Clare again woke from strange dreams; dreams filled with large penises and orders being put to her that no matter how unpleasant simply made her feel filled with desire. Her alarm clock rang and she opened her eyes and reached across to switch it off. This time she was faced with the 10 inch vibrator and her bed time reading from the night before, Better Fellatio, given to her courtesy of her new boss, Graham.

As Clare rose she rubbed her bottom, still slightly sore from the morning where Graham had spanked her. She would be sure to be on time for work today. That was not going to happen again if she could help it.

Clare quickly showered and dressed in the second set of the slutty clothes she now felt compelled to wear, before making her way to work. When she arrived at quarter to nine she walked to the elevator, pressed for the tenth floor and waited. Two male members of staff stood with her, both of whom smiled at her appearance and shamelessly looked her over. A middle aged woman stood next to them and looked at her disapprovingly.

The elevator doors opened and she walked in followed by the others. As the doors began to close she heard a man’s voice shout ‘Wait,’ and one of the men in the elevator stopped the doors with his hand. A man entered and Clare saw with a look of annoyance that it was Bill Jennings.

‘Thanks,’ Bill said to the man, and made his way to stand besides Clare, who had stood with her back to the rear of the elevator, her hands folded across her chest to prevent her bum or nipples being leered at. The doors closed and both of the other men and the woman turned to face forwards, with the men occasionally glancing around to try to catch a look at Clare’s tits or legs surreptitiously.

Bill stepped closer to Clare and she felt him quietly and unobserved allow his right hand to explore her right bum cheek. If this had been last week there would have been fireworks. However now her reactions to such behaviour were far different. Clare half expected fearfully that she was about to put her hands on her head and throw out her chest and bottom. To her surprise she didn’t. In response she therefore tried to react in character and turn to Bill to slap him and make sure everyone there new exactly what was going on. Unfortunately she couldn’t. Instead she found herself step closer to Bill so that where his hand was could not be observed, before again sticking out her bottom, and then turning to him to smile and mouth, ‘Thank you,’ quietly.

She hated the way Bill smiled back at her as he squeezed the jutting cheek playfully. Her behaviour confused her, but as she could not remember her programming the previous Friday by Graham this was unsurprising. In fact she was merely unconsciously obeying his instructions: being unable to defend herself against sexual harassment, being unable to draw attention to what was happening, in fact conspiring with it. This was superseding the instruction to pose with her hands on her head whilst there were so many people in close proximity.

The elevator stopped for the fourth floor and the two men got out, both with a glance back at the sluttily dressed secretary, next to whom Bill Jennings stood with a smile on his face.

The elevator doors closed briefly again, before stopping almost immediately on the fifth floor. This time the middle aged lady got out, with another disapproving look back at Clare and her mode of dress.

As soon as the elevator doors closed and they were left alone, Clare stepped forward, planted her feet shoulder width apart and then put her hands on her head and stuck out her bum and chest. Bill didn’t need a written invitation and stepped behind Clare with a ‘Wow’ and reached around to again begin to fondle her breasts as he had two days before.

This time the elevator stopped on the seventh though. Bill quickly let go of Clare and stepped back besides her. He kept close to her, however, and continued to allow his hand to explore her jutting bum. Clare immediately put her hands down at her sides and stopped jutting out her breasts but continued to jut out her bottom for Bill’s hand compliantly. She was fuming with anger inside at her behaviour, and at the bizarre arousal the embarrassment her behaviour was causing her. But when she yet again attempted to express it to the groping man at her side she simply smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

The elevator doors then opened to admit Keith Hutchinson. ‘Oh. Hi Bill. You might as well come straight up to the tenth to my office. We need to discuss the sales strategy for the Japanese deal again. You know Clare don’t you?’ Keith said, looking at her with a smile.

‘Yes, of course,’ Bill replied, quietly removing his hand from Clare’s bum cheek. The two men sniggered, and Clare found herself able to cease sticking out her butt.

