Sharon's hands flowed over the keyboard of the electric typewriter. She could feel every one of the keystrokes in her cunt. All around her, other naked secretaries furiously typed, bound to desk-like contraptions such as hers. There must have been at leant a dozen naked young women in the large office complex of the mansion, and each of them was busily typing.
At no time had Sharon really believed that she would be expected to produce actual secretarial work in addition to being a sexual slave. So she was completely surprised when she had been led totally naked into the large room that was obviously an office and forced to sit down at the lewdly constructed desk.
Just the night before, Jason, the butler, had taken her from the chains down to a small room with nothing but a dresser and a narrow bed. Throwing her down roughly onto the firm mattress, he had used belts to tie her knees back, her feet bent back against the backs of her thighs.
Bound there, Sharon's legs had been stretched painfully wide, and her pussy had gaped open for the butler to easily see. But he apparently hadn't been interested as much in fucking her with his cock as in shaving the pussyhair from her cunt. He used a bar of soap and a straight razor to get the job done and, when he finally released her, her pussy was shaved. When she glanced down between her legs, her cunt looked just like it had when she had been a little girl, and the tormented secretary cried hers elf to sleep when the butler finally left her alone.
The next morning, she had been fed and let into a bathroom to pee, then she had been taken to the office complex of the building and up to a strangely built contraption that included a typewriter. When she was ordered to sit down, she glanced at the seat and gasped at the long shaft that rose into the air.
Sobbing, but afraid to resist, she allowed herself to be forced onto the dildo, which ran far up into her cunt. It wasn't as thick as a man's prick, but it still plugged her pussy clear to the end. Straps were wrapped around her naked body from the rear, locking her tightly in place.
As a final insult, long electrical wires from the platform that held the typewriter were attached painfully to her nipples by small alligator clips. The tiny teeth bit into her flesh until her whole tit-mounds finally went numb.
Sharon glanced down. Other wires led from the base of the typewriter and disappeared beneath her seat. She shrugged, trying to force her mind from the discomfort she felt in her pussy and tits, then looked around the large room.
Sharon watched as the other naked secretaries were led in. Each, in turn, was pushed down onto a long dildo and locked into place. Then the wires were clipped to their tits and each girl suffered her own minute of pain before her tit-flesh went numb.
Sharon could reach the typewriter with her hands, but she couldn't lift her ass from the seat. The long dildo would stay inside her cunthole until someone came around and unstrapped her from the chair.
A door in the front of the room opened and a large redhead stepped through. She was dressed in a tight black leather garment with holes cut out in front so her massive tits could stick through. Slowly, she walked past a table to a large podium placed in front of the secretarial desks. Looking closely, Sharon could see that the whole crotch was also missing from the tight leather garment, allowing wild, red cunthair to blossom through the crotch.
"Before my assistants pass out the assignments for typing this morning," the fiery haired woman said, "I want to introduce you to our new secretary. If you will glance toward the main door, you'll be able to see who the new cunt is."
Sharon was humiliated when all of the women turned in her direction. She tried to shrink lower into the chair, but was held in place by the dildo jammed into her cunt.
Suddenly, Sharon's whole body was thrashing about in the electricity flowed in through the wires on her tits. The shock froze her, and it felt as if every cell in her body was being beaten violently by a whip.
Then the ripping current was gone and Sharon slumped heavily down onto the fake cock. Up in front of the room, the redhead pulled her finger away from a panel in the podium and smiled sadistically out over the naked, captive women, showing teeth that glinted wetly in her mouth.
"I'm Tara Sharp," the woman said to Sharon. "The rest of these secretarial bitches know me already. They also know that they'll get a large dose of what you just felt if they don't keep those hands flying over those typewriter keys."
There was more to be heard, but Sharon was hardly listening. The horror of her situation filled her. Her tits still ached from the terrible electrical shock that had been administered. For those few seconds she had suffered the electricity, Sharon had been sure she had been dying as she struggled to take in a single breath.
