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 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 11 - New and improved office worker

   Cynthia stood slightly trembling in front of her former boss, Mr. 
Johnson.  She had just informed him about the utter failure regarding the
DataSerf BDSM-5000 she had been send out to test.  Another reason that she
trembled was because she knew she would need another shot of Z this
evening. And Mark had informed her that if she would not succeed in keeping
her job, she would have to work the streets instead.  Of course, without
her knowing, Mr.  Johnson (or Zach for friends and close business
associates) was fully informed about her status.  Of course, Cynthia would
keep a job (though not necessarily her previous one), or otherwise Zach (or
rather, his wife and daughter) would be cutoff from his own supply of Z. 
And given the control he had over them this way and amount of pussy both
put out to him, his friends and the weekly customer or two that Fred or
Mark set them up with, Zach had no intention of endangering said supply.

   However, it also did not refrain Zach from toying with the uncertain and
nervous Cynthia a bit.  When she first joined the IT-department of his
company some 15 years ago, he hoped she would be an easy lay as most of the
women working there.  With the average IT-nerd being anti-social, shy and
usually lacking basic body hygiene, most of the women were all too happy
when a normal guy (like Zach) approached them.  But Zach was soon
disappointed when his initial attempts were brushed aside.  Even the nice
and easy approach he adopted during the last years, when she reached
middle-management, had not gotten him any closer to her tits or between her
legs.

   But this time, according to Mark during their phone conversation
yesterday, he did not need to worry about sexual harassment lawsuits or
other crap like that.  Like Mark said it in his usual subtle style: "She's
got to make amends for every male she's spurned for hitting on her or
simply rebuked for being caught checking out her lovely legs.  Consider her
free game for every guy, young or old, and all they can think of, plain or
wild.  Preferably wild with a determination to humiliate and enslave her in
her new role."

   So, there she stood, wiggling nervous, in her spandex mini-skirt that
hugged her firm ass and well shaped hips.  The 3-inch heeled shoes and the
semi-transparent blouse with the top button undone so that the top half of
her round tits were clearly visible.  Just like Zach imaged a woman who
suddenly found herself in a position where she had to use her body to get
(or keep) a job, but lacked the experience in doing so.

   "So, let me get this straight," he started, "Regarding this
BDSM-whatever-thingy...  You basically have been given the run-around
for... how long have you been away now?  Four months?  And what makes you
think that this company can afford to let someone as gullible as you get
back in the position you had before?" Cynthia cringed at the piercing eyes
of her former (and hopefully new) boss and felt herself get weak in the
knees.  She stammered something vague and unintelligibly about track record
and commitment to the company, but with a wave of his hand Mr.  Johnson cut
her off.  "Sweety, as you know, you're only as good as your last job... 
and your last one was a major fuck-up...  I think you see that yourself as
well." His comment might be harsh, direct and humiliating, but Cynthia
realized he was right.

   "And as far as commitment goes...  things have changed somewhat.  The
MBA-wizards, from that east coast firm we hired back in Q1, concluded in
their report that commitment to the company does not cut it anymore in
these times.  What we need right now as well is cooperation with and
commitment to ones fellow colleagues.  And, as far as I remember, that was
something you lacked spectacularly!" Cynthia felt as if she had been dealt
a blow right in her stomach.  Swallowing quickly to suppress a wave of
nausea, she stuttered: "But-but- I-i-i am sure I can-n-n ad-d-d-apt!  These
four months have given me a new perspective on life..." And she knew that
she had to act fast before Mr.  Johnson could send her away.  As much as it
still repulsed to use her body (even if it was only looked at for now) she
bended over and lowered her ample cleavage towards his eyes, and suggested:
"As for commitment, I would not mind proofing my continuous commitment to
this company and its staff..." At 'staff' her eyes locked on to the now
obvious (but in her eyes still obscene) bulge in Zach's crotch.  Even
sitting down his excitement, caused by the wantonly display of sexuality in
front of his eyes, was clearly visible.

   Zach pressed a button om his desk to close the blinds in his office. 
Together with the soundproof glass, they were now isolated from the
cubicles that he usually oversaw.  Dropping all pretense, he stepped up to
her and grabbed her tits through the blouse and bra.  Cynthia started to
raise her hands and slap his away, but remembered her need to land and keep
this job just in time.  Her hands now landed softly on his and actually
helped him massaging her boobs.  "Mmmm, Mr.  Johnson...  " "Call me Zach,
that suits the new policy better, I suppose" and he released one tit to
pull the outward willing, but inward reluctant, brunette closer to him.  He
planted his lips firmly on hers and no sooner had their kiss started when
his tongue wiggled his way deep in her mouth.

