Chapter 3
It was three days later and Barbara Sherwood sat behind her new desk and beamed at her reflection in the glass doors that separated the Executive Offices from the lesser employees. She smiled smugly as she looked down at the walnut desk plaque with her name and new title: Ms. B. Sherwood, it read. Underneath were the words-Executive Secretary to the Vice President of Sales.
She mouthed the words silently, savoring every syllable. God, it sounds impressive, she thought to herself. No more fumbling with cock-hounds like Al Benson. No more quick pinches on her swelling buttocks from hot-blooded salesmen. She was going to call the shots now and she had Paul Winslow to shield her.
She glanced up to see the nervous figure of Laura Jones about to enter the Executive Offices. Barbara smiled and beckoned the girl to hurry. Christ, she looks positively dowdy! Laura wore a dress of brown cotton and had her hair drawn back severely from her face. She carried a secretary's pad and pencil in her slender fingers.
"You wanted to see me?" Laura asked in a voice barely above a whisper. She was always nervous when she entered these plush offices.
Barbara motioned to a chair beside the desk.
"Please sit down, Miss Jones," she said. When Laura was primly seated, Barbara turned to her. "I have a very important job that has to be done this weekend and I thought you might like to help."
Laura nodded. She was always grateful for overtime and the few extra dollars it brought to supplement her small salary.
"Of course," she replied in the same tiny voice.
"Good!" Barbara said with a broad smile. She reached into her desk drawer and took out a five dollar bill and a pad of petty cash receipts. She pushed them across the desk to the puzzled girl. "Here, I want you to take a taxi home and pack enough clothing for the weekend. I'll pick you up at your apartment in about two hours."
"B-but ... but ... I don't understand," Laura said, twisting her hands nervously. "Where are we going?"
Barbara smiled reassuringly.
"This is a very special project, Miss Jones. You and I are going to work on the revised departmental budgets with Mr. Winslow. We'll be going up to the Executive Retreat!" She paused to let the words sink in. "This assignment certainly won't hurt your chances of promotion from the typing pool!"
Laura had vaguely heard the other typists talking about the plush mountain retreat that the company owned. Apparently it was used for business and by the higher-level executives who just wanted to get away from the city.
Barbara could see the confusion in the young blonde's eyes. Laura looked as though she couldn't make up her mind to smile or to jump up from the chair and run from the office.
"Now look, Miss Jones ... Laura! This is an opportunity that doesn't come very often. You'll get to know Mr. Winslow..." she could barely contain the lewd smile as she thought just how well Laura was going to get to know Paul Winslow. " ... and there's tennis courts and a swimming pool there for when we aren't working. Do you want me to have to tell Mr. Winslow that you don't want to help us?"
"Oh no, it's just that..." Laura paused, her mind racing. It was the first time anyone had ever singled her out for anything. She wanted to go, that much was certain. But at the same time she felt uncertain and a little afraid. What if she didn't do a good job? Then, she closed her mind to all of her own insecurities and picked up the five dollar bill and signed the petty cash receipt.
"I'd be happy to help you and Mr. Winslow," she said, trying to make her voice firm.
Barbara smiled inwardly.
"Fine!" she said. "Now you go home and get packed."
As Laura got up and started for the door, Barbara called out to her.
"Please don't tell anyone about this. This is a very special and very confidential project and we don't want everyone in the office questioning you about next year's budget. I've already made arrangements with your supervisor. All right?"
"Of course," Laura whispered, feeling a little conspiratorial shiver run down her lovely spine at the thought of being privy to so much important office information.
She left quickly.
Barbara waited until the girl's figure had disappeared down the hallway and then picked up the telephone and buzzed Mr. Winslow.
"Paul, honey," she said sexily, "it's all set. Get that sweet prick of yours ready for some action!"
In just under two hours, Barbara and Laura were driving rapidly through the rush hour traffic out of the city. Barbara drove expertly, weaving in and out of the freeway lanes as if she couldn't wait to get to their destination.
The lovely young Laura leaned back against the comfortable passenger's seat and thought about what was ahead for her. For the first time in her young life she was ashamed of the drab clothing she wore and of the cheap suitcase in the back seat. Barbara, by comparison, was dressed like a high-fashion model and Laura wished desperately that she had at least one outfit that made her look as sophisticated and attractive as the older woman.
