Chapter 2
"It's so nice of you to meet me, Mr. Peterson," Kathy said as Joel Peterson led her into his office and closed the door behind them.
Peterson sat down at his big desk, turned on the intercom and spoke to his secretary. "Martha," he said. "Hold all calls. I will be talking with Miss Kramer for a while and I don't wish to be disturbed." He turned to look at Kathy and smiled. "Can I fix you a drink, dear?"
"Why, thank you, sir. B-but, it's not lunch time yet. Would it be all right?"
"What would you like?" he asked.
"A Martini would be nice," she replied, attempting to act in a sophisticated manner.
"Okay, Kathy." Peterson stood and strode to the corner. He pushed a button and the wet bar opened automatically. In a jiffy, he fixed her drink and built himself a Scotch and water. Handing her the Martini, he bent down and smelled her perfume, breathing the heady aroma into his nostrils.
"Mmmmm, you smell nice."
"Why, thank you, sir," she said, her face flushing. She shifted her eyes and looked up at him, glowing with youth and vitality, giving off a sexual aura.
"You certainly are a lovely creature, Kathy. Now, tell me. What is on your mind? Why did you want to see me?"
"Well, sir! I just..."
"Don't call me sir. Don't call me Mr. Peterson, either. Call me Joel...please."
"Thank you, uh...Joel. Well, I've been working here for several months now and..."
"You're Jack Johnson's secretary, aren't you?"
"Yes. But, well..."
"Speak up, Kathy. Don't be afraid." He bent down and spoke close to her ear, whispering. "Whatever you say will remain confidential. I promise you."
Kathy steeled her nerves and said what was on her mind. "I want a better job. I'd like to work for you. I hope you don't think I'm being brash, Joel." She flashed her eyes up at the handsome executive.
"Why, I think that can be arranged," he responded coolly. "I think I could use you, Kathy. But, you might have to work longer hours, dear." He slipped his tongue into her ear, planting a long, wet kiss.
"Ohhh, Joel," she purred. She extended her neck languorously to receive his wet caress.
In a moment, his mouth was pressed against hers and their tongues met in a hot caress. He kissed her hard, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She swooned and found herself enjoying Joel's French kiss. It had been an unexpected pleasure. Before she even had a chance to reflect on what happening, he lifted her up and carried her over to a long table in the corner. Swiftly, he lifted her tight silk skirt and tugged her panties off.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped breathlessly.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, Kathy?" he replied in an icy tone of voice.
"I don't really know. But, give me my panties back. Please!" she demanded.
"Ha-ha! That's real funny, bitch!" he hissed. His strong fingers grasped the flesh on her creamy thighs as he spread her legs apart and climbed on top of the table. He positioned himself between her spread legs and plunged his thumb into her tight cunt. "Hmmm, nice cunt, baby. Nice and ripe for fucking." He rubbed his thumb around the opening to her pussy, pressing against her fleshy cuntlips and ramming his thumb into her pussy. "Yeah, you've got a nice cunt, Kathy."
"Nooo! Please!" she shrieked, glancing toward the door and expecting Peterson's secretary to come dashing in at any moment.
"Ha! That's funny, baby. Real funny. Let me set you straight right now, bitch. This office is soundproof. The door is locked and my secretary has strict orders not to disturb me. You can scream your lungs out, and nobody'll do anything to help you." He plunged two fingers into her cunt, ramming them knuckle-deep into her seething pussy.
She grimaced with fear and pain as his probing fingers slipped into her cunt. "Please, don't do that! I beg you!" She twisted on the table and managed to escape his probing fingers. As his fingers slipped out of her pussy, she looked closely at the man, her eyes glazed with fright and disbelief.
"That wasn't very smart, Kathy," he said matter-of-factly. He climbed off the table and walked to his desk, pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the lower desk drawer. He pulled the drawer out and produced four pairs of steel manacles and a black leather whip. He smiled lecherously, his eyes wide open and glowing in the harsh office light. Slowly, with deliberate steps, he moved forward.
"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered.
As he grabbed her wrist and clamped a manacle down on her flesh, she cried and tried to pull away from him. She had only one thought in mind-to make a dash for the door. But, her body refused to respond to her mental command. She was frozen in place. Frozen with fear.
