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THE CORPORATION
Liam Naisson
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This would have been a nice evening—a fully paid trip, a nice hotel in a nice neighborhood and good restaurants in the area.
A driver picked him up and drove him to a very good place for dinner which also was taken care of by his host. All in all it was wonderful, with just one large problem overshadowing the whole affair.
His host had contacted him by email a couple of weeks ago. It obviously was some kind of large company, but no one told him which company. All he had was the name of his contact, Nadine. To make matters worse, the mail spoke of weapon designs stored on his computer and only there, he had been working on for a few years in his spare time. He had never told anyone about them and his computer setup was bordering on the realm of paranoia.
It prompted him to pull out the network cable and go and buy a small laptop to go online only, not even having his main computer hooked to the internet anymore. The next email he got was an invitation to come over and meet with her, to talk about his possible future with the company. They were very interested in his designs and although they technically had it already, which made Gabriel’s anger well up a bit, they still wanted him to work for them.
Head hunting, that’s what this was. The only problem he had, making this ridiculous and strange, was that he was a low end tech. He just made sketches on paper, some constructions on the computer and occasionally building a part. Mostly other people’s ideas, never his own, so head hunting him seemed more than odd.
As he walked back into the hotel, Gabriel took stock of his life.
At the age of twenty-seven now, he had done little out of the ordinary. His education was well rounded, some engineering, computer science, and a couple of internships with different companies, among them the weapon maker he was working for now. He stood six foot three tall, had a buzz cut of about half an inch above a cleanly shaven face. His eyes were intense, or at least that is what he got told all the time, and the same brown as his hair. In his face, there was no distinct feature, it was not round, nor pointed. He had no sharp or flat nose. The only two major things sticking out were his eyes and the slightly extruding cheekbones below them. It gave him the look of an average guy at the first glance, but if you took a closer look they gave the feeling of a predator ready to make his kill any second now.
This also extended to his body in general. More on the skinnier side, he had a good strength and endurance all over, but was wirier than ribbed. It went well with his tendency for geekdom, instead of being a jock. He had no friends to speak of. Mostly he kept to himself or engaged in some domination games with a willing female.
He found it fascinating to see a woman submit to him so fully. See the craving in her eyes as he tied her, see the lust as he whipped her and the release as he fucked her.
His pants got a bit tight at the thought while he approached the front desk. The concierge informed him a package had arrived and was already placed in his room due to the size of it. With a short courteous “thanks,” he went to the elevator.
As he entered the room, he instantly fixed his eyes on the kneeling woman in front of his bed. She did not wear much clothing to speak of. Black boots shiny like latex, going to the middle of her otherwise bare upper thighs. There they ended in a slightly wider area where it looked as if they were tightened and buckled up with a strap around the leg. Matching gloves went up to the middle of her upper arms, which also were held up by the same kind of straps.
Her white body was almost shiny white and hairless, making a very stark contrast against the black she wore. A rather short cap of dark brown hair was crowning her head, none of it made it past her delicate jaw line. Her eyes were covered in a black leather blindfold with thick and very sturdy looking pads, covering most of her upper face and secured with a wide strap around her head. A red black gag, very big looking in her jaw was equally secure, sticking out between her blood red lips. Attached to the blindfold was a post-it note saying “Please remove gag”. He ignored it for the moment.
Her arms were behind her back and as he got closer he could see that they were folded upwards behind her neck. Her lower arms and elbows were touching, held by wide black leather straps. The leathery scent was heavy from the blindfold and all the straps standing this close. She seemed calm and breathing slowly.
The click of the door finally shutting itself made him realize this had only taken a few seconds, but he could not stop looking at the woman kneeling there. She flinched a little at the sound but stayed quiet and still otherwise.
Two more straps were below and above her breasts which were not too large and not too small, nicely apple shaped and sticking out between the black leather. Her nipples were small and sticking out hard into the warm, poking out from small aureoles.
Around her neck was a black collar, looking severe and stiff, holding her head in a perfect straight position and making it impossible for her to move her head even the tiniest bit.
With her knees placed at about a ninety degree angle, sitting on the back of the heels of her boots, he could see her shaved sex. It was slightly glistening in the light of the hotel lamp above.
