The conference table in the board room was massive, an expanse of polished oak that must have weighed more than a ton. It was the largest piece of furniture that Sharon had ever seen and, for a secretary who had been in many offices, that was saying a lot. The table was built in the shape of a long rectangle. There must have been at least twenty large, deep black leather chairs surrounding its perimeter, but the young sex slave wasn't given much of a chance to count.
The most unusual thing about the table was the track like slot that had been inlaid into the wood. Fitting into the recessed slot on the top of the table was a padded platform on wheels. On that platform were four metal clamps, two toward the middle of the table and the other pair toward the edge. And Sharon didn't have very long to wonder about the platform's design before she found out about it firsthand.
Jason, the butler, and Tara, the office manager, forced the naked secretary down onto her back atop the small platform. The clamps toward the middle of the table were snapped around her upper arms just below the shoulders, and they held the top of her body firmly against the padding. Then her knees were bent severely and her feet pulled back toward the cheeks of her ass until they rested on top of the platform. Her ankles were then captured by the other pair of clamps, and the combination pinned her solidly to the platform.
The device wasn't quite as long as her body so both her ass and head pushed past the ends. At one extreme, Jason pulled out a small extension to hold up her head and the addition brought her some relief. But there was nothing done about her ass hanging off the other edge, and, enhanced by the unnatural spread of her knees, the position spread her naked pussy wide open. Her cunt mound split and her tender inner pussylips flowered, showing the mouth of her cunthole.
Then Jason and Tara left her. She could rock the platform, but not free herself from its grasp. Her knees ached from the sharp angle and her pussy felt shamefully exposed. The platform was close enough to the edge of the table that her ass and cunt actually extended past the oaken top, and Sharon's mind fought wildly with the terrible thoughts of what might happen next. She was to get any from the terrible wiring of her tits to an electrical current, but she was afraid that she was now on the way to even more horrifying trouble.
That possibility was brought home when several men and a few women began arriving in the room. Sharon was bound up at the head of the large table, and all of the people were taking seats along the sides and far end, but each of them took the few seconds to pass by and stare down at Sharon's naked flesh. The young secretary groaned to herself with humiliation, embarrassment.
Even the women entering the room were dressed in expensive suits and ties, making Sharon even more intensely aware of her lewdly exposed tits and cunt. She didn't even have the small comfort of pussyhair to help cover her gaping cuntgash, and the tormented woman's naked flesh burned hot and scarlet from the humiliation that she felt.
To make matterd worse, not a single one of the people arriving in the room offered the least hint of comfort or concern. Each of the executives acted like it was the normal course of things to have a chained, naked sex slave present at their business meeting.
When the chairs were filled with executives, the door to the hallway opened one final time. Titus Marks strolled into the room, followed by a thin blonde female administrative assistant, and he walked around to sit in the single vacant chair left at the head of the table. When he had settled in, Sharon could no longer see him beyond the top of her head, but the tall blonde woman, wearing a tightly tailored gray suit and a long, black tie, stood nearby and stared down at the frightened, naked secretary with obvious amusement.
"I trust all you had an excellent lunch at the executive dining room," Titus said slowly. "And if there are any complaints about the food, you should address them to Miss Anderson."
The blonde nodded her head. Her hair, cropped short at her ears, bobbed when she did.
But her blue eyes never left Sharon's naked tits. It was as if Sharon's tits were the only thing that interested her in the room.
"As usual at our board meetings," Titus said after a slight pause, "we'll have our dessert while we work. The delectable treat on the menu this afternoon is a brand new acquisition, and I'm sure all of you will give her an appropriate executive welcome."
There were titters of laughter around the room. The nervous sound of excitement and lust in the laughing voices made Sharon's blood fill with ice. If there had been any doubt before, it was swept away now – she was facing an afternoon of sexual abuse.
"As is custom," Titus said, "while we pass around and enjoy dessert, we'll take care of a little business. So, Miss Anderson, if you'll be so kind as to unlock the brake, we'll get on with this meeting."
