Elaine looked up at her boss' face. It was the face of a stranger. "I-I can't," she said.
An angry flush tinged Harry's tan checks. "You don't have any choice," he said tautly.
Elaine hung her head.
"Explain it to her again, Harry darling," Kathleen said. She was sitting in a leather-upholstered chair. She looked elegant in her knee-length culottes and a filmy, long-sleeved blouse. It was hard to recognize her with her clothes on, Elaine thought sarcastically.
Harry sat down on a corner of his big broad desk and crossed his legs. He clasped his hands over his knee and looked down at his red-headed secretary. She refused to look at him.
"It's this way," he said. "You fucked me. You enticed me into fucking you in the ass. You even forced my dear sister into letting you eat her pussy."
Elaine's temper flared. "That isn't true! You know it isn't!"
Harry smiled. "But it's Kathleen's and my word against yours, honey. And I'm a successful, well-respected, young attorney, and Kathleen is my blushing, virgin sister. Who'll be believed?"
Elaine shook her head. There was nothing to say.
"Now, in our liberated society, these things aren't against the law any longer," Harry continued, as if lecturing a class of not-too-bright law students. "But surely you know what attitudes are like in our community. Such things aren't taken lightly by public opinion in this town, even if no wrong is done in the eyes of the law. You'd be a marked woman if even a hint of this got out."
It was true. Too true. Elaine knew it. People, would look at her as though she were a cheap hooker when she walked down the street. She'd find that, somehow, no employers were looking for qualifications such as hers. Of course, if Harry's version of the story got out there'd be a certain amount of scandal, and Harry's standing might suffer slightly – but only very slightly. He was a young, handsome, available attorney-at-law. How could a healthy young male resist the temptations of a loose-moral seductress?
She was trapped. She sniffled. Her ass still smarted from the brutal treatment it had received the day before. Her asshole was as sore as her ass cheeks. She'd gotten off on having Harry ass fuck her as she ate his sister's cunt, but the pain in her raw ass was making her pay!
Harry stood up. "Well, baby, it's getting late," he said, checking his expensive digital watch. "You'd better run along. You know where to go."
Kathleen gave Elaine a sweet smile as she walked out. The blonde's nipples were visible inside her sheer blouse. They were erect against the snowy backdrop of her tits.
"A Miss Thomas to see you, Mr. Wellborn." The secretary, a tall, willowy woman, opened the door and gestured to Elaine to go into the office. She gave the redhead a cool, studied look and went out. The door closed after her.
Hesitantly, Elaine looked toward the man behind the desk. At least he's not ugly, she thought. In fact, he was exactly the opposite – if you liked older men.
Bennington Wellborn rose from his swivel chair and extended his hand. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Thomas?" he beamed. "Harry told me a good deal about you."
Elaine took his hand. It was dry and firm. At the mention of her employer she blushed furiously, but deep inside her she felt a stirring of interest in this tall and slender lawyer.
Wellborn's hair was silver-gray. His skin was as deeply tanned as Harry's, and the eyes that looked out of his rugged looking face were a startling blue. His years hadn't decayed him any. Rather they seemed to have refined him into a fit, self-assured, good-looking man.
At a gesture from a well-manicured hand Elaine sat and primly crossed her legs. "Tell me about yourself," Wellborn said with a dazzling smile.
It was easy for Elaine to talk to this man. She talked about her girlhood, her innocence in high school and college, how she had come to work for Raeburn, Martin, and Windsor, Harry's firm.
Throughout, Wellborn listened attentively, from time-to-time nodding his silver head and murmuring words of encouragement. Without meaning to, she blurted out the story of how she and Harry had made love that first time, when she was still a virgin. And then she went on to tell what had happened yesterday with Harry and his sister Kathleen!
Wellborn shook his head, clucking his tongue sympathetically. "Poor child," he said softly. "You poor, poor child."
