. He could learn from your example. I do
wish he'd cut that hair, though."

Marigold was stunned, "I...uh, yes sir." She couldn't believe that Jonas
was so taken in by Thule or by herself for that matter.



===

By Monday morning, Marigold had formulated a plan. She would do what
Thule asked of her. She had no more of a choice than she had from the very
start. But, she would do no more. And, the next time he forced himself on
her, she would fight the pleasure, remember that she was being violated,
and not play along.

Steeled with her resolve, she grimly ground through Monday morning,
daring him with her mind to try anything, aching for the chance to prove
that she wasn't so easily corrupted. They had all four classes together,
but he never spoke to her. By fourth period, she was starting to wonder if
he'd forgotten their arrangement or lost interest in it. But, her resolve
remained strong. On the lunch line, he stood four people ahead of her, but
didn't look for her, seemingly engrossed in conversation with two others, a
short pimply sophomore whose name she didn't know and a tall junior girl
with oily hair who was equally anonymous to Marigold. He walked off with
them to have lunch at his usual table. Marigold wondered if he just
expected her to trot after him like a little dog. Well, if he did, he had
another thing coming. After waiting to make sure that he was paying her
absolutely no attention, she assumed her normal lunch company.

The topic of conversation was Brianne's prom dress. The inanity of the
conversation soon lulled her into a near-hypnotic state in which she
watched Thule and his friends across the cafeteria. Whatever they were
talking about, it was much more animated and involved than the vagaries of
taffetta. On top of that, the oily-haired girl seemed to be touching Thule
an awful lot, not intimately, but very frequently.

Maybe that was it. Thule was ignoring her because he'd found someone
else to torment. For some reason, the thought did not give her the relief
she was hoping for and she soon discarded it. After all, who would want to
touch a greasy-haired, gangly, long-limbed, geeky slut like that, anyway?

It wasn't until she was leaving the cafeteria that Thule caught up with
her, "Did you have a good lunch?" he asked from behind her. She felt a
frisson when he said it, as if there were a warning in his voice that only
she could hear.

"Yes, thank you," she managed to blurt out before fleeing his presence.

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning. They had all but one class
together. Even when she asked a question in AP programming that she knew
he knew the answer to, he didn't speak up. That evening, she did her
homework in the newspaper office, which she sometimes found more peaceful
than home. She ended up taking a cab home.

Tuesday morning was more of the same. She started to feel like she was
waiting for the other shoe to drop. She wracked her brain for anything
that he might have said that could possibly be construed as an order that
she had failed to carry out. By lunchtime, she was actively jittery,
watching him across the room for any sign that there was something brewing.
She was so engaged that she was unable to even nod and say, "uh-huh" at the
appropriate times.

"Marigold," Brianne said sharply, drawing her out of her reverie, "Jesus
Fucking Christ. What's gotten to you? Are you in love with one of the
geeks or something?"

She knew she had hesitated a second too long, even as she answered, "No.
They just look like they're having a lot more fun over there than we are."

Brianne wrinkled her nose, "Doesn't look like much fun to me. Just a
bunch of nerds talking about nerd stuff. They're probably playing Dungeons
and Daggers or something."

"That's Dungeons and Dragons," said Dawn, one of the barely popular
girls at the table. Marigold winced at her for falling into such an
obvious trap.

"I guess you'd know," Brianne said snottily. Dawn looked like she might
cry.

"Brianne," said Marigold evenly, "You should really shut up."

"I knew it," said Brianne, almost standing in her excitement, "You are
in love. Which one is it? It's that dreg, Thule, isn't it?"

Marigold ignored the red flush rising in her face, "I am not in love
with anyone," she almost shouted, "but I'm tired of sitting with you,
you....hen. I'm going to see what they're talking about."

So saying, she took her tray and marched over to the table Thule sat at.
Halfway there, she realized with horror that they might not want her there
either. It had become clear over the last couple of days that, while the
geeks and the dregs may not be the most desireable clique in the school,
they clearly had their own social structure and customs and she was an
intruder.

"Excuse me," she said in her clearest voice, "may I join you?"

All conversation at the table had stopped on her approach. Every eye
there watched her now.

"Of course," said Thule, "pull up a chair."

She sat down gratefully. Every eye still watched her. People may not
know exactly what was going on, but they knew something momentus was
changing in the social structure of their little school.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation," she said, smiling shyly,
"Please, continue."

"So, Marigold," asked the pimply-faced young man who's name she didn't
know, "who's your favorite Doctor?"

Marigold looked puzzled at the question, "General practitioner or
specialist?"

The silence that followed the question was even deeper than before. She
knew that, somehow, she had missed the point of the question. The
oily-haired girl answered after a long pause, "They're referring to a TV
show called Dr. Who. The main character was played by several different
actors."

"Oh," said Marigold, her eyes suddenly lighting up, "I only saw that
show once. It was a guy with a scarf."

"One more than I ever saw," offered Thule. The table seemed to relax,
as if some rite of passage had been satisfied. She wondered if she would
do so well on the next one.

"Excuse me," said a voice behind her. She turned. Dawn stood there,
looking scared and nervous, "Could I sit here, please?"

"Of course," said Thule again, "pull up a chair."

Before she did, Dawn looked beseechingly at Marigold, as if asking
permission. Marigold gestured, indicating an empty chair across the table.
Looking grateful, Dawn took it.