The note on the blindfold was written in a nice flowing hand, which had also two small arrows down to the left and right. His eyes followed the arrows and he saw to small pegs beside the woman’s mouth, where the gag was easy removable. It was signed Nadine.
He pulled the note off. The slave flinched again, more in surprise than fear then pushed her head forward to give him easier access to the gag. He removed two pegs left and right and pulled out the gag of her mouth and let it drop to the floor.
She chewed empty very slightly, the collar was giving her problems with that, then spoke in a soft voice.
“Welcome, Master. Mistress Nadine regrets not being here tonight, so she sent me to hopefully please you. She will come and pick you up tomorrow at noon in the lobby of this hotel. Until then you can use me in any way that pleases you. She has ordered me to tell you expressively that this includes the use of any of my orifices, any torture, humiliation or modification you wish to apply to my body, as well as killing me, if that is your wish.”
She swallowed and licked her lips; the pink tongue darted out between and shortly revealed perfect white teeth. He wanted to crush her lips with a kiss, but restrained himself for he felt there was more. Quickly the slave picked up again.
“I have been locked in these bonds, so they cannot be removed. If you wish to add more, there is a small case on the dresser containing some items you might wish to use on me. Once you are done with me, you can simply gag me again and put me in a cupboard or the bathroom. If there are any bodily fluids or even blood,” she swallowed again, “after my use, the concierge will gladly give you a new room, without any questions asked.”
She shifted a little. It clearly made her nervous.
“This room is sound proof, master. Any noise made in here will not be audible outside these walls. I am instructed to answer any questions you might have.”
He was stunned a little. He felt surprised, skeptical, but also horny. His libido was fighting with his curiosity.
“What is your name?”
She flinched a little again.
“I do not have a name master.”
“Then what are you called by your Mistress?”
“I am called, whatever Mistress wishes to call me. Mostly she just calls me ‘slave’, but also other names like ‘fuck toy’, ‘whore’, ‘cunt’, ‘slut’ and many more things.”
“So you never had a name?”
“I once did, but I do not have a name anymore. I listen to what I am told to listen to.”
“Are you here on your free will?”
The slave smiled. “I am a slave Master, I have no free will. I only obey.”
He nodded, thinking.
“What does your Mistress Nadine do, what does she look like?”
The slave’s face was moving. It looked like she was trying to think harder.
“I do not know all the things she does. She trains slaves often. I’d seen her do it a lot in my presence and she is very good at it. She has trained me herself personally and keeps me in her quarters at all times. As for her looks, my mistress is a very beautiful woman. She is about two inches taller than me, has skin that is more toned than mine. Her features are delicate and beautiful. Her hair is very dark, going to the middle of her back and silky soft. Mistress Nadine is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life and I am happy to be her slave.”
Looking at the already stunningly beautiful slave, he could not imagine that she would describe someone even more beautiful.
“So is your Mistress working for this company I am supposed to meet here?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What do you know about the company?”
“I know nothing about it, Master. I am just the property of my Mistress. I have no knowledge of the company’s business.”
He was thinking about the little present Nadine had given him here. First the company breaks into his computer and reads his files. They must have seen everything not just the projects of course, so they would know about his preferences in terms of sexual encounters. The company then using someone like Nadine with a similar affection and a person like this slave in front of him to please him, made him a bit uncomfortable. This was deliberate and personally tailored down to him. So he might as well enjoy it.
“So, we have till noon tomorrow to use you, is that correct?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And you will do anything I tell you to?”
“Yes, Master, anything.”
He put his right leg in front of her crotch. The black dress pants he wore were fresh. He changed into them when he had arrived.
“Move your crotch forward and rub your cunt on my leg. It is right in front of you.”
With a surprising strength she lifted herself forward and off her heels a little, her sex pushing warm and wet against his leg. Slowly, she felt for his leg, moving a little to get the feeling of where he was, and then began rubbing herself on his shin. Little moans escaped her mouth.
