Val Marrick - Secretary in bondage

"I understand Harry wants us to drop the Mattson case," the man said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Of course, he must realize it's impossible. I know his reputation, but this thing is airtight. Absolutely airtight."

Elaine hardly heard him. Her attention, kept wandering to the woman who sat at his side and leaned on his shoulder. The woman's smoldering brown eyes hadn't left Elaine since she'd walked in the door.

District Attorney Charles Hardman had a reputation for being what his name implied – a hard man. He was in his late thirties or early forties, his eyes gray, and his hands surprisingly large for his size. He played ceaselessly with his half-full of gin, turning it around and around so that the colorless liquid swirled in the glass.

"But of course," the black-haired woman at his side said, in a voice like a purring cat, "something could be arranged, given the proper inducement. That is why Harry sent you here isn't it, dear?" she smiled lasciviously at Elaine. The secretary repressed a shudder.

Hard man gave his companion a reproving glance.

"You needn't be so blunt, Marda," he said. She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells.

She stood up and walked toward Elaine. Her floor-length dress clung to her like a sheath. The thin fabric molded itself around every curve of her voluptuous body. And there was certainly a lot to cling to!

Black-haired Marda was an inch or two shorter than Hardman, but she was anything but compact. She was not fat by any stretch of the imagination; she simply had an incredibly ripe figure packed in her none-too-tall frame!

Marda moved with the sure grace of a hunting panther. Her tits – large, with erect nipples and projecting areolas – rode up and down on her ribs. The cloth of her dress was so sheer that the secretary could see the ringlets of cunt fur outlined between the luscious thighs.

Marda stopped in front of the redhead. Big brown eyes studied Elaine over the rim of a glass as the DA's mistress took a sip of her drink. A bare arm reached out and a scarlet-nailed finger touched Elaine's cheek.

"Charles doesn't like to say things straight out," she explained. "I don't believe in beating around the bush. We're going to play with you, beautiful. If you please us enough, we'll do what your dear boss wants us to. How is he, by the way?"

Elaine didn't answer. She sat looking at the shag carpet. She had a curious hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The brunette turned away. Elaine's eyes glanced up to see the crack between Marda's ass cheeks delineated in the shimmering indigo cloth. She was afraid of what would happen next. She couldn't restrain a certain catch to her breath. She'd never seen a woman as ripe and lovely as Marda.

Marda paused by a table at the end of the couch.

"You know, Charles dear, I've never seen a red-haired pussy before." She set her drink down. "I wonder what one looks like."

Without glancing back at the red-headed secretary, Marda reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper of her dress. The opening bared the milky expanse of Marda's back. She peeled off her dress. The crack of her ass smiled at Elaine. Marda bent to slide the clinging dress down her legs, then stood up, smoothed her midnight hair back, and took a drink from her glass.

Elaine looked from the now-naked brunette to Hardman. The bulge in his crotch gave ample evidence to the interest he was taking in what was going on. He was staring intently at Elaine, ignoring the spectacle of his naked mistress, standing a few feet from him.

Marda opened a drawer in the table and pulled out apiece of rope. "Not yet," Hardman said suddenly, urgently. Then he bent over and rummaged under the couch with one hand.

When his hand appeared, Elaine gasped. He was holding the handle of a whip!

Like a long black serpent the whip uncoiled from beneath the sofa. Hardman brought his wrist forward swiftly, and eight feet of braided buck leather slithered across the carpet toward Elaine. She dropped her glass and jumped to her feet.

"Wait a minute," she said nervously. "This is going a little too fast for me. I mean, when Harry asked me to come here, I'm sure he didn't have anything in mind like…"

The DA had gotten to his feet as Elaine spoke. Now he moved his hand with blinding speed. The end of the whip snapped up between her thighs, under the hem of her skirt, stinging her panty-covered cunt.

Her protest turned to a cry of anguish. She pressed her knees together and threw a hand down to protect her cunt. The lash slid down a slender thigh and fell to the floor.

The blow hadn't been very hard, and Elaine's panties had cushioned its impact some. Still, her pussy smarted from the whip-stroke. "O," Elaine moaned. "I – oh, that hurts!"

"It was meant to!" Marda said with undisguised delight. She had turned full face toward Elaine now. Despite the pain in her cunt, the secretary was impressed by the sight of the naked woman.

Marda's tits were like balloons, crowned with large nipples. The curves of her body narrowed to a surprisingly small waist, then flared out into lushly padded white hips. The downward pointing triangle of cunt fur between the voluptuous thighs was big and lush. A hint of pink pussy lips showed through the black bush.

Elaine massaged her aching cunt bun. She felt ridiculous bent over like this, but she didn't want Hardman snapping her poor pussy again!

But Hardman was not to be put off from his sport. The whip moved again. Elaine shrieked wildly as a six inch rip appeared in her blouse above her left tit.

She jerked upright and stepped back so that the chair hit her in the backs of her legs. Then she looked down at herself, feeling foolish for having screamed so loudly. The hissing lash hadn't touched her!

She stared at Hardman, not understanding. He smiled at her with what looked like genuine warmth. He struck again.

A horizontal tear opened over her other tit. Elaine bit back a panicky cry. What kind of a game was this?

Whatever it was, she didn't like it!

Marda stepped out of her discarded dress. She still wore her high-heeled shoes, which somehow made her look still more naked. She ran a hand over her jutting tits, tasted her drink, and looked at Elaine with lust glowing in her eyes.

The smell of hot, horny cunt filled the room. Marda was getting turned on. Elaine wondered what part the brunette would play in the DA's little game.

There was no time for speculation. She hugged her tits instinctively as the whip whistled towards them. It laid open the side of her blouse, baring a large area of untouched white skin.

A few more expert cuts of the whip and the blouse was hanging in shreds from the secretary's shrinking body. And yet, she had only felt the kiss of the black snake once, on her cunt bun, but that once was more than enough!

Marda's nipples looked as big as thumb-tips on the ends of her tits. The dark areolas seemed to be expanding over the globes of her tits. A shiny line of cunt juice glistened on her thigh.

Elaine's skirt flapped as the whip sang. She glanced down to see a strip of cloth hanging down her thigh. Two more lightning-fast blows of the slender lash and the skirt fell away, leaving the shrinking redhead dressed only in shoes, panties, and lacy white bra.

"Ai!" Pain blazed between Elaine's cunt bun and her hipbone.

"I'm terribly sorry," Hardman said. "I hadn't meant to touch you yet. My aim's a little off. I haven't practiced in a while."

His stroke had nevertheless made a tear in Elaine's yellow panties. The next swing curled the whip around a pert ass cheek, caressing her ass without hurting it. She felt a cool breeze over her ass.

Two more licks of the whip and Marda sang out with glee, "So that's what red pussy fur looks like! It's absolutely stunning!"