Chapter 4
Mr. Hoover was seated behind his impressive oak desk. Mr. MacKenzie was seated on the other side in a huge leather office chair. Alison was seated near Mr. MacKenzie on a tiny wooden stool.
Mr. Hoover always made her sit on that uncomfortable little piece of furniture every time she took dictation! The timid little girl fresh from high school gazed up at her boss. Her note pad was open, her pencil poised. What sort of letter was she going to take for Moodlite International? Was she going to take any letter at all? She somehow doubted it.
Mr. MacKenzie was still smiling at her lewdly. The diminutive teenager was a bit frightened to be alone in this room with two handsome men who so obviously exuded an air of sex appeal.
They were so muscular and virile! And she was so fragile and feminine! Maybe it had been a mistake to come back to work once again. Maybe she was biting off a bit more than she could chew. Maybe she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress ...
Mr. MacKenzie was staring at her well-exposed boobs. He ran a tongue along his thick, sensuous lips. The lower half of his handsome face was covered by a thin layer of dark whiskers. It made the muscular man look even more sexy.
Alison shifted her position on the stool. "Well, Mr. Hoover, who will this letter be addressed to?"
"Shut up until you're told to speak, bitch!" Mr. MacKenzie barked.
The timid secretary almost leapt from her chair in fright. This sexy man was so cruel to her! She couldn't understand it! She looked up at Mr. Hoover imploringly.
"Alison, you simply must be courteous. Don't you know little girls like you must be seen and not heard?" her boss asked. He was speaking in a tone usually reserved for reprimanding infants. It made the girl slightly uncomfortable.
"Well, I uh ... " she stuttered.
"SHUT UP, CUNT!" screamed Mr. MacKenzie.
The two men began to move towards Alison.
If she refused to submit to their demands, it would be necessary to teach her to respect her elders in a more forceful way.
Alison was confused. She knew she had come to work today because Mr. Hoover had thrilled her so, but she had not counted on another man being brought in to watch! Having straight, normal sex was perfectly fine, even though the handcuffs had been rather strange. But to have sex in front of a stranger was downright kinky!
And how did she know the man was simply going to watch? And what exactly did he have in his gym bag?
Alison began to be frightened as the two muscular men approached her. Maybe her love for lust had made her a bit too rash. Maybe she had acted a bit too compulsively. Maybe she needed to be punished once again for her actions!!
The stranger grabbed the note pad and pencil away from the sitting figure. "You won't need to take any notes for this business meeting!" the man growled.
His huge hands grasped Alison's trembling body and he pulled her from the chair. Mr. Hoover looked on in approval. He was glad to see the girl had come back to the office for more training. They usually did.
Mr. Hoover always had his friend Will come in on the second day to further the obedience lessons. He usually came in by a side entrance, but today had been an exception. Unfortunately, Miss Goodly, that prim little cow, had caught sight of him. Will was going to have to resume coming to the office up the back stairs! Otherwise, rumors might begin to circulate around the office!
Alison felt slightly threatened by the strong, handsome man who now had her in his grasp. She was forced to respond to his brutal thrusts of the tongue by opening her mouth. He had been so cruel and rude to her before, she feared he might harm her in some manner if she didn't respond to his commands obediently.
His tongue was thrusting deeply down her throat. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Hoover leaving the office through a special side door which led directly to the elevators. He had things well planned out in this little sex den of his!
"I'll be back after this training session is over!" he said, flashing the two a broad smile.
Alison tensed. Training? Training for what? All she had been interested in way hard, fast sex with her boss! Now he was talking about something different, and she was alone in the office with this cruel (yet sexy) man!
She suddenly wondered if the pain Mr. Hoover had mentioned before had a lot more to do with his sex games than she bad previously imagined.
Perhaps her punishment would be more severe than she had imagined! This forbidden thought made the area between her legs moisten.
Suddenly, the man whose tongue she had been servicing pulled out of her mouth. He smacked her harshly on the side of the face. The girl went sprawling across the plush office carpet.
"YOU BIT ME, CUNT!" the man bellowed.
Alison's face stung. This man was abusing her so! She wasn't quite sure she enjoyed any bit of this at all! Oh, why had Mr. Hoover left?
"I-I'm sorry ... " she mumbled weakly.
"DID I TELL YOU TO SPEAK TO ME, YOU UGLY LITTLE WHORE?" the terrible man yelled at the girl. He approached the girl, who began crawling along the wall-to-wall carpeting in fear. What physical abuse would this man thrust upon her next, she wondered in terror.