The rest of the period went quickly. And, despite the fact that she
only understood about one conversation in three, by the end, she felt
genuinely welcome. The only worrisome thing about the interaction was that
Thule didn't seem to treat her differently from anyone else at the table
and still seemed to be favoring oily hair over everyone.

She decided, before the bell rang, that he was playing games with her,
waiting for her guard to be down before he struck. If her resolve was to
remain strong, she needed to demonstrate to him soon that she wasn't the
slut he thought her to be. It took all of her courage, but as they filed
out, following the dictates of the period-ending bell, she said to him, "I
need to stay late tonight to finish the physical layout of this week's
paper."

He nodded, "Right. It comes out on Wednesday."

"I was just thinking that, if you were staying late, too, I might be
able to get a ride."

Thule shrugged, "I wasn't planning on it. But, I could, if you had any
problems with the computers I needed to look at."

She almost said no before she realized that he was giving her an out.
But, she would actually have to ask him to stay, encourage him to take
advantage of her if she wanted him there. Before she could think too hard
about it, she heard herself saying, "Yeah. The print server is really
slow. I don't want to be there all night." It was true. The print server
was always slow.

"Okay," he said. Then, he added, "See you after school, then." She
said, "See you next period," at the same time.

"Right," he said, "next period." Then, he turned and walked in the
opposite direction. If Marigold didn't know better, she'd say he was
actually flustered.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever. She knew that there was
a confrontation coming and it made each minute drag on interminably. By
eighth-period calculus, she was squirming in her seat. Thule stayed after
class, asking the teacher a detailed question. After a moment of realizing
that she was standing and staring, she headed down to the office. As she
walked in, Brianne walked out, an evil smile on her face.

Normally, the office was close to empty on the days physical layout had
to be done. The process smacked too much of real work for most of the
people who came there for resume fodder. But, she'd always believed in
doing her share of the work. When she entered, the only person in the
office was Elliot. He smiled at her and bent down to kiss her on the cheek
when she came up to him.

"Hey, there," she said, "I thought you had football practice today."

"I do," he said, "I just wanted to stop by and say hi."

She turned on the hot wax machine, "Hi. I haven't seen you much the
last couple of weeks."

"I've been real busy," he said, "I was just talking to Brianne. She
says you've been hanging around with Bart Roemer lately. I don't have
anything to be jealous about, do I?"

She knew that she was going to have to break his heart eventually, but
she couldn't do it now. For just a moment, she thought of saying, "No,
we're not doing anything you've shown any interest in," but she suppressed
the urge.

"No," she said, "of course not. It's just that Jonas thinks I can bring
him back to the church. They used to be in Bible study together."

"Ahhh," he said, poking the end of her nose gently with his finger, "I
knew it must be something like that. Just be careful, Marigold. He's not
a good influence. And that name he calls himself sounds like it's demonic
or something."

She nodded, mutely, still stunned by the facility with which she found
herself lying.

"Okay," he said, "I'll see you at the game on Saturday."

"No," she said, remembering her promise, "I can't."

"Oh," he asked, "why not?"

She froze. Her mind was a blank. Why wouldn't she be at the football
game on Saturday? Why had she told him? Half the time, he didn't even
notice she wasn't there.

"I....promised my friend, Dawn, that I would come over and help her
study for finals this weekend."

His face fell a little, "Ah, well," he said, "I guess your studies come
first. Harvard requires sacrifices."

She nodded mutely again, wishing she were better at lying on the spot.

It was almost an hour later when Thule showed up. No one else had shown
up in that time except the janitor, who always came in half an hour after
classes ended to clean the office.

She was standing over the light board, lining up an article piece when
he came up behind her, "Take off your panties," he growled.

Relief flooded into her. He didn't sound angry, only predatory as
usual. Reaching down with both hands, she lifted her skirt and complied.
Before she could pocket the panties, he took them out of her hand.

"So," he whispered in her ear, "what's wrong with the print server?"

Her hands were already moving to comply with what she'd expected him to
ask her to do next when she fully registered the question. Still, he was
looming over her, making it hard to think.

"It's....um," she swallowed, "it's running really slow. It takes like
five minutes to print a page."

He grunted and moved away. When she looked back, he was sitting at the
server.

"There's not much I can do about this. The printer and the print server
are like ten years old. You wouldn't get ten dollars for either of them
anymore. It's a miracle they work at all. I've already stripped everthing
I can off of the system. If it locks up completely, you have to restart
the server and the printer and send the job through again. For a few
hundred dollars, you could add enough RAM to make them a hell of a lot
faster."

She nodded, "Okay. I guess that I should have realized it was something
like that."

"Of course," he said, the menace back in his voice, "We've already had
this exact conversation. So, why did you really want me here tonight?"

"I...needed you to look at the print server," she said, her voice
quavering.

"Oh," he said, "Okay. I should get going, then--unless you needed
something else."

"I," she struggled to think of something to keep him there, without
actually asking him to stay and molest her...so that she could demonstrate
her resolve, "Um, did you ever take the porn off of the file server? That
might be slowing the server down."

"I can if you want," he said, "but, it's not. It's less than two dozen
files."

"What about the Images directory?" she asked, "It's like 80 gigabytes."

He nodded, "It is, but it really is disk images for backup and recovery
purposes, like I said."

"Then, there was no porn on the server until last week?"

He looked up at her, shaking his head in a negative gesture.

