John McKeon - Secretary in chains

"That's how you make your money, isn't it?" Fay demanded.

Fay was disgusted with Leah. The money made Fay feel even worse for what had happened. Fay had been turned into a whore against her will. There had to be a law against that. But thinking about her alternatives didn't offer any attractive courses of action. If she went to the police, everything she had done would come out. Fay knew she didn't have the nerve to face all the public scrutiny of her actions that it would require.

"Frank wanted me to tell you that he'll have a little job for you tomorrow afternoon. You won't have to go to the office if you don't want to. As long as you cooperate with him, you can forget about pushing papers around."

"And if I don't cooperate?"

"Then you'll get a bill for your stay at the resort that will be bigger than any amount of money you'll get for what you do."

"That's blackmail! It's… it's slavery."

Leah shrugged and walked to the door. "It's also your choice. I can't do anything to help you. Misery or happiness is a state of mind. You can enjoy what's happening to you or you can let it upset you. Lying on your back is not a hard way to make a living."

When Leah was gone, Fay threw herself on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. How had all this happened to her? What had she done to deserve such humiliating treatment? If only she had not left her husband. Erik may have wanted her to swap with some of his friends, but he had certainly never tried to turn her into a prostitute.

Fay could not think of any plan of action. She didn't know where to go or to whom to turn to. She wanted to call Erik and tell him what was happening to her, but her pride would not let her do it. She had insulted Erik when she left, calling him a pervert for the dirty things he wanted her to do. Now how could she call him and tell him she had been making love with so many different people and expect him to have sympathy for her?

Fay slept in her clothes, lying across the bed. When she woke up it was past noon. Taking off her clothes, Fay stepped into the shower and let the water burn against her skin, the spray bringing her awake and at the same time reminding her of what she had done last night. She would not stay at the resort any longer. She would pack her suitcase, take the money in the envelope and move. If Frank Capatosto wanted to try and make her pay a huge bill, he would just have to sue her.

Having made that decision, Fay felt better. She allowed the stinging spray to wash away the last of her doubts. The water felt good splashing against her smooth skin and causing her nipples to tingle with pleasurable sensations. Fay soaped her pussy and ass, taking care that she washed away the last traces from last night. When she finished her shower, she dressed in a light-blue skirt and white knit blouse.

Suitcases in hand, Fay stepped out the door and ran into Gus, who had just been reaching for the doorknob. Gus saw her suitcases and his face twisted angrily.

"You're trying to run out on me, huh?"

Fay gasped and dropped her suitcases. Gus pushed her suitcases back inside her worn with his foot and then pushed Fay inside. Closing the door behind him, Gus leaned back against it, his face red with rage.

"You made a fool out of me last night," he said. "But you're not going to do it again. You were told that Mr. Capatosto had a job for you this afternoon. You don't run out on things like that."

Fear raced through Fay as she realized she had lost her chance of escape. She saw the anger burning in Gus' eyes and decided her only chance of escaping too severe a punishment was to go along with him without resisting. But if she saw a chance to turn the situation around like she had before, she'd take it.

"What do I have to do?" Fay asked, allowing her voice to become submissive.

"That's better," Gus said. "All you have to do is entertain one of the visiting tennis pros. I don't know which one of them Frank wants you to take care of. It doesn't matter, just so you do your job right. Any slip-up and you'll pay far it."

As before, the action was held some place other than the resort. Gus put Fay in the back of one of the resort cars and drove away from the clubhouse. When they were out of sight of the club, Gus stopped the car and blindfolded Fay, saying Frank thought it would be better if she didn't know where she was being taken.

Fay suspected she was driven to the same house she had been in last night. She no longer thought the house belonged to Leah, but was probably a piece of property that belonged to the resort or possibly Frank Capatosto. It didn't matter to her. They were all crooks and pimps. When the car stopped, Fay was led down a flight of stairs and into a room before her blindfold was removed.

Fay looked around. Except for the waterbed, the room looked exactly like the one last night. The walls were mirrored except for one wall which was covered with sexual gadgets for punishment or pleasure. Pillows took the place of furniture. Fay shivered with fear. Gus ordered her to take her clothes off.

"I'm going to make sure you're going to act right. You almost cost me my job last night. It won't happen again."

Obediently, Fay stripped off her clothes until she stood naked in front of Gus. Gus picked up Fay's clothes, wadded them in a ball and tossed them out the door. He locked the door behind him and began removing his own clothes. When he was naked, he began toying with his cock, rubbing it back and forth between his palms until it began to fill with blood and lift itself up in the air like a sadistic cudgel.

Fay backed away slowly, knowing there was no place she could hide and no one to turn to for help. Gus stalked her, an evil smile on his face. He backed her into a corner and pushed her down to her knees.

"Eat me," he ordered, wagging his cock in front of her face. He moved closer until his knob slapped against the sides of Fay's face. "Suck it. Eat my cum."

Wishing she were the one giving the orders, Fay opened her mouth and sucked Gus' cock between her lips. His purple knob tasted hot and satiny to her tongue. Gus grabbed Fay's ears and hunched his hips forward, ramming his eager tool against the back of Fay's mouth. Fay almost gagged from the force of Gus' cock filling her throat. She relaxed her muscles and tried to arch her neck to allow Gus' curved cock to penetrate down into her throat. His fat dick filled her throat and mouth completely.

Each time Gus thrust his cock deeper into Fay's mouth, his balls slapped against Fay's chin. Fay held Gus' thighs and bobbed her head to match his strokes, relaxing her throat muscles even more until he rammed his cock all the way to the hilt in her mouth.

"That's it, baby. Suck it real good the way I like it. Take it out and lick it all over."

As Gus withdrew his hips, Fay sucked at his shaft and knob. She held the base of his cock and twisted it so she could lick crossways over the underside of his shaft, sucking and nibbling at his knob and foreskin until his cock was swollen and throbbing with aroused passion. His knob pulsed rhythmically each time Fay's tongue bathed over it.

"Ahhhh… blow me, cunt. Keep it up." Gus leaned back, a look of sensual bliss relaxing his features.

Fay continued slurping her mouth over Gus' cock to keep him aroused and contented. She feared what he would do to her if she didn't satisfy him. She had to make it look like she would go along with anything they wanted her to do. It was her only chance of getting to see someone she could convince that she was being forced to provide sexual favors.

Gus pulled his prick away from Fay's mouth and pushed her to the floor. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her into the center of the room. Gus knelt between Fay's thighs and spread her legs obscenely to expose her pink slit. Gus lowered his head and lapped his tongue over Fay's hairy vulva, his tongue tip raking along her gash until it flicked over her clitoris.