Henry Perkins: Secretary enslaved

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.

"You see, my dear," Tara said, smiling broadly, her teeth glinting brightly, "We have to make sure you get your exercise. If you sit at that desk all day without at least stretching your muscles, your pretty little tits will start to sag and that nice ass of yours will begin to spread like a bad case of the plague."

Sharon bit on the tip of her tongue to keep from reminding the large, red-haired witch that she hadn't been wasting time all day. She had been locked helpless to a padded platform on top of a conference table, being fucked in almost every possible way. And, as fares her muscles were concerned, every one of them felt as though it had been beaten and stretched all out of shape.

When they had taken Sharon off the table that afternoon, she had been led to a long room at the back of the mansion, which looked, for all intents and purposes, like a military barracks. Twenty small metal beds lined the side walls of the room. Each was padded by a thin mattress and covered by blankets and sheets.

Sharon hadn't been given any clothing, but at least they had allowed her to rest, and the exhausted secretary had collapsed and slept away the rest of the day. When she had awakened, the rest of the naked secretaries were milling around in the room. One of them told her that they had already eaten.

Then the door at the opposite end to the hall opened, and Tara and a thin brown-haired assistant stepped inside. They had come for Sharon, and they locked a metal collar around her neck, then used a leak to lead her outside.

"Can I get something to eat?" Sharon asked, following along behind the sadistic pair. Each of the lusty women was dressed in black leather, with holes cut out for their tits and cunts.

"Later," Tara said.

"Then can I go to the bathroom?" the young secretary asked. "I really need to pee!"

"You just pissed this afternoon!" Tara hissed.

"Yeah," the other woman said. "She looked just like a silly bitch! I can still hear that golden piss beating into that wastebasket like a drum!"

Sharon groaned in embarrassment. She hadn't needed to be reminded of that. She still shuddered each time she thought about hunkering down, her naked ass and cunt over the trash basket, her piss hissing into it for everyone in the office could see and hear.

"You'll just have to hold it," Tara said as she stopped in front of a heavy, locked door. "There's a device you can piss into inside this room after you're through with your exercises!"

The room into which they stepped was brightly lit, and around it were, scattered a number of devices. Many of the contraptions looked like familiar exercise equipment, but each of them seemed somehow strangely different. The high bar had straps and clamps that could be used to lock legs into place, and the pommel horse had along, thick dildo jutting up in the middle of the saddle.

Chains from the ceiling ended in exercise rings, but there were handcuffs attached to both. There were other devices Sharon didn't get much of a chance to study, but she figured she already knew far more than she wanted to. All of the exercise equipment had been turned into taunting instruments of torture, with bondage devices built onto them so that a terrified victim could be ravaged and fucked.

Tara tugged on the chain attached to the collar and pulled Sharon across the room. The device the captive secretary was being moved toward appeared to be an exercise bicycle that had been altered. Instead of metal feet, it was mounted atop a square steel box, and the seat was bulky and heavy and had a tall upright back built on. The pedals and handlebars were about the only things that seemed normal to the frightened young woman.

"This is your exercise equipment for the day," Tara said wickedly, and pushed Sharon onto the large platform for the device. Sharon groaned when she stepped up, the tension in her abdomen torturing her intensely stretched bladder. She was forced to sit on the seat, which was unnaturally wide and bowed out her legs. With her feet on the pedals, her legs were spread apart to open her cunt and asscrack, and the mouths of her fuckholes nuzzled down tightly onto the surface of the seat.