He just looked down at this total stranger. He was fascinated by her beauty and her willingness to do anything. This brought his mind forward to the meeting the next day. Who is this Nadine? More beautiful than the creature at his feet, part of a large company that seemed to pull a lot of tricks to bring Gabriel into their midst, while he was not important at all. Maybe they had made a mistake. Looking down again, he thought about taking advantage of this situation. It had been almost half a year since his last encounter with a willing submissive and casual sex, as some described it, held no fascination for him.
“Please...” came in a low and aroused voice from the slave.
He had not noticed how long the slave was rubbing herself already on his leg.
“Yes?”
“Please master, I beg you, please, fuck me.”
A smile appeared on his lips. Whoever Nadine was, he would have to compliment her on this well trained slave. She was naturally hot. He remembered she was already aroused when he entered the room, she must be on the edge of exploding now.
“You are a pretty insolent slave.”
“Forgive me master. My mistress punishes me frequently because of this, but I can’t help it. I am just turned on by this so much, that I can’t hold myself back, I just have to beg. Please master, please punish me as you want, but please fuck this worthless slave’s cunt.”
Her eyes were covered, her neck stiffened, her arms and hands trapped, in what he could only think of as a painful position, but just her mouth and the rest of her body was so expressive he could see her trying to push closer onto him. Carefully he unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his shorts.
“Show me what your skills are with your mouth first.”
A low groan came from her but she opened her mouth instantly. Holding on to her short hair and the strap of the blind fold on the side, he guided her lips to his erect cock. Her tongue swept up and down the length of his member. Without a warning, he pushed his hips hard against her. She bucked only for a split second and took him into her throat. Gabriel felt the warm breath of the slave in his private area and was content to just hold her there. She picked up her tongue work fast again, even though it could not have been comfortable with the collar to have his stiff cock pushing into her throat.
In his mind he tried to picture how many times this woman had done this before to get to the skill level she was at now. As her tongue darted along his cock, licking along the shaft, trying to reach as far to the tip as she could, then going back down again.
He slowly started fucking her face, enjoying her moans and grunts even more than her actual manipulation of his organ moving in and out her mouth. Getting a bit rougher, Gabriel made her choke slightly sometimes. He got the feeling that she would perform better if she wouldn’t have the collar on. Searching with his fingers, he found a small but very sturdy lock on the collar. He would require an unseemly large tool to get rid of that.
He pulled out of her mouth and took a step back. Her pussy was glistening, she was panting a little, licking her lips; her legs still spread wide. Little whispers of “please” came over her lips, over and over again. She seemed to be even more aroused by this. In his experience he had met a few women who were into BDSM, very few who wanted to be slaves and only one who was getting off more on being used then on actual sexual stimulation. This was the second one of the latter type, he had met now, and the first had never led further than conversation.
This experience was wonderful for him. He had imagined this a few times and read about it, but this feeling was one of the best things he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Moving behind her and grabbing the collar from behind, he felt that it was made like a pipe. It would not budge even as he tentatively tried to squeeze it. He pulled her upwards. She quickly got the idea and rose to her feet. Able to see her nicely shaped ass now, he gave her a quick slap on it. She yelped out of surprise. Her buttocks were firm, her skin smoothly soft. She must have worked out often to have such a physique, he thought. His mind wondered what training this slave was getting, considering all the different things she was doing. She endured a more strict bondage than he would even try on an experienced submissive, she was extremely skilled with her mouth, had a great physique and strong limbs.
He pulled her around, facing the bed, and then gave her a rough shove. A squeal escaped her mouth as she fell onto the bed, unable to soften the impact with her hands. Her legs flailed a little and he held them down then pulled them apart as he got onto the bed behind her. She cooperated instantly, spreading her legs wider as he positioned himself behind her. He rubbed his cock against her pussy lips and with her faced pressed into the bedding only muffled moans escaped her mouth. He felt her trying to move closer by wriggling her shoulders while keeping her legs apart obediently. Without waiting any longer, he pushed into her hard and fast.
A couple of his partners got fed up with him because he waited too long with his orgasm; they felt raw after a while. He simply enjoyed the act of sex, while the orgasm was just a tiny point in the whole game. So he prolonged the actual fucking for as long as he could.
He slowly moved in deep strokes in the slave’s pussy, then kept getting faster, until his hips slapped against her butt, and then stopped, just before his cock would slip out.
