Chapter 3
Miss Goodly walked past Alison's desk yet again on her way to the staff kitchen. Alison simply could not understand what the lady was doing. This was the third time she had been by in half an hour!
Either she had an extremely insatiable desire for coffee, or else she thought Alison's outfit today a bit too revealing.
Alison glanced down at herself self-consciously. Maybe she HAD dressed herself a bit unsuitably for the office environment. The low-cut white chiffon dress showed off her generous breasts in the most appealing manner. Alison had hoped this would please her boss. But right now she only felt like some sort of cheap whore, displaying her wares for anyone's purchase.
And Miss Goodly's numerous trips past her desk certainly weren't making her feel much better. The stem lady always glared at her so. What must she think? Had it been her that had knocked on the office door yesterday when she and Mr.. Hoover had been lost in rapture?
Could the supervisor tell where Alison had received the huge welts around her wrists? Could she see how impatient the secretary was for her boss to arrive?
It was 10:45 AM and there had been no sign of Mr. Hoover. He had always been in his office by 9:30 as a rule! Had something happened to him?
Perhaps he couldn't stand to see Alison again! Oh, the girl wished there was something she could do to waste time until the moment her boss arrived! Oh, and here came that horrid lady to torment her once again with her cold stares!
Alison discreetly pulled her dress down in the back to hide a few inches of the uncovered cleavage.
Miss Goodly smiled at her. It was not a very convincing smile. "Hello, Alison, dear. I love that dress you have on today!" the lady cooed.
Alison jumped and almost broke the pencil she was grasping in her hands. "Oh, uh, thank you!" she gasped.
"Is Mr. Hoover in yet?"
"Um, no, I'm afraid not. I don't know where he is."
"Oh, what a pity! I wanted to talk to him about the Cocteau account. We really can't-"
She broke off suddenly, hearing voices coming down the hallway. "Why, hark, here he is now!"
Mr. Hoover was with another man. Alison felt her heat skip a beat and her mouth constrict in excitement. The man with Mr. Hoover was so handsome! He was not dressed in regular office attire. The strange man was wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight faded jeans. He was carrying a big gym bag. Alison could only imagine what it contained. Or, then again, maybe she couldn't!
The stranger was tall and muscular; his shoulder were broader than Mr. Hoover's and Mr. Hoover was quite a fine specimen of manhood! He had thick jet-black hair and piercing light-blue eyes, a strange and wonderful combination!
Alison felt as if she might drench the snowy white cotton undies she was wearing under her skimpy dress at any moment! The strange man was staring right into her eyes as the two men approached.
Mr. Hoover greeted her with a slight sneer. Oh! He thought she was some cheap floozy now, not even worthy of a polite good morning smile! Alison was almost humiliated at the thought, humiliated by her revealing dress, humiliated by the knowing smile and glaring eyes the strange man was bestowing upon her. She was almost humiliated, but not quite. She could also feel an aching throb burning between her legs.
Could it be possible she was getting turned on by this mild abuse?
Miss Goodly chased her thoughts away by running up to Mr. Hoover. "Good morning, Mr. Hoover. I hope you'll be prepared to discuss the Cocteau account with me at some point today."
"I'll have to see, Miss Goodly. This is Will MacKenzie, one of the board members of Moodlite International. We have quite a lot of work to do on his account. As you can see, I just grabbed him from the gym we both attend this morning. We decided we had been putting this off for far too long. I think I might have to spend all day in conference with him. And we'll have to draft quite a few letters, so Alison will have to come in with us. Would you be so kind as to take all her calls for us, Miss Goodly?"
Miss Goodly had never heard of the Moodlite International account in her life, but she certainly was not going to question the president of the company.
"Fine!" she said. "I'll be happy to take all your calls!" She turned to leave, then turned around to face the two men once again. "Oh, by the way, how much longer are those disgusting construction workers going to be fixing that hail down there? There is really the most pungent odor coming from that side of the building, and the noise is quite atrocious!"
"I'll see what I can do, Miss Goodly," Mr. Hoover replied. Miss Goodly smiled at him, then wandered down the hall, coffee cup in hand.
"Now, come along, Alison." Mr. Hoover said. "Do you have your note pad? You're going to have to take lots of notes!"
Alison almost fell off her chair in her haste to find a note pad and pencil. Mr. MacKenzie was still staring at her. She glanced up at him innocently.
"How do you do?" she inquired sweetly. "My name is Alison Jones. Your name again?"
