Chapter 7
Alison had spent the remainder of the working day in total misery. Not only were the cigarette burns that peppered her body hurting her immensely, but that awful Mr. MacKenzie had forced her to resume her office duties with no underwear on and a huge dildo strapped up her ass!
The timid little secretary was sure everyone else in the office could notice she was walking rather strangely! Thank God Mr. Hoover and she were located in a rather deserted area of the office!
And thank God that horrid little Miss Goodly had not passed by on her way to the staff kitchen to refill her coffee cup the remainder of the afternoon! Alison did not know what she would have done if the lady had come nosing around once again with her beady brown eyes!!
She would never, ever take Rhonda's advice again! Her roommate had told her to go into work today, and then think about what she would do about her job over the weekend. But now her perverted boss was planning on taking her home with him until Monday morning! And there was nothing she could do to stop him!
When she had been untied from the office desk, Mr. Hoover had come back into the office, congratulated her on surviving the preliminary training, and told her that she was going with him to his correctional facilities, whatever they were, for the weekend!
He also mentioned that he knew her address, and her parents' address, and would certainly track her down if she went running away to either of them.
If she attempted to go to the police, it would mean death. The terrified little teenager believed every word her boss said. She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to spend a very unusual weekend with Mr. Hoover.
She wondered if the few moments of sexual pleasure she would obviously be permitted to experience over the next few days would be worth all the torture she would be put through. Alison somehow doubted it, but there really was not much she could do about the situation now!
It was ten minutes to five. Mr. MacKenzie had left Mr. Hoover's office some time before. He had presumably used the side door, because he had not exited from the main door.
Suddenly, Mr. Hoover was calling his secretary on the intercom. Alison jumped, put the cover on her typewriter, and prepared to enter her boss' office.
She paused with her handle on the door and breathed deeply. She sensed that her weekend training was about to begin.
"Yes, Mr. Hoover?" the timid girl inquired as she opened the door.
The handsome man was seated behind his desk- the desk that only a few hours ago had supported Alison's naked, bound body!
"Come in, Alison, dear."
The pretty secretary did as she was instructed. She entered the office, closed the door behind her and waited obediently in front of the huge oak desk.
"Did you enjoy your training session with Mr. MacKenzie this morning?"
Alison nodded. What else could she do?
"That's good. Very good. Because you are going to spend a very similar two days alone with me at my correctional facilities. You do realize the importance of proper training in a young girl's life?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Hoover."
"Good. Now, Alison, did you follow Mr. Mackenzie's instructions? I hope you have not put your underwear back on, or removed the dildo from your ass?"
"N-no, Mr. Hoover. I did exactly as I was instructed."
"Just what I like to hear." The virile man smiled up at her with his steady, dark eyes.
Alison felt a shiver go up her spine.
Her boss stood up and crossed over to where she was standing. He placed a warm, strong hand on her slender shoulder. His rock hard body pressed up against hers. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne. His moist, hungering lips met the young girl's.
He shoved his tongue through her parted lips and explored the cavern of her mouth.
His other hand reached between her legs and began to fondle the warm, moist entrance to her cunt.
Alison moaned as the thick fingers sent spasms of bliss throughout her entire body. She sucked her boss' tongue eagerly. She couldn't wait for his- huge cock to violate her depths once again. Alison now realized that it had definitely not been a mistake to come to work today. She looked forward to the sexual delights to be experienced during the next few days with lust hungry anticipation!
Mr. Hoover chuckled to himself as he drove his Mercedes Benz through the streets of Manhattan. The self-made man had added yet another pretty, nubile nymph to his collection of sex toys!
And his latest addition was sitting in the car seat next to him, sans bra and panties, a huge dildo shoved up her tender pink asshole!
He really enjoyed making these bitches sweat and squirm. They only did it for one reason: to be able to feel his huge cock plunging deep within their yearning cunts!
He always seemed to have that effect on girls. Why, right now he was shoving his had deep within the velvety folds of Alison's pussy, and the girl wasn't protesting one bit! She was just sitting on the seat beside him, blushing, for Christ's sake! Blushing!