‘I like your new dress for the office, Clare,’ Keith said. ‘Oh, and thanks for dropping the case. Graham told me you had decided to. He said you’d be coming around to my office about ten-ish this morning to talk about it. Just to let you know that would be fine.’

Clare was shocked and even more angered by this. Graham had what? Clare immediately tried to tell Keith that she had done nothing of the sort and intended to pursue the claim against him for sexual harassment with vigour. Instead she smiled and politely said, ‘Thank you.’

She still remembered how Keith had allowed his hand to stray. She had been delivering some memos to his office and he had patted her on her bum – it was a day when she had chosen to wear one of her pencil skirts that showed off her bum nicely. Nowhere near as nice as her present mode of attire but enough to cause Keith to take leave of his senses and touch her. She had then gone on to report it to Hilary Hayes in HR who had been extremely helpful in getting together the claim for her.

‘That’s okay, Clare,’ Keith said with a look of thoughtful curiosity on his face. ‘I’ve got little on at ten anyway.’

The elevator stopped for the ninth floor and Bill suddenly said, ‘Keith can I come up in five minutes please? I would just like to get off here and have a word with Clare if that’s alright?’

‘Sure,’ Keith replied.

‘Clare, can I just speak to you for a minute?’ Bill said

‘Well I really don’t want to be late,’ Clare replied, fearing being left alone with Bill. ‘Mr Sanderson can be angry.’

‘That’s alright, Clare,’ Keith said, ‘I’m just going to speak to him now. I’ll explain how you got delayed.’

Clare felt she had no choice but to get off the elevator and talk to Bill, so did so hoping the public area would discourage any more hand wandering.

As the elevator doors closed and they were alone Bill said, ‘Look, Clare, I really like you and I can see that you appear to like me now, whether it’s because you have heard about my impending promotion to the board I don’t know.’ Bill obviously threw this in as a sweetener, but Clare simply continued to look at him with a stony gaze. ‘I was wondering whether you would like to go out to dinner tonight?’

Clare laughed and then looked Bill up and down like she were looking at some kind of freak. His expensive suit didn’t hide the fact that he was hardly a great catch. He was only around five eight in height, probably around 210 pounds with a paunch and had receding hair. She couldn’t believe his audacity in asking her out on a date, even after what had happened. Just because she apparently couldn’t stop him from groping her like she had before. She remembered the time prior to his transfer two months ago (what she thought had been his dismissal). How he had touched her bum in the elevator, but how that time she had responded with a slap and a cry of ‘pervert’. That had been the topic of another discussion with Hilary Hayes.

Based upon recent experience she half expected to hear herself accept his offer of a date instead of say what she wanted to however to her surprise it came out. ‘I wouldn’t go on a date with you if you were the last man on earth. You have got to be easily the ugliest guy in this company. Go look for some dog that’s more suited to you.’

As she said this she watched Bill’s face change from a smile, to a crestfallen look, to one of anger. ‘So what was all that in the elevator today and on Monday?’ Bill said.

Clare shrugged her shoulders. ‘Just a game I suppose,’ she said. This was more like it.

Bill turned with a glare at her and walked to his office after mouthing something unpleasant about her. Something Clare was not unused to hearing.

Clare felt really pleased with herself as she got back into the elevator and pressed for the tenth floor. She would no longer have to worry about Bill’s hands wandering anymore. Perhaps things were getting back to normal.

As Clare seated herself at her desk and switched on her computer Keith Hutchinson emerged from Graham’s office. He cast a strange look over to Clare that she did not particularly like on his way out. It was a sort of leering smile, and he said on the way past, ‘Look forward to seeing you later, Clare, about tenish wasn’t it.’

Clare was fuming. She would give him a piece of her mind one way or another, despite everything that had happened. She would find a way. She was determined.

Suddenly the intercom went off and Graham’s voice startled her. ‘Please come into my office, Clare.’

Clare teetered into the office on her two inch heels as instructed and walked over to Graham’s desk.

