Chapter 1
Finally Debbi Jackson got her courage together. "I, I've been asked to go on a seminar, a training seminar."
"Huh?" John, her husband, grunted.
"My boss, Simon, he says I have a lot of potential," said Debbi, rather defensively.
"I bet he does," John muttered and took a drink of his beer without taking his eyes off the football game.
"So he wants me to go on this, this training seminar, next Wednesday," Debbi went on.
Her heart was beating hard and she wasn't sure why. She knew that John didn't care if she went away. In fact, he would probably enjoy it. Debbi knew he was fucking that little slut along the block. Jackie, was that her name? Debbi couldn't remember. He was welcome to her. Debbi couldn't understand what either of them saw in each other. Or in fucking. Sex for Debbi was a total failure. It wasn't that it was painful, but she just lay there and let John fuck his cock in and out of her pussy until he came. She didn't feel anything, never got excited.
Simon was different. Debbi was aware enough to understand that he might well be the reason her heart was beating so fast. He was tall, good looking with dark hair and a commanding personality. He had taken a great deal of interest in Debbi's career, helping her along and finally inviting her on the seminar, because, he said, she hadn't reached her potential yet.
Debbi had fantasies of his rescuing her from terrible dangers, picking her up in his big, strong aims and carrying her away from all the horrors of life. He would be commanding with her, and gentle, and perhaps they might even become friends.
"Shit," said John, "you're only his fuckin' secretary."
"Yes, but he says I've got promise," said
Debbi, and she looked over at the dull pictures on their walls, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Well, maybe he'll lay you, and that'll change his fuckin' mind," said John derisively as he got up for another beer.
Debbi sobbed as he left. Marriage to him had been the most awful thing in the world. He was crude, ignored her unless he wanted to fuck, and drank beer all the time. She hated him.
"Well, can I go?" she asked as John came back into the room with his beer.
"Why the fuck not?" John said. "How long is it?"
"A week," Debbi muttered. "Oh," said John.
Debbi could her that he was stifling his amusement. A whole week for him to fuck his whore. That would be great for him. She got up and went upstairs and wept for a long time. If only something would take her away from this misery.
She felt a little more cheerful as she put her bag in the trunk of Simon's limousine and climbed in beside him. He smiled at her and drove out, into the countryside.
"Where are we going?" asked Debbi curiously.
"Oh, the company has a house it keeps," he said, turning and smiling to her again. "We use it and several others all over the country for our training sessions. It's easier that way, gets you away from all the trouble in the city." He smiled again. "How long have you been married?"
They were turning into the drive of a large country house before Debbi realized that she had almost told him her life story, particularly how miserable she was at home, he smiled and accepted it all, never cut her off or showed any boredom. The car pulled up before the nineteenth century house and Debbi got her first, minor shock.
A young girl with jet-black hair falling around her face came out to greet them. She was pretty, but the way she was dressed was, well, Debbi thought it was a little inappropriate. She had on black-seamed stockings, high heels, and a tight maid's uniform with the tiny white hat on top, complete with black lacy gloves to her elbows. The top of the uniform was so low cut it showed the upper half of her swelling tits, and then there were buttons to the waist that could easily be opened. In addition to that, the hem of her maid's dress only just covered the tops of her stockings-and the girl swung her hips as she smiled at Simon, revealing more of her legs than was decent. Debbi was shocked to see Simon smiling back at the girl.
"This is Sylvie," said Simon. "Sylvie, this is Debbi, she's training with us this week."
"Ohhhhh," said Sylvie with a wicked grin and swung her hips even more so that her dress rode up almost to the line of her panties. She smoothed down the white silk front of her apron and smiled at Debbi. "Let me show you to your room."
Debbi followed Sylvie as she led her across the tiled floor of the hall. Debbi was getting a little apprehensive. Another girl, dressed as Sylvie was, came across the ball in the other direction with two men beside her, chatting and laughing. It was all very strange. Debbi knew that the company she worked for was in computers and that it was a rapidly growing one with government contracts, but that was all she knew. She followed Sylvie down a corridor to a spacious, well-lit room.
"This is yours," said Sylvie, standing in the doorway, swinging her hips. "You ever done anything like this before?"
"No," said Debbi, looking around the room. The bed was enormous and had massive posts at each corner with a frame over the top. It looked very peculiar to Debbi. "Simon said I had potential."
"I bet he did," said Sylvie with a grin. "You sure got a lot of potential, baby."
"What do you mean?" Debbi asked, putting her bag down on a large padded chair.