"Oh, Mr. Hoover, what if someone sees you with your hand up my ... up my ... "
The girl couldn't even spit the forbidden word out! He remembered a time when his secretary could barely bring her lips to form the word "fuck." But, during their passionate sex scene in the office yesterday, he had her screaming the word out time after time!
"Up your what, Alison?"
Mr. Hoover always forced her to say these embarrassing things! Alison was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable again. But, if she refused to answer his question, he might begin to hurt her in some manner, so she decided she must reply.
"Up my ... vagina."
Mr. Hoover burst out laughing. Alison winced.
"What is this, a goddam hospital? This is no vagina I have my hand up right now. It's a hairy, sweaty CUNT!"
The word sounded so awful to belong to a beloved part of her body. But Alison was certainly not going to argue with her boss. He presumably knew best about everything.
The pretty secretary sat back in the seat. The man's hand was still feeling the moist hole between her legs. The dildo was still snugly shoved up her butt. It was very uncomfortable, and it was very humiliating to be fondled practically in public like she was, but the frightened girl had no idea what she could do to stop her boss' actions.
Besides, she reflected, if she really needed punishment, like she was genuinely beginning to feel she did, this punishment really wasn't so bad, after all!
Alison remained sitting on the seat with Mr. Hoover's hand up her dress. She was now beginning to look forward to her visit to his "correctional facilities"!
Once they had left Manhattan, and the traffic had thinned out, Mr. Hoover had forced his secretary to put on a thick cloth blindfold.
Alison had done so obediently. Mr. Hoover had been pleased. His latest find was really shaping up quite well! In no time at all, he imagined she would be begging to come to his correctional facilities every weekend for her proper fix of sexual discipline!
Alison had no idea where they were headed, exactly. And now that her boss had blindfolded her, she, knew it would be impossible to ever detect in which direction they were going.
Mr. Hoover had quit playing with her twat, much to the little teenager's dismay. She had grown to enjoy the tender stroke of his fingers mixing with the vibrations of the moving car. Oh, well. The secretary assumed she would have enough sex once they reached their destination. No use in being greedy!
The girl wished, however, that she could remove the thick plastic dildo from her ass. It had been in for quite a few hours, now, and where it had once been quite a tight fit, her ass muscles had slowly become used to the large object, and now the girl was actually beginning to have trouble keeping it from sliding out!
And, besides, Mr. Hoover had refused to let her relieve herself all day long. And she had eaten quite a large breakfast and lunch. How much longer would it be before her boss permitted her to go to the bathroom?
This dildo business was really becoming quite a nuisance!
Suddenly, the girl sensed the car was pulling up onto a gravel driveway. The engine was finally turned off.
Alison felt a tingling sensation wrack her entire body. She was experiencing conflicting emotions. She was excited, terrified, exhausted and, most importantly of all, horny for her boss' huge, hard dick!!
Mr. Hoover instructed her to get out of the car. Alison felt around for the car door handle and got out of the car. It was rather cool outside, and the fact that the girl was naked under her skimpy dress made it seem even more cold.
The dildo threatened to slide out of her relaxed ass. She tightened her grip around it.
Mr. Hoover grabbed her left hand and guided her up some stairs. The girl was trembling in anticipation.
It was quite scary, not knowing exactly what was going on or where she was, but she knew that a good, hard fuck lay at the end of the evening's adventures.
Although she might have to endure some pain before that magical moment arrived. But, after all, she had been a bad girl, and deserved every bit of pain she received!
A door was opened, and Mr. Hoover shoved her through. "We're almost at the correctional facilities, now, Alison. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes!" exclaimed the girl.
They went down a few more stairs.
Alison could tell the building they were in was well-heated. She supposed this was because she would be wearing very few clothes for the time she was here.
Another door creaked open, then slammed shut behind the two with a resounding thud. Alison sensed the door was large and rather thick.
Mr. Hoover suddenly tore off her blindfold. The girl eagerly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings.
To her dismay, they were merely in a rather large room with black painted walls. There was a black velvet sofa up against one wall, and two black lamps shone dimly. So this was the much-discussed correctional facilities? She was very disappointed.
Mr. Hoover noticed her disappointment. "Don't worry," he said. "There are many more rooms, but I must break you in gently. You do understand, don't you?"
Alison supposed she did.