"Penny for your thoughts, honey," Barbara said, trying to draw the young girl out of her shell.
"I was just wondering why you picked me for this job," Laura said, "I mean, there are girls in the typing pool with much more experience than I."
"Oh, it wasn't me! Mr. Winslow asked for you especially."
Laura was even more confused now. She had seen Mr. Winslow in the office, of course, but she would have bet her life that someone as important and handsome as the Vice-President would never have noticed her.
Barbara turned off the freeway and they were soon driving into the mountains. The rugged landscape seemed stark and foreboding to Laura as they drove in silence, each of them lost in her own thoughts.
Barbara remembered how excited Paul had been when she told him that Laura was coming. He immediately called her into the office and told her gleefully what he expected of her and what he intended to do to Laura before the weekend was over. His lips had drooled as he described the degradation and humiliation Laura would get from them both. Barbara's wetly clenching pussy had been on fire as he planned every detail of the young typist's rape.
Then, just as it was getting dark, they arrived at the gates to the secluded retreat and in a moment were driving up the long, tree-shaded driveway to where Paul waited for them. Laura gasped as they suddenly drew up in front of the huge, sprawling building. It was a mansion that the company had purchased several years before as a tax writeoff.
"Gosh, it's certainly impressive, isn't it?" Laura said when the motor was turned off and the silence of the woods struck them both. "I've never been anywhere like this before!"
Barbara had to choke down a lewd giggle as she thought of all the new experiences in store for the lovely young naive girl.
"Just a little cabin in the country!" Barbara joked, taking their suitcases from the back seat and watching Laura closely.
Suddenly the front door opened and Paul Winslow came out toward them, a smile on his face and a gleam of obscene anticipation in his eyes.
"Welcome, ladies," he called out to them, taking the suitcases from Barbara and motioning them toward the house. "Come right in, the fire is lit and the drinks await!"
Barbara waited until Laura went on ahead and then reached down and lovingly patted Paul's trouser-covered cock. She could see that he had been drinking.
Paul set the suitcases down in the huge reception area and pointed toward a room to the left.
"Miss Jones, why don't you go in and get settled while I have a word with Miss Sherwood!"
Laura nodded obediently and went into the waiting room. She was so unused to the luxury she was experiencing that her breath was almost taken away by the sybaritic furnishings. A large flagstone fireplace with crackling logs dominated one side of the room and there were comfortable couches and chairs scattered about everywhere. It was almost too much for her eyes to take in all at once.
The carpet was unbelievable plush and she felt its soft nap tickle her ankles as she suddenly realized how out of place she was. One whole wall was glass and she went toward it. As she neared it she was surprised to discover that sliding glass door led to an arboretum that seemed, incredibly enough, to have a wide sparkling pool that extended almost into the room where she was standing. Tropical shrubs and trees filled the darkened room.
"Admiring our hot-house?" Paul Winslow's voice boomed out behind her.
Laura turned around quickly to see the handsome executive coming toward her, a glass in each hand. Barbara had also come into the room and was warming her body by the fireplace, sipping a drink while she moved her voluptuous body sensuously.
"I've never seen anything like it," Laura said.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Paul replied, handing Laura one of the tall glasses he carried. She took it uncertainly, afraid to refuse.
"What ... what is this?" she asked nervously.
"Just a little drink to take the chill off your lovely bones," he laughed. He suspected that the beautiful young blonde didn't drink. "Don't worry, it's very weak."
Laura was afraid to refuse the handsome man who was urging her to take her first drink. Her eyes roamed over his body that was dressed casually in open-necked sports shirt and expensive slacks. Every inch of him exuded power-an animal power that both frightened and fascinated Laura. She brought the glass to her lips and sipped slowly.
"Hey, that's no way to drink," Paul laughed. "You've got to toss off the first one quickly. like this!"
He tilted back his head and drank his own drink in one gulp.