Sylvie laughed. "Look at yourself in the mirror, honey. I gotta go. There's the first meeting in an hour. See you there."
She hurried out the door, leaving Debbi alone.
Debbi went over and stared at herself in the full-length mirror beside the bed. She saw a pretty blonde with long legs and a pair of thrusting, large tits that swelled over her crossed arms. Bui her tits hardly fell at all when she took her arms away. To her they were just her tits, rather bigger than most women's. She also hardly noticed her slim waist and the firm flesh of her thighs and calves. And she certainly didn't think about the way her ass swelled out in those tight curves. She knew a lot of workers whistled and propositioned her as she walked by, but Debbi simply put that down to men. Men wanted to fuck anything, that was all. She wasn't anything special.
She spent some time deciding what to wear for the meeting. That would be quite important. She was studying herself in the mirror again, trying to decide on a dress when she caught a strange flash of something from above her head. She looked up and there was a mirror over her four-poster. That shook her. What would a mirror be doing over her bed? There was only one reason Debbi could think of-and that was too w disgusting to consider. She would have to have a word with Simon and get another room.
In the end she settled on a little black dress that she'd always liked. It was short, just above her knees, and it went well with the stockings she wore. The neckline was low, with ruffles and lace covering the tops of her tits. The whole effect was one she really liked. She checked her purse and went downstairs.
The reception was already in progress. Debbi stood halfway down the stairs for a while, trying to find Simon. There were only about ten people down there, but she still couldn't see him. It was the strangeness of it all that upset her. There were three girls in addition to Sylvie, dressed as maids and serving drinks to the seven or eight guests. Two of the guests were women, the other five men.
Finally Simon spotted Debbi and waved to her. She went down and across the floor to him, walking slowly and self-consciously. All the people there were looking at her.
"Hello," she whispered .is she reached Simon. "I didn't know this had already started."
"Oh, that's all right," he said. "Let me introduce you."
Debbi was taken around and introduced to all the guests. She remembered some of the names, but many of them just slipped by her, she was so nervous. They all looked her up and down as if checking her body, and that upset her. Even the women did that.
During the dinner, which was lavish and great fun, Debbi found herself relaxing. She chatted lightly to the man beside her, a tall, fair-haired guy called Desmond who was from the British Government, looking into computers, he told her. He winked.
"This company's certainly got it," he confided. "I hear you're here to train."
"Oh yes," said Debbi bashfully and looked down. "I keep forgetting about that, I'm having such a good time."
Desmond laughed and smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll do fine."
There was a sudden clatter and Debbi looked up to see that Sylvie had spilled some coffee on one of the men as she served it. She was all apologies, mopping at it, rushing to get a cloth, but he man didn't seem to mind. He dabbed at his suit with his handkerchief.
"Don't worry," he said, "we can settle it after dinner."
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," Sylvie gasped and rushed off.
The man looked across to Simon. "Your maids are as wonderful as ever, I see," he said, grinning.
"You wait," said Simon. "Sylvie's got even better."
Debbi looked at Desmond. "What did he mean?" she asked.
Desmond grinned and patted her thigh. "Never you mind. You'll learn soon enough."
Debbi was uneasy all over again as she finished her meal and sat, waiting for what was coming next. It wasn't long coming.
"Sylvie," Simon called. "Go and get Vera, it's time for you to pay for that."
Sylvie shook as she stared at him. "Yes, but could I go to his bedroom to pay? I would be..."
"Now, how the hell do you expect me to show Debbi here what goes on if you do that?" snapped Simon.
"Yes, yes," Sylvie said and went out, her ass shaking.
Debbi looked at the table full of people that now seemed to reek with menace. They were all looking at her again, and Simon got up, standing behind her chair.
"I have great hopes for Debbi," he said. "I think she will fit into our company very well. We will see." He turned as the door opened. "Aha!"
Debbi swung to look and almost choked. Sylvie was coming back through the door with another woman. It had to be Vera, and the sight of her made Debbi sick. She had to get out of this place-it was a den of perversion.
Vera was a blonde, like Debbi, but there the resemblance ended. Vera wore tight, spike-heeled leather boots that reached well up her thighs. The tops of the boots were held by garters to the bottom of the tightest black waist-cincher Debbi had ever seen. It flared out over her ass and left her pussy utterly bare. Above that, the top pushed Vera's tits out and showed all of them above the nipples. On her head she wore a black leather cap and her blonde hair flared out from around it.
