Chapter 9
Mr. Hoover was going to let his come just dry up on her face, Alison realized. Her certainly wasn't making any moves to clean it up, and she was certainly unable to do anything of the sort.
Her naked boss was rummaging around in his bag once again. He pulled out a thick leather dog collar with huge metal studs. A long chain was attached to it.
"Now, Alison, dear, it's time to go walkies!"
He contemplated the bound figure for a second.
"But I suppose I really must remove those ropes from around your gorgeous fits, first. I think they've been taught a good enough lesson!"
Alison almost moaned in relief.
Her boss began untying the thick rope that held her agonized breasts captive. Soon, the rope was laying on the plush black rug.
Alison felt new blood surging through the veins of her tits. It was a strange and slightly painful sensation, but the girl was only glad that her book had been untied! She almost weeped in delight.
And now Mr. Hoover was even untying her hands! She could only assume gleefully that her feet would be next!
Alison was right, of course.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hoover!" she exclaimed, feeling the raw skin around her wrists.
She felt like rushing up and hugging the man for freeing her. But, of course, she didn't do that. The man had been the one who had tied her up in the first place.
And now, God only knew what further tortures awaited her!
Alison, therefore, remained sitting on the chair. Mr. Hoover had picked up the dog collar. It looked like quite a heavy piece of equipment.
"This is for you, Alison," he said, approaching the seated girl.
He placed the leather collar around her neck. He fastened it.
Tightly, of course...
Alison found breathing rather difficult. Why had the man put the collar on the very last notch? She could conceivably suffocate with this damn thing around her neck!
The man was holding onto the attached chain. He suddenly pulled on it brutally, and Alison was flung from the chair.
Her neck had been savagely jerked, and she wondered if she was going to get whiplash during the next training session.
Mr. Hoover began walking swiftly along the floor. He still had the chain in his hand. Alison was dragged across the plush black rug.
"COME ON, BITCH!" the man screamed, jerking the chain savagely. "GET ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES AND CRAWL OR I'LL DRAG YOU ACROSS THE ENTIRE FLOOR!"
Terrified of having her neck snapped in two, Alison did exactly as she was instructed.
The pretty teenager got on her hands and knees and followed her naked boss as if she were a dog.
Her knees were getting rather raw at having to crawl such a long distance so quickly.
But she assumed this discomfort would be minimal compared to what she was soon about to experience.
Mr. Hoover was heading across the dimly-lit room in the direction of the third door-the door they bad not yet entered.
A feeling of dread enveloped the girl as she crawled like an animal across the rug. What would be behind the door to thrill and delight her boss, and to, she assumed, wrack havoc on her bruised and battered body?
One could, only imagine!
"We're going to enter my special chamber, now, Alison. You're a very lucky girl! Few girls have gone this far. But, you have been so very good during your training, that I feel you should be allowed to pass through its hallowed door!"
Alison groveled across the rug until her boss paused at the threshold of his special chamber.
"Good girl. Now, heel!"
Alison felt as if she should have been tossed a doggie biscuit, or something! Really, this was getting quite ludicrous!
And it was certainly very humiliating: creeping around like a dog at the end of a leash, dried come stains on her face! What had she gotten herself into?
But, as Alison always seemed to remember at just the right moment, she had been very bad as of late.
Her scene in the office with Mr. Hoover, then at home with Rhonda, then again in the office with Mr. MacKenzie. She really was a slut!
Perhaps all this punishment really was doing her good!
Well, they still had to enter the special chamber. More punishment was yet to come!
Mr. Hoover pushed open the big black door. Alison shivered as she entered the room on her hands and knees.
This room did not have a carpeted floor. The floor was made of huge grey stones. Almost like large cobblestones. They were cold and hard and clammy to the touch.
The floor was similar to those of a dungeon in an English castle! The walls were the same.
The room was rather small. It, again, was dimly lit, but Alison couldn't tell where the light was coming from. It just seemed to glow.
She glanced around the room. There were huge iron shackles attached to one wall.
Alison swallowed hard. She assumed she would be spread across the wall soon.
She was right.
Mr. Hoover stopped his journey right in front of the shackles.
"Well, Alison, you are going to experience the thrill of being shackled to a wall and whipped into submission! I'm sure you'll find the experience a memorable, if not pleasant one!"
"Mr. Hoover, please," Alison began, terror seizing her entire body. "Enough is enough. I really don't think I can-"
"SHUT UP, SLUT!" the man screamed, smacking her across the face.
Alison should have known better. Maybe she really was a silly bitch! She certainly didn't seem to be learning when to keep her mouth shut!
Alison began crying once again as her boss undid the thick leather collar around her neck.
She was still sniveling when he picked her body up off the floor.
The powerful man lifted her and positioned her on the wall. He held her there with one strong thigh, as his hands lifted her right hand over her head. He placed it between the two semi-circle halves of one of the shackles.
The slender, small hand was locked securely in the cold iron shackle.
The procedure was repeated with Alison's left hand. Soon she was handing from the wall by her hands, whimpering uncontrollably.
The stone wall her back was leaning against was freezing cold, incredibly hard and very, very uncomfortable!
