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Going Away Party
By Parker (address withheld)
***
A female boss fires a female secretary because the
women isn't the type of person who reflects well on the
business only to find that crossing the woman was a big
mistake. (FF, nc, forced-orgams, bd)
***
Author Note: This story contains a fair bit of non-
consensual sex as well as kidnapping and other
unpleasant stuff. If you don't want to be exposed to
this sort of material (and who could blame you?), I
advise you to stop reading now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
***
Things were hazy; dream-like; a blur.
She had been attending a "going away" party for one of
the secretaries at the firm, Suzie Myers. Monique, a
junior partner at the law firm of Parker & Co, would
not normally have gone to such a party; the firm
encouraged its lawyers to maintain a discreet distance
from the staff. And Monique, the youngest partner in
the history of the firm (at 28), was not about to do
anything to jeopardize her position or her career. But
this case was a little different, as it had been
Monique's complaining that had gotten Suzie fired in
the first place.
It was not that the secretary did a bad job; rather,
Monique objected to the girl's appearance. Suzie was a
bit of a 'punker', and Monique had complained to the
other partners about her clothing and spiked hair.
Suzie had been "let go", and was now leaving the city.
And so Monique, feeling a little guilty, had accepted
when Suzie had asked her to attend the party. Of
course, Monique made certain that none of the other
lawyers knew that she was going. That might raise
eyebrows, and there was no way Monique was going to do
anything to jeopardize her career.
Monique hated to be late for anything. That was why she
was wearing her business clothing - long, grey skirt,
white shirt, grey jacket and conservative two-inch
heels - when she arrived at the bar; she had come
directly from work, and really only planned to stay for
a few minutes.
She had been surprised to find that Suzie was by
herself at a booth in the bar, but the girl explained
that the other secretaries had phoned and would be a
few minutes late. Suzie suggested that they have a
drink and Monique agreed, happy to find any activity to
fill the time until the others arrived. Monique didn't
really known Suzie all that well, and the fact that she
had been directly responsible for the girl losing her
job made her feel a little uncomfortable. Not that
there was any way Suzie could have found out that
Monique was responsible.
But still...
The drink had tasted a bit strange - somewhat bitter.
But Monique ignored that, putting it down to her
discomfort at the situation, and said nothing. But when
she began to feel seriously dizzy a few moments later,
however, she was forced to tell Suzie that she was
feeling sick. The girl had been extremely concerned,
and had insisted upon calling a taxi.
"Don't worry," the young secretary had said. "I'll take
you home."
Monique had tried to tell her that that wasn't
necessary, and that she could get home on her own, but
a wave of dizziness overtook her, and her tongue felt
strangely thick and unresponsive. The words came out as
an inarticulate mumble.
Suzie just smiled and put her hand on the other woman's
shoulder. "I'll take care of everything," she had said.
By the time the taxi arrived, Monique had been only
barely conscious. She remembered being shoved into the
back seat of a car - presumably a taxi - but she had no
idea where she had been taken.
All she knew was that she hadn't been taken home.
She had been pulled out of the taxi at what appeared to
be some sort of club. There were lots of bright lights
and music and people moving around in what appeared to
be a large smoky room. Monique blinked rapidly, and
tried to focus on what was happening around her, but
events moved too quickly to register properly on her
fogged senses. She just felt herself dragged through
the crowd and into a different room. The music and
talking dropped to a dull roar as a door was shut
behind her.
Things were hazy...
Monique tried to say something, to protest, but she was
still unable to speak. All she could to do was look
around in confusion as a number of figures surrounded
and approached her. Women, she thought, but dressed in
what appeared to be rather bizarre costumes. She
squinted, trying to make out what was going on, but it
was difficult to see what was happening, as the
lighting in the room was extremely dim.
Was this some sort of dream?
Dream or not, the figures felt real enough. Hands
pulled at her clothes, first slipping off the jacket
and then unbuttoning her blouse. For some reason, the
fact that they seemed to be taking care not to ruin the
clothing comforted Monique. There was no brutality; no
threat. She was just being gently undressed. Almost
before she knew it, she was standing naked in the midst
of the bizarre figures. Monique blushed, embarrassed,
and tried vainly to cover herself with her hands.