But none of that was as bad as the simple fact that Vera carried a whip. It was a long leather whip, with a plaited tail that ended in several very tight knots. Vera walked along to the table with a step that sent shivers up Debbi's spine. She sank down into the chair and tried to pretend she wasn't there.
Vera reached the man who had the coffee spilled on him. "Did this stupid slut do that?" she asked, pointing to the still-damp cloth.
'She sure did," said the man, leaning back in the chair.
The atmosphere in the room was becoming electric. Debbi looked around. Simon still stood behind her chair so she couldn't move.
"Well, you look like a man who knows his own mind," said Vera, swinging her whip slowly through the air. "Which way should she be punished?"
"I want that fucking mouth of hers," said the man.
Debbi shook with horror. She knew something terrible was going to happen.
"Certainly," said Vera. "Did you hear that?" she snapped at Sylvie.
"Y-yes," said Sylvie, and her whole body shook.
The man turned his chair so that it faced away from the table. He spread h s legs and stared at Vera. "Open the top of your dress. I want your tits, too."
Debbi stifled a moan of horror as she saw Vera reach up and open the top of her dress with a trembling hand.
Sylvie slipped the top of her dress open. She had small firm tits, standing out proudly from her chest. She trembled as she looked at the man.
"One more," he said.
Sylvie's hand shook uncontrollably as she undid the next button and her mounds sprang right out of the dress. The man reached up and worked the sides of the dress farther apart, running his hands over Sylvie's thighs. She gave a low moan and put her hands behind her back as his fingers played with her nipples, twisting them until Sylvie was heaving in pain.
"That's good," he said, "now take my cock out."
Debbi couldn't stifle her low scream of terror then. She clutched her hands to her mouth and stared as Sylvie stood before the man and spread her legs until her feet were wide apart. Behind her stood Vera, slowly running the whip through her fingers.
Then Sylvie bent at the waist, and all the people in the room shifted and even stood up to make sure they could see what was going on. Debbi closed her eyes and choked as she began to realize what a den of depravity she had been lured into. As if to make it quite plain, Simon leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I trust you will be a good little girl and never have to go through this," he said.
Debbi was too stunned to answer, but her eyes opened in horrified fascination. Sylvie was now bent at the waist until her ass stuck right out at Vera. Her dark hair swung around her face as she bent farther and her face went down into the man's crotch. She unzipped his pants and slid her hands inside.
Debbi gave another groan as she saw the maid take the man's cock out and run her hands up and down the long cockshaft, her fingers in their lacy gloves kneading the hard flesh. Sylvie moaned and her tongue flicked out over her lips as she looked at the cock. She held where she was, slowly playing with the cock, her ass heaving up and down.
Vera walked up to Sylvie and slid her hand over the skirt that had ridden up almost over her ass. Very slowly, she pushed the skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of the uniform. Sylvie's ass was now exposed for all to see, protected only by a tiny pair of black panties and the thin line of her lacy suspenders that held her stockings up. The trim curves of flesh got a low murmur of lust from around the room.
"Give him a good time," said Vera threateningly, "or you'll be sorry."
"Yes, miss," gasped Sylvie. "Please tell me when I can start sucking him."
Vera strutted away, several feet from Sylvie's twisting ass. She swung the whip. The tip curved through the air and cracked sharply, inches from Sylvie's ass.
"You know what that sound is?" Simon whispered in Debbi's ear.
"N-no, no," she whispered, trying to keep up the appearance that she was quite calm.
"The tip of the whip is traveling at more than the speed of sound," said Simon. "That's why it makes that noise. It. hurts a lot, too."
"Y-yes, yes," stammered Debbi and held herself tightly as Vera lined the whip up and cracked it again.
But this time it hit home. A thin red One appeared on Sylvie's tight ass cheeks and her whole body twisted.
Sylvie screamed, her mouth open, her tits trembling. The man slid his hands over her tits as the next blow of the whip landed.
"Ooooohhhhh, fuck!" Sylvie screamed. She lowered her head, sliding her mouth along the rigid length of the man's cock. "Oh, please, let me suck him. Please, oooohhhhh! Fuck! Eeeekkk!"
Debbi shot a terrified glance at Vera as she swung the horrible thing again and caught Sylvie across the tops of her thighs. Vera was glassy-eyed, staring at the red flesh of Sylvie's ass as she slashed the whip across it. Slowly, an inch at a time as she beat the trembling girl, Vera slid her hand down, over her own thighs and onto her swollen clit. She rubbed the demanding flesh, circling her fingers, pulling at the hot red bud each time her victim screamed and twisted in agony.