“You were ready to be fucked the moment I stepped into the room, weren’t you slave?”
An affirmative grunting and moaning was audible. Then he started moving again, this time smaller movements, with his cock buried deeper inside her. He kept doing this for a few minutes, enjoying the soft, warm pussy around his cock. He stopped a bit sometimes, which prompted the slave to unconsciously move her hips and legs a little, hoping to feel a tiny bit friction. Then he moved more, in slow steady thrusts, his pelvis pushing against her ass each time.
Without any warning, he pulled out. A disappointed and frantically pleading groan came from among the bedding.
Pulling her legs together, he flipped her on her side, pushed her legs up to her body and got her to kneel on the bed by flipping her up. He shed the rest of his clothes then got in front of her, parting her knees. Being face to face with whoever he had sex with was a big enjoyment for him, not being able to see her eyes was very unfortunate though, he liked watching the eyes of his submissives while he fucked them. Slowly he slid back into her pussy, and then wrapped her legs around his waist.
With one hand, he held her lower back, just below the strap that was underneath her breasts. With the other he pinched her left nipple, as he slowly kept moving his hips, fucking her deeply, moving most of her weight just with his thighs. She was surprisingly light; he could have easily lifted and held her under one arm. The grip of her legs was firm, and she played along, moving her hips and legs in union with him.
“Master,” she whispered, “would you permit me to massage your cock with my cunt?”
“Show me what you mean by that, slave.”
“Yes Master.”
She began to move the muscles in her pussy, contracting them as pushed into her, then relaxing them again as he pulled out. The feeling was astonishing. She felt tighter than anyone he had ever had sex with before. The feeling of her cunt massaging his cock that way was bringing him close to the edge.
He crushed her lips with a passionate kiss, eagerly she kissed him back. Again she turned out to be an excellent at the task, darting her tongue into his mouth, licking along and over his tongue, and then withdrawing and feel his tongue invade her mouth while she sucked on it gently. She was trying to push her breasts against his chest, but with his hand on her left nipple, still tweaking and pinching, he kept her from coming closer to him. Still it did not stop her from trying.
The sensation of her movements and her panting overwhelmed him. A white hot flare flashed behind his now closed eyelids and he came hard and long.
She sensed it and stopped moving, leaning forward with her lips on his left shoulder, kissing, licking lightly. Her breath came in short spurts, her chest lifting and falling against his. This felt so good that he just held her there for a while.
Slowly he slid out of her, coaxing a sigh from her throat as he did so. Slowly he let her slide down next to him then lay down.
“Are you satisfied, Master?”
“Yes,” he replied. She couldn’t see the content smile on his face.
“Did you come, slave?”
“No master, I am just a slave. I am only here to please you. Pleasing you gives me pleasure.”
“Would you like to come, slave?”
She bit her lip.
“Very much so, Master.”
She was not far from it; he could feel how she already quivered at his touch. Gently, he felt between her legs and she opened then more to give him easier access. Her clit was standing out, rock hard from between her folds. He slowly stroked it.
Little moans and fragments of “yes” and “thank you master” came out the slaves’ mouth. He was amused by that and kept stroking her slowly. She tried pushing her sex to his hand, but he slapped her pussy once and she got the message to stay put.
The slave began to move in the rhythm of his hand’s movements. He kissed her lips that tasted sweet for some reason he could not fathom. She returned the kiss, wanting and greedy for his touch.
His hand started to flick over her sensitive areas faster, she stopped kissing back with the strength she put in before and was panting fast now.
“Please master, please allow me to cum.”
He had not thought about giving permission. She obviously was holding back for a while. He found it marvelous, as she was writhing on the brink of orgasm, trying to obey his commands.
“You have my permission, slave.”
She came with a loud breathy scream. The slave kept on screaming and grunting, pushing her crotch on his hand, rubbing it against his moving fingers. He watched her doing this for a while until she started to calm down. He wondered how many orgasms she had had. Something else pricked his curiosity as well.
“How long ago did you have your last orgasm?”
“It has been nine days, Master. Mistress told me she wanted me to be randy and slutty for this evening, for your enjoyment. Did you enjoy me Master?”
The question was asked almost fearfully.