He got up and walked around his desk to stand beside the secretary. Suddenly tears burst from Elaine's eyes. He patted her on the shoulder and pressed his expensive linen handkerchief into her hands. She took it and blew her nose loudly.
This wasn't what she had expected. She let her fear and sorrow pour out of her. Mr. Wellborn was a nice man, a strong and kind and fatherly man. He understood what had happened to her, how cruelly she had been tricked and betrayed.
Maybe he could help her get out of Harry's clutches!
Elaine felt a stirring of hope. She dabbed at her eyes and looked up at the attorney. He was standing with his back to her, looking out the window at the city streets below.
"That's the problem with the world today," he said distantly. "There's just too little discipline. People think they can get away with anything they take into they heads."
He turned to face the girl, looking down at her as though from a great height. "Far too many young people have gone astray because of a lack of discipline," he intoned. "But perhaps – just perhaps – I can save you from the abyss into which you are headed."
Elaine's heart soared. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Help me! Please, please – help me!"
Wellborn nodded. He walked over to a cabinet, set in a bookcase, filled with thick volumes. He opened it and took something out. His well-dressed body was in Elaine's way and she couldn't see what he had in his hand.
"Come here," he said. He turned to face Elaine, hands held behind him.
Heart pounding, Elaine obeyed. Her heavy tits heaved up and down inside her lacy bra. She was dressed in a sleeveless blouse of a fabric almost as light as Kathleen's, and her pert ass was encased in an extremely short skirt that left her long, legs strikingly bare.
She still felt hot.
She stopped a few inches in front of the lawyer. She felt his burning gaze on her. He reminded her of some Biblical prophet.
"I will do for you what I can, young lady," Wellborn said. "Hold out your hands."
Head down, Elaine raised her hands. There was a double dick, and she felt something encircling her wrists.
Her head snapped up. She was handcuffed! "What…?" she gasped, green eyes wide with horror.
"Young people are afraid to submit to proper discipline," Wellborn told her. "You may not be strong enough to face up to your punishment. Thank heaven I have these police-issue handcuffs!"
Elaine took a step back. Her mouth was slack in amazement. "W-what do you mean?" she stammered. "I didn't do anything!"
"You committed lewd and perverted acts," the lawyer said ponderously. "Each person is solely responsible for his or her own acts and sins! Your employer is not responsible for your actions."
The room seemed to spin around Elaine. A few moments ago the man had been as soothing and understanding as her father. What had happened?
He reached out and hooked his fingers in the collar of her blouse. Before she could react, he tore the garment from her shoulders and left it hanging in tatters. She cried out in tenor.
His piercing eyes stared at her tits. Her tits were barely contained by the scanty bra. Most of the white, freckled skin stretched over her full tits was exposed to his view.
"You are a lovely young woman," he said. He was breathing more heavily now. "It would be a great wrong to allow such a beautiful creature to be corrupted by evil!" He ripped her skirt off, leaving her clad in bra and panties and the ruins of her blouse.
He advanced on the cringing girl. She shrank back before him, pressing her manacled wrists over her tits. Her heart hammered. She backed into the desk.
Wellborn took off his coat. A maniacal light burned in his eyes.
He stepped to the side of his desk, leaned over, and opened a wide drawer. His eyes never left, the half-naked redhead. She was shivering uncontrollably in fright.
He pulled out what looked at first to be an extremely thin magic wand, two feet long and off-white. Then Elaine recognized it as a pointer, the kind professors used when they lectured. What's he going to do with that? she wondered.
Wellborn whacked the thin rod experimentally against his palm and nodded. "In the old days," he said, half to himself, "discipline was enforced by means of a hickory stick, but I've found a simple pointer to be more than effective."
He stretched out a hand and slipped the bra strap off Elaine's right shoulder. She tried to pull away. He hooked his fingers into the cups of her bra and pulled them away.
Her big tits bounced free! They jiggled up and down, the nipples dark against the whiteness of her tit flesh. Harsh fingers scraped her belly as they moved down and into the waistband of her panties. Elaine fell the back of Wellborn's hand on the furry mound of her cunt.
