Chapter 1

"MISS Jones, come in here, please."

Alison jumped when she heard her boss's voice come over the intercom. She was a little afraid of him. He was terribly sexy, but there was something in his manner that made her feel threatened.

She got up from her desk and grabbed her steno pad. She prayed Mr. Hoover didn't want her to take dictation-she was terrible at it.

If Alison only knew ... she hadn't been hired for her secretarial skills.

She was hired for her looks, plain and simple.

To put it succinctly, Alison was gorgeous. Straight out of high school, she had wholesome, all-American looks, like something out of a magazine.

She had long blond hair which drifted down to the nape of her neck.

She had taut firm breasts that didn't require a bra to give them lift and separate-c-although she wore one anyway.

She had a high, tight ass, which just begged for men to pinch it, especially when she wore tight skirts, which was often.

Her face was clean, white, and even though she didn't use cosmetics, there was always a blush in her cheeks. She didn't wear lipstick either-but her lips were rosy red.

Alison was just eighteen years old, and this was her first week on her very first job. She wanted desperately to make good ... otherwise she might have to move back in with her parents.

That was the last thing Alison wanted. She was a big girl now, so she wanted to be free and independent... or at least that's what she thought. That's why she had rented an apartment with her best friend Rhonda. That way the two girls could still be together while living on their own.

But if she lost the job, then she couldn't make the rent. And if she couldn't make the rent, that meant moving back in with boring ol' Ma and Pa.

So she absolutely, positively, could not lose this job.

Alison needn't have worried about losing her job. Her boss, Mr. Hoover, had a much better one mind for her.

Mr. Hoover was the man who had hired Alison. He had taken one look at her while she was filling out her application form, and he knew he had to have her. And Mr. Hoover-Charles Hoover, to be exact-was used to getting what he wanted.

At forty-five he was a self-made man. He had started his own company, Synteck, which sold microchips to big computer companies. Although he never attended college, he had made a fortune.

Along the way up the ladder of life, Mr. Hoover had acquired expensive and exotic tastes. Now that he had made his pile, he enjoyed every pleasure he had been deprived of in earlier, leaner years.

One of those pleasures was collecting beautiful young girls ...

Alison knocked timidly at her boss' door. He always kept the door shut, whether or not he was with somebody.

"Come in," Mr. Hoover responded. She scurried right in.

Alison looked quickly at her boss, then looked away. There was something about him that always embarrassed her and made her blush like a school girl.

Certainly there was nothing in his appearance that was threatening. He was a handsome man, with rugged clean features. He kept himself in shape by working out in the gym.

Still, there was something about him ... an aura of menace ... and sexual power.

"Take a seat, Alison."

Alison sat. When Mr. Hoover told her to do something, she did it, almost without thinking.

Alison's quick obedience did not go unnoticed by Mr. Hoover. This one's a natural, he thought to himself.

"I've been going over your work so far this week," Mr. Hoover said.

"Yes?" Alison responded brightly. She was glad her supervisor took such interest in her work.

"And I must tell you, its bad, very bad." Alison was crushed. She felt the urge to start to cry but struggled to hold back the tears.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure if we could keep you." Now Alison really knew she was going to cry. She sniffled and blinked to keep the droplets from forming.

"Why, look at the typos in this memo you wrote for me."

He waved the offending document in her face. It was covered with red correction marks.

"And today I discovered that you filed the Datablock file under "B" for block."

Mr. Hoover shook his head as if he was deeply sorrowed. Alison felt as if she wanted to crawl inside her skin and die.

There goes the job, she told herself. Along with the rent and the apartment.

Mr. Hoover observed the effects of his words of the young girl.

He was an old hand at playing this game. Alison was not the first young girl he had broken to his will, nor would she be the last.

First you had to get the subject in a state of vulnerability. Then everything else was easy.

He could see Alison was approaching that state just about now.

"Of course, there is a way I could see myself keeping you here."

Mr. Hoover was standing directly behind Alison when he said that. His hands were resting firmly on the back of her chair.

"H-How do you mean?" Alison asked, her voice quivering.

Having her boss right behind her like that gave her the creeps.

"I mean that you are a very beautiful girl," Mr. Hoover said. "And I very much want to fuck you."

At first Alison was too shocked to respond to her boss's crude words. So she just sat there as he began to run his fingers through her hair. Then she got her composure back:

"W-what did you say?"

