Darla was happy with her new job. The pay was good and the hours were okay. Mr. Johnson seemed nice and was helpful in explaining her various job tasks as his secretary. Her reception desk had everything she needed and the work as not difficult. She enjoyed the quite atmosphere and the soft music that was always playing in the background. Mr. Johnson's clients were normally nice and were mostly friendly. She felt she was lucky to have such a position. As Darla sat back in her chair what she did not know were the strange adventures that were on her horizon.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson," Darla said as he entered the office.

"Morning Darla," he replied. "I need you to get the Alfred file for me," he said and went into this office shutting the door.

"Ok," she said as she went to the files. As she pulled the file out some of the contents fell on the floor. She could not help noticing a few pictures that were in the file. They were not the normal pictures of Mr. Johnson's surveillances, they were pictures of various girls and these girls were either partially clothed or naked. Some of them were tied up in some very strange ways.

Darla had been working for Mr. Johnson for about 6 months. He was in the private investigation work and she had been very carefully instructed on the need for total confidentiality on everything. In fact she had been instructed to never look at a file unless given specific permission. It had only been in the last month that she had direct access to the file cabinets. As she carefully gathered up the papers and pictures from the file she wondered what else were in these files.

"Darla, you have those files yet?" Mr. Johnson said from his office.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Darla replied as she regained her composure. As she took the folder and laid it on her desk she wondered, "Did he look at me strange or is that just my imagination?"

Darla had just moved into her own apartment after spending her early life with her parents. She was an attractive girl with dark brown hair. Darla had done well in school but elected to seek employment rather than go to college. She was rather shy and did not have many friends. At this time in her life she was not interested in romantic involvement. She was involved in high school with a boyfriend and did not like the way it ended.

The pictures in the Alfred files continued to be on Darla's mind as the morning progressed. She wondered what would Mr. Johnson be doing with case containing naked people tied up. She had not gotten a very good look at these pictures and wanted to examine them more closely. It was not until mid-afternoon she got the chance.

"Darla, I will be out for a while. If anyone phones tell them I will be back around four. If it is really important you can get me on my cell phone," Mr. Johnson said as he walked out of his office.

"Okay, see you later," Darla replied. Mr. Johnson often left Darla while he took care of business. A few times she did not see him for several days. He would always phone her and let her know what he needed her to do.

After he had left Darla looked into his office and saw that he had put the Alfred file in a pile on the side of his desk. She slipped into to his office and removed the file. She opened it and removed the package of pictures. The first picture was of a young lady naked. She was standing with her arms tied above her head. Her legs were spread and upon closer examination Darla could see the lady's legs were also tied pulling them apart.

The next few pictures were mostly the same. As she was examining the next group she had a sudden realization. The girl in the picture was not just any girl, the girl was her.

"What?" she gasped. She examined the picture very closely. The girl looked exactly like her. It was she.

"Oh my God," Darla thought as she saw the clamps on her nipples pulling her breasts straight out. "This just can't be," she said. She examined the picture and the girl's body looked remarkably like her own. It was she. The next picture showed Darla sitting with her hand tied behind her and her legs spread and tied. There were clamps on her nipples with string tied to them and someone was pulling on them. Darla suddenly remembered last week she awakened one morning and noticed tenderness in her nipples. "Now I know why," she said to herself.

"How can he do this to me and I don't even remember?" Darla was very upset since she had never even had sex. In these picture though she looked like a whore. What was worse she looked like a whore who really liked what she was doing.

"I can't even report this to the police. It looks too much like I liked it," Darla thought. Darla was convinced that Mr. Johnson was somehow manipulating and then erasing her memories of the events. Darla became even more confused by the excitement she was suddenly feeling from looking at these pictures. She began to feel dampness between her legs. She has felt a tingle of excitement as her nipples pressed against her bra. Darla did not even masturbate on a regular basis so sex was never much of an issue for her. Now she found herself being turned on by pictures of herself being abused.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with me?" Darla thought as she looked closely at picture after picture. She could not believe the effect the pictures were having on her. She could feel the dampness leaking out of her. Her nipples were now hard as nails as they pressed against her bra demanding release. Darla tried to put the pictures down but her eyes were glued to them. She could only stare at them and this only served to increase her sexual stimulation.