The man kicked her brutally with his heavy leather cowboy boots. Alison yelped in pain as the pointed toes dug into her tender skin. She was sure there would be a huge bruise on her leg tomorrow.
Mr. MacKenzie got down on his haunches beside the trembling teenager and whispered to her gently, "I told you to be quiet. Now I don't want to hear another sound from that tiny little mouth of yours until I tell you can speak. Is that clear?"
The terrified girl nodded her head furiously. Tears were welling in her eyes.
The big man went over to his gym bag. Alison tensed as he opened it up and rummaged around inside.
Her muscular captor turned around and noticed the apprehension welling up in her eyes. "Don't worry, now!" he said tenderly. "My bag only contains toys to entertain and amuse you. Unless, of course, you want to be punished. Is that what you want?"
Alison did not want to contradict the man. He looked as if he might get quite angry if the girl did not agree with everything he suggested. Besides, Alison reflected, that is why she had come to the office in the first place-for punishment. She nodded her head in agreement.
The brawny man brought out a long length of thick, white rope from his bag.
"Good," he said. "The first thing that must be done to little girls who need to be punished it to tie them up. Surely you agree with that, don't you, Alison?"
Alison nodded once again. She felt her heartbeat generating speed. She could imagine the coarse strands of thick rope constricting her entire body. Perhaps this was just what she needed!
The man approached her, caressing the thick strand of rope in his muscular hands. "But there's no use in tying you up with all this clothing on!" Mr. MacKenzie said. 'We want your tender little body to be able to feel every coarse inch digging into your skin, don't we?"
Alison nodded in agreement. She certainly wasn't going to resist. The man was too strong, the door was locked and, besides, Alison was genuinely getting turned on at the thought of being trussed up by this huge hunk of a guy!
Mr. MacKenzie knelt down beside the girl, let the rope fall on the carpet nearby, and grasped the girl's golden locks roughly. "YOU WANT ME TO STRIP YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF YOU, YOU CUNT?" he demanded savagely.
Alison could not understand this man's schizophrenic behavior. One moment he was sweet and tender, the next moment he was pulling and kicking her, and calling-her crude names!
He was practically tearing her hair out by the roots. The girl almost screamed in pain. But she had not yet answered Mr. MacKenzie's question. He tugged on her hair with even more fury. "ANSWER ME, BITCH!! DO YOU WANT YOUR CLOTHES OFF OR NOT?"
Alison moaned, "YES! YES! YES!"
The man smacked her brutally across the face.
"WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD SPEAK, BITCH?" he demanded furiously.
Alison attempted to look around at her assailant; he was still grasping onto her hair, so it was difficult for her to turn her head.
Mr. MacKenzie's eyes were gleaming like a madman. Alison was terrified.
"The next time you speak, bitch," he cooed with pained tenderness, "I'm going to cut your fucking tongue out."
He said the words sweetly.
Alison was trembling in terror.
The man then grabbed the front of her white chiffon dress. With one brutal yank, he had stripped the girl bare. Her bra and panties were discarded immediately.
The man stared at her tender young body lewdly. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned appreciatively. "Chuck sure picked himself a nice little wench this time!"
Alison was humiliated, hearing herself being spoken about so rudely right in front of her face!
The man's warm fingers began groping her shuddering body. He marveled at the smooth, creamy skin. This chaste little girl was soon going to have her pure, delicate skin ravaged by the tortures he and Mr. Hoover were going to submit it to in the next few days! He licked his lips in anticipation.
He felt his cock thicken and constrict within the narrow confines of his jeans.
It was now time to tie the girl up. But he wasn't just going to bind her hand and feet. He was going to tie her to the boss' desktop!
His huge arm thrust the telephone and pen set from the top of the huge mahogany piece of furniture. It was completely bare, now.
He lifted Alison up. The girl was whimpering in fear. She knew it would be useless to holler; by the time anyone reached the office, her body would have been beaten to a pulp!
Mr. MacKenzie placed the secretary face up on the desk top. The varnished wood was freezing cold. Alison felt her body tense up.
The man grabbed one of her arms and pulled it towards the closest corner of the table. He pulled the hand over the edge. Alison screamed in pain. It felt as if her hand was going to be wrenched from its socket.
Mr. MacKenzie glared at her sternly. She shut her mouth and began whimpering silently. She must do exactly what the big man wanted her to do.
He tightly wound the thick white rope around her tender wrist. Alison could feel the coarse hemp biting deeply into her skin. She knew she would have rope burns that lasted for days on her wrists.
Her captor savagely bound her second hand in the exact same way. Alison desperately wished he would handle her with more care. How was she ever going to submit to more punishment if it hurt so much?