The tail blonde woman leaned over and sacked Sharon's right nipple loudly into her hot, wet mouth. The suction distended the tit until it stretched painfully in over the woman's velvety tongue, then her glistening teeth bit firmly into the flesh.
Sharon yipped in pain and surprise as her tit was deeply marked by sharp teeth. Then the administrative assistant tripped the brake on the platform and snapped Sharon's tit out of her mouth, leaving an angry bite mark around the nipple, before shoving the platform and the tormented secretary to the tight.
The platform glided easily on its track past Titus Marks and stopped at the first person on the other side. That person was a gray-haired, older woman with rimless glasses perched on her slightly pugged nose. As Sharon watched in panic, the elderly woman removed her eyeglasses and laid them on the table. Then her face nodded toward Sharon's hairless pussy. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth to greedily lick through Sharon's cuntgash.
Sharon cried and whipped her head to the side to look back up toward the head of the table.
Titus scowled at the noise and nodded at his administrative assistant, who took a black riding crop out of a briefcase and began slapping it loudly into the palm of one hand. Sharon's cries stopped and fear speared through her guts. There was no doubt about the message the sexy administrative assistant was conveying: Interrupt Titus Marks while he was conducting his meeting and the riding crop would savage Sharon's flesh. The bound secretary immediately bit down hard on her lower lip, suffering the indignities in silence. And, while she trembled without making sound, the older woman began lapping pussyjuices from Sharon's cunt.
"Now!" Titus growled. "Without further interruption, we'll move on to the first order of business!"
The older woman who was eating Sharon's pussy apparently had an agenda of her own. As Titus' voice droned on about profit pictures and sales margins, the woman ran her long tongue through the captive secretary's cuntslit. The tip fucked against the head of the small clit biding in its folds of skin at the top of the gash. Then the tongue slid down the length of the pussy slit to poke at the mouth of Sharon's cunthole. In spite of Sharon's honor, the stimulation of her pussy caused her fuck juices to flow. The woman caught them with her tongue as they emerged from Sharon's cunthole and gulped them down her throat. The shaving of her pussy mound seemed to make Sharon's cunt even more sensitive than before, and pleasurable sexual sparks began to fire. Perhaps it had been no accident that the elderly woman had been first in line to enjoy Sharon's flesh as dessert, because the pussy-licking greased up the captive secretary's cunthole very well.
When the woman raised her head from between the secretary's legs, her deeply-lined face was smeared by the cuntjuices of young Sharon. She smiled, her teeth glinting from the moisture of the young cunthole she had eaten, and there was a satisfied look on her face. Finally, she sighed and pushed the platform to the right.
The large hand of a man reached up to stop the platform's progress along the track in the table. He positioned her naked body right before his chair, then gained the attention of Titus and rose from his seat.
"I think our sales approach might be wrong, Mr. Chairman," he said as he unbuttoned the fly of his pants. His fingers ran inside the gap and pulled out his long, hard cock. "It's obvious that we're not getting the proper market penetration and I think we ought to do something about that."
Titus laughed as the man lined his throbbing cockhead up with Sharon's gaping, wet pussy.
"And just how do you suggest we improve our penetration?" Titus asked.
"We must thrust ourselves forcefully into the marketplace," the man said, driving his prick savagely into the captive woman's cunthole. His throbbing cockhead drove clear to the end of her pussy. "We can't daily around about filling our place in the economy."
The man's hard cock stuffed Sharon's cunthole. Throbbing fuckmneat stretched her pussy walls outward. Her pussy felt crammed full of prick, and she said silent thanks to the woman who had eaten her pussy, since it had made her cunthole very wet. If the man had fucked his thick prick into her without that natural lubrication, Sharon knew she would be screaming with pain.
"All that is well and good," Titus said, considering what the man had said. "An initial advertising campaign might get us inside, but it's not going to guarantee that we keep our share of the business."
The man smiled confidently. "You're right, of course, Mr. Chairman. We have to keep hitting the consumer again and again."
