Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Miss Prim & Proper, or what goes around, comes around
Codes: MF, torture, humiliation, nc, drugs
Outline: Cynthia gets some payback when a rebuffed suitor from her youth
finally takes what already should have been his years ago (and then

starts handing it out to every one...) Suggestor: likes to be unmentioned

   Chapter 13 - The first 'full' day at work

   The next morning Cindy woke up without much problems.  Thanks to the
recuperative powers of the Z-drug, only a few small spots marked the places
where the tit-press and alligator nipple clamps had hurt her yesterday. 
Even the memory of the pain was subdued and Cindy mostly remembered the
total and utter satisfaction she got when the Sanchez brothers had fucked
her.  Looking around she noticed the boys were still sleeping.  Mark was
reading the newspaper while finishing the last of his breakfast.  As she
took her shower in the bathroom, he read something to her through the open
door about a 16 year old teenage slut having managed to escape from her
(and his voice spoke with contempt) "alleged" captors: "She was fourteen
when she disappeared.  The teenager told police she was held against her
will and was beaten, molested and sexually assaulted almost all the time.
She reported trying to escape several times but her captor chased her down
each time and forced her back to the home at gunpoint." And he finished
with: "A neighbour, Jocey Smith, told several local TV stations and news
paper reporters that she saw the girl from time to time outside the house
and never witnessed anything that would raise concern.  She used to see her
come out of the house, back and forth and didn't think she was being held
hostage in the house."

   And he snorted incredulously before he swallowed a last swig of coffee.

   Cindy could only agree that the story sounded unbelievable and that the
teenage bimbo had most likely had done some serious cock-teasing, got
herself knocked up, fled from home, found a couple to take care of her and
finally had come up with a good excuse for her absence of almost two years.
Pondering her own misfortune of the moment, of having to accept without
hesitation any and each male interest in her, she considered the teenager
lucky.  Just when she finished towelling her shoulder length brown hair,
she heard Mark call out to her: "Damn!  Sweety, you look nice with your
tits jiggling...  Come over and take care of this problem you gave me!"

   Cindy groaned inwardly and walked slowly towards Mark, his 'problem'
sticking up from his groin like the dick that it was.  As she had been
trained, she swayed her pert but curved ass from left to right.  With
satisfaction she noticed Marks cock engorge even more with each sway. 
While she loathed any form of sex on an empty stomach, she knew better than
to refuse.  So, she drew from the experiences in the mansion and remembered
that Mark liked blowjobs in the morning.  As she reached him, his massive
cock now stood up straight.  Two inches in diameter and just over nine
inches long, its mushroom shaped head pointed straight at her.  Cindy
dropped on her knees and spread the legs from Mark a bit wider.  His
hairless scrotum now came into view and the balls inside looked loaded. 
Not thinking to much about the degrading act she was about to perform,
Cindy shuffled closer and brushed aside the strands of her hair.  No need
to have that interfere with the disgusting thing she was about to do, she
thought, and open her mouth.  Slowly but surely she let the thick top of
Marks cock slide between her lips.  The soft, yet firm flesh pressed her
mouth wide open.  She tickled the sensitive bottom of the head with her
tongue, while her jaws got used to being stretched to their limit.  The
tangy taste of sweat and precum that she tasted, was something she had
learned to tolerate by now.  But the obedient vulgarity that this act
required made her rage inside.  Here she was, a successful engineering
woman who had kept most men at bay during her life, now on her knees
sucking the cock on her captor...  As the warm piece of meat was pushed
further to the back of her mouth, Cindy pushed down to accommodate the
penetrating rod of flesh.  Too soon her gagreflex kicked in.  But Mark
pushed her head all the way down until her nose touched the muscles that
covered his pubic bone.  Cindy felt her esophagus once more painfully
stretched as the thick cock lodged itself all the way inside her throat.

   From above her head Mark let go of a deep moan.  The retching of her
throat that was trying to expel the fleshy invader.  "Aaah!!  That's a good
girl...  work that throat around my cock!" Not that she had any choice,
because his hand had now grabbed her hair and kept her firmly pushed down.
Mark started to make small humps in the same rhythm as her throat
contracted.  The cock shoved back and forth for not even half of an inch,
but it felt as if someone used sandpaper in there.  Tears of pain jumped
into Cindy's eyes and the retching became worse.  "Ah!  Ah!!  AH!! 
AAAHHHH!!!" Marks moans intensified and at the last he pulled her once more
completely down.  She felt the loads of sperm pulse again and again as it
sped from the base of his cock, all the way through his pisstube until it
erupted from the pisslit straight into her esophagus.

