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Training Day
by Northern Wolf (address withheld)
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A bitchy boss shows up for training only to realize
it's her attitude that must be improved. (MMF, nc, rp,
v, bd)
***
As the elevator rose to the thirtieth floor, Beth
watched as the city descended outside of the glass
windows. She felt foolish. After all, she was a
professional, and didn't have to rely on the way she
looked to impress her clients. She had argued with her
husband that her skirt was to short and her heels to
high. After all she was going to a training session,
not a dance.
He had insisted that looking good was important to her
professional image and she had given in. Now she had to
admit she felt better when she looked sexy. Her
confidence rose as she stepped off the elevator. This
was a wonderful hotel both elegant and sophisticated
like herself. The tailored suit fit her perfectly
giving just the right message - she was a sexy woman,
but not one to be fooled with.
As she entered the suite, the three senior executives
from her client rose to greet her. The two men, Don and
Phil, were well dressed in blue suits. The woman,
Wendy, was about her own age but much taller and
heavier in size. She wore a business suit similar to
Beth's. The session had been Wendy's idea and Beth had
been surprised to be included. Wendy had assured her
that the time was billable and that the session would
be valuable in developing her relationship with the
other senior managers.
Since Beth was usually at odds with all of them over
policy issues, she saw the sense of attending. Her role
as corporate conscience often brought her in conflict
with these managers, each of whom was paid based on
performance. Lately, the animosity between them had
been particularly high. Beth had been told that the
training was to involve "conflict resolution
techniques" and "compromise training".
"Welcome Beth," said Wendy. "Please have a glass of
wine and take a seat. As you know this evening session
is to a large extent necessary because of your
difficulty in becoming part of our team. I think we
should start by discussing past areas of conflict."
Beth was immediately cautious. She had not thought that
the attack on her would be so open and obvious. "I
thought that the idea of today was to move forward, not
to assess blame."
"You are right," responded Wendy looking away.
"Although there is no question that you have made our
positions more difficult over the past few weeks,
perhaps we should be constructive. The session leader
will arrive in a moment. Before that there is a small
exercise we are to undertake to develop an atmosphere
of co-operation. Beth, please sit between Don and Phil
at the table. I'll sit across from you. Join hands and
close your eyes."
Beth held each of Don and Phil's hands and closed her
eyes. The men's grip was quite firm and she thought
they were overdoing it a bit but held on anyway. Wendy
instructed them to rotate their necks loosening the
muscles and to stretch their jaws. Beth co-operated but
when she opened her mouth to stretch the grip on her
arms tightened and a leather bit was suddenly pushed
between her teeth and tied behind her head. Startled
she struggled to rise but was held in place by the men
who pulled her arms behind the tall back of the chair
and held them while they fastened handcuffs around her
wrists.
"Training time," Wendy laughed, leaving her chair and
walking to Beth's side of the table. "Nice suit. It'll
be a pity to tear it, however..." Wendy tore the front
of Beth's jacket open exposing the black bra
underneath. She pushed the cups of the bra beneath
Beth's nipples leaving it in place to push up her
breasts. Before Beth could react Wendy pinched the end
of her nipple with her fingertips, pulled it outward
and drove a piercing needle through the nipple from the
side.
As Beth screamed into the gag Wendy repeated the
piercing on the second nipple. To each needle she
attached a ring pulling them in place and removing the
needles. A small dab of rubbing alcohol and the small
amount of bleeding stopped. To the nipple rings Wendy
attached a gold chain leash.
Releasing her hands from the chair and re-cuffing them
behind Beth's back she gave a short jerk to the chain
forcing Beth to her feet. Leading her around the room
by her breasts she stopped in the middle. A rope was
strung from Beth's wrists across the room and tied to
the wall. The nipple chain was stretched forward
distending her breasts and fastened to the opposite
wall.
"You can't struggle" Wendy said undoing Beth's skirt
and lowering it with her panties to the floor. "Look at
this, garter belt and stockings. Open your legs you
fucking tart and keep them there, or I'll tighten the
chain on your tits."
Beth complied, spreading her legs as the men fastened
her ankles to rings in the floor and was thanked by a
slap on the pussy from Wendy. "I guess you've figured
out who gets trained by now. You have been such a bitch
the past year we decided to teach you a lesson. Boys,
your turn."
Don and Phil moved beside Beth. Don ran his fingers
through Beth's pussy gathering the moisture as he
probed inside her. "Wet, but not wet enough." he said
taking a jar of lubricant and covering his fingers.
Moving his hands over Beth's crotch he slid one then
two fingers into her ass forcing her to jump. He moved
Aside for Phil who held a butt plug with a luxuriant
fox's tail attached to the end. He forced the plug into
Beth's ass until the thick part was inside her and her
ring closed around the narrower shaft. The plug stayed.
"Now she looks like the foxy bitch she really is."
"Bring the bar over." ordered Wendy. The men placed
small stands in front and behind Beth. Between the
stands they attached a thin metal bar with its edge
pointed upward. Several twists on the stands winding
gears and the bar rose snug against Beth's pussy. Wendy
reached between Beth's legs and spread her pussy lips
so that one hung down each side and past the bottom of
the metal bar. The men gave a final wind and Beth found
most of her weight supported by the inside of her cunt.