Darla felt her hand moved down her body but she had no will stronger enough to stop it. She could not believe her actions when she began to rub the thin fabric of her pants and panties as she pressed against her pussy. She could feel her clit button protruding like a bud ready to ripen and bore forth its fruit.

"Mmmmmmm," the orgasm suddenly hit her like a large brick. Darla began to cum standing right next to Mr. Johnson's desk.

"Ohhhh my Gooooooood!" she cried as her hand viciously attacked her pussy. She slipped her hand under her pants and panties as she fingered herself to several very intense orgasms. She slowly collapsed to the floor in a flood of intense orgasmic pleasure.

Darla slowly came back to her sense. She was lying on the floor with her hand in her panties with her finger still inserted into her vagina.

"What is happening to me?" she asked herself as she began to put herself back together. She gathered up the various pictures of herself and even as she glanced at them she felt passion building again. She quickly looked away and put the file back in its proper placed on Mr. Johnson's desk.

As Darla sat at her desk pondering her situation the phone ranged.

"Darla, this Johnson."

Darla was startled by his calm voice. She composed herself and replied, "Yes, Mr. Johnson."

"I am going to be detained longer than I thought so you go ahead and lock up the office at 5:00. If anyone really needs me you can get me on the cell phone. Okay?" he instructed.

"Sure, Mr. Johnson I will take care of it." Darla gave a sigh of relief as she hung up the phone. She was glad she would not have seen him again today.

Darla did not know what she was going to do. She had no one she could tell about her situation because the only evidence she had indicated she was a willing participant. She could not confront Mr. Johnson since who knows what he would do. He was already doing a lot. Darla was now very afraid of him. She did not want to suddenly quit before she knew how he was able to control her and what she could do to stop him.

Later that night as Darla came out of the shower she continued to think about what was happening to her. As she dried off she reached up and squeezed one of her nipples. A shot of pleasure ran up her spine.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed at her body's reaction. "This is not me!"

But she then squeezed her other nipple and again a flood of pleasurable sensations flowed up and down her body. She could not believe the sensations she was feeling. Even though a large part of mind was still in deep confusion and distress another part of her mind was thrilled with the new pleasure she had discovered.

"Oh it feels so good," Darla gasped as she watched herself in the bathroom mirror. Each hand was pinching a nipple. She was making some gasps as a flood of sensations rippled through her nervous system.

On the counter Darla noticed some hairpins. She took one opening it enough to enclose her nipple and felt and intense rush. She placed another on the other nipple and was in heaven.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself but could not bring herself to stop. It felt too good.

Darla walked across the bathroom to her bedroom with the pin pinching her nipples. Every step brought twinges of pain and pleasure as her 34 C breasts jiggled jarring her nipples trapped between the metal of the bobby pins. She purposely jumped a little and felt the thrill as her breasts responded bouncing up and down jerking the now very sensitive nipples.

Darla fell on the bed and her hand immediately traveled down her body. Here she again found a wet playground of delight. Her clit screamed for release and at this point there was no stopping Darla. Her fingers found her clit and as she massaged her pussy she went into orbit.

"Oh Goooooood!" she screamed as she had her second major orgasm in the same day. It seemed to last forever and even as it subsided she still felt the wonderful pinch on her nipples. She finally gathered the will to reluctantly remove the pins from her nipples.

"What is happening to me?" she thought as she slipped into a troubled sleep. Darla had troubled sleep that ran from having a romantic encounter with a mystery male to having Mr. Johnson spank her.

Darla dreaded the next day. As she got ready for work she wondered how would she act when she talked to Mr. Johnson. She thought about calling in sick but decided the best thing was just to make do.

"Hi, Darla," Mr. Johnson said as she entered the office.

"Morning, Mr. Johnson," Darla said in a timid voice attempting to act as natural as she could. It appeared to work.

"Get me the Jackson file," Mr. Johnson said and walked into his office.

Darla looked up the file and could not help quickly glancing into the file. She saw an envelope that appeared to contain pictures. She did not have time to open them but had a great desire that this envelope contained more pictures. She had to see what was in the envelope. She would wait for her opportunity.