   Cynthia need all her willpower to refrain from biting hard on the fleshy
invader that slithered around her own tongue.  Instead she even managed to
wrap her free arm around his torso and slid her hand into the backside of
his pants.  She needed this job!  Even if it meant to act like a cheap
street-slut!  Squeezing his surprisingly tight ass through the underwear,
the soft moan from Zach indicated his obvious approval.  As he broke the
kiss, she managed to look slightly disappointed, as if she wanted it last
longer.  For all she cared, Zach could have dropped dead right there in
front of her, as long she got her (well, in fact any) job back.  "Oh yeah,
Zach, that felt so-o go-o-od," she cooed, smiled at him and squeezed his
ass again.  "I know something that feels much better," Zach countered and
he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.  "How about your sweet lips
around my cock?  Show some commitment to THAT member of the team and you
might get a job again..." The threat hung in the air for about two seconds,
but then Cynthia, with considerable chagrin, acknowledged to herself that
she really had no choice.  Without the blowjob, no job for sure...  with
the blowjob, who knows...  Continuing her smile, she lowered herself on her
knees.  Zach looked down and besides the bulge in his own underwear he was
treated on a top-down view of Cynthia's firm tits.  From here he could even
see the start of each of her aureola, just beginning to shape themselves on
the seam of the low cut bra.  But soon the view was blocked by her head
bending forward.  A few seconds later, his underpants were drawn down and a
warm wetness engulfed his already stiffening cock.  Wow, it shot through
his mind, 'Ice Queen Cynthia' on her knees in front of him sucking his
cock!

   After a few more strokes, Cynthia let the spit covered pole slip out of
her mouth and looked up.  "Is this ok, Zach?  Or did you want something
else?" Zach looked into the questioning eyes below him.  Besides her
expected and obvious contempt of being forced to perform this lewd act, he
also saw something else...  It was just like the same look in the eyes of
his wife and daughter once they fucked themselves silly when under the
influence of Z.  This bitch on front of him on her knees was actually
getting excited as well!  Inwardly he smiled a big grin...  despite the
humiliating act she was perform right now (and even without knowing whether
she would get some results in the end), 'Ice Queen Cynthia' was getting
worked up!  His cock jerk up and stiffened a bit more at this thought. 
"No, my sweet cocksucker, this is just fine.  Wrap those warm lips around
it again and relax that throat a bit.  I am going to fuck your face until I
cum!" As Cynthia complied, because out of necessity and because, as Zach
correctly guessed, she really was getting horny, she even placed her hands
on his ass again to help him fuck her mouth better.  While Zach was not as
long as Fred or Mark, or as wide as that one kid from the Spires brothers,
he was reaching the back of her throat at the end of every powerful stroke
between her lips.  The thick head of his circumcised cock just triggered
her gag-reflex, but before he managed to push deeper past her esophagus,
the cock was pulled backwards again till only that same thick head was
placed between her pressing lips.  Her mouth was just a fuck-tube that Zach
used at his own speed and leisure.  Despite the gag-reflex triggering a
violent pulsating spams time and time again in her stomach, Cynthia got
more excited with every powerful stroke that Zach made and after a few
minutes even pushed the fleshy pole deeper inside her by pulling firmly on
Zach's ass every time.  Zach was now bucking his hips back and forth and
seriously fucking the face of the comely brunette.  Too soon he felt the
telltale signs in his balls and without bothering to warn Cynthia he let
the joy of his own orgasm wash over him as he pumped load after load of his
manjuice in her gulping mouth.  The first volley of sperm had caught
Cynthia unprepared and she was now couching and retching to get some air.
But at the same time, her time with Fred and Mark had learned her that no
man likes his sperm to be spitted out.  So, despite her coughing she kept
her lips tightly locked on the erupting cock.  These uncontrolled spams and
added pressure of her lips only added to Zach's pleasure as he continued to
empty his balls in Cynthia's mouth.

   Finally the flood ended and as Zach's hips stopped bucking, Cynthia was
able to swallow the sperm that had collected in her mouth, without spilling
a drop of it.  She even automatically licked any remaining drops of sperm
from the deflating cock.  Zach realized that not even a high priced
call-girl could have improved the blowjob he just received.  Of course,
there was no way in hell that he was going to tell Cynthia this...  the
prig that teased his cock for so many years was still seriously behind on
paying back debt.