The figures took her arms led her to what appeared to
be some sort of examination table. The young lawyer
tried to pull away, frightened, but her captors handled
her easily, turning her around and forcing her to lie
down backwards over the table. Monique was now on her
back, looking upwards into a light, unable to make out
anything more than vague silhouettes above her. The
dream-like quality of the scene intensified as her
perceptions retreated even further into what she was
now certain was a drug- induced haze.
She felt something cool on her arms. Confused, she
turned her head to see two thick bands of what looked
like rubber cuffs being fastened to her wrists. The
cuffs had two shiny metal D-rings attached on each
side. Monique started to mumble a protest, but was
immediately distracted by the feel of something being
done with her legs.
She turned her attention downward to see a pair of
white transparent rubber stockings being pulled up her
legs. 'That's not right,' she wanted to say. 'I don't
wear things like that', but all she could manage was a
quiet moan. It still felt as though her mouth were
frozen. Monique tried to bring down her hands to remove
the stockings, but found, to her surprise, that her
wrists had been fastened to the top of the table, above
her head. She wriggled, trying to pull her hands free,
but the cuffs on her wrists held firm.
Once again, she tried to say something, to protest.
This time she was cut off by another person's mouth on
her own. She gasped in surprise at the feel of the
other person's lips covering her open mouth; the other
person's tongue boldly exploring... Her eyes slowly
focused on the face in front of her... It was a woman.
SHE WAS BEING KISSED BY A WOMAN!! Monique moaned and
tried to turn away, but the woman simply grabbed her
head and held her head steady.
Monique moaned and tried to twist away as she felt a
hand - she assumed it was the woman's - sliding along
her exposed breast... teasing and rubbing her nipples.
Against her will, the young lawyer felt her body
responding. She was now thoroughly frightened, and the
idea of kissing another woman made her want to throw
up, but still... but still her body responded; nipples
grew hard... The captive felt herself begin to pant and
even started to kiss back.
What was happening to her?
The woman's face filled Monique's view, but she could
still feel what was happening to her lower body. She
felt her feet being forced into some kind of extremely
high-heeled shoe. Even lying on her back, the angle her
feet were being forced to assume was uncomfortable, if
not actually painful. She twisted her ankles, trying to
dislodge the shoes, but they wouldn't come off. They
seemed to be attached to the thick rubber cuffs that
were tightened around her ankles. After the shoes were
fastened on, her feet were pulled upwards and apart and
tied in that position.
And still, Monique was helpless to do anything other
than return the passionate kisses of her insistent
partner. To her horror, Monique felt her pussy
beginning to moisten as the warmth from the kisses and
fondling slowly but surely worked its way downward. Her
whole body was now awash with blurred and unfamiliar
sensations... the stockings; the rubber cuffs; the
kissing... She might have felt her back being lifted
briefly from the table and a thick rubber material
slipped under, but she wasn't sure. She did, however,
feel the material wrapped around her tummy and slowly
pulled tighter and tighter. Just when she thought she
would no longer be able to breath, the tightening
stopped, and she felt a set of lacings begin done up
along one side. The rubber material - a corset? -
covered her abdomen up to just below her breasts.
Despite the discomfort of her position, Monique felt
herself approaching orgasm. She couldn't help it. The
feel of the other woman's tongue and lips through the
haze; the feel of those gentle hands - there was now
clearly more than one person fondling Monique's small,
firm breasts - was driving her wild. She felt the
pleasure rising higher...
and higher...
and...
The hands and mouth suddenly pulled away, and Monique
was left panting, eyes closed and mouth open, just on
the verge of coming, but not quite there.
Not quite there...
Not quite...
Frustrated, she opened her eyes to see what had
happened. Her earlier confusion had begun to lessen,
and her perceptions were beginning to sharpen. What
was...