The four assistants who moved through the room were all young men who wore outfits similar to that of the red-haired Tara. One of them, a lanky blonde with her cunt as hairless as a baby's ass, slapped down a stack of papers on one side of Sharon's typewriter and a stack of forms on the other. Without being told, the tormented sectary reached over and picked up one of the forms. It was an inventory slip for filling orders, and the stack of papers on the other side were computer printouts of sales information.
When Tara yelled sternly for the secretaries to begin working, Sharon quickly rolled one of the forms into her typewriter and began keying in the required information.
"Eceeck!" she cried at the first keystroke. A gentle spark of electricity tickled into the flesh far up inside her cunt. As she typed afew more strokes, the sparks leaped each time she depressed the keys. The sensation wasn't really painful, but it came as a surprise, and Sharon's hands froze above the keys.
"Aaaargh!" she groaned at the shocking pain as the current of electricity ripped into her tits. Quickly, her cry choked off when the current paralyzed her chest. The bolt of electricity lasted only a couple of seconds before it died away. Terrified, Sharon's bulging eyes looked to the front of the room, where the tall fiery-haired Tara stood with a finger near a button on the console built into the podium.
"I think you better forget about that tickle in your pussy," Tara said. "It isn't anything like what will happen to your tits if that typewriter ever stops!"
Immediately, Sharon's hands dove back onto the keyboard. She began typing the sales information onto the form as fast as her fingers could move. The trickle of current from the dildo in her pussy leaked almost constantly into her cuntflesh, but the stimulation was something Sharon knew she'd just have to endure.
When the first form was finished, she ripped it out of the typewriter and quickly replaced it with another. Fearfully, she glanced up at the front of the room, where Tara's finger quivered over the button.
Sharon began typing again. Tara, the office manager, smiled sadistically and pulled her finger back from the console, while Sharon locked herself into a furious working pace.
The completed forms piled up. Nearly naked women walked around and picked up the finished work and put more in its place. The whole room was filled with the clatter of a dozen busy typewriters as the office frantically functioned. Titus Marks had solved the problem of worker incentives by wiring up his secretaries' tits.
The constant tingle of the gentle current in her pussy eventually caused Sharon's cunthole to flow. The juices leaked down over the dildo to spread wetly between her hips and the seat. The dampness allowed the current to spread until it finally tickled at her whole ass. Even Sharon's shithole was bombarded by telegraph like electrical charges, until her ass was stimulated almost beyond belief.
But it wasn't the strange pussy-juicing pleasure from the typing that kept Sharon constantly working. It was the threat of the severe shocking of her tits. Already, she had felt the searing pain twice ripping into her body, and she was horrified at the thought of suffering it again.
Around her, other young women occasionally failed to keep up the pace. Fingers and hands would painfully cramp, or their arms would grow unbearably heavy. Sharon knew each time that one of the other women grew weak by the sudden, shrill scream that would fill the room before quickly chocking out as the electricity froze the air in the woman's chest. Seeing the other women was enough to keep Sharon working hard.
The forms were routine, requiring the same keystrokes again and again. After the first hour of furious work, Sharon found herself able to glance around without ever stopping her hands. To her right sat a small naked blonde. The young woman didn't look like much more than a kid.
Sitting just beyond the blonde at another desk was a brunette. Her tits were magnificently large, full melons, without the slightest hint of a droop. Her rosy nipples poked firmly out from the front and were captured by alligator clips.
A shriek broke out from the other side of the room. Sharon glanced over to see a brown haired young woman thrashing around in her chair. Her tits, succulent things that even made Sharon's mouth water, were jumping savagely all around her chest. Sharon could almost see, hear and feel the electrical current burning through the woman's tit-flesh as she shook violently in pain. Then, suddenly, the woman's body slumped as if it had been released, and her hands went into motion. They leaped back onto the keyboard and were typing in information even before her body was completely still.