"I said I wanted to fuck you, Alison dear." Now he was not just running his hands through her hair-he was rubbing his face in it too.

"But Mr. Hoover!"

Alison jumped up out of her chair. Or at least she tried to. Suddenly Mr. Hoover's hands were on both her shoulders, pressing her down. Those hands seemed as strong as steel.

"What's your rush, Alison? You aren't going anywhere."

"Mr. Hoover, I-I can't do that thing with you ... "

"What thing, Alison?" He loved it when they turned shy like this.

"That thing you just said."

"You mean fuck?" He enjoyed the effect the forbidden word had on her. Her body gave a little shudder every time he said it.

"Yes ... "

"Haven't you ever done it before?"

"Well, of course ... " Alison was confused. She shouldn't be talking to her boss like this. It was wrong. Sure she had done it once or twice, just to see what it was like, but it had been no big deal. Now he would think she was some kind of slut.

Mr. Hoover thought nothing of the sort. He thought Alison was a sweet young thing. But by the time he was finished with her, she would be the slut of all times.

He was disappointed that she wasn't a virgin, but he was sure there were still many things that she hadn't tried. He would make sure that she got a complete sexual education.

Mr. Hoover built his empire on the motto that there was no time like the present. So immediately he reached down and grabbed both Alison's fits through her silk blouse.

He squeezed them both, hard, like he was squeezing grape fruit at a supermarket.

"Ohhhhhh!" Alison let out a moan. She was not used to being handled roughly like that. All her previous boyfriends had been perfect gentlemen.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Mr. Hoover had zeroed in on Alison's nipples, giving each a sharp pinch.

This time Alison did leap up. Job or no job, this was going too far. She ran to the door.

It was locked. Mr. Hoover also believed in planning ahead. He had mapped out every stage of his taming of Alison from the beginning.

First a little standard fucking in the office ... just to start off with ... then more interesting combinations.

"You can't leave yet, Alison. Not until I'm through with you."

"I'll scream." Alison's mother had always taught her to scream if she ever got into a situation like this.

Mr. Hoover laughed.

"Scream all you want. The office is soundproof. I never know when I might have to carry out a, uh, confidential meeting." He winked at her.

Alison was horrified. So he did this all the time! How many other girls had he trapped in his office, only to ... she still couldn't bring herself to even think the word.

Mr. Hoover pressed Alison's body against the heavy oak door. He wrapped his arms around her body. He glued his mouth against hers.

Alison could feel Mr. Hoover's tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. She clamped her teeth shut tightly.

But that was not all Alison had to worry about.

His hands had begun to wander. His left hand was back at her fit again, giving it a hard squeeze. His right hand wound around her back, where it began to feel her ass.

Mr. Hoover had been checking out Alison's anatomy all week, although she had been too busy to notice. Now he was enjoying his first free sample of it. And the portions were going to get larger and larger ...

He was going to sample it much more intimately- completely, in fact-by the time he was done.

Alison felt a sexual heat begin to rise between her legs. She knew it was wrong to get turned on like this, like some kind of cheap slut, but part of her enjoyed Mr. Hoover's rude advances. Her pussy began to dampen and pussy juice began to trickle down her thigh.

She had always been quick to be aroused. That was one reason why she stayed away so much from boys. She couldn't trust herself when she was around the male sex. When they began handling her like that, they made her want to do ... terrible things.

"Ohhhhh ... " Alison moaned, this time in sexual arousal, not pain. Her opened mouth provided Mr. Hoover the opportunity he needed to insert his tongue.

His tongue tasted of tobacco and some masculine taste which she couldn't identify but was unquestionably male.

His right hand was under her skirt now and beginning to fondle the front of her plain white cotton panties. They were soaked already.

Christ, Mr. Hoover thought to himself. She's a regular waterfall.

Alison stiffened when she felt her boss put his hand on her cunt-with her panties in the way, of course. All the other men who had fucked her had gotten their hands on her cunt as a prelude to fucking her.

Usually it took them several months, even a year to get that far with her. Mr. Hoover had taken under five minutes.

She knew right then she would have to break away or she would wind up fucking her boss right there in the office. And if that happened, then she wouldn't be able to face herself in the morning.

Steeling up her nerves, she managed to break one arm free and scratched her boss across the cheek with her long nails.