   After he corrected his clothing and had walked back to his desk, he
looked at the still kneeling, somewhat panting and obviously excited well
figured brunette.  Her tits had sprung free from her 3/4-bra and were now
pushed upward by the nylon cups.  He could clearly see the erect nipples
standing up.  Ah well, that had to be another time...  he still needed some
work to do after all...  "Ok, this is the plan then..." Cynthia looked up
with anxiety.  To her this meant her fat was being decided upon.  Get the
office job or be out on the street playing the hooker for Mark and his
team....  Zach raised a hand an counted on his fingers.  "One: you will
start tomorrow at 7:30 AM.  Two: you will take the newly created job of
sexetary.  Yes, that is not a mispronunciation." Cynthia looked quizzically
at her (once again) boss.  "Your desk will be over there.  Basically your
job-description is to help each and any member of the staff with each and
any request they have.  I'll leave it up to your imagination what those
requests might be, but with the current increased crisis-workload and the
recent report, I am sure you can make an educated guess..." Cynthia sure
could...  with forty-something males working in a high stress environment,
they were sure several that needed sexual release and if they could not get
it at home due to their own inadequacies or because their wives were
working their asses of as well (and therefore too tired for sex), these
guys would have, as of tomorrow, her as the company playtoy...  She slumped
in defeat, but also accepted once more the fact that she needed this job.
"Good...  I see you get my drift.  Now, a few more things..." "Three: a
short sleeved, or sleeveless blouse with either a zipper or buttons in
front will be mandatory." "Four: a short skirt with a hemline halfway, of
higher, up your thighs." "Five: high heeled shoes or low, as in maximum of
three inch above your ankle, boots.  Whatever choice, the heels will be at
least two inches." Counting along on his other hand, Zach kept on looking
at the kneeling, downcast slender woman.  "As for advice..." "Six: no
jewelry.  It might damage your skin." "Seven: be prepared.  Take an enema
before coming in for work, lube your holes and stash plenty of mouthwash
and lube in your desk." "Eight: never ever complain or refuse the guys what
they want.  It will get you fired on the spot!" "Nine: hitch up that skirt
and show me how you masturbate yourself until you cum!"

   Cynthia jerked her head up and looked at Zach as if she did not
understand the last command.  "Remember number eight!" Zach snarled at her.
"I am not kidding...  finger that cunt until you cream those panties of
yours!" Once more ordered like a cheap nightclub stripper doing her trick
for a few dollars, she fumbled as the hemline of her skirt and pulled it
up. As she spread her legs, the black lacy thong, that Mark had told her in
the morning to wear, came into view.  "That's my girl...  now start working
that cunt...  Just pull that black thingy out of the way and rub that
twat!" Seeing now way to escape this ordeal, Cynthia's only choice was to
obey.  With one hand she pulled aside the front of the thong and revealed
her shaven cunt.  Her other hand started to rub the already wet lips.  She
was surprised by her own wetness and felt so ashamed.  Getting sexually
excited from sucking a cock was not her usual self...  A moan escaped her
mouth as her fingers slid inside and touched her engorged clit.  Her slick
cunt seemed to suck in her fingers all by itself!  Pulling the thong
further aside, she gave herself better access and soon three fingers where
knuckle deep pumping in and out her vagina, while the thumb pressed
deliciously on her sensitive clit.  "Nnngg..." she groaned and almost fell
over from pleasure.  She remembered in time that for sure Zach would want
to see everything so with great willpower she kept herself upright.  The
tension in her abdomen grew and intensified and Cynthia increased the speed
and dept of her thrusts.  Despite the earlier orgasm, Zach felt his cock
stir again at the lewd spectacle in front of him.  Cynthia, 'Ms.  Prim and
Proper' a.k.a.  'Ice Queen' from so many years ago, was now on her knees
rubbing her own pussy, only to please him...  Damn!  Talk about payback
time!!  While he enjoyed the increased breathing and moaning in front of
him, he once more pressed the button that managed the blinds.

   And when Cynthia reached her peak by ramming her fingers all the way in
her soaking pussy, her orgasm was applauded by most of the staff that had
gathered around the office once they noticed what was going on.  But at
that time, Cynthia was past caring...  all that mattered were the joyful
shocks of pleasure that shot through her body and made her forget, if even
for a few minutes, the ordeal she would have to go through in the next
foreseeable future...

   Once she regained her breath, the shame and humiliation hit her full
force as it occurred to her what she had just done...  With this blatant
display of sexuality the guys knew exactly what they could expect of her...
Even if her nameplate would have read "Cynthia Hauser - CIO, VP" she still
would have to bow to all their wishes and commands.

   When she left for the door on her way out, Zach stopped her with a last
remark.  "Ten: You will be called 'Cindy' as of now, as you will see on
your nameplate tomorrow...  Cynthia seems a bit to serious for a company
fuckslut like you..."

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