"Good God! What are you going to do with me?"
Peterson's answer came in the form of a wicked lashing from the black leather whip. The whip fell across her shoulders, tearing her blouse to shreds.
"Owwwww!" she shrieked as the pain lanced through her body. The whip fell again, this time across the front of her blouse, ripping the fine silk material. She writhed in pain, twisting her body spasmodically to avoid the blows of the wicked black whip. It was useless to try to escape the man or his whip. The whip rained down on her, tearing her clothes and leaving her beautiful, nubile body totally exposed. She fell back on the table, exhausted by her futile attempts to escape the vile punishment. Her tortured body was wracked with terrible pain and she saw stars, but the whipping continued relentlessly.
Peterson worked feverishly, spreadeagling the tortured young woman and binding her to the legs of the table, manacling her wrists and ankles. While he worked on binding her, he kept beating her with the whip, striking her thighs and tits with wild abandon and perverse delight, chuckling as he went about his demonic task.
Finally, he was finished binding her to the table. He stepped back to admire his cruel handiwork. "Aha! Very nice! You're a lovely sight, Kathy."
"Wh-what's...going on here?" she protested. She struggled in her bonds, soon discovering that the steel manacles held her in place on the table-spread-eagled and helplessly exposed.
"Yes, indeed!" Peterson enthused. "You are a tasty little morsel, Kathy. Nice tits! Nice ass! Nice tight cunt! It is tight, isn't it? Your cunt is nice and tight?" He waited a moment and, when she failed to respond to his lewd question, he flailed her tits again with the whip.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed in agony. "Yes, dammit! I'm a virgin, you fucking ass-hole!" The moment she said it, she knew that it was a very bad mistake. "I-I didn't mean that, Mr. Peterson! Honest!"
"Yes you did, Kathy," he replied, his voice calm but menacing. "That's all right, though. I won't hold it against you, bitch!"
He raised the whip high and brought it down hard and fast. The tip of the leather whip snapped wickedly across her pussy-mound. When the pain flashed through her cunt, she shrieked and twitched convulsively. It was, without a doubt, the most horrible pain that she had ever experienced. Her pussy felt like it was on fire! Her face contorted into a mask of horrid agony. It was more than she could bear. She knew that she would not be able to endure much more physical abuse.
"Let's see how you like this, Kathy," Peterson said as he tickled her cuntlips with the handle of the leather whip. He chuckled lewdly, tugged down his zipper and pulled out his prick. His cock wagged obscenely in front of him as he slid the whip handle into her cunt, inch by inch.
"Noooooo!" Kathy screamed. She felt so humiliated and degraded. The whip handle was sliding right up her cunt, rubbing along her cunt-walls which twitched in response and clamped down on the thick leather whip handle. She could feel her pussy getting wet from the obscene stimulation. Her pussy-nectar began to flow freely, leaking out of her cunt and dripping down her creamy thighs. She hated herself for getting sexually stimulated by this lewd act of being fucked by a whip handle. It was disgusting and grotesque. But, nevertheless, it was happening. Her pussy made lewd sucking noises as it instinctively clasped the rough leather handle of the black whip.
"Yeah, you like being whip-fucked, don't you, Kathy? You love being whip-fucked, bitch. I can tell. Shit, your cunt's getting all hot and juicy. Hot and ready to be fucked by a real, live cock. Isn't that right, bitch?"
"Noooo! Stop it! Please!" she screamed. But, a moment later, she was speechless. Her cunt really was getting hot and juicy with pussy-nectar. Thick curds of slimy cunt-juice formed on her foaming pussy-walls and leaked and dripped obscenely out of her twat. Her pussy was steaming with passion and lust, emotions-over which she had no control whatsoever. It was horrifying to her to lose total control over her body.
"Yeah, nice hot cunt. Ready to be fucked!" he snorted obscenely as he whip-fucked her cunt, sluicing the evil black whip handle in and out of her juicy pussy.
"No! You...you can't! Please! I-I'm a virgin!" she blurted.