As if to illustrate his point, he fucked his prick back, and forth inside Sharon's pussy. His cockhead battered savagely against the deep end of her fuck-pit. Unrelenting, the fucking reamed out her cunthole until it felt like the stretched condition was natural.
The man continued his presentation for several minutes as he brutally fucked the captive woman's cunt. Then, finally, with his point made, his cock swelled inside Sharon's fuckhole and blasted sticky cum into her gaping pussy. Again and again he shot jism into the deep cavern of her cunt before finally puffing his prick out and pushing it back into his pants.
When he sat down, happy with what he had contributed, Sharon and the platform were pushed along on the track.
"I wish it was all that easy," a man in his forties said as he rose from his chair, stopping the platform and Sharon in front of him at the same time. "But we have to look at all sides of the question and some of them offer different problems."
His hand worked at the underside of the platform near the large ball that rode the track. There was a click, and suddenly Sharon and the platform were pivoted around until her head was hanging over the edge. He lifted her by the hair as he shoved the extension back in, then her neck arched back as her head dropped, and suddenly she stared at the man's crotch. His fingers were busy at the front of his pants, until he finally managed to lever his thick prick from his trousers.
"For example," the man said gruffly as he used his fingers to pry open Sharon's mouth. "Instead of just thrusting into an existing market, why don't we try to appeal to the consumers' tastes? Instead of just giving them something to use, let's offer them something they can really get their teeth into!"
His hard prick wedged into Sharon's mouth, prying her jaws wide. The rubbery cockhead slid clear to the back of her mouth. There it battered against the opening to her throat, threatening to spear past her tonsils.
"A multiple sales approach always is better," Titus said. "I assume that's what you're suggesting rather than just substituting one for the other."
"Exactly," the face-fucker said. He hauled his cockhead out to Sharon's lips, then fucked it in to the back of her mouth. "We should penetrate the traditional market just like Jackson showed, but let's not forget that there are other ways and places to attack!"
The hard prickshaft was covered with Sharon's spit, and the taste of pre-cum was swirling through her mouth. To keep her jaws from aching, she closed her tongue and checks around the mouth-fucking cock. It was pistoning into her face as though her mouth was a pussy.
"And when we get the consumers hungering for what we're offering," the man said. "Then we can go after the more difficult market. All we have to do is exert a little more effort to force our product into places it normally doesn't go!"
He linked his fingers around the back of Sharon's neck and pulled, locking her head firmly in place. His cockhead jammed against her tonsils and continued to shove. A terrible pressure began to grow against the end of Sharon's mouth, then, with intense pain, the small opening gave way and the entire swollen prickhead popped into the tight grip of her throat.
"And once we make the breach," the man said emphatically, "we have to force the issue all the way!"
Long inches of throbbing cock crammed down the narrow tube of the tortured secretary's gullet. The muscles around her neck bulged to show everyone in the room the progress of the man's cockhead down her throat. Sharon's breath was abruptly cut off as prick blocked the air to her lungs. She was being deep-throated by a thundering slab of male fuckmeat, the cockhead reaching almost into her chest. Cockhair scratched wickedly at her chin and the man's heavy balls slapped along her nose. Then the throat-raping prick was fucking violently back and forth, reaming out the entire length of her neck.
The cockhead scraped back and forth along the walls of Sharon's throat, rubbing them raw as the prick deep-throated the tortured young woman. But her gullet was so tight, and squeezing the fuckmeat so intently, that the oral rape couldn't go on for long. The prickshaft swelled on one of its savage thrusts and the cockhead ballooned. Soon scalding jism was blasting into her throat to grease its way to her stomach.
After what seemed like a gallon of the sticky cum had spurted into her gullet, the prick was pulled back into her mouth. The cockhead popped out of her throat, and Sharon sucked cooling air through her nose to salve her burning lungs.
The man's presentation was apparently over, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed the softening prick back into his pants. Then he shoved the bound secretary on to the next executive in line.
Once again, it was a woman, but this time a young one, not much older than Sharon was herself. As the tall, brown-haired beauty stood, she reached into her briefcase for a large, fake prick.