“What would happen if I did not enjoy you?”
“I would have to be severely punished, Master,” she replied, “for failing to do what I live for. My Mistress is very strict on that and would have me whipped unconscious several times for failing to please such an important guest, Master.”
This perked up his curiosity even more.
“Is that what your Mistress said: An important guest?”
She tried to nod and failed, and answered with a short “Yes Master.”
Interesting, he thought. Now he was even more convinced that they had the wrong guy. Well this little adventure had been fun while it lasted. Tomorrow he would clear this up and go home to his little place and his little desk. It would be unlikely that he would see this well trained creature again, which he regretted deeply.
It had been a long day; he was tired from the trip, the worries and now the nightly activities. He moved himself into a more comfortable position as he intended to go to sleep.
“Master,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“Do you wish to sleep now?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Would you please secure me for the night then?”
His brow furrowed but of course she could not see that.
“What do you mean?”
“In the case on the dresser you will find two leather straps, a small piece of chain and a padlock with key. Please strap my legs together, above the knees and around my ankles. Wrap the chain around one of the bedposts and attach the ring at the back of my collar to it with the lock. And please gag me again, Master. I think the gag is on the floor next to the bed.”
“What if I’d prefer you this way?”
She swallowed.
“It is your choice Master, my Mistress has told me to beg you to secure me for the night though. You can leave me like that until I get picked up as well, so I will not be in your way. Please master, secure me for the night and gag me, so you can rest peacefully without a chance of me disturbing your sleep.”
Considering it, he reached the decision quickly to do it and got up from the bed. He found the items along with some clamps, a small whip and some more rope and other paraphernalia you would find in a typical encounter of dominant and submissive. He was too tired to make use of it all and had ignored it earlier for the same reason.
He took the straps and buckled the one for the ankles, then the one for the knees tightly around her legs. Checking if they were secured, he wanted to look for the gag when the slave spoke up.
“Please Master, make them really tight, Mistress would not like it if I wasn’t bound extremely tight.”
“What about you, slave? Which one do you like better, loose or tight bondage?”
She bit her lip again, a sign he thought that she was going to say something that usually embarrassed her to admit it.
“The tighter, the better I like it, Master. I especially love chains as they bite into my flesh and give me no room at all to move.”
His personal preference was chains too, for the same reason. In ropes you could always stretch a bit; they give, even if it’s just a tiny bit. Steel chains with a certain link size are merciless, keeping the captive in exactly the same position and exactly as tightly bound as you made the chains.
Pulling the ankle strap one notch and the knee strap two notches tighter, Gabriel heard a sharp intake of breath as the knee strap bit into the top parts of her long shiny boots. The chain was wrapped in some sort of nylon cloth except for one link on each end. This kept the chain from rattling and damaging anything. The ornaments on the headboard there were made out of the same heavy metal the bed posts were. It came to him that this must be on purpose. With a quick swoop he grabbed the gag from the floor then lay back down beside her, only leaving on a dim light just over the bed.
Looking at the gag and then her mouth he was not certain it would fit. It came out a bit roughly, but still within the limits of what he was used to. Now her mouth looked tiny in comparison to the large black rubber ball in his hand.
“Please gag me Master, before I beg you to fuck me more.”
“I might enjoy having you beg me to do more things to you.”
She seemed in a miserable position in her mind.
“Master, I would like to beg you to whip me, fuck me, and use my body in every possible way imaginable that brings you any kind of pleasure. But I also know that Mistress Nadine would be very angry at me if I kept you up because I wanted to please you so badly. Please gag me, so I won’t be tempted and you will be rested for tomorrow.”
“Very thoughtful of your Mistress. Looking at how well she has trained you, I think I will take her advice.”
“Thank you master and good night.”
“Good night, slave,” he said and pushed the gag in between her teeth.
It took a bit more force than he was used to. As it slipped behind her teeth, he thought it would be impossible for her to expel it without the use of her hands. None the less, he secured it back with the small pegs on either side of her mouth.
Satisfied with her being secured, he lay down on his back and pulled her close, so her breasts rest against the side of his chest. Her soft behind was under his left hand and he sighed. This is something I could get used to, went through his head before he fell asleep.