His eyes brightened and opened wide. "Goddamn! You don't say? A virgin! Shit! This is my lucky day!" He chortled and began to stroke his cock with one hand as he continue to pump the whip in and out of her hot cunt with the other. "Yeah, a real, honest-to-God virgin!"
"Please, don't fuck me! I beg you," Kathy pleaded. She writhed about helplessly in her bonds, her ankles and wrists chafing as they rubbed against the manacles which bound her to the table. There was no escape. She was bound firmly. She stared at Peterson's cock, which throbbed and surged with pulsating blood. His cock was big and stiff, and Peterson looked like he was dying to fuck her cunt with his hard prick. If he decided to rape her pussy, there was nothing that she could do to stop him. She was totally at his mercy. "Please, don't fuck me! I want to stay a virgin!"
"Tough shit, bitch!" he shouted angrily. "You've got to get fucked sometime, baby. So, I'm gonna do you a big favor and take your cherry. I love cherries, and I'm really gonna enjoy fucking your pussy. Since you're a virgin, your cunt is gonna be nice and tight. And there's nothing better than a tight-fitting cunt. He pulled off his trousers and climbed on top of the table.
Joel Peterson gripped his thick, blue-veined prick in his hairy hand. Slowly, carefully, he guided his cock toward her gaping cunt-hole, which glistened with pussy-juice. He touched the tip of his cock against her wet cuntlips. She instinctively flinched and wriggled her hips sideways, trying to ward off his cock. She soon discovered that it was useless to struggle. The manacles that bound her to the table bit cruelly into her flesh and she winced in pain. Her eyes were filled with terror and her face was contorted, distorting her lovely young features. Her nostrils were flared and she clenched her teeth. Never before had she experienced such spine-chilling fear. Her body ached from the whipping that the cruel man had given her but her cunt kept churning out thick, hot curds of pussy-juice and she was unable to still her heated excitement. She was strangely, inexplicably fascinated by the brutal cruelty of the moment.
"Yeah, nice tight virgin cunt! The best for fucking! This is going to hurt, bitch! At least, it'll hurt at first...until I bust through your sweet cherry! Damn! Your pussy is nice and hot!" Peterson rubbed his cock-knob across her pussy-flaps, titillating her with the tip of his bloated prick. She could feel her clit responding to the raspy feel of his cock-tip as it pressed into her sensitive pussy-flesh. A weird tingling sensation pulsed through her heated cunt. She gasped. "Here I come, Kathy!" he exclaimed as he slid his prick between her slick pussy-lips.
"Oh, good God! Y-you can't do this to me!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face.
"Shut up, you cunt!" he hissed. "I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you, and there isn't a damned thing you can do to stop me! Ohhhh, shit! Your cunt is so tight!" He groaned loudly and rammed forward, his prick slicing into her tight cunt.
"Ow, it hurts," she wailed. His prick was much thicker than the whip handle that he had shoved up her cunt. She could feel her constricted cunt-walls being stretched to the absolute limit. Her pussy ached terribly.
"I don't give a fuck how much it hurts, cunt!" he snorted.
He slid his prick deeper into her slick, hot pussy. Then, he grunted as his cock met an obstruction that prohibited deeper penetration of his hard prick into her heated cunt. It was her unbroken hymen, her lovely cherry! He pressed forward again, shoving his cock deeper into her pussy, his cock-knob banging into her hymen. Her taut hymen stretched, but it didn't break.
"All right! Now, I'm going to bust open your cherry, bitch! This is going to hurt like hell, but after I finish with you, you'll be a real woman!"
He gloried in his role. He was gloating in his powerful position, his control over the situation. Kathy hated Joel Peterson. He was a crude, perverted man. This was not what she wanted at all! What a disgusting way to lose her virginity, she thought. It was repulsive and degrading. What was more, it hurt. His prick-tip pressed into her taut tender hymen, stretching the thin layer of skin as his cock poked hard into her cherry. She cried. It was useless to resist. She would somehow have to endure the pain that was to come when he rammed his prick through her hymen. She steeled her nerves and summoned up all of her strength and courage in preparation for what she knew would be the most painful experience of her life.