A hand grabbed her mouth and stuffed something inside.
It was soft rubber, and felt like... like a penis? Not
large, but it did fill her mouth. Arousal forgotten,
Monique moaned in protest, and tried to push the
intruder away with her tongue, but it was fastened on
with some sort of a strap which ran behind her neck.
Monique was forced to suck at the rubber phallus in
order to prevent herself from gagging.
That discomfort, however, was quickly forgotten when
she felt something - a finger - sliding slowly into her
anal passage. Monique squealed loudly and looked down.
She just caught a glimpse of her lower body - stocking-
encased legs held upwards and apart in a set of metal
stirrups, and a shadowy figure kneeling between her
legs - before a pair of hand pulled her head down and
slipped a blindfold over her eyes.
The enforced blindness only intensified the feeling
between her legs. Monique felt the finger in her ass
sliding in and out, liberally smearing some kind of
cold, lubricating substance. The finger was withdrawn
just as a tongue started sliding along an exposed
nipple. Monique, still partially aroused, gasped and
involuntarily hunched her back upwards towards the
tongue, nipples hardening, as first one mouth - and
then another - began sucking at her breasts.
At the same time, she felt a long, thin nozzle being
slid up her ass. Monique squealed and tried to clench
her anal muscles, but the earlier lubrication made it
impossible for her to prevent the intrusion. A moment
later, she began to feel a warm rush of liquid gushing
into her. This lasted for about thirty seconds, after
which the nozzle was quickly pulled out and something
else - something thicker and harder - inserted in her
ass and left there. She tried to expel the liquid, but
found that she couldn't.
Monique groaned and writhed on the table, her fogged
mind overwhelmed by contradictory sensations. Her belly
felt bloated and cramped, but the feel of the mouth
sucking at her breasts overcame the pain and
discomfort. Then she felt something at the mouth of her
pussy... something long and hard... cold... a dildo?
Slowly the object was slid into her wet pussy. Monique
moaned, and couldn't stop herself from trying to lift
her lower body upwards onto the rubber cock. At the
same time, she felt hands pulling at her head and hair,
but she ignored them. All that mattered to her were the
sensations in her breasts and pussy.
This continued for what seemed like hours, but was
probably only a few minutes. Monique whimpered in
frustration; every time she was just about to come, the
dildo was removed and the mouths pulled away from her
nipples. Whenever that happened, the pain from her
bloated belly would overcome her, driving away the
arousal. And then, inevitably, the mouths and dildo
would return, and she would quickly be brought back up
to the brink of orgasm.
Only to be held back...
Again...
And again...
Once again, she was brought up just short of achieving
orgasm.
Things seemed to move quickly all of a sudden. A panel
was slid up at the lower end of the table, leaving her
plugged ass hanging loose over the edge. The but plug
was pulled roughly from her ass, and the lukewarm water
gushed out. Monique tried to hold it in, not wanting to
void herself in public, but her anal muscles were
almost numb. Frustrated and humiliated, Monique began
to cry.
She heard someone laugh.
Just as the last bit of water dribbled out, she felt
something very cold on her nose and then up her
nostril. The front of her face went suddenly numb.
Before she could really focus on this new sensation,
she heard a clipping sound, and felt something pulling
at her nose. It wasn't painful, but it definitely felt
strange. She almost thought that she felt something
lying on her upper lip. Sort of like...
Her confused thoughts were interrupted by another
flurry of activity around her. The lower panel was
extended, once again supporting her ass, but the
support under her head suddenly disappeared, and she
felt her head being pulled downwards over the side of
the table. The strap was undone from behind her neck,
and the rubber phallus was pulled from her mouth,
leaving a long trail of drool to fall down on her face.
"P-please..."
Mouth suddenly free, she begged them - whoever they
were - to stop. The drugs she had been given earlier
had worn off a bit, because she was now able to speak.