Laura did as she was told. At first there was no reaction. Then the alcohol slammed into her stomach with a force that almost took her breath away. She had to fight back the gagging sensation she felt in her throat as the alcohol spread through her body and produced a heated sensation that left her shaken and confused. She felt dizzy and was unable to focus her eyes.
"See, I told you, you'd like it," Paul said warmly, patting her arm. Now let me show you some of our little playthings!"
He set his glass down on a nearby table and went to the glass doors that separated the room they were in from the arboretum. Pulling them open all the way he turned and called out to Barbara.
"Barbara, flick that switch next to the fireplace!"
Barbara reached over and pulled the switch. Immediately there was a low whirring sound and Laura was astonished to see the floor of the room parting to reveal a sparkling pool that extended from the arboretum into the huge front room. She realized that it was a swimming pool-an indoor swimming pool. She had never even heard of anything like this!
Paul laughed.
"You looked surprised? Don't you like the idea of indoor swimming?"
"N-no ... I mean yes ... I mean..." Laura was almost speechless. "I mean, it just seems so ... different!"
"Oh, we have an outdoor pool too," Paul said, taking her arm and pulling her closer to the water. "This one is for these chilly fall nights when you'd freeze your bottom off outside."
His eyes were roving over her glorious buttocks as he spoke and he could hardly wait to get his hands wrapped around the swelling virginal flesh.
"Hey, let's go swimming right now!" Barbara cried out, coming over to where they stood.
"Sure, why not?" Paul answered. "You girls go get into your suits and I'll mix us another drink."
Laura protested that she hadn't brought a swim suit but Barbara pulled her toward a room that opened off the back wall.
"You can't use that for an excuse," she said. "There are lots of suits in the dressing room. Come on!"
She pulled Laura into the room and shut the door. She was stripping off her dress quickly while Laura looked around the dressing room. It was a small, carpeted room that contained nothing but lockers and two benches. Her eyes widened as Barbara stepped out of her panties and stood before her, naked and excited. The young girl's eyes tried to pull away from the willowy older woman's pink flesh but she found herself unable to.
"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" Barbara laughed, rifling through one of the lockers for a swim suit. She pulled out several and held them up to her magnificent body before choosing one, a skimpy yellow bikini.
Laura blushed. She never had seen another woman nude, not even her mother. As Barbara spread her legs to step into the bikini bottom, Laura could see the other woman's soft, furry mound open and the pink cuntal lips come into view.
"Get your clothes off," Barbara ordered, smoothing the skimpy piece of cloth over her flaring hips and tucking a few strands of pubic hair under the crotch.
Laura looked around desperately for someplace to change in private but there was nowhere. She couldn't strip off her clothing in front of Barbara-she just couldn't!
Barbara's lovely, full breasts were still uncovered as she reached over and started to unbutton Laura's dress. The young blonde could see the hardening full nipples and it made her even more embarrassed.
"Don't," she said, pulling away. "I'll do it myself!"
"okay, but hurry up. Here's a suit for you!"
Barbara thrust a small wad of bright cloth at Laura and adjusted her own bra top while she watched the girl undress. As soon as she stepped out of her dress, Laura blushed again and Barbara whistled appreciatively. By God, she thought, Paul must have X-Ray eyes. It was apparent that Laura had a magnificent body under the ugly dresses she wore. Not even the plain cloth panties and bra could disguise the delights that lay hidden beneath them.
"Wow, you should never wear clothing with a body like that!"
Despite how she felt about her own well-formed female flesh, Laura couldn't help the surge of pride that came at the older woman's words. Her mother had always taught her how evil it was to display any part of her body to men's lustful glances and Laura had learned her lesson well. But to the confused girl this was somehow different. Barbara wasn't a man! She was a voluptuous, self-assured woman who certainly wasn't interested in Laura that way!
"Come on, honey," Barbara urged, "get those ugly under things off and get into your bikini, Paul said for us to hurry!"
The strong drink she had had made Laura bolder and she pulled her panties and bra off and quickly replaced them with the tiny bikini. Her face flushed as she realized that she was almost naked and yet she was about to display her nude body in front of her employer. She wanted to cover herself with her hands but Barbara was pulling her toward the door.
"Here we come, Paul," Barbara called out as she led the protesting young girl back into the large room.
