Henry Perkins - Secretary enslaved

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.