Mr. Hoover jumped back in surprise, releasing her. He felt his cheek. He felt blood. Alison had managed to break the skin.

His surprise turned to anger.

"So, the little bitch wants to play rough, huh?"

Alison realized she was in a worse predicament then she was before. Now she was locked in with a man who was at least three times as strong as her and could probably kill her if he wanted to.

And she had made him angry.

"That's O.K., bitch. I like playing rough."

"No, no, Mr. Hoover. You don't understand. I just want to go."

"It's too late for that, bitch."

"Please, Mr. Hoover, just let me go and I won't say a word about this."

"You won't say a word about this anyway by the time I'm through with you."

By this time, Alison was terrified. She was sure her boss meant to kill her.

Mr. Hoover had no such intentions. He would never kill such a succulent morsel as Alison. Delicious cunts like that were meant, to be preserved and enjoyed.

He reached into the middle drawer of his desk. He took out a shiny pair of steel handcuffs.

"Wh-what's that?" Alison licked her lips, which were suddenly dry.

"What do you think it is? Gee, you are a dumb cunt!"

Alison was deeply mortified. She had never been called cunt in her life before. She was going to have to get used to it.

"Turn around."

Alison stared dumbly at the pair of handcuffs.

"I said turn around, bitch!"

He yanked her around so that she thought her head would fly off. Then he was pulling her right hand upwards till she thought it would break.

"This is how I used to handle prisoners when I was still just a poor ol' security guard."

Alison could feel him snap the cuff around her right wrist. It was cold and tight and cut off the circulation.

He jerked her other arm up, and then both wrists were cuffed together against the small of her back.

It was a terribly uncomfortable position. Her arms were bent at an unnatural angle, and already she could begin to feel them cramping.

"There, now you won't give me any trouble." Mr. Hoover was feeling triumphant. There was nothing like the thrill when he first got one of these bitches under his control. Everything else was almost anti-climactic... not that he didn't enjoy it.

Alison was feeling completely miserable. All she wanted to do was be a secretary, put aside a little money, maybe marry a rich husband some day. Now she was handcuffed in her boss' office and it looked like she was going to be raped.

"Please, Mr. Hoover," she begged. "Don't do this to me."

"Oh, Alison, I couldn't do that. Not when I've spent so much time and effort handcuffing you. Not when you hurt me so much."

He felt his cheek again for emphasis. There was dried blood there.

"I'm sorry," Alison moaned.

"You're going to be a lot sorrier by the time I'm through with you." Mr. Hoover loved making the bitches squirm like this. It turned him on to see them suffer.

"Now then, let me see what I've wanted to see all week long."

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her blouse. With one savage yank he ripped the front of it open.

Buttons went flying everywhere.

Alison's plain white cotton bra was exposed. It was a girl's bra, not a mature woman's. But the tits inside it made up for its plainness.

Alison had spectacular high-pointing tits that practically spilled out of the front of her bra. The fact that her breath was coming in gasps made them seem even huger.

"This has got to go."

Mr. Hoover was a man of his word. When he said something, he did it. He yanked Alison's bra from her.

"Ohhhhhh!" It hurt when the bra came apart. Her two tits sprang into view, jumping up and down from the sudden force.

She had big brown pancake nipples. They immediately began to stiffen in the slightly cooler temperature.

"Ahhhhh!" Mr. Hoover sighed. He sounded like an art critic viewing a masterpiece.

"Beautiful! Just beautiful!"

"And lets see what happens when I supply a little stimuli."

He reached forward and pinched her right nipple as hard as possible.

"Ohhhhhh!"

The nipple got even more stiff and turned an angry red color.

"You see? You are turned on by the pain. I was right about you."

He repeated the procedure with the other nipple. It too got hard and erect.

"Please, Mr. Hoover, I don't like that. I'm not into pain. If you want to just, just fuck"-she forced herself to say the word-"we can do that. But don't hurt me."

"But that is where you are wrong, Alison. Very wrong."

Alison thought her boss was completely nuts, totally bonkers, absolutely crazy. She had heard about women who got turned on by pain-who hadn't?- but she couldn't be one of those. She was a nice girl who every once in a while liked nice sex with a boy she really loved. She couldn't get into anything kinky.

Or could she? She felt her cunt start to flow again. It had dried up when she first scratched her boss. Now it was gushing again like a Texas oil field. And the deep breaths she was taking-was that because of fear, or something else?