"Wow!" Paul called out as he saw them. He had already changed into tight swimming briefs and his huge cock was half-erect and pounding with excitement from the sight of Laura's gorgeous naked flesh. "Come on over here and have a drink!"
He wanted to see the frightened young girl closer. His lewd eyes were already roaming feverishly over her barely-covered half-moons of breasts with the rigid little nipples straining against the thin cloth. She walked stiffly but he could appreciate the lovely white flesh of her magnificent legs and the tiny hair-covered slit of cuntal opening that lay nestled in her crotch.
His lean, well-tanned muscles rippled as he took Laura's trembling hand and led her to the edge of the pool. Her eyes were down-cast and she was blushing but it only added to the lewd excitement he felt. By Christ, he thought to himself smugly, I was right! She's beautiful! And it isn't going to be very long before those long legs are going to be spread for me while my cock is ramming into her little ass-hole!
"I feel like dancing," Barbara called out, going to the stereo and turning it on. "Anyone want to dance?"
The room was immediately filled with the soft but insistent wail of a sensuous saxophone and the muted beat of erotic drums that made Laura's nerves tingle.
Barbara began wriggling her buttocks, her hands on her pear-shaped breasts, squeezing them softly, her tiny pink tongue running sensually around her full, red-ovaled lips. She twisted her hips and pelvis provocatively with the music, her body moving cat-like in time to the jungle rhythm.
Laura was reeling from the second drink that Paul had forced on her and she had an almost irresistible urge to shout out encouragements to the twisting, writhing older woman. The dancing was almost hypnotic and Laura was surprised to find her own fingers drumming in time to the music.
"She's got a lovely body, hasn't she?" Paul said, sitting down on the floor next to Laura. He was speaking so softly that she had to lean closer to catch what he was saying.
Paul's thigh was suddenly pressed into hers and she moved away only to find his leg moving with hers. Despite herself she found the feel of his warm flesh against hers somehow comforting. He was smiling at her warmly as his body twisted around so that he was facing her.
"But her body doesn't hold a candle to yours, honey!"
The words suddenly jolted Laura and she tried desperately to move away from him. There was no mistaking the obscene leer on his handsome face. His arms came out quickly and caught her around the waist.
"Don't pull away from me, baby," he said, a hard edge to his voice. "Come here, I just want to hold you!"
"No ... don't ... please let me go!" Laura wailed, trying to scramble to her feet. But it was no use. Paul's body was pressing heatedly into hers, his frantic hands pulling and tugging at the wispy bikini as if he intended tearing it off her quivering, frightened body. "Oh, don't! Please ... let me go!"
"Little hellcat, aren't you?" he gasped, locking her waist in his powerful hands and pulling her down onto the plush carpet. "Go ahead and fight, baby, that's the way I like it!"
There was a terrible glint in his eyes that made Laura struggle even harder. One of the tiny straps at her shoulder had come loose and her left breast was naked and exposed to his avid eyes.
"Barbara, help me ... help meeeeeee!" the terrified girl cried out to the older woman who was ignoring them, her body still twisting and writhing erotically to the music. Barbara's eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of hypnotic trance. Her hands were running up and down her flaring hips, edging ever closer to the fiery pussy flesh that lay between her legs.
"She's not going to help you," Paul laughed as his hands began to paw at the bikini bottom. "What the hell do you think she brought you up here for?"
Laura couldn't believe her ears. It had all been just a trick to get her up here so that Paul Winslow could rape her. There had to be some mistake. It was like an awful nightmare. She felt him pulling her legs apart and his thick fingers running across her quivering thighs toward her crotch.
"Please ... I beg you ... oh, don't . . .don't. . . "
Her voice trailed off into a little whimper as he tore away the bikini bottom and exposed her mound to his obscene gaze. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he saw her naked pussy for the first time. Thin little strands of wispy blonde hair covered her thin cuntal lips and he gasped as they twisted open to reveal the coral-hued inner flesh.
He couldn't restrain himself any longer. His thick huge cock was pounding wildly beneath his own swimming trunks and he stripped them away quickly. The enormous rod of male cock-flesh jumped out and jerked wildly, the purplish head with its tiny slit obscene-looking.