‘Please come around this side and stand here,’ Graham said indicating the area of the desk at his immediate right side.

Clare walked around the desk as instructed and stood at Graham’s right.

‘Now face the desk and bend over with your legs straight and lean on it with your hands and elbows. Also arch your back down and stick your butt out.’

No matter how much she tried Clare couldn’t get out of the habit through years of independence of attempting to respond with verbal abuse to such a demand. And so inevitably before finding herself turn to face the desk and bend over she found herself smile and say, ‘Thank you’. She then turned to face the desk, locked her legs straight and bent over from the hips. When rested on the desk with her hands and elbows she then brought her back into a concave arch and stuck out her butt pertly.

Graham swivelled his chair to face her, placed his left hand on her hip and his right on her left bum cheek. As he began to caress it, smoothing his hand up and down the round peach and squeezing it he said, ‘I’ve just been speaking to Keith Hutchinson. I forgot to mention yesterday that I had arranged for you to have a meeting with him in order to apologize for your behaviour last month after he molested you. He said he mentioned it to you in the elevator and that you looked slightly surprised – before thanking him for the opportunity politely.’ Graham sniggered as he said this, and continued to feel the lovely round peach presented so beautifully to him.

‘Make sure you attend the appointment won’t you? When you do you will say that you apologize for reacting the way you did when he molested you and you apologize for pursuing the action against him. Also, you will say that you will make sure that neither happen again. Oh, and make sure you do everything he asks you nicely,’ Graham said firmly. ‘Secondly, make sure that you go down to HR at lunch and inform Hilary Hayes of your decision to not continue the case.’ Then patting the jutting bum cheek he said, ‘Now please pick up these dictation tapes and get to work.’

Clare immediately did was she was asked and went out of the office to her computer, fearfully and angrily thinking of what she was going to be required to do later in the morning when she was with Keith. Hopefully it would just be a polite conversation and he would let her go soon after and behave professionally and respectfully. There was at least one positive from Graham’s instructions. He had asked her to do precisely what she planned to do anyway. Have a talk with the one person she felt may be able to assist her. Hilary Hayes.

Ten o’clock came quickly without further event other than lots of typing on Clare’s computer. She informed Graham she was going to Keith’s office on the intercom. He replied with a patronising, ‘Good girl. See you later.’

She then made her way to Keith’s office down the corridor and entered the outer office where his attractive red head secretary was seated typing, though dressed somewhat more modestly than Clare. Her name was Angie. Clare remembered once having a heated discussion with her in the staff canteen over her working as a personal secretary. Clare had suggested to her that she was possibly screwing Keith for a higher salary. Clare had told her she would hate to be at any guy’s beck and call instead of being in the typing pool and having some independence. Understandably Angie didn’t like the comment and had not spoken to Clare again before now. Clare hated having to walk passed her dressed like this now as Graham’s secretary.

As Clare passed Angie glanced at her and shook her red mane with a look of disapproval on her face at Clare’s clothes, before turning her gaze back to her computer screen. ‘He’s expecting you,’ she said to Clare without looking up.

‘Thank you,’ Clare said sarcastically and opened the door and walked in.

‘Just turn the sign to “do not disturb” before you enter please, Clare,’ Keith said.

Clare immediately found herself return to the door and change the sign from “available” to “do not disturb”. As she did she caught sight of Angie still typing staring at her computer screen, but now with a slight smile on her face.

After closing the door Clare walked over to Keith’s desk where he was seated. His room was similarly designed to Graham’s and a similar size, with a slightly more ornate desk, but also with a settee and two chairs around a small coffee table.

Keith, like Graham was in his mid forties, though had slightly greyer hair. He was around the same height and also around the same build. She thought that he would be considered quite good looking for his age, and the presence of his company stature and the expensive suits he wore accentuated this as they did with Graham.

‘Please sit down,’ Keith said.

Clare immediately seated herself as indicated opposite Keith.

‘Now as I say I heard from Graham about your decision. Would you like to elaborate,’ Keith said smiling.

