"But I just don't understand," Sharon said as she struggled back into her clothing at the end of the long business day. "I already have a job right here. In fact, you won't even let me quit."
"It's all really quite simple," Alex Hazen said confidently as he sat in the chair behind his desk and watched the secretary's naked flesh disappear behind the garments she was putting on. "Titus Marks loaned me the money to start my business and, so far, I haven't had to repay him a penny. He gives me credit for having made payments on the loan by recruiting him secretarial employees. Most young women are worth a month off the loan, but, if I get lucky with a luscious one, he knocks off more than one month."
Sharon frowned. When she caught herself wondering how much she would be worth, she shoved the thought from her mind.
"But I don't know anything about him," she said, clasping the last of the buttons on the front of her dress.
A laugh came from the other side of the room.
"Just think about what has happened over the last couple of days," Olga Lentz, the office manager, said sarcastically. "Multiply that by two, and that's all that you will ever want to know about Titus Marks."
Sharon's heart clenched tightly inside her chest. The past two days had been nothing but continual sexual abuse. Olga, Alex and the policeman had used pussy and cock as torture instruments in tormenting her, and now they were talking about selling her like a slave so someone could abuse her naked flesh.
"But I don't want to go to work for someone else," Sharon said, glancing longingly at the door. She gritted her teeth. "I have a job here and that's all that I need!"
"You don't have any choice in the matter, bitch!" Alex hissed. "As long as we've got those pictures of you, and with the police watching you, you'll either go willingly along with us over to Titus' place or you'll find, yourself quickly heading for jail!"
It hurt Sharon to realize that he was telling the truth. She really had no option at all. Earlier in the day, when she had balked at eating out Olga's pussyhole, they had threatened to send the awful pictures to her parents. In some ways, that would be even worse than ending up in prison. So Sharon was totally captive to the evil man's will, and the threat of the photographs had ended all thoughts of escape. Her only chance was that Titus Marks wasn't nearly as bad as they thought, and that somehow she could convince him to offer her some kind of help. Surely there was no one in the world that was as sadistic and evil as Alex and Olga!
Sharon went with them without further complaint, down into the parking garage and out onto the dark streets in Alex's car. The drive took them out of the downtown area and into hills at the other side of the city, where they wound up on a long drive to a mansion that sprawled across the crest of a hill.
The house was enormous, built almost like a castle, and Sharon was pulled from the automobile and up onto a columned parch. Only a few seconds after Alex rang the bell, the heavy door slowly opened to reveal the body of a massive man. He was dark – black hair and tanned face, and dressed in a butler's uniform – and he filled up the doorway completely. He was a full foot taller than the frightened Sharon.
"Mr. Hazen, good evening," the man said in a voice that sounded like clashing rocks. "I suppose you're here to see Mr. Marks."
"That's right, Jason," Alex said, shoving Sharon slightly. "We've brought another prospective secretarial employee for him to check out."
The butler stared at Sharon. Then he scowled and looked back at Alex.
"You and your party go on into the interview room while I inform Mr. Marks that you are here," the butler said, and stepped aside to let them into the house.
Alex pulled Sharon along by a tight grip on her wrist and Olga followed, while the butler disappeared somewhere into the massive building. Down a long hallway, Alex forced Sharon into a large, dimly lit room. He made her stand in front of a large desk, then backed up with Olga against one wall.
Sharon stood, quivering with uncertainty, staring at the tall bookcase on the wall behind the desk. It was only a couple of minutes before she heard the door behind her open and close, and heavy footfalls began approaching her from the rear. She trembled, not knowing what was going, to happen as a man walked around and sat down behind the desk.
Titus Marks was a large man, not as big as the butler, but everything about him spoke of strength. His arms, where they stuck out of the sleeves of the loose bathrobe he wore, were thick and muscular. His hair was laced with gray, but Sharon thought that he wasn't very old, perhaps only in his forties.
"Is this her?" he asked, but his eyes never left Sharon as he looked her overfrom head to toe. Once more it seemed as if a pair of eyes were undressing her, as she felt that her clothes were melting from her flesh to leave her completely naked.
"Her name is Sharon Jones," Alex said. "She's been through the usual stuff."
"Can she type?" Titus asked.
"She's an excellent typist," Olga said. "She can really make those keys jump and spark?"
"She'll get a chance to do that," Titus said, the hint of a dark smile on his face…
His eyes changed, as if he had just made a decision.
"Then I guess we better check the bitch," he growled.
Sharon's heart fell. She had hoped that Titus Marks would somehow turn out to be a relief from her terrible boss and office manager. But when he referred to her as a bitch without even knowing her, Sharon realized that, like Alex and Olga, the man considered her nothing more than a sex slave to torture and abuse. He was cut from the same sadistic cloth, and Sharon knew that falling into his grasp would offer her no freedom or relief. The sexual torture and humiliation would go an under her new owner if Titus Marks decided to make her one of his captives.