Wellborn twisted his hand in the fabric of her panties. "Are you ready to atone for your misbehavior?" he asked.
"No!"
With a loud rip he jerked the panties off her hips. Elaine stood naked except for the shredded blouse hanging down from her waist. Patches of milk-white skin and scarlet cunt fur peeked between the strips of cloth.
Wellborn put his hand below Elaine's tits and pushed. She went up on the balls of her feet and sat on the edge of the desk. He kept pushing. She scooted her bare ass back across the polished wood.
The sun-browned hand crept up to cup a naked, jutting tit. The secretary moaned in involuntary pleasure as Wellborn's palm pressed her nipple back into the soft tit. Then he shoved her onto her back.
Her legs went up in the air. The fiery thatch covering her pussy flashed between her thighs. Wellborn brought his pointer whistling onto the pallid cheeks of her ass.
"Yeeeeow!" The pain was intense. Elaine kept rolling until it seemed she'd do a backward somersault off the other side of the paper-cluttered desk. Her legs kicked at thin air.
The slim rod moved with a whip-like action when Wellborn swung it. And, thin as it was, it bit her ass far more viciously than Harry's belt had. It was like being spanked with a switch as a child.
Elaine fell back, lying with her legs dangling over the edge of the desk. "Roll over," Wellborn commanded.
Elaine shook her head. Her ass hadn't entirely recovered from the whipping her boss had dealt it. She wasn't about to let this man abuse it even more!
But her defiance was useless. The pointer whined down. It cut into her tender pussy mound like a knife!
"Ah-ahhhhhh!" shrieked Elaine. Her ass flew off the desk top. Her pussy was on fire!
Her ass thumped back down on the desk. At once she rolled over on her stomach. Her ass felt vulnerable and naked, more naked than it had ever felt before. But anything was better than to feel that rod biting into her cunt again! Or so she thought! With meticulous aim, Wellborn lashed out. The rod whipped between the upward jutting cheeks of Elaine's ass. The crack of her ass and already-aching asshole burst into agony!
"Aaaaoooooowwwwww!" she screamed. "Stooopppp!"
Wellborn struck side-hand. The rod scorched a thin red mark across the white ass cheeks. Elaine screamed again.
The front of Wellborn's pants was tented out by the rock-hard cock beneath. "See, slut?" he puffed. "I knew YOU wouldn't have the will power to take your punishment!"
He cut another stripe across Elaine's ass crack. Her tits squeaked against the wood and her nipples were friction-burned as she thrashed in agony. She couldn't stand it!
But she had no choice. Wellborn began slashing at her ass like a man beating out a fire with a sack. Her ass became a network of fine crimson lines crisscrossing the alabaster whiteness of her ass cheeks. She shrieked and begged and pleaded until she was hoarse. Still the brutal punishment continued.
The attorney moved to the side of his desk. He turned until he was looking down the girl's long, naked back at the twin mounds of her rump. He brought the pointer singing down between them.
This time the rod seemed to bite mainly at her asshole. "Unnnnnngaaahhh!" she howled. "My ass! It hurts!"
Wellborn allowed himself a smile. The sweat was streaming down into his eyes. "That's the object, my dear," he said. "You must pay for your sins."
"No – I don't want to – I – aieeeeeeee!"
Another blow had landed along the crimson crevice of her ass. Wellborn cocked his arm again and leaned farther forward. The rod droned through the air.
It landed smack between the brilliant pink lips of the secretary's pussy. Bent over the desk like this, her cunt mouth was wide open to receive the full savage force of the blow!
"Yaaaaaghhh! Ow! Aiiiii!" It was as tough a candle flame had been held to her pussy lips. The pain seared her pussy tunnel and twisted her stomach.
"Good, good!" shouted Wellborn. Again Elaine's cunt flaps felt the cruel bite of her pussy tunnel and twisted her stomach.