Her arms already ached, and her wrists, still raw from the ropes that had securely bound them before, threatened to begin bleeding.
Mr. Hoover then began to lock the girl's feet securely in place.
She didn't even bother attempting to struggle. She knew she wouldn't be able to break free, and the activity would only make her more exhausted than she already was.
She was tired, frightened, freezing cold and completely miserable.
But she was also, deep down in her subconscious mind, lusting hungrily for the prize at the end of all this torture. When she finally felt Mr. Hoover spurting his love juice deep within her moist hole, she somehow suspected all this anguish would have been worth it.
Perhaps.
Now, however, Mr. Hoover was not fucking her. He was, in fact, choosing a whip from the rather diverse selection in a rack up against the wall.
He wielded a particularly menacing whip in his hand. It seemed to meet with his satisfaction.
"OKAY, BITCH!" he shouted at her suddenly. "THIS IS GOING TO HURT!"
He poised the whip over his handsome head, then lashed forward.
Alison screamed in pain as the heavy leather whip bit into her tender skin.
The man had hit her in the stomach. Spasms of pain wracked her body. He was sure she was bleeding, but was terrified to look down and view the damage.
The excruciating sting of the first lash had barely begun to go away before the violence-crazed man struck again. And again. And again.
Alison let loose scream after blood curling scream. He was ripping her body to shreds! She felt as if every section of her tender soft skin was being pulled to bits by the thick leather whip.
Mr. Hoover was going to whip her to death!
The girl continued to scream, as the man struck forth with even greater power. He was definitely enjoying whipping his little sex slave. This filthy whore deserved every pit of pain she was receiving! It was doing her good!
"TAKE THAT, YOU WHORE!! AND THAT!!" he shouted. He began laughing hysterically as each lash flogged Alison's ravaged body.
Soon, the man was tired with this little game, also. The intensity and frequency of the lashings was reduced, to Alison's relief.
Thank God the man had a short attention span! She looked down at her body, fully expecting to see blood pouring out of huge gashes carved into her creamy white flesh.
But the flogging had felt much worse than it actually was.
There was no blood, but her body was covered with a multitude of angry red welts.
The girl gave a sigh of relief, then suddenly collapsed, unconscious.
Alison awoke from a deep, dreamless slumber. Every inch of her pillaged body ached and throbbed.
She immediately began whimpering again.
She was terrified, cold and in agony.
Where was she?
The trembling girl attempted to get her surroundings in view. She was laying on a huge bed in a darkened room.
When her eyes finally got adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the furniture in the room.
This didn't take much time; there were only two other items of furniture besides the bed: a huge armoire and a particularly ornate dresser.
Some windows were covered with what looked like red velvet curtains.
In bed, she was lying between purple silk sheets. This place resembled some bedroom in a French whorehouse, she realized suddenly.
Just what Mr. Hoover was envisioning Alison to be a filthy whore!
Alison was going to move her aching body across the bed to look out the window, but the door was suddenly flung open.
Mr. Hoover stormed in. He was still totally naked.
His huge cock was at full attention.
"Okay, bitch, your training is through. You did petty good. I would say you're a fully-fledged whore! So, I would say you're ready for my huge cock deep up your pussy, bitch!"
Alison had hungered for this moment for so long, but now she really wondered if she could actually take this man who had so brutally tortured her.
Could a craving for sex really make her submit to such agony and pain? Could she really justify being abused, tortured and humiliated, all for the sake of having this handsome, but cruel man, pumping his dick in her cunt?
It hardly seemed possible. And, suddenly, as Mr. Hoover approached her, his throbbing member lusting for her warmness, it was not possible.
She was not going to let his madman ravage her body, abuse her physically, then turn around and rape her.
The man had entered the bed with her, and was preparing to fondle her with his grubby hands.
Alison was certainly exhausted after the day's activities, but she found a reserve of strength even she was surprised she possessed!
Mr. Hoover was definitely surprised!
The girl stared screaming and kicking, attempting to shove the man from the bed.
Mr. Hoover, however, knew how to handle bitches who acted like this. Many times these sluts tried to resist his advances; they did it because they weren't sure they wanted him. But they always realized, after he overpowered them and was busily pumping away, that they really did want him!
It was a old story and he was used to it.
"NO! NO! MR. HOOVER, GET AWAY FROM ME!" the bitch was screaming. She attempted to claw him with her fingernails.
"YOU WANT IT, BITCH!" he hollered back, smacking her firmly across her face. "THAT'S WHY YOU WERE WILLING TO GO THROUGH ALL THAT TRAINING!"
Alison tried to fight the man some more, but he had a firm grip on her hands. She was unable to move once again.
And she was realizing Mr. Hoover was right.
Alison was definitely getting turned on at being held captive by this virile, muscular hunk of a man!
Suddenly, she was hit by a revelation. She truly did enjoy all the pain and humiliation she had been put through! And she enjoyed it because she knew what it would inevitably lead to! It would lead to the moment she was about to experience in a few minutes.
Mr. Hoover saw a change coming over the girl's face. She was yielding to his advances, he knew. It always happened.