"Mmmmmmmm," Mr. Hoover moaned. He took one of Alison's nipples between his lips and began to suck.

"Ahhhhhh," Alison sighed. That did feel nice. If her hands weren't cuffed behind her back, she could begin to enjoy this.

"Ouuuch!" she suddenly cried out. Mr. Hoover had suddenly bared his teeth and chomped down on the nipple with all of his might.

At first Alison thought he had bit the nipple off. She actually looked down at her tits to be sure. The nipple was still there, but it was now beet red and she was sure it would be sore tomorrow.

"Why did you do that?" she complained. "It was just starting to feel nice ... "

"Because I wanted to do it," Mr. Hoover immediately replied. "And you wanted me to do it too."

"That's ridiculous!"

"I'll show you what's ridiculous." So saying, he bit down on her other tit. He actually took the whole edge of the tit in his mouth and bit down hard.

"Yooooowch!"

"Ridiculous is a little girl who doesn't know what's good for her. Now let's see that cunt."

First the skirt went. He simply undid the buttons on the side and pulled it off. Then he grabbed the front of her panties and yanked with all of his might. Her panties tore off just like her bra.

Her pussy was laid bare. It was a pink wet vee between her creamy white thighs. And it was moist and glistening-Mr. Hoover could see that right away.

"I knew it, bitch!" he gloated. "I knew you were the type that got in to this stuff."

"Nooo, noooo!" She moaned and shook her head.

"Here!" He pressed his finger into her cunt. "Look, you're sopping wet!"

Alison felt him shove his big index finger deep into the center of her cunt. She felt it force its way past her tender pussy lips. Since she had been fucked so rarely, she was still almost tight as a virgin. It hurt when he rammed it in so hard.

He pulled his finger out of her sodden cunt. It was glistening with her cunt juices. He held it up for her to see as evidence of her arousal.

"See, bitch? See?" he cadded triumphantly. "You are turned on. You do get off on pain."

"No, no, what you're saying about me, it isn't true! It isn't true!"

She was crying again. Somehow the words he was saying to her hurt even more than the way he was handling her.

"Ahh, but it is true, Alison, as I'm about to prove." So saying, he unzipped his pants. His huge cock immediately sprang out.

"Oh my God!" Alison couldn't hold back that exclamation of fear. She had only been fucked by boys before, with little boyish cocks. Here was a man's cock, and it was bigger than any other cock she had seen before.

It seemed to the frightened girl to be as long as her arm and just about as wide. There was no way he could fit that thing inside her without splitting her open.

"No, Mr. Hoover, don't! You'll kill me!"

"Hasn't happened yet," he laughed. He pressed her back across the leather top of his desk and began to spread her legs apart. She began to violently struggle.

"Please, Mr. Hoover!"

"Oh, I do please, Alison. I please very much. And now you're going to please me."

He placed the head of his immense cock against the mouth of her tight cunt. The frightened girl bucked and heaved but there was no way she could dislodge him. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of both of her asscheeks and shoved real hard.

To Alison, it felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up her cunt. She was positive she was ripping inside.

To Mr. Hoover, it was pure pleasure. He never felt a tighter cunt wrapped around his cock. It was like he was being given a hand job, not a luck.

He began to pound his meat into her like she was a seasoned whore and not an inexperienced young girl. Mr. Hoover thought there was only one way to luck bitches: hard and fast.

Alison tried to cope as best as possible. She spread her legs wide and literally willed her cunt to make room for his enormous cock. Just when she thought the effort was doomed, she felt her pussy loosen and then the luck didn't hurt so bad any more.

In fact, it began to feel better than any other luck she had ever had before. None of her gentle boyfriends-the few who had managed to luck her-had turned her on like this. It took a hard pounding from a real man to push her over the edge.

Alison began bucking her ass upward to meet the downward thrusts of her boss' cock. She no longer cared what he thought of her, whether she thought she was a whore, a slut or what. All she knew was she needed more of that hard fucking.

Mr. Hoover was quick to notice the change in his erstwhile secretary. Before she had merely remained sprawled across his desk like a lump. Now she was humping back like a hot-tailed whore.

"Fuck me, Mr. Hoover! Please luck me!"

She sounded different too. Gone was the prim and proper little secretary. Now she was just a luck-crazed bitch in heat.

"Alright," Mr. Hoover promised. "I will."