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Date: Wed,  7 Dec 1994 15:21:03 UTC
Subject: Kinara's STORY: "Office"(1/2): mf, mildly nc
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                       "OFFICE SEX" (1/2)
                           By: Kinara in Thorns

WARNING: Contains mildly nc sex.
If you are underage DO NOT READ!


     "Come into my office" my new boss commanded in a tone not to
be ignored.  I got up from my desk quickly, and followed him into
his large inner office.  He closed and locked the door behind me.
     "You are Miss Dren?" he asked, eying me up and down in a
most uncomfortable way.
     "Yes, sir." I answered, trying to keep the tremor out of my
voice.  He nodded.
     "Take this paper and start calling these numbers for
inventory." he said handing me a sheet of paper.  I took it and
started to turn away when he caught my arm.
     "Call them from my phone." his ice blue eyes bore into my
eyes.  "I want you to stand next to the desk and start calling."
     I made my way nervously over to his huge desk with the paper
and picked up the onyx phone.  As I dialed the first number, I
wondered if I was undergoing some sort of test.
     The phone was picked up on the other end, and instead of
hearing a secretary say "OMED Industries, how may I help you?", I
heard, "Master Randy is here, slut."
     I could feel my face redden and I blurted out an apology for
a wrong number, but before I could put the phone back down, Mr
Brand put his huge hand over mine and firmly guided the phone
back to my face.  I was so nervous and dizzy I blurted out
"Hello?"
     The voice came again but this time outloud in the office. Mr
Brand had switched to the speaker phone. 
     
"You will be punished for faking a wrong number, bitch-slave."
     
I was entirely at a loss of what to say.  My mind was a whirl of
confusion.  Why was Mr Brand insisting I make this call?  Did he
know it wasn't OMED Industries, but some obscene sex service?
     Obviously he did, for he pushed a piece of paper at me that
had a credit card number on it.  With a definite tremble in my
voice, I read Randy the number.
     
'Good little cunt." Randy snarled in my ear.  "Now tell me your
name."
     
"Sandra" I said and then cursed myself for giving him my real
name.  I could feel the ominous presence of Mr Brand behind me,
but I dared not look at him.
     
"Sandra...From now on you will be known as my slave.  You are to
do everything I tell you."
     
"Yes..." I said faintly, wishing I could just hang up and
leave...for good.
     
"Ok, slave...I'm going to rip your flimsy clothes off your body
and shove you hard up against a wall...then I'm going to seize
your arms, pull them high over your head, and bind your wrists to
a hook so you'll be vulnerable and defenseless."
     
Despite my acute discomfort, I felt a warm tingle spark across my
clitoris at Randy's crude words.  Then I jumped in fright, for Mr
Brand started to caress my ass through my skirt and panties.
     
"Then I'll attach some clips to your nipples and watch you
squirm...You'll beg me to take them off but instead I'll twist
them around until you scream..." Randy continued.
     
I wanted to tear myself away from Mr Brand's hands, but my fear
kept me rooted to the spot. I was blushing furiously as I felt
his hands move slowly down my ass cheeks, down the backs of my
thighs, down to the bottom and hem of my dress.  Then slowly I
felt him take the bottom of the dress and start to pull it up my
legs.
     
"Well, slave, what do you think so far?" Randy suddenly demanded.
     
"Uh, yes..." I said softly, my breathing starting to quicken. 
Now the skirt was at the base of my ass, and slowly moving up and
over it.  I felt the cool air against my stockinged thighs.
     
"You want my cock, don't you slave."
     
"Yes..." I breathed again.
     
"Then say it!" Randy barked at me.
     
"I...I want your...c c cock." I stammered.
     Now the skirt was all the way above my ass, and I felt rough
hands push my back so I leaned over the desk a bit.  His hands
continued to caress my trembling ass, over my panties.  And I
could feel myself involuntarily getting wet.

"You're such a slut, Slave Sandra...I think I'll have to wind
some twine around your tits so they bulge out.  Then I'll beat
them with my belt until they're so red and bruised, you cry for
mercy..."

     A soft moan escaped my lips as Mr Brand slipped his hands
under the panties and squeezed my firm flesh.  Then he tugged the
panties down, and now my ass was in the open.  I felt the
goosebumps prickle over the exposed skin.

"...And then maybe we'll move on to your dripping cunt.  I'll tie
your legs apart first...wide apart.  So wide that the lips of
your box are spread and easy to get to..."

(continued in part 2). . .     

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