Clare desperately wanted to tell him she was not going to drop the case but was going to still have him for thousands, and have him fired. Instead, after smiling and politely saying ‘Thank you’ she continued. ‘I’m sorry for reacting the way I did when you molested me, and I’m sorry for pursuing the case against you.’ She then gulped, feeling herself blushing profusely. ‘I will make sure neither happen again.’ Clare paused and took a couple of deep breaths to relax and calm herself. The embarrassment of doing what she had just done was arousing her appallingly. ‘Can I go now?’ she said standing.

Keith also stood and walked around his desk to face Clare. He looked her over as he did so. She truly made a delicious, if slutty looking, site. She was clearly wearing an uplift bra, as her large breasts seemed to stick out enormously, and the shape of the nipples was clearly visible through the tiny fitted white vest top she wore. Even during the short space of time she had been in the office her nipples appeared to have budded considerably and were standing out with perfect definition through the top. Keith couldn’t help wondering how this was achieved through two layers of material.

Keith also loved the way the tiny black stretch mini skirt showed off her bum and allowed the full length of her long legs to be visible to the crotch. Her curves clearly defined by the garments were also perfectly complimented by the two inch stiletto heels and the garish red lipstick and nail varnish. ‘What a perfect little office slut you are,’ Keith thought as he approached her. ‘How as Graham done this?’ he found himself thinking.

‘Just before you go there’s one thing I want to check,’ Keith said. ‘You’ve promised never to react in such a way again. Let’s just see if you mean it.’ As he said this Keith raised his hands and placed them on the jutting breasts.

Immediately as Clare instinctively went to step back and stop Keith she reacted to her programming, standing with her feet shoulder width apart and putting her hands on her head, before jutting out her bottom, and her breasts against the groping hands. She realised the complete helplessness and vulnerability of her position even as she did this. She was now no longer in an elevator with the hope of the doors opening to stop or interrupt the molestation. She was now alone in a room with her molester and a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the outside meant there would be no interruptions to whatever he wanted to do with her.

‘Well, well. What do we have here?’ Keith said as he began to massage the breasts, enjoying particularly the feel of the budded nipples against the palms of his hands. After a few seconds of gentle rhythmic massage Keith moved his hands to their sides of the breasts and then allowed the first finger and thumb of his hands to gently tweak the budding nipples. There was a sharp intake of breath from Clare before she replanted her feet, and then thrust out her breasts into Keith’s hands with greater effect, a look of anguish on her blushing face at her helpless behaviour. Keith noted this with some puzzlement, but equal delight, and was in no way dissuaded from continuing.

He found himself licking his lips in satisfaction. He didn’t know how Graham had done this. It was incredible. But he had never been one to miss an opportunity. He therefore allowed his hands to move down from Clare’s breasts to her waist, before pulling out the vest top from under her belt and raising it slowly until it was over her breasts, where the stretchy fitted material kept it in place there. Keith could now see why her nipples had budded through the top so clearly as he saw the ragged holes cut in the uplift bra to allow them to protrude.

‘My, my,’ Keith said. ‘You do like to have your nips on show don’t you? You really are a first class slut.’ He then again placed his hands on the lovely large jutting breasts and gently massaged them, before yet again moving his hands to their sides to tweak the now naked nipples between finger and thumb firmly. Yet again there was an intake of breath from Clare, before she readjusted her position and thrust out of her breasts as she instinctively attempted to move.

Stepping forward Keith smiling slid his hands around her back to find the clasps holding the bra in place. He then slowly unclipped them. As the last of the three was released Keith let it go and watched the bra spring forward under the combined tension of the large breasts and Clare’s posture. Moving his hands back to the front of the girl he allowed his fingers to take hold under the cups and then slowly began to raise them away from the breasts. As he did this he took particular satisfaction in the blushing anguished look on the girl’s face as she watched herself being disrobed. Finally the full breasts fell free from the cups with a satisfying bounce, and Keith then tucked the bra cups under her vest top out of the way before again taking hold of the breasts and recommencing his rhythmic massage.