"Good! Good!" shouted Wellborn. Again Elaine's cunt flaps felt the cruel bite of the pointer. It hurt worse than before!
Elaine's scream was to no avail. Her pussy blazed fiercely with pain. Hot tears gushed from her eyes.
She squirmed on the desk top, begging for mercy. Wellborn showed her none. He kept on whipping her helpless body until her cunt and whole felt as though they'd been stung by a million hornets.
It seemed as if his cock were going to burst free of his fly at any moment. With a hoarse cry he tore down the zipper and yanked his cock out. It quivered like a branch in a stiff wind.
"Such a lovely young slut," he moaned. "Mustn't let you be spoiled by perversion. Sucking a woman's pussy – disgusting. Let me show you what a real man feels like!"
He plunged his throbbing cock full-length into Elaine's cunt. She howled at the pain from her whipped pussy lips. Then she cried out again as his cock rammed into her ungreased pussy!
Pointer still in hand, Wellborn nabbed his captive's ass. She wailed as his sweat stung her ass cheeks. He rocked his hips from side to side, stirring his hard cock around in her red-thatched pussy.
Gradually, the attorney pulled his cock out of his groaning victim's pussy. "Ah!" he cried. "Your cunt is tight and hot!"
Elaine sobbed. The mouth of her pussy pulsed with pain. Wellborn's cock was like a sword driven deep in her cunt.
The prick seemed to swell and shrink to the rhythm of the silver-haired man's heartbeat. Elaine felt the bloated prick-head leaving her cunt, and the elastic membranes of her pussy closing in after it. Then her sore twat lips were wrapped around the prick-head alone.
"Uh," she whimpered. "Let me go! My pussy is sore – leave me alone!"
Wellborn ignored her. "Even in your righteous punishment you are allowed the reward of feeling my cock inside you." He frowned down at her ass. The tracery of lines his pointer had left seemed to glow against the whiteness of her ass. Her hole, puffy and red from the caress of his rod, seemed to wink at his lust-fevered face.
"You don't deserve such pleasure." He announced suddenly. "You must earn the right through suffering!"
"No!" Elaine cried desperately. Just having the cockhead caught between her agonized cunt flaps was making her pussy squirm with pain. "Let me alone, please!"
In reply Wellborn brought his pointer singing down to slash at the ripe cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Owwww!" Elaine's ass jerked on the desk. Her ass cheek pressed into the wood as she screamed. Wellborn's cock plunged madly inside her pussy.
In and out, the attorney fucked his rigid prick. All the while he rained stinging blows on the woman's already-tortured ass cheeks. The handcuffed secretary leapt and bucked and thrashed as though she were being electrocuted. Her red hair flew and her tits squeaked like rubber on the surface of the desk. Her pussy surged around Wellborn's pistoning prick. It felt as though he'd fucked his eager cock into a blender. He gritted his teeth at the intense, pleasure of whipping the lovely woman's ass and fucking her pussy as she writhed and struggled!
Elaine's cries were constant and piercing. Wellborn savored each and every shriek of agony, just as he savored the sound of the rod striking her tender ass flesh, the feel of the pointer cutting deeply into the pale ass and the fabulous play of the pussy fit so snugly around his ram-rodding cock.
It was too good to last. "Get ready, slut," the attorney cried. "My come will – arrrrggghhhh!"
His prick spat jism into the pulsing mouth of Elaine's pussy. He whacked her ass viciously with his rod as climax shook him. The redhead screamed, agony penetrating her ass and pussy.
He fucked his cock home in her pussy. It shuddered and spewed another charge of creamy jism. Elaine howled as he turned his wrist to slash her asshole with the tip of the pointer.
His balls convulsively pumped their entire load of come into his captive's unwilling cunt. The fury of his whipping died as his passion spent itself in the red-furred cunt.
A curious calm came over Elaine. Despite her agony and humiliation, her mind was suddenly clear. And from that mental clearness came a fresh resolve.
Harry Windsor would pay for this!