"Thule," she said quietly, "I've been meaning to ask. You're always so
meticulous about these servers. I've never seen you leave a file in the
wrong place or fail to secure your own files. Why was there porn on the
server where I could find it?"

He turned the chair to face her, "Do you really want to know the answer
to that?"

She nodded.

"Would you like to sit on my lap while I tell you?"

"Is that an order or a request?"

"When I give you an order, you won't need to ask that question."

"I'd rather stay here, then," she said.

He nodded, "When I first found out that you'd stolen my essay and sent
it to Harvard, I fantasized about using it to discredit you or blackmail
you. But, then, I started to think that maybe you weren't such a bad
person as I thought and I might be a royal bastard for seriously
considering either of those paths. So, when I realized you'd been nosing
around the images folder, trying to get into it, I decided to test you--to
see if you'd have mercy in my situation."

"You set me up?" All the blood had drained from her face.

He nodded, "I set you up. And you demonstrated clearly that, in my
position, you would have no qualms about ruining what I'd worked so hard
for. After that, it was easy for me to punish you for stealing my essay
and all the miserable, little slights that you've been heaping on me and
mine for the last four years. Because I knew you deserved it."

She fell back on cliches, "No one deserves to be raped." she said, her
voice low.

"You keep talking about rape," he said casually, "I haven't raped you,
haven't held you captive, or restrained you, haven't even taken your
precious virginity yet. You've always been free to go."

Her voice was a little louder now, "It's the same thing and you know
it."

He was up out of his chair in one swift motion, his hands grabbing her
and throwing her down on the conference table. His belt buckle was cold
against her bare belly as he dragged her across the table and slammed her
hard against him. She almost screamed, but he slammed a hand over her
mouth. His other hand was up, under her t-shirt, sqeezing her breast hard
and painfully through her sports bra. He thrust against her hard, three or
four times, the cloth of his jeans scraping her roughly. Behind the cloth,
he was rock-hard. She felt tears roll down her cheeks.

And then, he was off of her, standing back a few feet. She looked up,
dazed and dishevelled. She sat up, unsteadily, her whole body shaking,
tears rolling down her cheeks freely now.

"Why did you do that?" she whispered.

His own voice was unsteady, "I'm not raping you, Marigold. I could
have. I could have gotten away with it and, when you looked at me with such
unmitigated glee over the thought of ruining me, I could have enjoyed it,
too. To tell the truth, I'm still tempted to do so. But, I won't. I
promised. I wanted you to see the difference."

This time, she moved quickly, standing up against him and beating her
fists ineffectually on his chest, "You bastard," she yelled, crying freely,
"you scared the hell out of me." He caught her wrists easily, having a much
longer reach. Then, because there was no one else there, she collapsed
against him for comforting. He wrapped his arms around her, comforting
her, planting kisses on top of her head, stroking her hair, whispering her
name to her over and over.

At some point, he picked her up in his arms and carried her back to his
chair, letting her sit in his lap until she had cried herself out. Even
after no more tears came, she sat there a long time, enjoying the warmth
and strength of his arms and wondering if she wasn't officially the most
screwed up person on the planet for doing so.

After a long time, she whispered against his chest, "You're a real
bastard, you know."

"That's not the first time you've told me that," he answered, "but, it
is the last."

"What?" she pushed off against his chest, looking him in the face.

"You are not to call me names again," he said simply, "You will show the
proper respect." There was no mercy in his voice.

She nodded gravely.

"Now," he said, "go clean yourself up. Then, come back here."

She did as she was told. Staring in the mirror, she wondered if he
would still turn her in if she just left. But, even as she asked herself
the question, she knew that it was theoretical. She was going to see this
thing through.

She went back to the office, locking the door behind her. He watched
her.

"Now," he said, "strip. I want to see you completely naked."

"Thule," she asked, keeping her eyes down, "may I finish what I was
doing for the newspaper first? It really does need to be done."

"How much longer will it take?"

"Another half hour," she promised, "I've got everything printed out. I
just need to place it on the pages."

"All right," he said, "but I'm not feeling particularly patient."

She did as she was told, praying that she wouldn't damage any pieces so
badly that she needed to print them again. She managed to get through it,
only affixing two articles in a noticeably crooked manner. As soon as she
could, she turned off the light table and turned back to him.

"Thule," she said, "I'm ready."

"Good," he said, "strip."

"May I keep on my stockings?" she asked, "The carpets in here are not
very clean."

He scowled at her and she thought he might refuse. But, he nodded. She
did as he asked, standing naked before him.

"Come here," he said, holding out his arms, but not rising. She came
into his arms. Pulling her into his lap, he took her head in both hands,
kissing her deeply and passionately on the mouth. A low moan escaped her
throat before she could stop it. Remebering her resolve, she clamped down
on the pleasure. Despite the fact that he was only touching her head and
her lips, the fight against the pleasure became harder and harder as he
continued.

"Stop fighting it," he growled. She looked at him, surprised.

"I'm doing what you told me to do," she protested, "you can't order me
to enjoy it."

"Of course I can," he snarled, his voice raspy, "Enjoy it, dammit."