   Cindy only let out a small cough when Mark pushed her head backwards to
remove it from his still hard cock.  Ostentatious relief from her end, when
sex was (temporarily) finished, was not something he or the Spires brothers
appreciated.  Waiting until he finally dismissed her, she kept sitting on
her knees.  The strong taste of his ejaculation lingered in her mouth,
despite that the full load was shot almost straight into her stomach.  Or
maybe she was just imagining it.  With the constant barrage of this
unwanted and disgusting sexual assaults Cindy noticed that it was becoming
more and more difficult to distinguish between reality forced upon her and
her drug-induced dreams.

   "Ok, sweety, go freshen up and then off to work with you.  I am sure the
guys will be anxious to use the capacity of their newest colleague to the
maximum!" Mark spoke to her while he tapped her on the head.  As Cindy made
her exit to perform her final preparations, he looked at her ass and
realized that loosing this bitch might not be a good idea.  Suddenly an
idea popped into his mind.  An idea that needed further research...

   Some half hour later Cindy parked her car in the company garage.  The
trip itself had been without too much problems.  Of course, given her
required attire (no bra, the sleeveless blouse unbuttoned so her tits were
plainly visible, her skirt with the hemline beyond halfway up her thighs
and the high heeled shoes), most guys that actually looked inside the car
had feasted their eyes on the goods at display.  Especially the stops in
front of the traffic lights were bothersome.  As soon as the driver next to
her noticed that he could simply see the complete side her tit through the
sleeveless arm openings in her blouse, his attention was totally directed
at her (or rather her tit...).  Cindy had really felt like a cheap slut,
driving around like this, especially without any means to verbally chastise
the men that ogled her (Mark told her yesterday evening the car was bugged;
so she knew she was being monitored and had to behave at all times).  One
time she actually heard a guy shout at her through the closed windows to
"Wiggle those puppies, honey!  They look they could use some fresh air!".
No need or use to get angry over this...  it would not be the last time
this was going to happen.  But she felt dirty and demeaned nevertheless.

   After closing the car, Cindy automatically tried to straighten out the
skirt and lower the hemline a bit.  Despite her efforts the piece of cloth
still exposed most of her thighs.  Convinced that it was not going to get
any better, she made her way to the elevator.  As she appeared to be one of
the early birds, she made it without any incident to her new workplace.  No
leering gazes in the elevator, no lewd remarks at her appearance...  the
elevator ride to the 12th floor almost felt as part of a normal working
day. One of those that she experienced so often for the better part of her
professional life up to the last five months.  Almost...  because the
instructions and guidelines told to her yesterday (and consequences of not
obeying them...) constantly mulled through her brain.  Performing a final
effort in making her clothes cover as much of her as possible, she left the
elevator and made her way to her new desk.  Thankfully not many people were
in yet, but she could feel the approximate half dozen pair of eyes turn in
her direction instantly as she walked to her desk.  It still stood at just
out of the center of the cubicles and could be plainly seen from all of
them.  It could especially well seen from the main office from Zach
Johnson. Mark told her that Zach and only Zach would be the deciding
element at her keeping or not keeping her job.  If Zach had any doubt about
her total and complete dedication to her new job as sexetary, he could fire
her on the spot.  'Sexetary'...  the word burned itself into her mind as
she read the large nameplate on her desk.  The first line read "Function:
SEXetary" with the first three characters of the function having been
written in capitals, The second line, in much smaller print, read "Name:
Cindy".  Not even her family name was written on the plate.  Humiliated by
the knowledge that even her simplified version of her name was now less
important than her function, Cindy ignored the couple of wolf whistles and
shouts that came her way as she completed her walk and sat down on the
chair.  Besides a appointment booklet/calendar, a pencil and a 12" ruler,
nothing was present.  But then again, what more could she possible need? 
Her main function was being present and provide each and all services
requested by the staff.  As Cindy flipped through the calendar she noticed
that at the last hour of each day she was booked for the main board room.
She did not get much chance to think through why that would be, because her
work was about to start.  "Hey Miss Sexetary!  How about some coffee and a
blowjob?" From a cubicle halfway down the hall the strong masculine, but
unknown, voice from one of the new programmers called out to her.  Getting
up she immediately made her way to the coffee machine.  With great effort
she refrained from trying to pull down her skirt as she felt that it had
risen during the brief moments that she sat on the chair.  Without being
totally sure, she did not want to run the risk of giving Zach an excuse to
kick her out on the spot.  Having to explain that to Mark and endure the
subsequent torment would be too big a price to pay!  "Make the coffee black
and strong!" the voice added, "That way you know what to expect about the
blowjob as well!" and a laugh followed that last remark.  Two minutes later
Cindy was handing over the cup of coffee to the owner of the voice.  The
nameplate on his cubicle had read "Peter White - Lead Programmer", but it
belied the occupant in most ways.  The black man was about six foot ten and
build like a football player.  In no way he resembled the average computer
programmer Cindy remembered from before she started her adventure in
acquiring that imaginary BSDM-5000.  "Thanks, and that are some mighty fine
titties you got hanging there." Cindy now realized that by bending over the
desk to present the coffee, she has also present a view on most of her
bra-less tits.  A flash of anger shot up and once more she detested males
in general (and right now this one in particular) for abusing every bloody
opportunity to ogle a woman's body.  Only with great effort she held down
the scathing remark she wanted to yell at him that instant.  Instead she
kept her bend over position to let the man further enjoy the view.  She saw
his eyes flick back and forth between to top of her loose hanging tits and
despite the humiliation she felt, she also felt her nipples stiffen
involuntarily.  Just as she wanted to ask him if she should open up her
blouse a bit more, Peter pushed back his chair and rotated it so he now
faced sideways.  "Ok, SEXetary, this is what is going to happen..." Cindy
could actually hear him speak the first syllable in capitals and looked
with a mixture of disgust, fear and anticipation at the guy as he started
to speak to her: "My wife was in a hurry this morning, so she could only
ride herself to an orgasm on my cock before she had to leave..." And he
continued: "...leaving me with a boner that hasn't gone down yet.  That
will be your job now.  So, get down on your knees and start sucking!"
Ten seconds later Cindy was position between his legs, has unbuckled his
belt, opened up his zipper and freed the stiff eleven inch of uncut black