Those words were ignored, however, as rough hands
grabbed her head and slipped on some kind of helmet. It
seemed to consist of a number of leather straps which
covered her head. A single strap went down over her
face along the bridge of her nose and then spread out
to surround a kind of metal ring, shaped in a circle,
was centred over her mouth. A strap and buckle under
her chin held the harness, and ring, in place. This was
followed by a thick leather collar with four D-rings
which was buckled in around her neck.
"N... no... don't... what are..."
Her protests were cut off by a shape which moved into
her upside down line of sight and pressed against her
mouth. She couldn't see properly, but her sense of
smell told her what it was: a woman's pussy! She moaned
and tried to turn her head, but it was held firm
between the other woman's thighs.
"Come on little puss," a voice whispered to her. "Give
a lick."
That voice? It sounded...
"Come on, little puss..."
Monique groaned a humiliated 'no', but the woman
continued to press her crotch down against the young
lawyer's face until she could no longer breath.
Finally, Monique opened her mouth and tentatively stuck
out her tongue. The taste made her sick to her stomach,
but the pressure immediately eased up a bit, and she
was able to breath again. Tearfully, Monique began to
lick as best she could. It was better than
suffocating...
As she began to suck and lick the woman's pussy, the
captive lawyer felt hands touching and manipulating her
breasts and pussy. She still had not been allowed to
orgasm, so her sensitive nipples immediately went hard
again. Suddenly, she felt the same cold feeling that
she had felt earlier on her nose, and her nipples went
numb. Then she felt the pulling sensation, but couldn't
tell what was happening. Her attention was fully taken
by the now sopping pussy at her face.
It was all she could do to keep from choking with
revulsion at the taste and smell of the other woman's
pussy juice. As if at a distance, she felt the cold
sensation a third time, this time at her pussy. Just as
she felt the odd pulling sensation, the woman whose
pussy she was sucking came, and flood of pussy juice
covered her face and ran into her mouth. She swallowed
the repulsive liquid, desperately trying not to vomit.
Finally, the woman pulled away, and Monique was left
gasping and panting for breath, face shining with pussy
juice. She lay like that for a few moment before the
panel supporting her head was replaced. Blinking away
the pussy juice that had gotten in her eyes, she looked
downward and saw...
SUZIE!
The lights had been turned up a bit, and she could see
better. It was the young secretary from work. She
seemed to be dressed in a weird leather outfit, but
Monique's eyes were immediately drawn to the
arrangement at her crotch. Suzie was wearing some sort
of harness which supported a long, black rubber dildo,
the other end of which disappeared into Suzie's pussy.
The girl approached slowly approached between Monique's
widespread legs.
"S-Suzie," Monique groaned, trying to ignore the taste
of pussy juice in her mouth. "Wh... what..."
The secretary said nothing. She just leaned forward and
inserted the long dildo into her ex-boss's sopping
pussy. There was no resistance. Monique groaned, but
was unable to suppress the spasm of lust which
fluttered through her lower tummy.
"What... what are you..."
Suzie grinned and pumped her hips back and forth.
"S-stop it..." Monique groaned and writhed on the table
as the girl fucked her. "No... don't..."
Suzie smirked. "Don't what?" she asked, speaking for
the first time.
"Don't... don't..." Monique couldn't help herself.
Tears of humiliation ran down her face, but she had to
come. She absolutely had to! "Don't..." Oh god. Could
she say it? She had to: "Don't s-stop," she whimpered.
"Don't stop."
Suzie's grin widened, and a number of people around the
room began to laugh. "Does the youngest partner at
Parker and Company wanted to be fucked by a secretary?"
"Ohhh.... no... y-yes," Monique groaned. "Oh yes." She
began to buck her hips off the table in time with the
younger girl's thrusts, desperately fucking back at
her. She was so close...
"You want to come, you little lawyer-slut?"
"Yessss......" Monique was now beyond humiliation.
Beyond caring. Her entire world centred on that
wonderful thing between her legs. Frantically now, her
sleek body covered with a sheen of sweat, she bucked
and writhed on the table, groaning and whimpering.
Just about there...
Just about there...
JUST... ABOUT... JUST...