She began to look around the room once again, and was just noticing the plush wall-to-wall carpeting, when her boss smacked her suddenly across the face.
Mr. MacKenzie had never smacked her so brutally in the office! The girl cried out in pain and flew to the floor.
"YOU FILTHY LITITLE WHORE!" the boss screamed at her. She looked up at the man, who was standing over her. His face was contorted with sudden rage. She was terrified. What had provoked this violence?
"Just who the hell do you think you are, coming home with your boss? What sort of sick little slut would let him fuck her in the middle of his office! You are such a disgusting cunt! You know what you need?" the handsome man asked.
Alison had some idea. She needed to be punished for her misdeeds!
"You need the shit beaten out of you. Then I'm going to FUCK the shit out of you! Looks like you'll be pretty shitless for a while!"
"B-but ... " protested Alison from her position on the floor.
Her boss' left foot shot out suddenly and hit her directly in the stomach. The girl doubled over in pain.
Blow after blow rained upon her already exhausted body. She attempted to scurry across the plushly-carpeted floor, but it was no use. Her boss' freshly polished shoes wracked havoc on her tender creamy skin.
She just knew she would be covered with bruises before the weekend was through!
The kicks ended as quickly as they had begun. Her boss had a very small attention span. He was already thinking up what he would do next to his newly-found sex-slave.
He remembered the dildo she had had shoved up her ass all day long.
"Now, Alison, after those few preliminary actions, it's time to move into the bathroom. You have not relieved yourself all day long. A filthy habit, but I suppose that comes as no surprise, seeing what a filthy cunt you really are! Anyway, we must do something about it!"
"W-what?" Alison wondered.
"I'm going to purify you totally. I'm going to give you an enema."
He had bent down and was fondling the girl's breasts. Alison had wiped away the tears that had begun to flow whilst her boss had been kicking her. She now looked down at the kneading hands and wondered exactly how this enema would feel.
"In order to make the enema as significant as possible, however, I am going to have to make sure that it cleanses you entirely. I am gong to have to make sure that the water is as boiling hot as it can be!"
He pulled the girl up, and, with one effortless thrust, stripped her bare.
Mr. Hoover then shoved his secretary in the direction of the bathroom. It was on the far side of the dark room. He turned the light on.
Alison glanced around the room. It was very simple and contained only the basics.
Mr. Hoover forced her to stand in the white porcelain tub. She did as she was instructed almost without thinking.
The man began running the hot water in the sink. In no time at all, steam was pouring Out of the faucet along with the roasting liquid.
Mr. Hoover brought the enema bag out from a cupboard under the sink.
To Alison, the item resembled a hot water bottle. Except that this hot water bottle had a long plastic hose attached to it. At the end of the hose was a strange, triangular shaped item. Alison correctly assumed this end would be stuck up her ass.
She was a bit afraid of the contraption, but she figured it would be much better to be submitted to the hot water enema than put up with this damned dildo for another extended period of time!
Mr. Hoover had filled the red rubber bag with the steaming water. He began approaching the girl in the tub, screwing shut the top of the bag attached to the hose. Alison hoped the water wouldn't scald her insides!
"Now, Alison, spread your legs wide, bend over, and touch the wall with your hands."
Alison moved to the desired position.
"When I pull the dildo out," Mr. Hoover began, as he undid the straps what were tied around her waist, "I do not want to see anything at all coming out of your ass. You must wait until I instruct you to relieve yourself. Because, Alison dear, after I pull the dildo out, and after I fill your ass with scalding water, I am going to put you over my knee and spank you like the naughty little girl you are. After the punishment has been completed, then you may relieve yourself. Are my instructions completely understood?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Hoover," Alison stuttered. She was shivering in the cold bathtub. Maybe the hot water up her ass would heat her up. Maybe the sensation wouldn't be so bad after all!
Mr. Hoover pulled the thick plastic dildo out of her asshole with a loud PLOP! Oh, it felt so good to have that damn thing out of her ass!
Suddenly, the tip of the enema was being shoved roughly up her ass. The girl tensed as she waited for the stream of hot water to enter her bowels.
When the torrid liquid was let loose from the bag and began to trickle through the raw insides of her colon and rectum, Alison wanted to scream in horror! The water was so hot! Oh, surely Mr. Hoover was scalding her insides way beyond repair!