"My name is Sir to you, bitch!" the man hissed gruffly.
Alison was caught off guard. The man's rudeness shocked her.
Mr. Hoover smiled at his friend. "Now, now, Will, she's only new at this. We have to break her in slowly. You can call him Mr. MacKenzie for now, Alison. We'll get to nicknames at a later date!"
Alison bit her lip nervously and was ushered into the office. Mr. MacKenzie smacked her ass harshly as she crossed the threshold.
"You picked a ripe one this time, Chuck," he said, smiling sardonically. The door was locked.
The working day had just begun.
Miss Goodly sat at her desk at stared at her typewriter in agitation. She simply had to find out exactly what was going on in that office! Could Mr. Hoover actually be using it for his own little sex games? She thought the idea preposterous. But, then again, she had recalled many days when Mr. Hoover had remained in his office dictating to his secretary for hours on end. And, now that she thought of it, she had rarely seen the girls typing letters when the dictation had been completed! So, what did they do with all these letters?
She simply couldn't imagine!
Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of an electric drill being driven into a nearby wall. Those awful workmen! Not only did they tarnish the appearance of the work environment with their hulking, grime-covered forms, they also seemed to bathe at very irregular intervals, and thus emitted a horrible body odor that attacked her nostrils every time she had to pass one of the creatures.
They were working in every nook and cranny of the office building. One could hardly turn a corner without viewing one wielding a saw, a drill or a paintbrush.
The drill was absolutely driving her insane. She stood up and walked down the corridor. She was going to find this workman and give him a piece of her mind.
She followed the annoying sound of the drill before cornering the culprit in a deserted area of the hallway next to the lavatories.
"Would you please stop with that infernal racket?" she demanded. "My girls can hardly concentrate on their work with such noise going on! Can't you work on another floor today?"
The guy looked up from where he was drilling the bottom of the wall. He was rather young and rather handsome, but also rather dirty. "Listen, lady-" he began.
By the tone of her voice, he had expected to look up and face a rather matronly figure in seersucker. Instead, his eyes marveled at the shapely form of Miss Goodly.
"Hey, baby, what are you doing tonight?" he asked, cocking his sensuous young lips arrogantly. "I've got a drill you'll really LOVE!"
Miss Goodly stamped her foot in agitation. What an insolent specimen of primitive life!
"Where is your supervisor?" she demanded. "I refuse to put up with such rudeness and vulgarity!!"
The construction worker stood up. His manly form towered over the tiny secretary. He was wielding the drill in his hands menacingly.
"My supervisor is off today, so it looks like you're going to have to put up with me, lady," he spit the last word out sarcastically, as if he doubted she deserved the title.
"I certainly will NOT!" she screamed. Miss Goodly grabbed the man by his grimy collar. No matter how much bigger he was than she, the indomitable woman refused too let such repulsive forms of low life get the better of her!
"You are going to see MY supervisor, then!" she said.
"That's just where you're wrong, bitch!" the construction worker replied.
Miss Goodly began to sputter indignantly at this verbal abuse, but was soon cut short when the powerful man slapped her across the face.
She screamed in protest, but her cries were useless. The man took that opportunity to shove a dirty rag in her mouth as a gag. Miss Goodly was glaring at him in terror. What was this man going to do to her, right in the middle of the hallway of her office building? This was ludicrous! Someone would surely stop him!
The construction worker knew this, of course, but had noticed that the struggle had taken place conveniently close to the men's bathroom. He pushed the struggling figure in that direction.
Already he could tell the woman was built like a brick house. His grime-covered fingers squeezed one firm, ripe tit. His curious, filthy hands grasped at her tight, high ass. He opened the bathroom door with the master key all the workers were provided with, and brutally shoved the woman in.
Miss Goodly went sprawling along the tiled bathroom floor. The freshly dry-cleaned baby blue business ensemble she was wearing was getting marred with the rough treatment she was receiving.
But the dirtiness of her clothes was the least of the secretary's worries at this moment.
Her assailant was furtively glancing around the filthy bathroom. He spotted a thick twine of wire laying on the floor under one of the urinals. Just what he needed!
The guy grabbed for it and ran to the woman who was struggling to get up off the floor. She was thrown down savagely once again. She was terrified and confused. How could this stranger be taking advantage of her? Wasn't he afraid of someone walking in and catching him in the act?