He kissed her again, not at all tenderly, his hands roaming freely over
her body now. It was an assault on her senses. Taken by surprise, she
moaned again. He pressed the advantage, stroking her seemingly everywhere
at once. She cried out, outraged by her loss of control. He lifted her
off of him, laying her back on the conference table. His lips moved down
from hers, covering her throat, her shoulderblades, her breasts. She was
moaning uncontrollably now, her hips rising and falling of their own
accord. A small part of her mind told her to stop being a whore, but it was
a tiny part and she gave it no heed. God, she decided, must be a big fan
of fucking. She even reveled in the blasphemy of it.

And then his lips were trailing down her stomach and she knew where they
were headed. Wrapping her hands around the back of his head, she pushed it
to its destination. He chuckled against her before driving his tongue
savagely into her, finding her no-so-secret spot. Pleasure hit her not in
waves, but in firebursts, exploding in white lights behind her eyelids.
Thule's assault was now matched by one from within her own, traitorous
body. She cried out, again and again, no longer caring what sound she made.
When he pulled his head away, she tried to hold him there, raw need driving
her hands.

He chuckled, "Easy, Mari. You're going to break my nose if you keep
pushing like that."

She blushed crimson, releasing him, and was rewarded with a passionate
kiss that tasted of what she knew must be her own juices. His hand slid
down between her legs, stroking and teasing her, now. She wrapped her legs
around his torso, impaling herself on his fingers, humping up against them,
instinctively. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her lips raining
little kisses all over his face and head.

When he slid one finger out of her and into her ass, she stiffened up,
her whole body trying to push him out. It was so humiliating. She knew in
the abstract that some people used their asses for such things, but it
struck her as the most depraved thing two people could do. Surely, Thule
didn't want to do that to her. She tried to protest, but he put a finger
to her lips, "No speaking," he said emphatically.

She did as he said, but still struggled against his fingers as they slid
back and forth, one in each hole.

"Relax," he ordered. And, she did, without thinking. His fingers slid
in and out of her quickly. And, before she could tense up again, she was
lost. The pleasure came more intensely now, wave after crashing wave of
it. The world was reduced to those fingers and what they were doing to her.

She wrapped herself around him, only the very edge of her bottom on the
table now. She whimpered, moaned, and gasped as he drove his fingers in
and out of her again and again, "Please," she begged over and over again,
"Please, Thule, Please,"

"Please what, my little flower?" he asked.

"I don't know," she gasped.

"Please stop?" he suggested.

"No," she shook he head emphatically.

"Please do it harder," he offered, demostrating.

"Ungh," she offered, but shook her head again.

"Please what, then?"

"Please," she whispered, "make love to me."

"Here and now?" he asked.

"Yes," she begged.

"He didn't answer for almost a minute. Finally, his voice came back in
a rasp, "No. Not tonight."

"Please," she begged, "please, make love to me."

His hands were off of her then, "No," he rasped, his voice shaking and
raspy. He sat back down, shaking, "Not tonight. Don't ask again."

She sat up and looked at him. She knew, instinctively, that if she
asked again, he would do what she wanted. His breathing was heavy, his
pupils dilated. He was trembling with the effort of not making love to
her. She felt incredibly powerful at that moment.

She stepped down from the table, walking over to him. She put an arm
around his waist, laid her head on his solar plexus and looked up at him.
He smiled uneasily down at her. Slowly, she dropped to her knees, undoing
his belt. As she undid his zipper, his cock practically lunged out at her,
pushing through his briefs. She pulled those down, too, taking his cock
fully into her mouth, licking and sucking it. He back arched and his body
spasmed. From the very start, it was a fight for him not to come instantly
in her mouth. She reveled in having driven him to such a state, now
teasing and licking the cock.

The fight was lost soon. Thick, bitter seed shot into her mouth and
throat. She licked his cock clean and swallowed it all. Then, she lay her
face against his now semi-soft cock, looking up at him and smiling.

He lifted her to her feet, crushing her against him. She reveled in his
arms, nuzzling deeper against him. When she felt his body start to
shudder, she thought he was crying, but it was only deep, silent laughter.
They stood that way for a long time, neither of them moving.

The silence of the ride home this time was one of empathy, not unease.
Marigold was loathe to break it, even for practical matters.

"So," she asked, "What should I pack for this weekend?"

He laughed, "What makes you think I'm going to let you put any clothes
on this weekend?"

"Well," she shrugged, "it would certainly make packing easier." Then,
she lowered her head, "Dear Lord, sometimes I really am shameless."

He took her chin and held her head up, "You have nothing to be ashamed
of."

"I begged you to make love to me and you turned me down," she said, "If
you knew how badly I wanted it, you'd know why I should be ashamed."

"If you knew how close I came to giving you exactly what you wanted,
you'd know you have nothing to be ashamed of," he answered her,
deliberately missing her meaning.

"So," she asked, "no clothes, then?"

"Actually," he said, "We have dinner reservations for Saturday night,
someplace where you'll want to dress up. And, you'll probably want a
swimsuit. I've got a couple of things I have to do while we're...during
the weekend...and you'll have some time to yourself."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"Too many questions, Marigold."

They drove the rest of the way in silence. It wasn't until they were
right outside of her house that she asked, "Thule, can I ask you to do
something for me?"

"You can ask," he said.

"Call me your little flower again?"

"Good night, my little flower," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow in
school."

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Office Games Pt. 5

To his surprise, Brad slept quite well. He woke refreshed and found
himself humming in the shower. He wondered if there was some way that he
could spy on Donna today. Surely, it would be fun to watch her struggle
with his instructions. He still hadn't thought of anything as he drove
into to work and resigned himself to having to enjoy her suffering over the
net when she messaged him around noon. But he did park at the back of the
lot.