She had the most intense desire to suddenly shit immediately. No laxative had made her feel this desperate! And the uncomfortable temperature of the water surging through her bowels was certainly not helping matters one bit!
The anguished teenager bit her lip, tensed her ass, and prayed her sphincter muscles wouldn't let her down. She could only imagine what discomforts Mr. Hoover would bestow upon her if she disobeyed him!
Mr. Hoover, thankfully, did not bother filling the girl's ass up to the brim with the entire contents of the enema bag. This was, after all, only her first night at his correctional facilities, and he did not want to push the pretty secretary over the edge!
He sat down on the edge of the tub and, still fully clothed in his business suit, took the girl's trembling naked body over his knees.
"Now, I'm going to spank you, you naughty little girl!" he said triumphantly.
He lifted a large hand over the creamy white asscheeks. They were rigid and strained, valiantly resisting the explosion Alison so much wanted to complete.
He smacked the smooth white skin. He smacked it again and again, as hard as he could.
Mr. Hoover could feel the girl squirming on top of his strong thighs. He knew she was in agony! He felt like laughing.
Alison could not believe her ass was capable of holding the hot water up inside her for so long. Especially when her boss was spanking her so!
The lashes fell on her butt again and again. Soon, the asscheeks were a harsh red color.
Mr. Hoover was through with his spanking. He threw the girl into the tub. Alison landed on the porcelain with a thud. Mr. Hoover vacated his location on the edge of the tub and said the words she had been dying to hear for so long: "Relieve yourself, Alison!"
The loudest fatting noise Alison had ever had the misfortune to experience suddenly escaped from between her exhausted asscheeks. She relaxed her muscles, and was repulsed, yet very, very relieved, to feel a lukewarm stream of liquid escape from her ass. The pukish liquid ran down the back of her legs, and emptied into the tub.
The bathroom reeked of the girl's excretion. Alison was oblivious to the smell, however. She was just so happy for that particular incident to have ended!
She collapsed in the pool of rancid mire.
"WHAT A FILTHY, STINKING MESS YOU'VE MADE, YOU STUPID LITTLE CUNT' Alison's boss screamed at her in anger.
The girl looked up sheepishly. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hoover."
"You're damn right you're sorry!" he exclaimed. "You better clean this filthy mess up, or I'll beat you 'til you're black and blue!"
"Y-yes, sir," the timid girl stuttered.
"I am going to leave this room," the stem man said. "I will be back in fifteen minutes. When I come back I do not want to be able to smell this fucking stench you have created. Do I make myself perfectly clear."
"Yes, Mr. Hoover. I will do my best."
Mr. Hoover smiled. This bitch was a natural!
He could tell the weekend was going to be very, very pleasant.
For him at least!
He left the girl struggling to pick her bare body out of the puddle of offending liquid and went into the black room once again.
The muscular man set up a chair in the middle of the room. He then brought two thick strands of coarse white rope. He placed them on the chair.
He then took off his business suit, throwing the clothing on a pile in a corner of the room. He felt his quickly expanding member. It would be good to fuck this girl again; she had been great the day before in the office!
Now he would have an entire weekend (and probably more!) to enjoy her sexual pleasures! But time for that later! He must continue with the training!
Fifteen minutes had passed. Mr. Hoover entered the bathroom once again to check on Alison's progress. She was a quick learner, he decided. Both the tub and her nubile, young body were spanking clean. Both passed his quick inspection.
"Very good, Alison. You might need less training than I suspected!"
Alison was sitting on the toilet seat, exhausted. She passed him a wan smile.
"But, why do you look so tired? The weekend has only just begun! We must move on! Come along, now!"
Alison had been staring at her boss' well-knit body. She could tell he went to the gym often. His pecs and stomach muscles were well-formed. His thighs were thick and firm. His shoulders were broad and his arms were powerful.
She licked her lips. It was really worth all this trouble to have the man eventually fuck her, she decided.
She looked at the huge rod poking up between his legs. Oh, to feel that slab of manmeat violating her between the legs!
She got up quickly. "Anything you say, Mr. Hoover," the secretary said to her boss.
This was certainly going to be more interesting than taking a letter!