What Darla did not know was that Mr. Johnson was totally aware of everything Darla did in the office. He had a nice video of her masturbating in his office. He also knew what she had found and was expecting to find numerous files he purposely placed. Mr. Johnson knew exactly what he was doing.

"I've got to go out for the afternoon. I will be going out of town so you can again watch the office for me and then lock up," Mr. Johnson said as he prepared to leave.

"Sure thing," Darla said thinking now she would have a bit of time to do some investigating herself.

Darla gave Mr. Johnson plenty of time to leave. She even went out and took a look to make sure his car was gone.

"Let me have a look at things," she thought to herself feeling very much in control of a strange situation.

Darla was not prepared her reactions.

She again slipped into Mr. Johnson's office. The Jackson file was lying on his desk with the folder full of 8X10 pictures lying on top partially opened. Darla picked them up. She pulled out the pictures and found again various individuals engaged in sexual acts. These acts included all variations of oral sex, anal sex, and even some strange regular sexual positions. There was one woman licking another woman's pussy while a man pushed his dick into the licker's ass. Another picture had two men on one woman with each forcing their cocks into both her ass and her pussy. Darla had never seen such acts.

It was only when she noticed that one of the participants, a woman in the corner with her hands tied above her head while a man licked her pussy, look familiar. It then dawned on Darla that she was the girl. As soon as Darla became aware of her own face in the picture she immediately felt tremendous sexual excitement.

"Oh my God No!" she said aloud. "This is not me. This does not turn me on!" Yet even as she cried out she felt her nipples harden like stone and her clitoris awaken demanding her immediate attention. Darla did not want her hand to move down her body but she could not stop it.

"Oh it feels so good but it is not right!" she cried as both hands pushed her pants down to below her knees leaving her neatly trimmed pussy totally exposed in Mr. Johnson's office. She knelt over his desk savoring the pictures of bizarre sexual depravity. She saw herself as she knelt before a man in total submission. She looked as if she worshipped this man who had just deposited his cum all over her face. She had a wonderful blissful smile and looked as if she was in heaven.

This was too much. It pushed Darla over edge.

"Oh, Goooood!" she cried as her hand massaged her clit to a very intense orgasm. It lasted longer this time and she almost passed out. She never knew she had such an animalistic libido. As the passion slowly diminished she lay exhausted on the floor. She slowly arose and feared that looking at the pictures again might throw her into another fit of unholy passion. Even as she put the pictures back in their folder she felt her clit and nipples rise to attention as she glanced only briefly at a picture of her sucking on another woman's pussy. She quickly put the file away and return to her own office grateful there was no one to see her.

Chapter Two:

"It's going very well," Stan Johnson thought as he watched the videos of Darla leaning over his desk viciously rubbing her pussy. Stan had a very interesting hobby. It had to do with subliminal programming techniques and he was quite good at it. He found it quite useful in his investigation. He had learned to read people's unconscious signals very well. He could always detect the smallest amount of dishonesty by carefully observing a person's facial muscles. There was always a twitch or color change somewhere that betrayed them. He was an expert in observing these changes.

Stan also knew much about videotaping and manipulation of photographs. He knew many ways of secretly taping an individual and in his work used a variety of very sophisticated cameras both video and still.

While working on a few cases involved cheating spouses he had come up with an interesting idea. He wanted to see how far he could program a relatively normal person. That is when Darla applied for a job as his secretary. He knew the moment he saw her she was perfect to be his experimental subject. She was young, cute, inexperienced, and intelligent. These were all the qualities that indicated a person most conducive to unconscious manipulation. He also liked the idea of fucking her and if his plan worked he would not only have a sex partner but a very willing sex partner.

Stan had worked out a subliminal programming scheme shortly after Darla began working. He created a program played under the radio station used in his office. This way no matter what station was played anytime the radio or CD was operating the subliminal program was also playing just under the music. He also installed a number of video cameras in his office so he had a complete view of the reception area, his office, and the bathroom.

These were connected to various recorders and he had a running view of everything that happened in his office. This was both good for business purposes, he often interviewed clients in his office, and it was also perfect for his new hobby, Darla. Darla had been told there were certain areas he had to keep totally confidential and she would not be allowed access to this information. Darla did not know this meant a constant video of all her actions in the office.