After activating the cameras in her office, Brad set out to get the bulk
of his work done this morning. That way, he could more or less do what he
wanted this afternoon and not fall behind on the project. Donna arrived
and he watched her on the screen. She walked past one of the cameras and
he got a good look at what she was wearing. Very, very nice, he thought. A
white, skin tight top with short sleeves and a dress that came to mid
thigh. He was unable to see what she was wearing on her feet, but her legs
looked bare. Ohhh, this was going to be good.

He watched her sit down, take a bottle of water out of her bag and set
it on her desk. The underdesk cam gave him a good shot up her skirt, but
her legs were together and he was unable to see if she was wearing
underwear or not. He forced his gaze away and continued to work. When he
looked up again, he could see that most of the water was gone from the
bottle. Brad smiled.

And so the morning went. He deliberately didn't open his email or ICQ
to ensure that he could concentrate on work. But he did keep an eye on
Donna and it seemed that she was drinking. At around 11, Brad had an evil
thought. What if there was someway to keep her from getting to the parking
lot? Or, at the very least, delay her. And if he intercepted her, she
could hardly claim to be going to the bathroom it was in the opposite
direction from the parking lot! He looked at the underdesk cam and noticed
that her thighs were tightly clenched together. All that liquid was
getting to her. Brad waited until she started to get up then left his
cube.

The fact that he could move so quietly, and that he figured he knew
exactly where she was going, worked in his favor. That, and the fact that
the entrance to the lab was on the way to the back door. Brad almost
smacked into her as she came around the corner, moving quickly and
purposefully toward the exit. He smiled inwardly he had her now.

Brad did manage to get her to talk for almost a minute. But she then
claimed that she needed something out of her car. Obviously he couldn't
hold her up anymore. Damn. He let her go and went on his way. She
scooted out the exit and Brad made the decision to follow her.

It was a back exit, used mainly by employees who parked back there. It
wasn't locked during the day, and he managed to slip out behind her. She
was heading toward the back of the lot quite quickly. Brad didn't think
that she was concentrating on anything but emptying her bladder. He was a
little surprised that she was heading toward the back of the lot there
was only a large fence and a slight down hill between it and a rather major
road. She would be seen if anyone cared to look, but even if someone did,
who would think that a full grown woman would be pissing in a parking lot?
Brad was almost caught as Donna turned to scan the parking lot. He ducked
down and stopped moving. When he thought it was safe, he peeked up and saw
her disappear behind a truck. Brad moved himself over a few rows and,
found a place where he could crouch and get a clear shot at seeing her.

Donna had squatted and pulled up her skirt, but from his angle Brad
couldn't see much except her side. He grinned, thinking that surely,
anyone observing this would think he was acting like a small schoolboy!
Brad heard a hiss and saw a stream of liquid shoot out and begin to puddle.
Donna let out a sigh of relief, urinating for quite a while. When she was
finished, she bounced her butt up and down. Brad could see that there was
piss dripping from her ass, but only some fell off. She gave another
bounce, then stood up and looked around. She apparently saw no one so she
began to make her way inside.

Brad admired the smooth, bare legs of the girl. She had chosen to wear
clogs, and was following his instructions to the letter. He decided to
move around to the front of the building and go in that way otherwise
there was a chance that she'd catch him coming in. That certainly wouldn't
do!

He got back to his desk unseen and decided that he wasn't going to get
anything else done today. Oh, well, he was ahead of schedule anyway. Brad
logged into the cams and took a look. Donna had more water in her bottle,
but that only held his interest for a second. The underdesk cam now had a
clear shot right up her skirt. And she wasn't wearing panties! He longed
to get a tongue in that pussy of hers. He admired the view for a while,
then opened up ICQ. She was on.
need2sub: Good morning, Sir.
Edge: Good morning. I trust things are going well?
need2sub: <giggle> Sort of. i just had to pee.
Edge: Oh? And how did that go?
need2sub: i had to sneak out to the parking lot. i had to go to the
back of the lot and there's a hill with a road at the bottom. i don't
think that anyone saw me though. i was excited and nervous, i mean really,
what excuse could i use if i were caught?
Edge: I see so you would like permission to use a bathroom?
need2sub: NO Sir! i am so excited by this! It wouldn't take much for
me to cum, that's for sure.
Brad glanced at the monitor and saw that she had spread her legs a bit
more and had actually gotten a hand under her skirt. His view was pretty
good and he watch her stroke her sex. Hmmm Donna was living dangerously

now a days.
Edge: Are you asking permission to cum?
need2sub: no Sir. That would be hard because i'm at mh desk.
Edge: "mh desk"? Distracted are we?
need2sub: very Sir. You controlling me this way is very erotic.



Brad leaned back and thought for a moment. Hmmm...

Edge: So, if I understand you, the only reason that you don't want to
cum is because you are at your desk?
need2sub: Do You want me to cum at my desk?
Edge: No. You mentioned that that was too much of a risk to take at
work, but I'll make you a deal.
need2sub: Yes Sir?
Edge: You may cum once toward the end of the afternoon, but you will
have to follow my directions.
need2sub: Why do i think You are going to make this ... interesting?
Edge: Because if it was boring, you'd go off and find someone else to
play with.
need2sub: <blushing> i don't know if i would do that, Sir...