"Suck him, bitch!" Vera suddenly yelled and laid into the trembling, screaming Sylvie with all she had.
Sylvie's terrible scream of agony was slowly muffled as she slid her mouth over the man's swollen cockhead. She forced her mouth on down, taking all the long hard cock until her throat muscles bulged and her tongue flicked out and over his throbbing balls.
"See?" said Vera as she lashed the helpless girl again, "she has learned a lot, hasn't she?"
"Fuck, yes," gasped the man. "She could only take half of my cock last time."
"Our excellent training, don't you think?" Vera asked and lashed the curving whip into Sylvie again.
Sylvie's mouth spread wider and her scream bubbled out around the stiff length of the man's prick. Vera spread her legs and whipped the maid in long wild slashes of the leather, swinging the whip up and around, cutting it through Sylvie's ass rather than onto it, so that the momentum didn't slacken. Sylvie's ass was a deep crimson as it bounced to the beat of the whip, and her screams deepened as a desperate lust took her over.
By now Debbi had no illusions. This was what her training was supposed to be. If she could only hold out tonight, she could get away. She clutched her purse and looked at the rest of the guests. They were all utterly absorbed in Sylvie's punishment. One of the maids was bent over the table while another of the men slowly rubbed his hands over her stretched pussy while he watched. The maid moaned and her panties were damp with lust.
"Oh, yeahhh, cunt," the man being sucked by Sylvie roared.
He grabbed her dark hair and slammed his cock up into her mouth as she choked and gasped and screamed with pain. Her ass lunged up and down as the whip cut more and more lines of terribly agony into the helpless girl while her mouth closed around the man's huge cock, swallowing on it, sucking at the prick flesh in a fury of lust.
"Suck him off!" yelled Vera as she circled the whip again, her fingers deep in her pussy, her arm blurring in the air. "God, I need a fuck after this, a big hard cock. Real hard. Ohhh, fuck."
She whipped Sylvie harder and faster as the maid', ; muffled screams rose to a fever pitch.
"That's right, whore!" Vera yelled. "Show us what a slut you are-come as he shoots into your mouth, come on."
Debbi held herself tight as the ghastly scene got worse. She had heard of sucking a cock, but never seen anybody do it.
"Oh, yeahhh!" the man roared as he clutched Sylvia s head and fucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh, fuck, you're lucky girl. I'm real hot, I'm gonna come right now. But I'll get you later, then it'll take you a real sore ass to get me Off. Oh, shit, suck me, suck it all down, cunt!"
Sylvie's screams burst out from around the hard cock flesh she was sucking. Her head pumped up and down as her dark hair flicked around her face and her ass throbbed and heaved under the whip.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming!" the man roared and his cock fucked even deeper into Sylvie's throat. His hips thrust up and his cock suddenly shot jerks of thick cum. As his spurting cock-rod slid almost out of Sylvie's mouth, more cum poured out over her lips while the man yelled in release, his hands tearing at Sylvie's hair. "Suck it, ohhh shit! Suck my cock, ohhhh!"
He lurched up in the chair, his heaving cock splattering cum all over Sylvie's mouth and face.
"Suck him off!" Vera screamed, the man's hands beating at Sylvie's ass as Vera worked her hot pussy. "God, am I gonna get laid after this." She beat more lines of red pain into Sylvie's ass.
Sylvie didn't seem to be really conscious anymore. Her mouth licked and sucked at the pouring cum while her low screams of orgasm filled the room. Her ass pulsed to the beat of the whip and her tits thrust down onto the man's legs as she came, sucking his cock until the last of the cum had oozed out and the man lay back in the chair gasping with pleasure.
"Shit, kid," he said, lifting Sylvie's head as her tongue swirled around his cockhead, "you sure have learned a lot."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Bill," moaned Sylvie and sank his cock right into her throat again.
"Okay, enough of that, girl!" snapped Vera. "Oct up and get on with what you have to do." She looked at the man. "Who wants to fuck me?" She began running her fingers over her throbbing pussy.
"Every fuckin' one of us," said another of the men. "But I got to win this time." He stood up and Debbi could see the massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants.
"Excuse me Vera," said Simon. "You seem to have forgotten that we have a trainee here tonight. If you have to fuck, do it over the table where Roger can watch the rest of us. It is time for our new arrival to give us all a show. Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome Debbi."
Debbi gasped and clutched at her purse. She was in the middle of a nightmare.