"Well, here goes, Kathy!" Peterson bellowed as he lunged forward, slamming his stiff prick deep into her cunt. Her pussy-walls stretched far apart and his bloated cock probed about in her cunt. His cock stabbed knife-like into her cherry, jabbing through her hymen which tore and ripped. At first, her hymen resisted. Then it stretched. Then it broke. The thin membrane tore and his cock drove on through and deep into her hot cunt. Her virginity was a thing of the past.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she wailed. Her cry of torment and anguish filled the room as she bucked about on the table beneath Peterson's assaulting prick. A sharp, burning sensation raked through her ravaged cunt as her hymen snapped open, allowing his prick to penetrate the depths of her pussy. She emitted a thin, strangled cry of desperation. "Owwwwww!" The pain was too intense to believe. It tore at her nerve endings and sent her into wild convulsions.
But Joel Peterson wasn't about to quit fucking her cunt. He was chuckling and fucking her rhythmically, ramming his hard cock in and out of her pussy like a piston. She could feel her pussy-juice mixing with blood from her broken hymen. His hard cock stirred the mixture around in her wet pussy. Her pussy-walls fit snugly around his massive prick, capturing his cock in her cuntal web. Her body stiffened and she lay motionless, trying to withstand the cruel onslaught.
"Move, dammit! When I poke your cunt with my prick, I want you to move too! Shove back toward me, bitch. Fuck me back or I'll kick the shit out of you! Understand?" His voice was strained and menacing.
"All right! All right!" she bellowed in response. Pain shot through her well-fucked cunt, but she obeyed his obscene command. She ground her hips forward, taking all of his stiff prick into her cunt. His cock explored the inside of her pussy, sliding along her sensitive, tight cunt-walls and ramming far into her cunt. His prick stirred her pussy-juices, which streamed in thin rivulets down her creamy, flexed thighs. His cock was buried balls-deep in her steaming pussy. They were locked together in a heated embrace, but she found the whole thing sordid and disgusting. Peterson was not making love to her. He was raping her cunt, abusing her beautiful, young body. His cock-knob was throbbing inside of her pussy and his lengthy cock-shaft massaged her trembling, juicy cunt-walls. His cock impaled her ravaged pussy, holding her captive to the unwanted fucking.
"Yeah, bitch! That's a good girl! That's much better! Fuck, baby! Fuck! Fuck me back, cunt! Whore! Cocksucker!" He bellowed crude obscenities at her. Spit flew out of his mouth and spattered her face. Again, she obeyed his vile command, jerking her hips upward to meet his mighty cock-thrusts into her hot pussy.
"Ohhhhhh! Good God!" she wailed. His monstrous prick dipped into her cunt once more, stirring her cunt-juices. Her pussy was filled to overflowing with his giant cock. A strange, tingling sensation crept through her cunt and caused her to moan loudly. She didn't understand what was happening at first. Soon the strange sensation rippled through her entire body, causing her to shudder and quake.
His prick felt hot and alive inside her cunt. Her cunt spasmed and her clit trembled with erotic delight. She was getting turned on in a big way from the fucking, the brutal raping of her pussy.
She was no longer a virgin. Joel Peterson had stolen her virginity, popped her cheery with his hard cock. Joel Peterson was the villain. He was a nasty rapist, fucking her furiously and forcing her to jerk her hips about and meet his cock-thrusts with her pussy. She had never met such a depraved man. He was a monster!
"Fuck, bitch! Fuck! Yeah! Unnggghhh! Ohhhh, man! What a nice cunt!! Your pussy is so tight and hot! Shit! It feels great! Fuck slut, fuck!" He kept shouting obscenities, degrading, humiliating curses that repulsed her and made her feel thoroughly ashamed and debased. There was no way to stop him from slamming his hard prick into her hot cunt, but strange as it would seem, she wasn't really sure that she wanted him to stop fucking her. Not now! Not now that she was starting to enjoy the fucking.
"Ohhhh, my God!" the tortured young woman moaned throatily. "It...you...your cock...feels...good!"
"Okay, that's the stuff! Dig it, bitch! Get into it! I love fucking your cunt, Kathy! Dig it, bitch! Fuck! Fuck!" He laughed loudly and continued raping her pussy, ramming his prick deeper and deeper into her hot twat. Her pussy swallowed his prick and spasmed with pleasure and unbridled lust.