Brad sat back. What an odd thing for her to say.
need2sub: Sir? i need to ask You a question

Brad's heart started hammering...
Edge: You can always ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer.
need2sub: i understand. Sir, my roommate wants me to go out with her
tonight. Sort of a girl's night out.
Edge: And?
need2sub: May i go, Sir?
Once again, Brad was taken by surprise. Her asking that question put
their relationship in a different light. It implied that she was willing
to give him have a lot more commitment then he thought. Or she was telling

him that she wanted more commitment in the relationship.
need2sub: Hello?
Edge: I'm here. I know that we play online and all, but I don't think
that it would be right for me, at this point, to make that kind of call.
It took a moment for her to write back. Brad waited anxiously for her

message.

need2sub: It's true that we play online. Is that the only thing that
You are looking for?

Now it was Brad's turn to think.
need2sub: Sir?
Edge: No. It's not all I'm looking for. But perhaps this is a
discussion that we should have when we're not at work.
need2sub: Yes Sir. So, may i go tonight?
Now there was a hint if ever he heard one. She really wanted his

permission.

Edge: <smiling>I don't see any reason why you shouldn't go. You should
have fun with your roommate. Were ladies planning on bringing anyone home
with you? Or shouldn't I ask.
need2sub: She might, but i don't go in for casual sex.
Edge: Well, go out and have fun. I'll be alright at home. Alone. In
the dark and cold.
need2sub: <giggling> Umm yes Sir. Perhaps i should send over some web
pics of myself and a little story to light up and warm your night?
Edge: Hey, pics and stories are always welcome!
need2sub: As You command, Sir.
Edge: Since you would like my input on what you should do with your
evening you did ask for my input, or did I misunderstand you?
need2sub: i asked for Your permission to go tonight. But if You have
additional suggestions in mind, i would be happy to serve you.
Edge: Hmmm OK. I'll shoot over an email. But for now, I"ll give you
your instructions for this afternoon. Have you eaten yet?
need2sub: no Sir.
Edge: Ok. Tell me, what you are wearing?
need2sub: i have on a short skirt, a skin tight white top, a bra and
clogs.
Edge: Where were you planning on eating?
need2sub: There are several malls in the area. i only go to the close
one, and usually have a salad there.
Brad sat back and thought. There were several malls, but most of the
employees used only one of them because it was so close. But he knew of a
strip mall that had some fast food and Chinese food places as well. Most

people just ordered out from them.


Edge: How thin is your top?
need2sub: <uhoh> Thin Sir, but not very see through.
Edge: And what were you planning to eat for lunch?
need2sub: my usual a salad.
Edge: OK. Here's what I want you to do
... At which point he almost blew it. He almost told her to go to the

Wendy's to get her food. Whew! He'd have to be more careful! ...

Is there a fast food restaurant anywhere near where you can get a salad?
Someplace that you or your coworkers don't go often?
need2sub: Let me think...
need2sub: Yes, i think there are some around.
Edge: Good. When you go out to eat, and you are in your car, I want you
to remove your bra. Then, you will go in and get your salad, to go. You
may not use the drive. Is there a park around or something like that?
need2sub: Yes Sir. There is a park.
Edge: Good. You can go there to eat your salad assuming it's warm
enough out.

Brad knew that it was cool out, but not uncomfortable.
need2sub: Yes Sir, i can do this.
Edge: Ensure that you are in a place where you can been seen by people.
I'm sure that those nipples of yours will be nice and hard and will get a
lot of attention.
need2sub: <blushing> yes Sir. i'm sure that they will be quite
noticeable.
Edge: You are not allow to pee until you get to the park.
need2sub: That might be... difficult Sir. i really have to go now.
Edge: Too bad. Hold it.
need2sub: yes Sir.
Brad looked at the monitor again. The underdesk cam showed her rubbing

her pussy and shifting in her seat quite a bit.

Edge: Now, the last time that you pee before you leave from work you may
masturbate. But I hope that you'll be close to cumming because you are
only allowed to touch your cunt while you are peeing. When you stop, you
must remove your hand from your cunt. Oh yea, please remove the panties
from inside your cunt before you start and gag yourself with them. Put
them back in when you are finished.
need2sub: Oooo Sir! You are cruel!
Edge: Will there be a problem carrying out my instructions?
need2sub: No Sir.
Edge: Good. I'll send you an email detailing what I want you to do
tonight. At some point either today or tomorrow, I want you to write me
an email telling me exactly what happened at lunch and exactly what
happened when you masturbate in the parking lot.
need2sub: Yes Sir. i'll have some time before my roommate gets home to
send you the email, and read Yours.
Edge: OK then enjoy your afternoon.
need2sub: <squirming> i'm sure i will Sir. i hope that You enjoy Yours
also, knowing what You are putting me though.
Edge: Oh, no problem. I'll be thinking of it! Later.
need2sub: until later, Sir.
They signed off, but Brad's eye's were glued to the computer screen
watching her roughly pinch her cunt and clit. In fact, her fat clit was
quite prominent, poking quite far from it's hood. His cock was like steel
as he began to think of things that he could have her do to that wonderful

little organ.