For around a minute or so Keith enjoyed watching the helpless girl’s reactions and readjustments of position as her naked breasts were massaged and kneaded and their nipples occasionally tweaked. Then moving closer to Clare Keith put his arms around her waist and pressed her passionately against him kissing her bruisingly. Clare inside wanted to resist, to keep her mouth closed and pull her head away. But her unconscious programming interpreting such a response as resistance forbade it, and instead she found herself passively conspiring, opening her mouth to allow the invasion and exploration of his tongue and her head in place so as not to escape his attentions.

As he continued to kiss her Clare felt Keith’s hands move down over her jutting bum, stoking and squeezing the cheeks, before moving to their base to find and take hold of the hem of her skirt. With one movement the tiny stretch mini skirt was pulled up around her waist, where it was again left as a second belt, before Keith’s hands then grasped her panties and tugged them quickly down allowing them to fall around her stilettos.

Clare inside was now beside herself. No matter how much she wanted to she could not resist Keith’s attentions, which were worsening by the second. Instead there was this constant co-operative behaviour that despite its frequency she still could not help feeling shocked by. There was also that damned arousal again, which was now building to a crescendo stimulated by the embarrassment and humiliation of what she was enduring.

As she smouldered with impotent anger at herself Keith had proceeded to temporarily release her. He took a step back and reached around to take hold of the chair on which Clare had been seated. Pulling it over to him he seated himself before taking hold of Clare at the hips and guiding her to sit on his lap with her back to his left arm.

When Keith let her go Clare was just able briefly to move and was just contemplating making a run for the door. However Keith had seated himself and taken hold of her to guide her to his lap before she had barely moved her hands from her head. So instead she found her hands automatically go back again to her head, and her bum and breasts again were thrust out. This time however both were naked and unprotected.

Keith needed not further invitation. He allowed his left hand to knead and squeeze Clare’s jutting left bum cheek, and as he did so raised her large, right breast in his other hand, enjoying the weight of it and guiding the budding nipple to his lips. Pressing his face against the breast he then began to suck and chew the nipple hungrily. His right hand moved to the other breast so that he could simultaneously knead, rub and massage that as he sucked her right tit. There was another sharp intake of breath from Clare in response to this, and she felt herself throw out her breasts against Keith’s ministrations more effectively in response to her latest useless instinctive attempt at resistance.

Clare was aware she was now on the edge of an orgasm. The embarrassment and humiliation at the way she was being so boldly and mercilessly taken advantage of and used like this had been steadily arousing her. She wanted to plead with Keith to stop, but knew she could not. She also desperately tried to think of something else to avoid the impending climax. But the feeling of her right nipple being so rudely and roughly chewed and sucked and her other breast being so roughly manhandled was too much for her. Groaning an ‘Ohhh no!’ Clare felt herself go over the edge. Her body tensed and jerked forward rhythmically as she moaned ‘Ohhhh!’ ‘Ohhhh!’ in unison.

Realising what had happened Keith moved his right hand down and then up between Clare’s legs. She instinctively tried to clamp them together immediately, but her unconscious programming again made her do the opposite and spread them to accommodate him. Keith’s hand of course found Clare’s pussy to be saturated.

‘Stand up,’ Keith said with his voice now shaky with lust, and his face set in a visage of pure need. As Clare rose so Keith rose also, and pressed her under her ribs back against his desk. When her butt hit the desk he carried on pushing her making her lie back over it, her legs coming up either side of him. Keith then roughly took hold of Clare’s legs under the knees and forced them up, saying, ‘Bring your knees up to your chest, Clare,’ as he did so. Clare felt herself obediently do as he asked, however tried as she brought her knees up to close them to spare herself some dignity. The act in itself was useless as Clare’s unconscious mind resisted. This was easily assisted by Keith who seeing her confused intent roughly took hold of her knees and forced them apart instructing her as he did. ‘Spread your legs wide as well, Clare. Yes. Stay like that. That’s beautiful.’