"This is my favorite part," said Wendy clipping Beth's
cunt lips together with a tight metal clamp, sealing
them around the bar. From the clamp she hung a metal
ring to which she attached a round metal weight. Beth's
lips sagged with the weight. Wendy added an additional
weight to the first. With a look of satisfaction she
swung the weights in a circle. "I wonder if I can
stretch the bitch's cunt all the way to the floor.
Perhaps later."
Leaving Beth totally unable to move and in a dazing
mixture of sexual arousal and pain, Wendy removed her
clothes and bent over the chair facing Beth. "Now boys
fuck me good while she watches. I want her cunt turned
on so that it will stretch on its own."
The men didn't hesitate, Phil stepped behind Wendy and
in one motion pounded his swollen cock into her pussy
and began to pound against her his balls slapping
against her ass. Wendy screamed for him to fuck her
deeper and pushed her ass into the air. Despite her
pain and anger Beth was aroused by the animal action in
front of her. She felt her abused pussy moisten.
Suddenly Phil erupted into Wendy's cunt and pulled away
leaving her bent over the chair.
Don quickly took his place sliding his cock into her
seeping cunt and suddenly pulling it out. "That's just
for lubrication," he said, lunging into Wendy's ass to
the hilt. Wendy began to buck against him screaming
obscenities as she began to orgasm. Suddenly they came
together and lay quietly with Don still inside her.
Beth couldn't believe it but she was actually turned on
by the scene.
Wendy lifted herself from over the chair. Running her
hand over her ass and pussy she wiped the men's cum
down the front of Beth's face. "Lick." she ordered,
leaning on the cord attached to Beth's breasts. Beth's
tongue licked Wendy's hand clean. "That's better. Now,
how is that stretched pussy coming. I think another
weight is in order." She hung a large weight from the
chain attached to Beth's pussy lips. The excitement of
watching the men fuck Wendy had loosened Beth's lips
and the weight pulled them down several inches below
the bar.
"Phil, take out the bitch's tail and coat it with the
pink lotion. Let's see if we can get some movement out
of her." Wendy ordered.
The plug made a popping sound as Phil pulled it roughly
from Beth's ass. Smearing the lotion over it he handed
it to Wendy. She held it to Beth's lips and the heat of
the lotion forced her head back. "Heats up nicely on
contact, doesn't it? Wait until you see how it feels in
your ass." she laughed, forcing the tip of the plug
into Beth's rear.
The heat was instant forcing Beth to writhe on the bar
like a bucking horse. Her motion set the weights
swinging, punishing her pussy lips and distending them
further. She couldn't stay still. Wendy slid the metal
bar out from inside Beth's cunt lips and let the weight
pull them towards the floor. "At least an eight inch
stretch. Not bad for the first time."
Wendy released the clip on Beth's pussy but her lips
stayed distended and swollen. Wendy forced a closed
fist between them and drove her hand into Beth's cunt.
Beth felt herself open to let the hand enter and close
against Wendy's wrist. She shuddered in near orgasm as
Wendy pulled her hand free. "Pull these apart for me."
she ordered Phil and Don who each drew a pussy lip far
out to the side. Wendy began to slam a riding crop into
Beth's gaping cunt flailing the tender inner pink flesh
as each blow fell with a solid wet smack.
When Beth came back to consciousness she was tied over
the back of a padded chair. Her legs were strapped open
and her hands were tied, but the ropes had been removed
from the rings in her nipples. Wendt, Phil and Don were
sipping wine, sharing a joint and waiting for her to
wake up. Don calmly crossed the room and began to whip
Beth's rear with a leather strap.
He continued until her ass was bright red. Sliding his
hand into her gaping cunt he announced that she was
ready. Phil left the room and returned with a huge
black man. He as naked and had the largest cock Beth
had ever seen. Erect, it was almost 18 inches long and
four inches around. "This is Charles,: said Wendy. "He
does novelty shows."
Charles moved behind Beth and set the tip of his huge
cock in the entrance to her pussy. A slight forward
movement slid the first two inches into Beth as her
cunt strained to accept the width of him. The size
forced her legs further apart. Charles began to slide
into her and slammed against the back of her cunt. With
deliberate strokes he began to batter her insides. Beth
tried to relax and accept him but felt that she was
being torn apart.
Suddenly he withdrew leaving her cunt lying wide open.
Wendy entwined the finders of both hands and made a
single fist which she shoved into Beth's cunt. "Geez, I
didn't think a girl could be that wide. How about her
ass, Charles." On cue Charles stepped over Wendy
leaving her arms inside Beth and lay over Beth's back
with his huge cock against her ass. Slowly he impaled
her, feeling Wendy's hands churning the inside of her
cunt as he went.
Beth felt Wendy's long fingers pushing through the
flesh barrier separating Charles cock from her hands.
It felt as though she was masturbating the enormous
penis from within. Suddenly Charles slammed into her
ass and exploded cum inside her. As he withdrew, the
heavy white scum flowed from her ass and covered her
legs. Wendy popped her hands free and stood back.
"Aren't you just the filthy little pig.
"Stand her up and put the cock stand between her legs.
Fix the big one to the top of it. Now lift her over and
set her onto it. Let her go. She'll slide right on to
it. Her feet will be at least six inches off the
ground. Leave her, let's have lunch."
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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