Brad got himself some lunch a quick trip to the mall and calmed down
some. He began to think on their conversation. What was he going to tell
her later? Brad was starting to be a little afraid. He was finding that
he really, really liked her (like was all he would admit to. No way was
falling in love part of his plan). If this were a normal online thing, he
wouldn't be worried, because they'd play for a while and there would only
be a small chance that they'd decide to meet in real life because they
would most likely be geographically far apart. But they weren't far apart.
He was getting to know her not only from a sexual standpoint, but a
professional one as well, and the package was extremely tempting. He was
starting to be more than physically attracted to her. She, of course, had
no way of knowing he knew her as a person. And her request for his
permission to go out threw him for a loop. Donna didn't strike him as
person that would just casually give herself over to someone. Or maybe she
was. After all, he didn't know everything about her, but it did seem out
of character.

He tried to put the topic out of his mind, but it sat there waiting to
pounce if he didn't keep himself distracted. Brad distracted himself by
wondering what he should have her do tonight for her night out. There were
lots of possibilities, but he didn't want to get stuck in the too far, too
fast syndrome. Finally he decided and opened up his email.

need2sub,

Truly there are so MANY possibilities for tonight that it has been hard
to choose. But since you are out to have fun, I don't want to spoil that.

Tonight you should wear the shortest skirt that you have and the highest
heels and thigh highs or stockings and a garter belt. On top you should
wear a button down blouse and no bra. Naturally, you'll keep it unbuttoned
enough that if you are not careful you'll be flashing people.

You may wear a thong pair of panties which you will flash to men and any
woman who looks interested at least once an hour.

Also, when you arrive at where ever you are going, I have another task
for you. I don't know if you'll be able to carry it out, but we'll see.
This is one of those things were a more 'hands on' knowledge of your body
would help me judge. So I'll have to rely on you to decide if this can be
done. Rest assured, if you can't follow through, I will find a suitable
substitute. Now that the disclaimers are out of the way <EG>...

Your task is as follows. You will bring the Tiger Balm with you and
when you arrive you will go into the bathroom and apply it to your clit.
Ensure that you coat the entire clit and under your clit hood, but take
care not to get it anywhere else.

Now, after the first application, you can re apply it as often as once
an hour but no more then 4 times total (including the first time). Your
reward? For each time after the first time, you earn one orgasm per
application (the first time doesn't count).

Finally, during your first trip to the bathroom I want you to put on the
set of nipple nooses that you purchased. From what I've seen of your
nipples, that should make things stand out quite a bit, so to speak. Leave
them on for no less then 10 minutes, but ensure that you make them swell
and don't cut off your circulation.

If you have the time, we'll message over the weekend.

Edge

Brad sat back and thought. The Tiger Balm was an after thought, but he
was interested to see if she'd do it. He'd seen her aroused clit and it
was a quite large. Perfect for sucking, stroking or rougher play. He
found himself lost in the fantasy for a moment before a coworker came in
to speak with him. When the conversation was finished, he activated the
cams in Donna's cube. She was back and when he focused on her upper body,
he could easily see her nipples. Had she not put her bra back on? He
thought back to their messaging surely he hadn't forgotten to tell her to
put the bra back on! Surely she understood that it was only for the lunch
hour. Shit! She said she wasn't going to take chances at work not that
it was a big chance, but those large nipples were going to get some notice.
He sighed. It just never occurred to him that she wouldn't put the damn
thing back on for work. Well, this was a getting to know each other sort
of phase.

He alternated between watching the cams and doing work until he realized
that he'd run three compiles on code that he hadn't changed at all. That
was another thing. This little game was getting quite distracting as his
interest in Donna increased. He glanced up at the monitors again and saw
that she was gone and looked up just in time to see her appear at his
doorway.

Ohhh boy. This was going to be interesting. Keeping his eyes off her
very evident nipples was almost impossible as they made small talk. She
didn't even have a technical question for him, she was just being friendly.
His large cock was quite hard, as he remembered that, at his orders, she
wasn't wearing underwear at least in the conventional sense. She came
further into his cube and sat down facing him, her legs demurely closed,
and he started to sweat. Once again her scent, sharper then usual, was
quite evident. He idly wondered how she was hiding it from other people
that she had to speak with. Of course, she could spend a lot of time
hiding in her cube for the day, with very few visitors.

After about ten minutes of agony, for him, the conversation ended and
she flashed him a wide, sexy smile and left. Apparently she almost walked
into someone as she rounded the corner because he hear two people muttering
excuse me's. Then he heard who ever it was try to engage her in small
talk, and listened as she quickly disengaged from the conversation. He
wasn't sure until the person popped his head around the corner with a
hello, who it was.

It was Eric, the one of the hot shot fast trackers. Brad liked him, and
he certainly was the darling of many of the single girls around here. He
knew that Eric had no trouble getting dates around here. They talked shop
for a few, then Eric brought up Donna, saying that she was one, very hot
woman and had Brad seen what she looked like today. Brad just looked at
him until Eric realized that he'd almost run the girl down as she was
coming out of Brad's cube. They laughed and Brad agreed that Donna was
looking quite good today. Eric said that he thought she had a boyfriend
because he couldn't even get the time of day from her. Oh, she was
pleasant enough, but she had gently turned down even a casual request for
lunch, never mind his out and out dinner invitation. Brad was surprised as
he had heard Donna chatting with the other girls, going on as much as they
about how hot Eric was.