A soft hand touched Sharon's shoulder. She glanced up without interrupting her typing. The hand belonged to the lanky blond with the bald pussy, and the young woman reached down and unclamped the wires from Sharon's tits. Then the straps that held Sharon to the scat were released and the blonde woman motioned for Sharon to rise.
Sharon stood, pulling her cunthole off the dildo in the center of the scat, and the inside walls of her pussy slowly collapsed back to their normal size. Sharon thought that the wires being off her tits would mean the pain was over, so she wasn't prepared for the feeling to return to her nipples. But since the alligator clips were gone, the numbness left, and Sharon suffered intense pain where her nipples had been bitten, by the metal teeth. One of her hands rubbed at her sore nipples as she was led to the front of the room by the blonde.
Tara waited for her, and the closer Sharon got, the more imposing the red-haired woman seemed. She was several inches taller than Sharon, and her body was firm. She stood with her fists driven into the leather on her hips, her legs spread wide for balance. The position caused her fiery cunthair to swarm out the opening in the garment at the crotch, and, up close, Sharon saw the deep gash of the woman's pussy where it peeked through the tuft of red hair.
"I guess you are a fine-looking cunt after all!" Tara sneered as she looked Sharon's naked body over. The tormented secretary's pussy burned with her embarrassment. "Just looking at that naked pussy makes my tongue hard, but I'll get to that pleasure later! Right now I have to make sure that you're ready for the board meeting after lunch since you've been selected as dessert! That asshole Jason may have the biggest cock in the whole world, but he's got a pile of shit for brains! I haven't ever seen a pussy that he's shaved which still didn't have leftover hair!"
Three of the assistants forced Sharon onto her back on top of a table alongside the podium, and Tara moved around between Sharon's legs to inspect her cunt mound. The blonde and another woman pulled Sharon's knees apart so far that her hips ached, and Tara leaned down to look closely all around Sharon's gaping cunt. Fingers closed around Sharon's tender, inner pussylips, then Tara pulled them far out of the gash of Sharon's cunt. The stretching hurt so much that Sharon thought her pussyflesh would tear, but finally Tara released it and let the cuntlips pop back into Sharon's juicy cuntslit.
"Ahh, here!" the sadistic female office manager said as she ran fingertips around Sharon's naked cunt. "The son-of-a-bitch did leave some stubble of cunthair just like I suspected he would."
Tara lifted her face from between Sharon's legs and ordered one of the assistants to get some some super-stickum tape. When it was brought, the redhead tore off a long piece and pressed it against the skin of Sharon's pussy mound.
"Aaeeiii!" the tormented secretary screamed as the tape was tipped away.
With the tape went the stubble of pussy hair that had been pulled from her cunt mound. Again and again, the sticky tape was pressed around her tortured pussy, then jerked violently away. Her cunthair stubble was savagely torn out, permaitently damaging them so they would never again grow. It took ten minutes of demented screaming from the tortured young woman before the sadistic Tara was finally satisfied that Sharon's cunt was as bald as it could possibly be.
Sharon was then dragged to the Xerox machine, where the terrible abuse continued. Giving the feeble excuse that the office needed a picture to make her identification card, they forced Sharon's naked ass up onto the plate to be photographed. All of the assistants had a big laugh when the paper finally came out showing an impression of Sharon's asscheeks.
Then, not satisfied, they carried it further and pulled her legs wide, one on each side of the piece of equipment. They made her spread her pussylips with her fingers and press them wetly down onto the glass. A button was pushed, blinding light flashed up, and a black-and-white image of Sharon's open pussy was printed onto a sheet of paper. They all thought that so hilarious that each of them had to have a copy, so Sharon had to suffer through several more images.
Then Tara and the assistants turned Sharon over onto her chest across the glass, and took Xerox pictures of her tits. By the time they were through and led Sharon back to her desk, she was happy to sit back down on the dildo and return to her typing just to be left alone.