Laura tried to get up again but he quickly brought his hand up and slapped her across the face as hard as he could. His palm stung from the force of the blow.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" Laura screamed, afraid that he was going to kill her. She fell back down on the carpet heavily, one leg dangling in the swimming pool and her whole cunt naked and exposed to him. She didn't care anymore. It felt as if her face were on fire.
"For chrissake take it easy, baby," Barbara called out to the sex-mad man. "You didn't say anything about hurting her!"
"Mind your own fucking business," Paul replied angrily, his eyes flashing as he lifted Laura's buttocks up so that he could get a better look at the tiny puckered anal opening that nestled between the smooth fleshy ass-cheeks. "I'm not going to hurt her! She's going to be begging me for cock before I get done with her!"
Laura was overwhelmed with shame, humiliation, and pain. She had trusted these people and they were going to degrade her just as her mother had always warned. There seemed to be no escape from the cruel rape that was coming. She began to plead with Paul.
"Don't do it ... oh, please ... I'm a virgin ... oh, don't do that to me ... AAAAAAAAAAA--AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!! ! "
She screamed as his finger wormed cruelly into her clenching pussy while his thumb obscenely rubbed her ass-hole. It felt like her whole lower body were being impaled by a huge rod and she bucked and jerked to escape the awful agony.
"Shut up, bitch!" Paul hissed. "Goddamned little prick teasers! Do you think I don't know how to handle a little cunt like you? I'm going to ram this cock of mine into that ass-hole of yours until you beg for more!"
The terrified blonde felt something scalding hot press into her widespread thigh and her eyes involuntarily flew open. His enormous cock was jerking wildly against her and the sight revolted her. It looked huge ... bigger than she had imagined a man's penis could be. At the same time, his finger was brutally raving her helpless pussy, his fingernail scraping the soft, velvety inner flesh as he grinned sadistically down at her.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass-hole, baby ... go ahead and scream! There's no one within miles of here to help you! Oh, Christ, look at that little ass-hole!"
Salty tears streamed down Laura's face and she cried out again for Barbara's help. But the older woman seemed entranced. Her own fingers were buried deeply up in her damply clenching cunt, milking out a mind-blowing orgasm.
Suddenly, Paul leaned over the twisting girl and his mouth closed on one of her breasts, his thick, slobbering lips clamping on the soft flesh like a suction cup as his tongue began to lick and suck wantonly on her hardening nipple. It was like no other sensation Laura had ever felt. The more she tried to squirm away the more suction he applied with his lips while his finger was still ramming in and out of her virginal pussy.
Then there was a new and more painful sensation in her bottom and Laura screamed when she realized that the terrible man's thumb was trying to invade her rectum.
"Aaarrrgghhhhhh ... it hurts ... it hurts! Oh, stop it, you'll kill meeeeeeeeeee!"
His answer was to press more cruelly against the puckered anal opening. She tried desperately to constrict the rectal sphincter but it only made him more determined.
"Oh, I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'm going to COOOOMMMMEEEEE!" Barbara Sherwood suddenly screamed, collapsing against a chair as her fingers continued to furiously plunge in and out of her wet cunt and bring electric thrills shooting through her.
The horrified young blonde's body was quivering with humiliation and agony from the triple assault on her helpless flesh. She closed her tear-laden eyes tightly, as a tremor of utter shame traveled through her slim, young body. She had been cruelly betrayed by these two and there was no one to save her. She had come here like an innocent lamb to the slaughter and she would leave a broken and ravaged woman.
He wormed his finger more deeply into her tightly clenched vaginal crevice, evilly lewdly probing at her pussy flesh, eagerly seeking the sensitive nub of her cervix until she screamed in agony.
He lifted his head from her breast and smiled evilly down at her.
"Go ahead and scream, bitch. I like to hear them scream. It really helps me get it off!"
Without warming he rammed his thumb past her cringing ass-hole and buried the ravaging digit deep up in the buttery warm depths of her rectum.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH . . .take it out ... take it out ... I can't stand it!" Laura begged. The pain in her vagina was as nothing compared to the horrible agony she felt in her anus.