The construction worker knew as well as Miss Goodly did that this section of the floor was basically deserted; the offices around this area had not been rented out because of the construction work that was being done. As far as the guy was concerned, this bathroom was just as private as his own bedroom!
The guy was wiry and strong. He was only nineteen, but had been working on buildings since he was fifteen. His slender, youthful body was compact and powerful.
He grabbed the frail, beautiful woman he had just abducted. Her muffled screams of protest served only to excite him more.
One of her arms was brutally wrenched behind her back. The secretary moaned in pain. The other arm followed suit. Her two limbs were being bound with the cold, thick wire!
The guy bound the wrists as tightly as he could. He could feel the skin begin to strain under the harsh treatment. The woman's slender, soft hands were turning a gross grey color as her circulation was cut off. Her wrists were a rough, red hue.
The desperate, terrified woman began to kick wildly at her assailant with her high-heel shoes. The man sternly grabbed the feet, discarded the shoes, and began to bind the two offending limbs together with the same length of wire.
The distance between the woman's hands and feet was not very large, but the wire was certainly not very long. The woman had to bend her knees behind her in order for her feet to be securely tied.
Miss Goodly was totally humiliated. Never in her life would she had ever believed she would be trussed up like some wild animal by a filthy member of the working class in the middle of a dirty public bathroom for the opposite sex! It reeked of vulgarity and sin!
And what sordid little act would she be subjected to next? She was terrified to imagine!
Now the man was undoing the zipper of his soiled overalls. Oh, goodness! Was he planning on raping her? Her blood ran cold. Surely he couldn't want to rape her in this strange position? Surely it wasn't possible?
If Miss Goodly had only known-the guy had engaged in sexual activities with women bound in even stranger positions!
The filthy construction worker was panting with bestial excitement. He loved raping snooty, high class little bitches like the one he had prostrate before him. He loved tying them up and fucking them until they surrendered their bodies totally to him! It usually happened. They were a bit scared at first (although Miss Goodly was absolutely terrified), but soon they couldn't resist the feel of his youthful, wiry body pressed up against theirs; his huge, thick cock thrusting deep within their bodies. He soon had these bitches totally under his control!
Miss Goodly could hardly feel anything in her hands and feet now. She frantically wondered if the circulation would ever be renewed. Would she ever survive this horrible torture?
She closed her eyes in disgust as the fetid form towering above her pulled his firm, thick member from the folds of his unkempt overalls. The prim little secretary could not believe what was going to happen in the next few minutes.
The construction worker wiped his sweaty brow with a coarse hand and knelt down beside the struggling figure.
He attempted to turn the woman so her back was on the floor. It was rather difficult, because her legs had been bound up against her ass, but he somehow succeeded.
He reached out a filthy hand and pulled her baby blue skirt from her terrified form. He looked approvingly at the woman's slender, shapely legs. She had just recently shaved them, and they seemed as smooth as a baby's bottom.
The construction worker ran a grimy, sex-starved hand up and down their length. They were trembling and covered with tiny goose bumps that had flared up due to the harsh coldness of the tiled bathroom floor.
The woman had on matching baby-blue silk panties. He could see the v-shaped shadow of the pubic hair that was hidden behind the cloth. No use hiding it any longer! He ripped the tiny article of clothing from Miss Goodly's shivering form.
The secretary was screaming in horror. But, of course, the dirty rag shoved deep down her throat prevented any sound from emitting from the grubby depths of the bathroom.
The construction worker firmly thrust one filthy finger deep into the woman's hole. He had definitely scared this bitch to death! Her pussy was tight and dry. It seemed to resist all attempts of invasion.
The untidy man decided to bide his time. He would soon have that cunt dripping wet and dying for his hard rod!
He pulled the white cotton blouse off the woman's upper body with one tough yank. She was wearing a light blue bra covered with lace. That item was soon removed with one swift movement, also.
The young man whistled appreciatively at the two creamy white breasts that bounced out of the bra inches before them. They were nice and firm and dying to be squeezed, he felt. The nipples were nice and pink, and erect in the cold bathroom air.
He began fondling them with one grimy hand. Miss Goodly was moaning in protest. The man began to suck gently on one of the nipples. He felt the firm form of his prey tense suddenly. The moans began to subside.
He began caressing the woman over the entire length of her body. His tongue explored her tender pale skin with a tenderness the woman had barely experienced before.
He had her under his control now! It happened all the time! These bitches just loved to be tied up, fondled for a while, and then brutally fucked!