But Mr. MacKenzie, who was an old hand at this game, knew that it would only be a matter of time before the girl was taught to enjoy and, indeed, look forward to the pain. It was all part of the training process!
The burly man removed another cord of rope from his gym bag and began to work on the girl's ankles. Soon, she was bound spread-eagle on the cold mahogany desk.
The timid secretary was by now used to the hard, wooden desktop, and was beginning to feel that the ropes binding her hands and feet weren't quite as bad as she had originally expected.
Mr. MacKenzie went into his bag of tricks one more time, and to Alison's amazement, brought out a round rubber ball! She certainly had not taken the man seriously when he had said his bag contained toys for entertaining, but perhaps he had been speaking quite literally!
In that case, she had just been bound to her boss' desk top by some strange, handsome man who was not quite in possession of all his faculties! Oh, what was going to happen next?
Alison's heart was racing frantically.
"No, we're not going to play ball, my dear," the guy cooed. "I have much more interesting games in mind than that. The games I have in store for use to play simply aren't for children, I'm afraid! This little ball will assist me in making sure you keep your mouth shut. We don't want the entire company hear you screaming ... in pleasure, of course!"
The man wrenched Alison's mouth open, and deftly shoved the ball between her two rows of teeth. It fit in perfectly. However, Mr. MacKenzie wanted to be sure it would stay in securely.
Reaching into his gym bag one more time, he pulled out a thin leather strip with two clamps on either side. The ball, Alison had notices, had two hooks on either end. The leather strip was positioned behind her head, and the two clamps attached to the hooks on the ball. The man tightened the leather strip securely.
Alison stared at him, her eyes registering shock. She could barely even move her tongue!
The handsome man had the secretary completely under his command! She was bound to the table and completely gagged!
"Now, my pretty little slut, you must be chastised for your sins. Prepare to receive your punishment!"
Up until this very moment, Alison had been harboring fears that she should have never listened to her roommate and come into work today. Now, however, when this handsome man who had just made her his sex slave was about to punish her for all the naughty things she had done in the past,- she felt a curious tingling sensation in her crotch.
She felt herself getting turned on by this virile, dark man who was prepared to make her atone for her sins!
She had heard all about these types of kinky sex scenes, but had always been repulsed by them. She thought only the most crude and vulgar people participated in such sordid events.
Now, however, she realized that all along, even while she had been gently made love to by her nice little boyfriends in their nice little homes deep inside their freshly-laundered bed sheets, she had been lusting to be beaten and whipped, sodomized and attacked, by a brutal, beast of a man!!!
No one was more shocked by this revelation than Alison herself! Less than ten minutes ago she would not really have believed it! But she was certainly hot and ready for the whip to come lashing down upon her tender skin at any moment!
Of course, the girl was still not sure if she would be able to handle the pain; she just knew that the idea turned her on. She also knew that she really did need the punishment: she had been a very bad little girl, after all!
Alison was a bit confused, however, as to how Mr. MacKenzie was going to whip her in the middle of the office. It seemed quite impossible to do things like that in such a public location. She was right.
Mr. MacKenzie seemed to read her thoughts. He leaned forward and whispered to her, "Don't worry. The whips aren't coming quite so soon. We must build up to that. Today, we're going to start with some simple exercises."
He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. He was staring at the beautiful display of young,- tender female flesh that was sprawled across the desk.
The handsome man puffed on his cigarette.
The he removed it from his mouth.
He brought the smoldering end down towards the girl's body. She was staring at him with eyes bulging in horror.
Maybe the girl had thought she could handle whips and chains-those things all seemed so romantic, somehow. But something as drab as being burned with a lit cigarette seemed downright sadistic!
She watched in horror as the tiny red ember on the end of the thin white cylinder came closer and closer to her unmarred skin.
A grey stream of smoke floated up towards the paneled office ceiling.
The ember was pressed down upon her right arm, just above the elbow. She writhed in pain.
The sensation was vaguely similar to being pricked with a pin over a rather large area of skin.
Mr. MacKenzie was chuckling now. He quickly brought the cigarette up off the girl's smooth white skin and prepared to burn a different location of her body.
He went to the other end of the table and selected a particularly vulnerable and sensitive area of the girl's anatomy: the bottom of her foot.
The lit cigarette was brought down once again on the girl's virgin flesh. If Alison hadn't been gagged by the red rubber ball tightly attached to her mouth, she would certainly have let loose with a wail that would shame a banshee!
The girl had never endured such a horrible sensation in her life! What in God's name had she set herself up for?