Shaking with the horrible pain and the degradation she was being forced to undergo, Laura opened her eyes suddenly to see Barbara Sherwood kneeling alongside Paul Winslow. The woman's hand was circling his lustily-throbbing cock and pumping back and forth on the swollen rod. She had stripped off her bikini and was stark naked, her beautiful twin-orbs bouncing from her exertions and her hair-lined pussy grinding down against her legs tucked underneath her buttocks.
"Oooohhhhhhh ... shove it to her, honey ... ram your finger into the little bitch's ass-hole!"
Barbara seemed to delight in the agony that Paul was inflicting on the young girl. Her eyes were glazed with lust and one of her frantic hands was cupped around Paul's hand buried in Laura's cunt and ass-hole.
"Can I suck your cock, honey ... huh, can I?" Barbara begged.
Paul shook his head violently to signal the passion-charged secretary that he wanted his prick for someone else. When Barbara persisted, Paul looked back over his shoulder, gasping for breath.
"okay, but I'm not going to blow my load in your mouth, I want to save that for this little bitch!"
Barbara smiled gleefully and fell to the floor, her avid mouth only inches from the tremendous cock she held in her hand. Then, as if she were going to devour it, she let her scarlet lips and mouth envelop the pulsing rod, her tongue hungrily savoring every inch of the throbbing male flesh.
Laura watched, repelled yet fascinated, as Barbara hunched over the massively pulsing penis. All she could see from her position on the floor were the pale white orbs of the older woman's trembling buttocks and the expression of glazed lust on Paul's face as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her while the private secretary slavered over his fiery loins.
Although Laura knew she shouldn't be watching this awful scene, something about the extraordinary sight before her eyes was dark and disturbing. Yet, paradoxically, she could feel herself becoming excited too, and she felt compelled to struggle against the new feelings. But for the life of her she couldn't tear her eyes away from the lewd couple. It was degrading, she thought, shameful and wrong! But despite her revulsion she was riveted to the lurid scene taking place before her.
"Mmmmmmnnnn ... ahhhhhh ... mmmmnnnnnn..." Barbara groaned in ecstasy against the cock filling her mouth.
Before she knew what was happening, Laura felt Paul's greedily sucking lips pull away from her breast. With one quick movement he pulled his thumb and finger from her anus and pussy and rose to his knees. Barbara's mouth was still attached to his cock and he cruelly pushed her away.
"N-no ... don't ... I want to suck you off..." Barbara cried out in frustration, reaching for the spit-soaked male staff again.
"It's her turn for a little action," Paul laughed lewdly, jerking his head toward Laura.
She was shaking and shivering with terror now. Even though his fingers were gone from her genitals she could still feel a dull ache there. She watched with mounting fear as he reached down and flipped her over onto her stomach and then moved in behind her, his thick cock jerking and throbbing against her naked ass-cheeks.
He's going to do it now! No! No! her mind screamed and she arched and twisted her body, trying to escape.
"Lay still, bitch!" Paul ordered, and his voice was strangely sensual and soft, almost like a caress. "Quit jumping around or I'll smack you again!" he said, pulling her hips upward until her whole naked crotch and ass-hole was exposed to his obscene eyes.
"Oh, someone help me!" she walled, feeling degraded beyond anything she had every thought possible. But it was no use. There was no one to help her or even care.
Behind her, Paul Winslow's hand was clasped tightly around his hard swollen cock-shaft, and he was stroking himself into a frenzy of lust as Laura writhed and twisted in front of him. His eyes were boring into the hair-lined pussy slit and the puckered pink anal opening just above it.
She made one last, attempt to escape the overwhelming horror that was in store for her. With a swift, desperate movement she slid on her stomach away from the impending anal rape.
"For chrissakes, help me!" Paul called out to the pouting Barbara. At the same time he locked his fingers around her ankles and pulled her back toward him.
"Oh, God, help meeeeeeeee...! " Laura wailed helplessly as Barbara moved around in front of her and locked her upper body with her surprisingly strong arms. The older woman's damp pussy was pressing into her shoulder and Laura could feel the wetly palpitating cuntal flesh against her body.
There was no escape for her!