Suzie pulled out.
"Nooooooooo..." Monique thrashed about on the table,
overcome with frustrated lust, but it was no use. The
dildo was gone; she couldn't close her legs or reach
down with her hands to finish the job. There was
nothing she could do. Eventually, she stopped writhing
and just lay there, panting and sobbing as her arousal
slowly receded.
After a few minutes, she blindfold was replaced and the
world went dark. Once again, she felt hands running
over her body: something that felt like a bra, only
tighter, was placed on her breasts and the straps
hooked over her shoulders; she felt something cold on
her upper lip and chin and a strange tugging on her
nose and then... breasts. The numbness was beginning to
wear off, and she began to feel an ominous ache in the
places which had previously been frozen.
While this was being done, she felt a hand at her
pussy, teasing her clit. She quickly became aroused
again and was soon moaning and writhing on the table.
Again, however, the teasing stopped short of allowing
her to orgasm. When she finally stopped panting, she
realized that her wrists and ankles were no longer tied
down, and she was being helped up to her feet.
The hands pulled her off the end of the table and
steadied her as she tottered on the ridiculously high
heels. Her feet felt almost perpendicular to the floor,
and she found herself barely able to stand, much less
walk. Her wrists were quickly and efficiently locked
together behind her back and she was forced to walk,
with small, careful steps, about ten feet across the
room.
The blindfold was suddenly pulled from her face.
Blinking, she looked... straight ahead at a full length
mirror.
At herself!
The woman in the mirror...
She was more or less the same size as Monique, with
more or less the same features... but that was where
the resemblance ended. Where Monique had been an
attractive, but conservative, young lady, this woman
looked like something out of some kind of bizarre porno
movie. This woman's long, slender legs were sheathed in
white, rubber stocking, which ran upwards from a set of
bright red, absurdly high-heeled "slut" shoes to her
upper thighs. The stockings were attached by a red
elastic material to an extremely tight, rubber corset.
The corset itself, which ran from just above the
woman's abdomen up the just below her breasts, was
laced tightly up the front.
The woman's waist couldn't have been more than eighteen
inches in the corset. The woman was wearing a tight,
rubber push-up bra, which made the most of her small,
firm breasts. Those breasts were further pulled upwards
by a slender chain which ran from two small rings in
her nipples - RINGS IN HER NIPPLES! - to a larger ring
which hung down from her nose. The chain was just tight
enough to pull slightly on the nipples, and this caused
the woman in the mirror to keep her head facing
submissively downward.
The woman's head... well, the hair was different. Where
Monique had sported blonde, shoulder length hair, this
woman had an ultra-short, spiky haircut, which was
barely visible underneath the leather harness which
covered her face and supported a metal O-ring over her
quivering lips. The single leather strap which ran down
her nose gave her wide, blue eyes a cross-eyed
expression. Monique just stood there, balanced
precariously on the high heels, staring at her image in
the mirror.
What had happened!
In the mirror, she saw Suzie Myers, now dressed
normally, come up behind her. Monique moaned and leaned
backwards as Suzie reached around and began teasing her
nipples.
"What do you think of my appearance now?" the girl
asked, sliding her fingers down the front of the corset
to the captive's crotch. "Not quite so wild, hmmm?"
Monique, still in shock at her new appearance, was
unable to answer. Suzie's hand reached her pussy and...
and pulled. Startled, Monique looked down to see
Suzie's fingers playing with two golden rings which
hung from either side of her newly pierced pussy. The
horror of the situation suddenly overcame her, and she
began to cry in earnest. How could she ever go back to
work - face her colleagues - with all of these
horrible... things attached to her? Suzie laughed and
slipped a brutal finger into her ex-boss's pussy.
Despite everything that had happened to her, Monique
began to become aroused again...
"Don't cry, little puss," Suzie told her. "Your career
as a lawyer is over, but you have a new career now."
Monique moaned and squirmed as Suzie reached another
hand around and began playing with a pierced nipple.