cockmeat from his underpants.  "Oh yeah, you might taste some of my wife
juices, because I did not have the time to clean my cock before having to
rush of to work...  you know how it is these days...  work, work, work...
busy, busy, busy...." And while Cindy looked up in disgust, Peter smiled
down at her.  "Now suck it, slut!  Or I'll have you marched out of here
before you even could get started!" Cindy touched the sticky black pole
with apprehension and pulled back the long foreskin.  Eyeing the thick
purple knob that revealed itself, she knew she had no choice.  Peter
lowered himself a bit in his chair and the top of his cock inched closer to
Cindy's lips.  Sliding her hands down to his scrotum to keep the foreskin
pulled down, Cindy circled her tongue around the spongy tip before she
opened her mouth wide and bore down on the thick, slippery and smelly black
cock.  "Aaah...." A moan of satisfaction sounded above her head as Peter
delighted in the sensations that her tight lips and, by now reasonably,
experienced tongue provided.  His hips started to make little involuntary
movement to push his cock deeper and deeper in her throat.  And for the
second time within 2 hours Cindy felt her gagreflex kick in.  With her
throat and esophagus still sore from the treatment earlier that morning,
this time she moaned in pain.  Unfortunately for her Peter interpreted that
moan as one of pleasure and in the typical male response he stuffed his
cock even more inside by pushing her head down with both his hands.  The
sensations of her already sensitive throat being roughly stretched again,
and this time even further, made Cindy's eyes water with tears of pain. 
But she knew that she had to accept and endure this.  Down on her knees,
she accepted the wild pushing and shoving that Peter was giving her.  She
even managed to massage this massive balls as he violated her throat with
thrust upon thrust.  Suddenly, during a very violent retching of her
throat, she felt his cock stiffen and the giant balls started to contract.
Three, four.  five times she felt the sperm of the black guy surge from his
scrotum through his cock into her convulsing throat.  The squirts of seed
almost felt comforting after the earlier mistreatment.  Once Peter had
finished pumping out his load, he unceremoniously pulled her head of his
cock.  Cindy suddenly felt sick by the strong tasting mixture of Peter's
sperm, his wife's juices and the bile her own stomach managed to get into
her mouth as she retched while sucking the black cock.  "Now get back to
your desk, SEXetary..." Again Cindy could hear that insulting
capitalization of the first part from her new title.  "Yes, Mr.  White" she
acknowledged obediently and swallowed down the last fluids in her mouth
and, to her dismay, the last feeling of dignity as well.  As she stood up,
she noticed that her right tit had managed to work itself away from the
part of the blouse that was suppose to cover it.  With the firm tit and its
stiffened nipple in plain sight of Peter, she waited a second if he would
tell her to fix that.  But the smile that appeared on his face, spoke for
itself and Cindy walked back to her desk with her right tit bouncing up and
down on the rhythm of her steps.  The hemline of her short skirt had now
rising far higher due to the adventure on her knees between Peter's legs
and the bottom part of her ass was exposed during the walk to her desk. 
She did not know whether the wolf calls being made from other cubicles were
for her visible tit or asscheeks, but the humiliation was not any
different. Luckily nobody called her to his cubicle or desk and she managed
to sit down on the cool leatherclad chair behind her desk.  Shocked and
disgusted she read the note that had been placed on her desk while she had
been pleasuring Mr.  White.  It read: "

   t.b.c.