Epilogue
Alison Jones had been her boss' sex slave for weeks now.
The poor girl was really torn between what she would rather have: Mr. Hoover's big thick cock to play with frequently, or the freedom of the outside world.
She really did love the man's cock more than anything else she could imagine, but it really was rather monotonous being locked up the cell he kept her in day in and day out.
And, during some sex sessions, her master was really so brutal towards her tender little body. She was only a teenager, after all, not the hardened Times Square slut he treated her like at times.
He was always whipping her or shoving strange items up her pussy or ass as a prelude to sex. She had learned not to deny her boss any of the pleasures he desired.
And during the act of sex itself, he was always so mean! He always pounded into her now-raw pussy with his mammoth cock at such speed and with such power and fury.
At times she had even fallen off the bed during a particularly violent struggle on the bed.
But Alison supposed the outcome was all worth it. To feel her boss' cum exploding deep within her eager cunt was the most sensational feeling the girl had ever experienced in her life.
But if her boss loved her body, and especially if her boss loved her pussy so much, the teenager was hard-pressed to find a reason why he treated her like some sort of prisoner in his correctional facilities.
She was required to spend most of the day in this little cracker box of a room without any windows or any real comforts of home.
She was fed alright. Alison supposed this was to keep her strength up so she could be strong enough to give her boss a really good sex session in bed.
But besides the good food, there really was not much else.
Another girl, Gertrude, had been sharing the room with her when Alison had first been placed there a few weeks ago. The girl was very beautiful, but didn't seem to say much of anything.
She, like Alison, had been Mr. Hoover's secretary at Synteck for a week, then had been taken here. She had been his sex slave for about four months.
Gertrude told Alison horrible stories that made the girl shudder. Horrible, violent acts that had been inflicted on her tender body in the name of love.
Alison didn't really believe many of the girl's stories. She thought the Gertrude just didn't like Alison's hero Mr. Hoover, and wanted to discredit him.
If the man had really done all those awful things to the girl, she would surely have had scars to mark where the acts had occurred.
But Alison had never seen any scars.
Alison and Gertrude shared the cell for a few days, then the girl disappeared one evening and was never heard from again.
Alison supposed Mr. Hoover let the girl go back home. And Alison thought the handsome man had done the right thing.
Gertrude had always talked about the man with such hatred.
Sure, Alison wasn't particularly thrilled with the living arrangements, but she couldn't understand why Gertrude couldn't put up with such discomforts, when she was rewarded a few times a week by getting to feel Mr. Hoover fucking her good and hard.
When Alison had first been locked up, she had gone for training every night with Mr. Hoover and his wonderful body.
Lately, however, the sessions were becoming extremely rare. She was lucky if she got to taste that succulent sperm three times a week!
Alison began wondering if she had done something to offend her boss. She hoped not!
Every session they had, she would try to make up to him for whatever wrongs she might have done without her knowledge. She begged the man to smack her harder and harder if she wanted. She begged her master to stick the biggest dildos he could find up her ass. She begged Mr. Hoover to fill the enema bag with the hottest water, and to use the thickest whips when flogging her body.
But, still, the training sessions were spread further and further apart.
One morning, Alison woke up and was shocked to see that she had a new roommate.
Her new roommate was none other than Miss Goodly from Synteck!
Alison ran over and shook the sleeping woman.
Miss Goodly opened her eyes groggily, then screamed in surprise when she saw the former secretary of the office.
"What are YOU doing here?" she asked in glee. The two girls hugged one another as if they were old school chums.
"Why, I've been a sex slave of Mr. Hoover's for a few weeks, now! And I really do love my master and his beautiful thick cock!"
"Oh, me, too!" Miss Goodly said. "I've been here almost as long as you, now, but was moved Out of my other room into this one! I wonder why?"
"I don't know. I think Mr. Hoover tires of us slaves rather easily!"
"Yes. And then he must send us back home. It happened to the first girl I was staying with."
"I wonder exactly how much longer I will be permitted to stay here and service my master's cock for his pleasure. I hope for a long time!"
But the next morning Miss Goodly woke up and found Alison had gone.