Later, they fed her pussymeat for lunch. But before they forced cunt to her mouth, she had been humiliated even further when she told them she had to pee. She was the first secretary in the room to suffer a full bladder, and Sharon, in her inexperience, hadn't known what was to come.
Laughing, the assistants hauled her back up off the dildo and led her to the front, where they forced her to squat down over an empty wastebasket in full view of everyone. The strong stream of piss that achingly burst from her cunt drummed loudly against the inside of the wastebasket and its sound echoed throughout the room. Every one of the secretaries at the desks glanced up at the sound of loud pissing, and Sharon went completely red with shame when she saw their secret smiles.
Sharon's ass was poised over the wastebasket while her cunt fired a hot stream of piss. Tara and all of her assistants were laughing hysterically at Sharon's embarrassment and shame.
They gave her a wet washcloth to wipe the piss drops that had splattered back onto her pussy, Tara forced Sharon to chew on the pissoiled cloth. The moisture drained from the material and collected at the back of Sharon's mouth. And she wasn't allowed to sit back down on her dildo at her desk until she had swallowed the mixture, which caused her stomach to spasm in protest.
At noon, they fed her. Once again on her back atop the long table! Sharon had begun to cry. Tara was the first to climb up and sit down on Sharon's grimacing face. Bright red cunthair swarmed all over Sharon's nose, cheeks, and chin as hot, wet pussy smothered down onto her lips. Tara's cunthole was, like a fountain shooting down into Sharon's mouth, and within seconds, the abused secretary was gulping pussyjuice down.
"Eat it, bitch!" Tara screamed at the tormented girl. "Fuck my cunt out with your tongue or I'll wire up your tits and turn on the current and not turn it off for an hour!"
The threat frightened Sharon. She shoved her face up through the gap in Tara's leather garment, then her tongue pushed out of her mouth and up into Tara's hot cunt hole immediately, the pussyhole grew even hotter and squirted juices strongly down into Sharon's mouth. She gulped again and again, drinking cuntcream down into her stomach as Tara rolled her pussy all over the captive secretary's face.
"How's this for fucking a bitch's face with your cunt?" Tara shouted to her assistants, and humped pussy hard against Sharon's head. Her cunt rammed savagely against the lower part of the frightened woman's nose. Sharon felt like she was being drowned in hot pussyjuice, but finally the red-haired bitch got off.
"Getting your pussy tongue-fucked is a pleasant break from the drudgery of the day," the lusty office manager said as she crawled down from the desk, leaving Sharon flat on her back, her face sopping with pussyjuice.
"Can be next?" the long-legged blonde with the bald cunt asked her boss.
"If you hurry," Tara said. "The others are waiting their turns, and we still have to get her ready far the board meeting after lunch."
Within seconds, a slippery, hairless pussy was being pushed into Sharon's face. The lack of pussyhair startled Sharon, since it felt like she was eating out the cunt of a little girl. But, when Sharon opened her eyes, she looked up at a pair of naked, womanly tits jutting out from the leather garment that the long-legged blonde wore. And the cunthole she was eating was certainly no immature little fuckhole, judging by the amount of hot cuntjuice that it was pourbig into Sharon's mouth.
And the blonde's pussy wasn't the last. Two more cunts, one hairy and one bald, were forced into the tormented young woman's face. Sharon was forced to lick pussy until each of the female fuckholes had gotten off. By the time the last assistant's cunt was taken care of by Sharon's tongue, the sex slave's face, the linings of her nose, and her whole mouth were covered by thick pussycream.
Exhausted, Sharon was pulled from the top of the desk and dragged out the door and down a hallway to a bathroom, where she was forced into a shower. As she trembled in the corner, the water pounded against her face and body, washing the pussyjuice from her skin. But nothing the crowd of women, could do would ever chase away the horror of being attacked by a mob of cunts and having to eat each one until it shot off.