As Stan began his experiment with Darla he was very pleased with the results. He watched Darla as he played various suggestions. These suggestions began with simple commands such as telling Darla she was thirsty. It would only take a few minutes for Darla to get up and get a drink of water. Stan had found Darla's unconscious was very open to his subliminal suggestions.

Darla could not hear it but one of the first tape quietly under the music said, "Darla, you are a most sensitive person. You are very sexual. Your body flows with sexual tension. It needs to be released. You are very horny."

Stan began playing this tape while carefully observing Darla. At first there were no obvious effects but then he noticed some tell-tell signals. Her face began to flush ever so slightly. Also after the tape had played for about hour he began to notice Darla making what appeared to be unconscious movements. She would brush her hand against her breasts. Several times it looks as if she was rubbing an itch in a most private area.

Darla during this time had no idea anything out of the ordinary was happening. She wondered about some of the very sensual dreams she began to have. She was not dating anyone at the time and her only experience with men happened in high school. However, her dream lovers were sometimes very intense. During the day she found herself thinking about these dreams and was embarrassed that she would begin to feel horny. Darla even masturbated a few times in the past week. This was something she seldom ever did. However, Darla realized she was a young woman and these feeling were normal. One time she almost did masturbated to an organism in the bathroom at the office. She had to stop herself since that was not right.

Stan was having such a success with Darla he decided to move to the next step. He needed something to trigger an intense experience with Darla. He could see that his programs had increased her libido. In fact once he observed her rubbing her pussy while in the bathroom. She was not exactly masturbating but it was obvious she receiving pleasure from the experience.

Stan devised a new set of subliminals. He decided he needed something that was beyond what Darla would ever pursue. He decided on a submissive type situation. The program played, "Darla you are a servant. You love to have men used you. Your nipples are very sensitive and love to experience intense stimulation. Your nipples become hard and would love to be squeezed, squeezed hard in metal clamps. You loved to be tied and viewed and used by men. You pussy demands attention from men. You love the taste of cum and love to have men shoot it on your face.

All these feelings will be triggered anytime you see pictures of yourself having any kind of sex no matter how strange. You will suddenly experience a very intense excitement. At that point you will loose control and only regain control after you have experienced an intense orgasm." Stan knew that most of these acts would be disgusting to Darla. He also knew that this was the key to unlocking forbidden primitive impulses deep with Darla's unconscious mind.

Stan then obtained a number of photographs of such sexual practices. He took a picture of Darla's face and inserted it over the face of various participants in these other pictures. He chose someone whose body was similar to Darla's to complete the fabrication. The resulting picture looked very realistic. In them Darla was being very naughty and appeared to love it.

Stan took his time and allowed the subliminals to have their effect. After playing the subliminal messages for a couple of weeks he purposely allowed Darla to accidentally see some of the doctored pictures. He could not believe the effect this had on Darla.

He watched the video as Darla found the first picture as she pulled a file. At first Darla looked disgusted. This was exactly as he thought would happen. It was later after he left the office that Darla examined the pictures closely on his desk as he thought she would. Again, at first she had a disgusted look. Then she had an outraged look as she recognized herself in the pictures.

This look switched from outrage to worry as she thought about her predicament. Stan watched the video as her cheeks began to flush and a very shocked expression formed. This was what Stan was hoping. He was totally surprised that Darla suddenly began to rub her breasts and then allow her hand to move down her body. He watched her hand begin to massage her pussy and saw the waves of pleasure appear on her face as she had several orgasms.

Stan did not have a wife or girlfriend at the moment. As he watched Darla his own hand moved down a grabbed his now very hard dick. He rubbed himself as he watched Darla. He thought to himself, "It is going to feel great to fuck that girl. I bet she can really suck a dick in that sweet little mouth of hers." This was too much for Stan.

"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned and began to empty his load all over his desk.

Chapter 3

The next subliminal program Stan Johnson made for his young secretary Darla was almost ready. It was mostly the same type of message that demanded an intense sexual desire to erupt in Darla's unconscious anytime she saw a picture of herself engaged in a sexual act. Stan had doctored a few more photos depicting her performing various sensual acts on both men and women. Some were rather bizarre but Stan had found the more disgusting these acts were to Darla the more her unconscious accepted them.