He ordered her to come around the desk and Sharon forced herself to move. It was as if her shoes had glue on the soles, because she had to struggle to get through each halting step. But finally she was around the expanse of the wide desk and was standing at Titus' side. The huge man turned in his chair to face her straight on, then ordered her to turn around. Frightened, Sharon complied. As scary as it was facing the strange man, it was even more unsettling to her nerves to look away.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," he said sternly, and, groaning, Sharon did as she was told.
As she reached down for her ankles, she felt her short skirt slide up over her hips until it was bunched at her waist. Only the filmy panties she wore hid her ass-flesh, and that flimsy garment was quickly stripped down to her knees. The cool air of the room tickled across her naked cunt and asscheeks, and Sharon moaned from the intense shame.
"She's got a pretty ass," Titus said calmly, as if he was looking over a horse. "But that doesn't tell me much. I better check out the tightness of her cunt."
Fingers grappled into Sharon's pussyslit from the rear, shoving the tender folds to the side. Then one of the thick digits jammed into her cunthole. Sharon squeaked from the pain of the impaling.
He seemed pleased as Sharon's pussy squeezed down on his finger.
"She's got a tight cunthole," he said, swirling his finger around inside her pussy. "It feels like it would be a good fuck!"
"I can attest to that!" Alex said eagerly.
Sharon groaned. Humiliation filled her. There she was, her naked ass thrust up into the air and one man finger-fucking her pussy while another man was talking about fucking her cunt with his prick.
"Now for the other fuckhole," Titus said as he ripped his finger from Sharon's tortured cunt.
Then, just a second later, the thick finger jammed through her sore ass-ring and up into her shiner. She cried from the biting agony of her ass being pierced as the finger speared all the way in. The faint trace of pussyjuice left on his finger eased, but didn't stop, the pain.
"That's a Goddamned tight shitter," Titus said with lusty interest.
Sharon winced at both the lewd talk and the pain that was shooting through her ass. As the finger started drawing back out, it hurt even worse, and tears of pain and shame began leaking onto her cheeks.
"Okay, you can stand back up," Titus said, and Sharon straightened her back and pulled her panties up over her naked ass.
When he told her to turn back around, she did so, her skirt falling back across her hips.
"Now let's see your tits," Titus said smugly. "No!" Sharon cried. She had been pushed as far as her humiliated mind could accept. With her face covered by tears, she wrapped her arms across her tits, unable to accept any more of the terrible abuse.
Titus smirked and reached over to one corner of his desk. He pushed a button, then leaned back in his chair. In only a few seconds, a door opened behind Sharon. There, filling the doorway completely, was the big butler.
"Yes, sir?" Jason asked, his voice like low thunder.
"We seem to have added this bitch to our secretarial staff," Titus said to the butler calmly. "And, as usual, the first thing that she has to be taught is our discipline system for cunts that get out of line. Would you set it up far us now, Jason, so we can get that part out of the way?"
"I'd be happy to, sir," the butler said, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
He moved across the room to where a large lever had been mounted on the opposite wall. When he turned it, the sound of clanking and creaking floated down from the ceiling. Sharon glanced up, searching for the noise, and saw a contraption much like a wide trapeze started to descend from the ceiling. The metal bar was several fret long and suspended by chains. The butler tossed a large rug on the floor beneath it. Two sliding bolts were mounted in the floor with chains coming from each. At the end of both chains was a heavy metal clamp, and Sharon gasped when she realized what it all meant.
Sharon bolted toward the door, but the butler cut her off, wrapping one large arm around her waist and lifting her from the floor. He carried her over and locked her wrists into clamps on the ends of the overhead bar, then snapped the other clamps around her ankles. Jason returned to the lever and moved it until Sharon's toes were pulled from the floor. Then he came back and adjusted the floor bolts until her legs were spread wide apart.
Her wrists ached from supporting her weight and her ankles were cut when she tried to twist. She was totally captured by the chains, unable to thrash more than an inch in any direction. Then the butler showed her a long, wicked knife, pushing the blade up in front of her face.
Sharon gasped when the sharp point began moving toward her tits, and she could see the light of the room glinting off its sharp edge. The knife slipped down the front of her dress, and, with one quick jerk, the material was sliced from her tits. Other cuts removed the rest of her clothing, and soon the tortured secretary was suspended naked in the middle of the room.
"Yessss!" Titus Marks hissed. "This little bitch will do just fine!"
He turned in his chair toward the other pair of sadists.
"Miss Lentz," he said, "Would you do us the honors of teaching this cunt our discipline system, and what's in store for her if she doesn't eagerly do everything she's told?"