Eric left and Brad checked the monitor again. It was getting near
quitting time and he wanted a few nice looks at Donna for the weekend. She
wasn't there. His heart suddenly pounded and he wondered if she was out in
the parking lot. He got up and headed toward that door and had almost
reached it when it opened and Donna walked in. Brad made like he was
heading toward the lab, but she cut him off.

Brad was now VERY uncomfortable because it was obvious that the woman
was aroused. Very aroused. Her nipples were tenting the material of her
thin shirt and she smelled like she was really ready to fuck. That was the
only way to put it, especially when he looked at her face. It was flushed
a bit, but the glow coming from it was an unmistakable cumfuckme glow.
Brad caught his breath and realized that he needed to keep tight control of
himself. At this point, an erection would be very noticeable. Years of
being a Dom and knowing when and how he should hide his arousal during a
scene was the only that saved him. In fact, he slipped almost completely
into Dom mode.

She actually looked like she was once again going to stop and speak to
him, but she looked at his face, hesitated, blushed a furious red, and
walked around him. As she did, she muttered an excuse me, and kept going.
Brad took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, just knowing that
disaster had only been narrowly averted. He looked at his watch close
enough! He was gathering his things and getting out of here A.S.A.P.!

The drive home was uncomfortable. This was getting out of hand and if
he didn't get a grip, he was going to blow the whole thing. When he
arrived home, he grabbed a glass of wine and sat down staring blankly at
the T.V. He was in trouble, no doubt about it. He was starting to fall
for this girl and there was no way it was going to work. She was not going
to date a guy almost twice her age! He couldn't imagine the awkwardness
that would result if she found out who he really was.

Finally, he booted up his computer. He would read her email, provided
she'd had time to send it, then figure out what to do tomorrow. He could
sleep in, relax and tinker with some of his toys. He logged into his email
and found one from her. Wow, she must have written it before even leaving
work. Looking at the time stamp confirmed that.

Sir,

Well, thank You once again for turning a boring day at work to something
VERY exciting. Even as i sit here writing to You, my hands are shaking
and my scent is filling the cube. i hope that no one walks in, but many
people are gone, so that shouldn't be a problem. It is Friday, after all.

Lunch was amazing. my bladder was full to bursting by the time i made
it to Wendy's there's one near here. i was afraid that i was going to
loose it right there on the floor of the place! Plus, even though my
panties were inside me, i was starting to feel the slick oil from my sex
seep past my lips. i got a LOT of looks, Sir. i think that my face was
red the entire time, because there was no mistaking my nipples. They were
showing very clearly through my shirt and the cold didn't help! i had to
repeat my order twice because the guy behind the counter couldn't take his
eyes off me. i did finally get it and pay. i almost raced back to the car
and almost wet myself sitting down. By the time i got to the park, i knew
that i wouldn't be able to hold it. When i parked and got out, there were
other cars around, but most of the people were on the benches eating.
While standing, i just spread my legs, pulled up my skirt in the front and
let go. The feeling was amazing.

i walked into the park for a bit, hoping that my thighs would dry and
found a nice bench. There were a lot of people walking by because there
was a little stand there selling papers. i ate my salad and got a ton of
looks. my thighs were wet now, the panties were no longer absorbing
anything. i had to shift around to get my skirt out from under me so that
i didn't leave a wet spot. That was strange because the park bench was
cement and it was rough on my ass. i was in heaven.

i left after a while, and i'm sure that i flashed someone as i got up. i
couldn't believe how horny i was as i drove back to work.



Brad could understand, he had a raging hardon in his hand as he read the
letter.

The rest of the afternoon went well i kept drinking and had to visit
the lot twice more, the last time doing as You had ordered me. But i got a
lot of looks from coworkers as You had not given my permission to put my
bra back on. Well, if nothing else, i got asked out on a date. In case
You're interested, i turned him down, but he's VERY hot and i was VERY
horny. <giggling> Actually, i don't think he could handle me in this state
and i rather think that You could.

i went out and squatted, pulling out my panties. They were absolutely
sopping. i put them in my mouth and they tasted SO good, salty and a
little sweet. In an effort to play with myself as long as i could, i just
dribbled out the pee while i rubbed my clit.

my clit, Sir, is big and quite sensitive, especially after a day like
this. my hips were jerking as my fingers rubbed it and i almost lost
control. Between keeping my flow controlled and balancing myself to keep
from falling into my own puddle of piss, even horny as i was, i couldn't
concentrate enough to cum. i was SO frustrated when i finished that i
would have done almost anything to cum. Except disobey You, Sir. When i
finished, i pulled the panties out of my mouth, and reinserted them. i
was so sensitive that i almost came from that.

When i came back into the building, i opened my email and saw Your note.
It did not help my mental state and it has taken all my will power to sit
here and not play with myself. i don't know if i will be able to follow
Your directions concerning the Tiger Balm. Everything else, i'll be able
to do, but i think that my roommate is going to be giving me some looks! i
will write again before i go out tonight, and i'll be on line to speak with
You tomorrow at some point, unless i get email tomorrow morning giving me a
specific time.

Thank You Sir, for a wonderful day,

need2sub

Brad closed the email and wondered if she'd have time to send off
another before she left for the night. He decided that some food was in
order, and left the computer to cook something. Donna, or rather how he
was beginning to feel about her, was a problem. But Brad spent his days
solving problems of one sort or another, so while he cooked, he relaxed and
started to work out what he was going to do.
Office Games End Part 5

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