Stan added a few more lines to this already very effective program. These lines included the statement: "You will find my voice will turn you on; You find me a very attractive man; You wish you were my sexual slave; You would do anything for me; Everything you do for me will give you intense sexual pleasure; You need my permission to have an orgasm." This last message Stan inserted many times since he wanted total control of Darla. As soon as the program was complete he began to play it at the office.

Darla continued to work even thought she continued to be very confused and conflicted. After the last humiliating experience of being totally engulfed with sexual passion she was exhausted. However, after seeing herself performing these hideous acts on both men and women she could not get these pictures out of her mind. She could not believe the pictures but what was much, much worse she could not believe how these pictures so turned her on.

Darla had never experienced such an intense orgasm as she had while viewing these depraved acts. She was now masturbating every night and using various clips, pins, and even ropes to stimulate herself. Her nipples were always very sore from the abuse she would give them but she craved the resulting orgasms.

The big problem came several days later. Darla arrived home and put on the nipple clips she had constructed using cloth-pin. As she lay on her bed rubbing her very erect clit she could find no satisfaction. No matter what Darla did she could not achieve an orgasm. She became extremely excited. Juices would flow down her leg from her wet pussy but her clitoris would not yield a single orgasm. She finally had to quit when she had rubbed her clit raw.

The next day Darla found it difficult to concentrate due to her sexual conflicts. Even when she looked at the various pictures in Mr. Johnson's files she could not satisfy herself. She also noticed that being around Mr. Johnson hearing his voice only intensified her passionate feelings and now she began to fantasize about him. It was driving her crazy and she did not know what to do. It was Mr. Johnson's fault and she became desperate for him to help her. He was the only who could and she would do anything.

"Darla you don't look so good. Don't you feel well?" Mr. Johnson said in a concerned voice.

"No, I don't feel well. I did not sleep good last night and I don't know what to do about it," Darla replied. She loved him expressing concern for her.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked.

"I don't know. I wish there was something you could do," she replied.

"I will do whatever I can to help you but I don't know much about sleeping problems. Are you worried about something?"

"Yes," Darla said trying to figure out how to talk about her problem. "I have been having some personal kinds of problems and I don't really have anyone I can talk to about them. I feel very embarrassed but I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to feel embarrassed with me. I have pretty much heard it all in my business. PI's see all kinds of things," Stan responded.

"I have been having some women type problems," Darla cautious explained.

"Do you think you need to see a physician?" Stan said playing along.

"No, I don't think they could help me. For some reason I think you could help me," Darla said now being to cry.

"Tell me what to do," Stan replied.

"I don't know what you can do." Darla suddenly blurted out, "Why did you make me do all those things in the picture? How did you do it?" Darla was becoming hysterical. She almost looked manic.

"Darla, what are you talking about?" Stan said.

"Here, I will show you." She yank open the file drawer and pulled out some files. Various pictures fell on the floor. However, instead of being pictures full of sexual depravity they were surveillance pictures of various kinds.

"What happened to them?" Darla said as she crumpled to the floor and a mass of tears. "What happened to the pictures?"

"Darla, you can let go of whatever it is you're feeling right now. You can let it out and it will feel better," Stan said.

"You are sure it is okay. You don't mind," Darla whimpered.

"No, I don't mind. YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION," Stan said in a very authoritative voice. "To have an orgasm," he quietly added.

Darla was stunned and almost paralyzed by the wave of passion that flooded her body. She began to rip off her clothes and was soon totally naked on the floor. She was pinching her nipples and pulling them hard. She was frantically rubbing her already erect clit and the orgasm exploded almost knocking her unconscious.

"Oh, my God!" Darla moaned as she humped her own hand and withering all over the floor of the office. Darla did not care. She was wrapped in rapture and it seemed as if it would never end.

Stan stood and watched Darla twist, turn, wiggle and hunch the floor in various sexy obscene postures. Darla was literally fucking herself. Stan stood by with a sly smile. He felt the budge in his pants as Darla put on a show.

Chapter 4:

"Darla, what are you doing?" Stan Johnson said loudly to his secretary Darla after she had exhausted herself. Darla was lying naked on the floor before him and slowly looked up at her boss.

Darla heard her boss and slowly it dawned on her that he was talking to her.