"Certainly," Olga said.
She moved along the wall to a built-in cabinet. She reached in and took something long and black from inside, then carried it back and held it up in front of Sharon's frightened face.
"This," she said, spewing spit into Sharon's face, "is what you get each time you even think about disobeying!"
Sharon screamed. Olga held an evil, black bullwhip.
Sharon's eyes bulged as Olga began to move, circling the naked, bound female body. Sharon twisted her head to follow the progress of the other woman, and Olga stopped when she was behind Sharon and to the side. As the terrified secretary watched, Olga dropped the lash of the whip to the floor, where it coiled and twisted like a snake. Her arm went back, then flashed forward, lifting the coils swiftly from the floor.
"Aaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed as the whip slashed across her back, below her shoulder blades. A line of fire was etched into her tender skin, igniting a blaze of pain that ripped through her flesh. Her naked body thrashed violently in the chains from the intense agony, the clamps cutting deeply into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.
The whip struck again, this time high on her shoulders. The pain that was torturing her doubled with the new blow as another line of fire was added to her body.
"Noooo!" Sharon wailed as steady blows began to batter her body.
Olga had set herself into a rhythm of lashing the naked young woman. The black whip snaked out and struck time after time, turning the secretary's back into a pattern of scarlet lines.
Then Olga moved her aim down, zeroing in on the naked asscheeks that trembled along with the rest of Sharon's body. The first slash to the ass seared a line across both of the asschecks, causing the tortured sex slave to scream in pain. Slowly, Olga's pussy began to grease itself inside her panties at the lusty feeling of beating Sharon's soft flesh.
Sharon was struck again and again. There was pain she never would have believed. Even the agony she felt when her ass had been fucked couldn't compare with the torture she was suffering. Even the backs of her thighs were being tortured by the terrible lashing, and soon Sharon's screams were almost continual.
But Olga wasn't through with beating the naked girl. Pausing for a few seconds, she moved until she was directly behind the tortured secretary. She curled the whip behind her and lashed out, snapping the tip of the bullwhip right into the secretary's ass-crease, hitting Sharon's little shithole.
Pain speared clear into Sharon's guts. The end of the whip had popped against her asshole. The pain ripped up through her body and froze the screams in her chest, and throat.
Then the whip fell silent, and Sharon's mind jumped to the conclusion that the terrible beating had finally ended. But Olga was only moving around to the front, where she had clear flesh to mark with searing, scarlet lines.
"No!" Sharon shrieked, but already the lash was on its way. It sliced across both of her trembling tits, ripping at her nipples. In horror, Sharon glanced down, sure that the little nubs had been ripped from her flesh. But although they were brutally beaten, the nipples were still in place at the ends of her tits.
Qlga's arm worked steadily, slicing the whip into Sharon's tits again and again. Angry red lines covered the mounds in every direction, turning her tits into twin peaks of pain.
Then the whip began to slash at Sharon's stomach, and the flesh there became deeply marked. And finally, Olga positioned herself directly in front of the tortured secretary and lashed out underhanded with the whip. This time the tip of the evil torturing device snapped right into the gash of Sharon's pussy, searing against the tender flesh.
Then Olga stepped back, and Titus rose from his chair. All during the beating, he had sat and calmly watched the savage thrashing of his new sex slave's flesh. Now, before the young woman was permanently damaged, he stopped the lesson in discipline.
Slowly, be walked around Sharon's naked, beaten body, until he was once more in front of her. Then he stepped forward.
"This is what a woman can do to you with a whip!" he whispered. "Imagine what it would be like if Jason or I lashed you with all of our strength! Because that's what you will get if you ever give me the impression of hesitating to do anything that I or my people say! Do you understand that, bitch? Do you understand that real well?"
His words burned into her. She had no doubt that he meant what he said. If he or the large butler ever took a whip to her, the frightened, beaten, naked young secretary knew that she would be dead.
Sharon gulped and frantically nodded her head. Even the pain didn't frighten her as much as his eyes. She could look far down into the black depths and see even more horrible torture if she ever displeased him. There was no doubt in her mind that, no matter how degrading, she would have to leap to do everything he said.
"Now!" he gasped, taking a couple of steps back from her and turning his head to glance over toward Alex and Olga. "The two of you can leave her to me! She's mine now to do what I want with!"
Sharon's previous torturers moved silently from the room. When they were gone, Titus turned to his butler.
"Take her to an empty room and get the hair off her pussy," he said sternly. "When she begins work in the morning, I want her cunt as slick as a baby's!"
Titus reached forward and grabbed a handful of Sharon's pussyhair. With a tremendous jerk, he pulled a wide patch of it out of her cunt mound, then turned and left the room as the young sex slave screamed in terror and pain.