But worse was yet to come! The sadistic man who had her at his disposal was now bringing the burning cigarette closer and closer to her right tit!
Alison tried to break loose of the ropes that bound her arms and legs, but it was no use. Mr. MacKenzie had spent many, many years tying up his victims, and he was very good at what he did!
The burning ember began charring the sensitive skin of Alison's pancake brown nipple. A slight smell of burnt flesh drifted through the office air.
Mr. MacKenzie decided that that was enough burning for the day; he didn't want the other office employees to notice the strange smell in the air!
He put out the cigarette (in an ashtray, not on Alison's skin, thank the Lord!) and began rummaging in his bag anew.
Tears were pouring out of Alison's big blue eyes. She could only imagine what torture was going to be thrust upon her poor body next!
Brutal sex was fine, but these acts were disgusting, filthy and, most importantly, painful!
She was almost pleasantly surprised, then, when Mr. MacKenzie displayed the next item he chose to pull from his gym bag of tricks.
It was only a dildo!
Alison could obviously handle having such a friendly and familiar item thrust up her pussy! Thank God the man hadn't chosen a nipple clamp or a blowtorch, or something!
Mr. MacKenzie crossed over to her figure and showed her the dildo. It was long and pretty thick, but the girl felt certain she could handle it. It certainly wasn't larger that Mr. Hoover, and he had thrust his member brutally into her the day before! This was going to be a piece of cake!
Mr. MacKenzie saw the look of delight registering on the girl's face.
"I'm glad you're happy, my little one! However, I'm not quite sure you understand what is going to be done with this. It certainly isn't going in your pretty little Pandora's box. No, Mr. Hoover and I are saving those pleasures for ourselves. Why should we allow then to inanimate objects?"
Alison looked at him confused. Where was he going to put it, then? And what were those strange cords attached to the bottom of the sex aid that she had just noticed?
"No, I'm afraid this little item-well, it's not that little, actually-this item is going to be shoved deep up your asshole. And, see these straps that are attached to it? They are going to be wrapped around your waist for the rest of the day. So, you will have to go about your regular duties in the office until five o'clock with this dildo deep in your ass. And, please don't think we're going to allow you to wear your panties. What would be the sense of that? You must be punished, Alison, my child, and this is one of the ways we must do it."
"If one of the other office employees happens to notice that you have no underwear on, and that you have a huge dildo stuck up your butt, well, the humiliation will do you good. Not only that, but you will not be permitted to utilize the facilities for the remainder of the day. Is that understood?"
Alison nodded. She still thought this was much better than being burned with a lit cigarette!
Her new instructor poised the head of the large dildo at the entrance of her tiny little butt. As he pressed it in further and further, the secretary could feel her sphincter muscle tighten up, refusing the foreign object entrance up her chute. Why didn't the man lubricate it, or something?
"Relax, Alison, or it won't go in."
The girl attempted to relax her natural reaction to contract her sphincter muscles. The man shoved the dildo up her ass savagely.
Her body writhed in pain. It felt as if a huge sausage had just been shoved up her tiny hole. Spasms of agony shot through her body. This was simply horrible! And it must remain implanted up her ass until the end of the working day?
It was just too unbearable to think about!
Mr. MacKenzie was now tying the leather straps that went around her waist and kept the dildo firmly in place.
"Now," he said. "Today's lesson is over. But tonight's lesson has yet to come."
Alison looked up at the man in horror. Tonight?!
"Yes, yes!" he exclaimed, laughing cruelly. "You must certainly be aware that this is Friday. Mr. Hoover is going to take you to his ... uh, shall we call them his correctional facilities, and teach you exactly how bad girls like you should be treated. Now, don't be alarmed. You'll enjoy every moment of it."
Mr. MacKenzie suddenly became very rude once again. He barked savagely at her, "AND BESIDES, YOU FILTHY SLUT, YOU DESERVE IT! JUST LIKE YOU DESERVE THIS!"
The handsome man exploded with fury for no apparent reason, and began to smack the defenseless girl over every section of her naked body.
Alison attempted to shield herself, but, of course, it was simply useless.
This man was truly insane! What had provoked this horrible onslaught?
When his sudden rage had subsided, the man looked down at the pretty teenager's ravaged body. She looked so pitiful - lying there on - the big office table, bound by the thick white rope on all four corners, with the red rubber ball strapped into her mouth, the cigarette bums still visible on her white flesh, and a huge dildo strapped up her ass.
He opened his sensuous mouth, threw back his handsome head and began to guffaw hysterically. His body shook with the gales of laughter emitting from his mouth.
To poor Alison, this was the most terrifying thing that had occurred all morning long!!