"What?" she mumbled. As she sat up it suddenly all came back to her. She looked down to see that she was totally naked. As she began to try and cover herself she looked up at her boss standing over her. "I'm sorry Mr. Johnson. I don't know what happened to me," she whimpered.

"I like what I see. Stand up," he said.

"I don't have any clothes on Mr. Johnson. You should not see me like this," Darla said but stood up anyway. She stood before her boss with her head lowered.

"You nice body Darla. I bet you can be a really slutty little girl," Stan said with an evil grin.

"Mr. Johnson what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you are my little slut and you like it." He reached out and pinched her nipple.

Darla could not believe her boss touched her. She could not believe he hurt her. She could not believe lots of things including how much she liked him pinching her nipple.

"Open your legs and let me see that nasty wet pussy," he commanded.

Darla complied and stood before him.

"Tell me you are my slut."

Darla whimpered but said, "I want to be your slut Mr. Johnson. I really want to be your slut." Darla could not believe she said this but also she could not understand the fact she meant it.

"Come into my office, Darla."

Darla followed her boss into his office. She was still totally nude. Her embarrassment was increasing as her libido began to ignite again. Mr. Johnson's voice filled her with desire.

Stan sat down in his chair.

"Come over here," he instructed as he open the desk drawer. "You will not have any orgasm unless I say it is okay. Do you understand?"

Darla did not really understand but she said, "Yes sir." On one level she did understand.

Stan reached down and held up a small rope with two clips on it. "Put these on your nipples, Darla."

Darla took the clips and snapped them on her always hard nipples. It hurt wonderfully and she felt a jolt of passion that shocked her already excited body.

"Open my trousers and pull out my dick," Stan instructed.

Darla bent down and zipped down his pants. She reached inside and pulled out Stan's already hard 6 inch dick. There was a part of Darla's mind that felt revulsion at what she was doing. However, this only served to energize her extreme fits of passions that kept her body as hostage to her sexual lust. She felt as if she could cum at any moment. Yet, even as she slipped her hand down to her pussy she could not manage the released.

"What are you doing with your hand?"

"Nothing," she whimpered.

"You lying slut. What are you doing with your hand," Stan questioned.

"I'm rubbing my pussy," she replied.

"Did I give you permission to rub your pussy, you cunt?" Stan barked.

"No," she cried

"Come here and lick my cock." Stan was about to cum all over himself. He felt her tongue lick his cock and knew he could not stand this much longer.

"Suck my dick and eat all of my precum," Stan commanded.

Darla took her boss' cock into her mouth and was in heaven. If she could only cum.

Stan loved Darla's tongue on his dick. It felt great but he wanted more.

"Get up and bend over," Stan commanded.

Darla stood up and turned. She bent over exposing her womanhood to her boss.

Stan got up looking at Darla's tight pussy. He grabbed his dick and his dick quickly found its mark. Darla was tight but she was also very wet. His cock slid deep within Darla.

"Oh my God," Darla gasped as she felt him penetrate deeply inside her. "Oh God yes," she cried as Stan began to pump. She had never felt such intense sexual desire but still could not find the release of an organism.

Stan could feel his balls beginning to contract. He knew it would not be long before he came. He pulled his dick out of Darla wonderful pussy and with a quick hard jab, he rammed into her asshole.

"Oh no, what are you doing? But it feels so good," Darla screamed in a phantasm of desire.

Stan knew he was almost there.

"Darla, you have my permission to cum," Stan cried.

Darla went absolutely insane with passion. She was screaming as she slammed her ass against Stan's cock.

This was too much for Stan and he filled her ass with cum, more cum than he had ever produced in one setting. He had never known he could have multiple organisms but he did. Once his load was emptied somewhere in him was so turned on that he produced another smaller load that Darla's ass eagerly devoured. With that Stan flopped back to the chair and watched Darla.

Darla had not finished. When Stan let her go she slumped to the floor with her hand vigorously rubbing her clit. She looked like an animal as she rolled and jerked her body back and forth on Stan's office floor. The juices were literally flowing out of her pussy.

"Oh God," she screamed in one final cry and collapsed unconscious on the floor.

Stan just sat and looked Darla as he flowed into a dreamy sort of trance and then dosed off thinking it is a wonderful world.

The End