This one was going to take some time to bring to the last stage, though, he thought. He wondered if she were still a virgin. It didn't matter much. If she still resisted his advances after a few minutes, he would brutally fuck her, anyway! That's why he had her tied up, after all!
He reached down into the mound of coarse pubic hair. The woman had shaved it into a perfect vee. She took pride in the fact that every part of her body was perfectly groomed.
The guy's thick, grimy fingers felt between the folds of the entrance to the woman's love canal. It was becoming soggy with cunt juice! So, he did have her in his control, after all!
Not that you could tell any other way; Miss Goodly was still resisting the man's gentle touches with his coarse hand with struggles and attempted kicks, and her eyes were still blazing with fear. But she was definitely beginning to get turned on!
The man began rubbing her clit with one huge digit. She began to respond finally to his advances. If she could have spread her legs she would have. But they were bound tightly and thrust behind her.
The struggling began to subside as the woman began to revel in the tiny sensations of pleasure that were shooting through her exposed body. The look of terror in her eyes was gradually being replaced by one of ecstasy. Her screams of protest were gradually becoming moans of desire.
The construction worker's thick rod was burning with youthful passion. He was dying to begin pumping deep within this woman's love marsh. He could stand the suspense no longer!
He mounted the bound figure and shoved his throbbing member deeply between the moist pink lips that were yearning for sexual gratification.
A muffled moan of delight reached the mm guy's ears. Just what he wanted to hear!
"Yeah, you high class executives love to get tied up by a low class stud like me, and be fucked by my huge cock, don't you?"
Miss Goodly would never have put it this way, but how could she deny the extreme twangs of pleasure the young man was submitting her body to every time he trust his huge hunk of meat deep into her waiting hole?
The muscles of her pussy began to milk the plunging member for all they were worth. She wanted desperately to service this savage young stud who had her captive in the men's bathroom!
Miss Goodly was horrified at these sordid thoughts that were racing through her excited brain. Never would she had suspected that such a burning desire to be brutally fucked lurked the subconscious corners of her mind!
Sex had never meant much to her before. It was something that didn't seem to interest the prim lady. But after this wonderful experience, she was definitely going to have to put it on her agenda of weekly things to do!
The hot little stud was pumping into her furiously. His huge cock plummeted deep within her saturated love box, then pulled out until only the throbbing, blood engorged head was lodged inside her luscious lips. He then plunged back in with brutal force.
His body was sweating profusely underneath his grimy overalls. His dirty hands grasped at the restrained woman's pale, smooth shoulders. He was bucking deep into her moist box.
The gagged mouth was emitting muffled moans of pleasure. "Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Miss Goodly attempted to moan.
The guy ran his trembling, sex-starved hands over the firm, creamy globes of the woman's tits. He grape pled the pink, erect nipples as his savage thrusts continued.
It wouldn't be long now before he was shooting his load deep within his bound captive! And he knew she would love every ounce of his thick, white love juice!
"Oh, yeah, baby, milk my thick, throbbing cock with that luscious cunt of yours! Oh, baby, yeah! You're gonna make me come! Oh, yeah! I'm gonna shoot my load right up your waiting pussy! Give it to me, baby!"
The young man was pounding into her as if there were no tomorrow.
Miss Goodly had resigned herself totally to the physical pleasures he was submitting her bound body to. No longer was she aware of the tightness of her bound wrists and ankles. She was only aware of the deep throes of passion into which she had been thrust by this young stud's massive cock pounding deep into her moist pussy!
Despite the filthy gag, she was moaning in pleasure. She felt the strangest sensation begin deep within her loins. It felt as if a volcano were trembling, about to erupt!
Miss Goodly had never reached orgasm in her life. But in a few seconds, all that would be rectified.
With a loud moan, she felt a fountain of ecstasy burst forth from her ravaged pit. She tensed her entire body and felt her pussy begin overflowing with love juice.
The construction worker smiled to himself, then gritted his teeth. He had made this bitch come. Now it was his turn!
He grasped her shoulders and pounded deep into the moist little hole. His sinewy body tensed, and he soon began spurting load after load of thick, white come deep within the woman's lust-stricken pit.
The youthful construction worker then collapsed in a heap beside the bound executive. He removed the woman's gag. She was panting like some subhuman creature in heat.
She gazed at her assailant with lust smoldering in her pretty blue eyes. This firm young stud had just changed her entire life!
No longer would she sit at home on a Friday night listening to Mozart! She would go in search of some savage stud who she would submit her body to in total surrender!