Soon, she would be screaming for more like an alley cat in heat!
"YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME PLEASE!! I WANT IT!! I WANT IT!! FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK OF YOURS!!"
Mr. Hoover was not going to protest!
He stuck the mushroom-shaped head of his cock closer and closer to the girl's moist, watering opening. She was going to enjoy this violation just as much as he was going to!
His cock paused for a second at the entrance, then shoved right in.
Alison could feel the entire length of her boss' thick nine inches make its brutal penetration into her cunt.
She used the muscles she had down there to grip his member tightly and massage it for all it was worth.
God, this girl was tight! What a sweet little pussy, Mr. Hoover thought to himself.
He began plunging deep inside her well of love.
Alison began moving her hips up to meet his thrusts.
Soon, the two were engaged in violent, passionate sex.
Throughout the entire torture process, Alison's cunt had remained untouched. The girl now knew why.
Mr. Hoover wanted his cock to be the only thing that touched the girl up there!
Her nipples still ached from the horrible forks and mousetrap, and her ass still burned from the dildo and enema, and her body was still ravaged with welts from the whippings, but the girl soon forgot all these pains.
Her mind was focusing on pleasure right now.
And that pleasure was being felt right now.
Right between her legs.
"OH, YEAH!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" she screamed like a thing possessed.
Mr. Hoover shoved his meaty member deep within the leathery hole. He could already feel the girl's love juices beginning to flow.
Hell, this girl was shooting forth like a geyser! Maybe he should call her Old Faithful!
Her hands were hysterically clawing at his back in passionate heat.
He thrust in for all he was worth. His hips were bucking back and forth in a blur of speed. His asscheeks were taut, and his back was arched.
Mr. Hoover's eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back in ecstasy.
Alison was gasping and panting like some subhuman animal.
How she wanted this man to explode inside her!
The girl could feel the man's thick cock ravaging the tender lining of her pussy. He was plunging in as if she was unable to feel pain.
But that's just how she liked her fucks-hot, fast, and painful!
"OH, YEAH!! SHOOT YOUR LOAD, MR HOOVER!!!" the sex-crazed girl screamed.
She took each brutal thrust like a champion. She reveled in each moment, loving the feeling of this mammoth he-man violating her with his horse-dick!
The two humping bodies were bathed in sweat. Alison, as rejuvenated as the meaty member had made her, couldn't hold out much longer. It had been a long day, after all!
She began gasping even louder as the plunges continued.
"OH, PLEASE COME!! COME IN ME!! I WANT THAT SWEET STICKY STUFF IN MY HOLE!! Oh, pppllleeaaseee!!" she was moaning, now.
Mr. Hoover was almost ready to reply to her request. This fucking little bitch was certainly going to make him come soon! That tight little twat was grasping his dick with all its might, and he could feel the moist walls up against his plummeting member.
Suddenly, the brawny man knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He was definitely going to shoot his load!
Every muscle in his body seemed to tense, and he felt the come spurting up from what seemed to be his toes!! It shot through his body like a bullet in flight until a huge load finally spewed forth from his throbbing head.
Alison moaned deliriously as she felt load after load of hot, sticky sperm empty deep within her eager cunt.
This was the moment she had been waiting for! And it certainly had been worth the wait!
Mr. Hoover was shooting spurt after spurt of his delicious, creamy love juice deep into her moist hole!
"OH, YEAHHHHHHH!" she moaned.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Mr. Hoover panted, pumping the last of his come into his new sex slave.
His supply was finally depleted.
The boss and his secretary collapsed in one exhausted heap on the rumpled bed sheets.
Soon, the cock inside her damp pussy grew flaccid and slid out.
The panting and gasping that had filled the room moments before had become gentle breathing.
The sweet smell of sex lingered in the air.
Alison fondled her boss' thick head of hair.
"Oh, Mr. Hoover, thank you so much. You are really the most marvelous man I've ever met!"
Such a change from those little boys she used to fool around with! She had just been brutally fucked by a real man! And she had enjoyed every single second of it!
"You know," the teenager began, still overheated by the savage luck she had just been submitted to. "I've been thinking about what you've said about me deserving all this punishment. And I think you're right. I have done some really bad things. And I do deserve to be punished. And you know what?"
"What?" the handsome man asked. He was grinning. This was a typical conversation ...
"I really love the way you punish me!"
"Well, that's very good Alison. Especially since ... well, since ... "
"Since what?"
"Well, I'll tell you something, I'm used to getting what I want. And I want you. I want to luck you. Often. So, I'm afraid you won't be going back to the office. I'm afraid you will have new duties now. You are not my secretary anymore. You are my sex slave, now. And I am your master."
The man stared at the girl with a strange blazing in his eyes. He grabbed the girl's wrists together roughly.
"Do you understand?" he asked her. There was no trace of a smile in his eyes or voice. This man was serious.
Alison gulped nervously.
"I AM YOUR MASTER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH??!!" He slapped the girl across the face,
Alison went flying off the bed. She landed with thump on the hard floor.
"Y-yes, sir ... " she murmured weakly.
Well, maybe the job would have its ups and downs.
But what great fringe benefits!