"Have we thought about sampling?" the woman asked Titus Marks as she turned Sharon and the platform back around. When she had the hard rubber cockhead of the dildo lined up with Sharon's cunthole, she added: "There's nothing like a sample to let the consumer know what the real thing is all about."
The dildo rammed into Sharon's cunt. She had to bite at her lip to keep from screaming. The phony cock was bigger than any real one she'd ever had in her pussy, and the terribly thick thing spread her cunthole wide. If it hadn't been for the cum that was still leaking from her fuck-pit, the monstrous rubber prick never would have made it inside. Still, in spite of the juices, it felt like a fence post was being shoved into her cunt, and Sharon fought herself to keep from groaning.
"What do you suggest?" Titus Marks asked the young woman.
"A massive effort that's going to penetrate the market completely," the woman said lustily, fucking the thick dildo in and out of the captive secretary's pussy. "By the time it's through, I want to know that there's, not a fraction of an inch of the territory that we haven't repeatedly touched."
Sharon's inner cunt walls were stretched thin. The phony cockhead fucked clear to the end of her fuck-pit, filling her pussy completely. After long seconds of jerking and thrusting, her cuntbole finally adjusted. The pain of the stretching diminished and the plepure came on and greased down her pussy channel even more. Before the woman finished, Sharon had gotten off several times from the ravaging of her cunt by the dildo.
Sharon was exhausted when she was finally pushed on down the line. Angry teeth marks still surrounded one of her nipples. Her pussy had been licked by the older woman until cuntjuice had flowed down across her asshole. Then her pussy had been savagely raped by a man talking about market penetration. Next, a large cock had been forced clear into her throat to shoot its spunk almost to her stomach. And even that hadn't ended the demented sex torture, and Sharon had been pushed along to another young woman, who had fucked Sharon's cunt brutally with a rubber prick.
As she was once more pushed along the track, Sharon was almost insane from the fear about what could possibly happen next.
She didn't have long to wait to find out. The next man in line abruptly stopped the moving platform with his hand as he pulled himself from his chair. He was a massive man with a solid body. He stared smugly down at the captive, well-fucked young woman before glancing up to the head of the table.
The cock the man pulled from his trousers was the largest one Sharon had ever seen. Its thick shaft was a handful, and the cockhead, raging purple with lust, looked like a small fist aimed between Sharon's legs. With one hand, he reached up to her shoulders and jammed her body down until her thighs were wedged even more painfully wide.
"We've talked about several approaches so far," the large man said. "But we really haven't paid much attention to intensity. I'm part of the old school."
He used the fingers of one hand to spread Sharon's asscrack.
"I don't like this pussyfooting, or playing kissy-kissy with the consumer. If we want to make money and that's what we're here for our sales approach is going to have to go right for the consumers' guts!"
Sharon gasped when she realized what was about to happen. Before she could protest, the man's massive cockhead was driven straight into her asshole. A lightning bolt of pain struck her lower body and ripped clear up into her chest. She couldn't even scream as several inches of the horse-like cock was viciously fucked into her shitter. Her air didn't come back until the entire monstrous prick was speared through her shithole to jam far up into her guts.
"Nooooo!" Sharon moaned, unable to control herself any longer. Her ass-ring was in far too much pain. True to the promise, the blonde female administrative assistant walked around the table and slashed the riding crop down savagely onto Sharon's naked tits. It took several more cutting blows before Sharon could cut off her groaning sounds as the thick prick violently fucked her ass. She wasn't even aware of when the mighty cock finally swelled even more and filled her shitter with cum.
And still the sexual torture went on. When the man's gigantic prick was yanked roughly from her suffering asshole, she was simply shoved on to the next executive. One after another, they used and abused her as they discussed profits and corporate pictures, each of them using Sharon to illustrate his or her point.
She was fucked in the mouth, pussy and ass, and forced to eat more cock and cunt. One woman even pissed in her face while the rest of the participants watched, enjoying the degradation of the young slave. If there had ever been any doubts in Sharon's tortured mind about why she was being held captive in Titus Marks' mansion, the board meeting had washed them away.