"My friends here at the 'club' were looking for a new
toy," Suzie continued, "and I thought you'd be perfect.
You see, they like to play these little games - you
know, dress up and such - but it's really no fun to
play with someone who likes it... too much." Tears
streaming down her face, Monique tried to say
something, but she just couldn't stop panting...
If only she could come.
She was getting close again...
Suzie stopped playing with her just as another woman
walked into Monique's field of vision. It was... the
woman looked almost exactly like... like Monique! She
was even wearing Monique's clothing. The captive lawyer
stared, eyes wide behind the leather harness.
"Oh," Suzie laughed. "You haven't been introduced yet.
This is Sandra. She's going to be winding up your
affairs for you."
The woman named Sandra smiled nastily and nodded her
head. "Don't thank me," she smirked. "It only seems
fair. "After all, you're going to be pretty busy around
here."
Monique started to say something, but the words only
came out as a gasp as Suzie tugged at the chain which
connected her nipple ring to her nose ring. The woman
named Sandra laughed and walked away.
Suzie's tongue slipped out and licked at Monique's ear
as she continued talking. "My friends here like to play
a particular little game. They like to see how long
they can keep little girls like you aroused without
actually coming. They have all sorts of special toys
that'll keep you on the edge without letting you come.
All sorts of toys. You see," she explained, once again
running her hands over Monique's breasts, "they're
experts at it. The record is almost six months. But I
think they'll break that record with you."
Monique jerked forward in Suzie's grip. "S-six... m..."
Suzie laughed. "Oh yes," she chuckled. "As I said, this
is your new career. A lifetime career. They'll keep you
here for at least a few years - they have some very
nice kennels in the back for slave bitches like you."
Suzie stopped laughing and leaned in, whispering
intently in the captive's ear.
"And all the time you're here, they'll keep you bound,
gagged and costumed. You'll never be free: you'll eat
what they give you, when and how they give it to you;
sleep when they let you; shit and piss only when they
let you - if you ask nicely enough; you'll never be
free, and they'll never, never let you come. The fun
part is that you'll constantly be forced to give them
sexual pleasure... just like any other sex toy -
fucking, sucking and everything else they can think of.
But you'll never come."
Suzie pulled her face away from Monique's ear and began
molesting her pussy again. Monique tried to say
something - anything to change things - but all she
could do was moan and squirm in the girl's grip.
She had to come!
"And after they're finished with you here," Suzie
continued, "one of the members will 'inherit' you. I
understand that Sandra - you've met her - has nice,
quiet estate in Mexico where she breeds women for black
market babies."
Then, without warning, she pushed her captive forward.
Unable to balance on the high heels, Monique fell
painfully to her knees. Suzie reached down and inserted
a large, two headed dildo into the captive's mouth. It
fit in through the O-ring and was clipped in place.
Once fastened, Monique was forced to suck on the rubber
phallus while the other end stuck out a good six inches
from her face.
Another woman, someone Monique didn't recognize, moved
forward and grabbed a hold of the face dildo. The woman
guided the head of the dildo into her pussy, grabbed
Monique's face, and pulled. Monique felt a sudden stab
of pain as her breasts were jerked upwards by the chain
attached to her nipple rings, but was unable to lower
her head. Her vision was quickly obscured by the
woman's thick, pungent pussy hair, as she found herself
forced to fuck the woman with her face.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." It was Suzie, whispering
in her ear. "Enjoy your new life here. It's not quite
the same as being a high-priced lawyer, but I'm sure
you'll get to like it. After a while."
Monique tried to say something - anything to convince
Suzie that this was a mistake; that she was sorry for
getting her fired - but all she could do was gurgle and
moan; and jerk her dildo - face back and forward in
time with the woman's urgent thrusts.
From behind, she felt fingers on her pussy, playing and
teasing her clit. Again, she felt a wave of humiliated
arousal surge through her body, but she knew, as her
tears ran down her face and mingled with the juices of
the woman whose pussy she was fucking, that she would
never, never be allowed to come.
And so, Monique began her new career.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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