"Ummmm, damn!" she cursed. There was no denying the wonderful sensations that rippled through her well-fucked cunt. Her pussy was soaking wet with cunt-juice, and hot curds of cunt-nectar stuck to her cuntlips, glistening obscenely in the harsh office light. Her body shook, She moaned. She felt a swelling tide of pleasure engulfing her, sweeping her into the abyss, washing across her cunt, causing her clit to throb with delight and sexual abandon.
"Tighten up, bitch!" Peterson snorted crudely. "Tighten up! Do it, cunt!"
"Wh-what do you mean?" She didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Tighten your cunt muscles, you dumb slut!" he screamed. "Tighten your pussy around my cock, stupid!"
She clamped her pussy-walls down tightly over his throbbing cock-shaft, imprisoning his prick in her pussy-hole. Her cunt nipped at his cock, holding it firmly in its tight grip.
"Unnnggghh! Unnnggghhh! Ummmppphhh!" Peterson was going crazy with lust. He panted obscenely and ground his hips forward in rapid motions, raping her cunt with his rock-hard cock. His massive hard-on slid deep into her hot, slick pussy. She jerked back against his prick and gyrated her hips rhythmically to meet his cock-thrusts, unconsciously timing her movements to bring about a warm mingling of lust and raw sex.
"Ohhhhh, Joel," she cooed softly. "Your cock feels so damned good in my pussy! Don't stop now! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kathy could hardly believe her own words. She was lost in passion. Previously, she had lost control over her body. Now, she didn't even have any control over what she said. All that she understood now were the wonderful sensations that spilled through her cunt, causing her to buck and writhe in sexual ecstasy.
Joel Peterson needed no prodding from Kathy. He was lost too. He was wild with passion. His cock sliced into her pussy, raking along her constricted cunt-walls and ramming deep into her cunt. He fucked her with long, powerful cock-strokes that impaled her pussy and sent her soaring into oblivion. His face was strained and all of his muscles were flexed. The pressure inside his brain was building and he kept fucking her hard and fast.
"I love it!" he exclaimed. "Your cunt! So fucking tight! Yeah, slut! Whore! Bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt!" His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook with pleasure as he fucked Kathy Kramer.
"I love it too!" she wailed in high-pitched voice. "Fuck me hard, Joel! Do it! Fuck me! Don't stop!"
Joel Peterson was not about to stop now. He was hot and heavy into the fucking. His prick throbbed mightily and he increased the speed of his cock-stabs into her heated cunt. His prick slammed fast and hard into her pussy, causing rippling sensations to course through her cunt.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, he slammed forward, jabbing his prick into her twat. His prick skewered her cunt and pressed far into her pussy, plowing through her cunt, filling her pussy with delirious sensations that drove her wild with passion. She felt as though her pussy were about to explode. She was on the very edge of a powerful orgasm, at the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Then, Joel came. His body tensed and he plunged forward one final time. He shuddered and released his his load of thick, scalding jism into her cunt.
"Aaggghhh!" he gasped as he came. His prick was buried deep in her cunt. His load of jism spurted out of his cock-slit and washed through her well-fucked cunt.
Hot pussy-juice stirred in her cunt and mingled with his cum. Kathy ground her cunt around on his cock in a single final attempt to bring off her own orgasm, but it was too late. She felt as though all she needed was for him to thrust forward with his prick one more time, but, he refused to do it. He was finished, reveling in his own powerful orgasm. He was too selfish to be concerned with her pleasure.
"That was nice. You seemed to enjoy it too, Kathy," Joel Peterson said as he stopped down off the table.
His cock drooled obscenely and he stepped into his trousers. He unlocked the manacles that bound Kathy to the table and threw them, along with the black leather whip, back into his desk drawer. He closed the desk drawer and locked it. Then he turned to look at Kathy, who cowered and pouted.
"You know, of course, that you are not to breathe a word of what happened here today. That would be a serious mistake, and would naturally cost you your job. Next Monday, you go to work as my secretary. Take the rest of the day off. You'll find a dress that fits you in my closet. I'm going to lunch now. When I return, I expect you to be gone." With that, he turned and walked out of the office.