Clare found herself helplessly doing as instructed. Her knees were raised up as far as she could, and spread wide. She was now maddeningly aroused by the humiliating position she was in before Keith, and unable to now move after his instruction to ‘stay like that’. Her saturated pussy gaped and ached with the need to be filled, and she new if it was so much as touched she would orgasm again.

Keith now had the look of a starving animal about him as he gazed down at her pussy almost drooling, and fumbled with the black pants he was wearing to undo the belt and drop them. When he eventually did Clare saw to her horror that the bulge she had seen and felt in his pants was made by the most enormous erection. Keith’s dick appeared larger than Graham’s both in length and girth. She estimated it must have been at least nine inches long and a good two and a half to three inches in diameter. What was it with men in this company and them having such large dicks?

After dropping his boxers Keith took hold of Clare around the outside of her thighs and pulled her down the desk towards him until the glands of his enormous dick nudged her needy pussy. Clare immediately found a wave of orgasm begin to engulf her prompted by the feeling of the glands touch her wet lips. As she began to moan in a mixture of shame and pleasure she heard Keith say, ‘Now, you gorgeous teasing little slut. Let’s teach you what a damn good fucking feels like.’ She then watched and felt Keith ram the engorged phallus into her. This made the orgasm complete, and Clare threw her head back with an enormous, ‘Ohhhhhhh!’

As she slowly recovered from the orgasm she looked down to watch Keith after readjusting his footing begin to fuck her aggressively with the huge shaft. After a few pumps to lubricate his cock fully and relax Clare’s tight inexperienced pussy he then rammed forward thrusting the full nine or so inches of his cock to the hilt.

Clare emitted a cry of helpless pleasure and pain as she felt and watched her poor pussy being fully impaled on the giant cock. With a wild look of need on his face Keith now began to fuck Clare with the full length of his cock with quick thrusting movements. As he did so the rhythmic sound of slurping and slapping filled the room, accompanied by Clare’s helpless little moans with each impaling thrust.

Eventually after a couple of minutes the fucking combined with the helpless shameful indignity Clare was feeling brought her to another orgasm. Helplessly she found herself bucking in rhythm to Keith’s thrusts as she climaxed with a loud moan.

Keith then decided to readjust the position, taking hold of Clare’s left ankle and pulling it out behind him before grabbing her right ankle and throwing it over his right shoulder. This resulted in Clare being forced to lean on her left side, her large breasts falling to her left with gentle wobble. Taking hold of her right thigh to hold her Keith then recommenced the aggressive fucking. For a further three minutes there was the rhythmic sound of slurping and slapping accompanied by Clare’s moans before she again reached a shameful orgasm.

Keith then again readjusted the position, this time putting both the stilettoed feet over his shoulders before recommencing the rutting. As before he maintained the position, and the continuous fucking until Clare was forced to come. He then changed position again, bringing Clare’s left leg over his right shoulder so that she was on her left side and continued, both legs held in his surprisingly strong right arm and her right butt cheek being squeezed in his other hand.

Clare was then again aggressively fucked until she came, before the position was readjusted. Over the next fifteen minutes Clare’s position on the table was readjusted a further five times, turning her in a full circle as she was fucked side on, face down, side on again and on her back repeatedly. Each time the position was held until her humiliation was made complete by her being forced to an orgasm. Finally Keith, panting with exhaustion returned Clare onto her back in the position she had started, her knees pulled up as high as possible and her legs spread as wide as possible. He then said simply, ‘Hold this position whilst I finish myself off!’

Clare therefore found herself holding the position as if her life depended on it as Keith, looking down with pursed lips in satisfaction at his work brought himself to his climax. She heard him growl, before feeling the enormous cock fully buried inside her swell even larger, making her think her pussy about to explode. Instead she felt the cock seemingly explode as it discharged in the depths of her body, buried so deep in her that it felt like it was up to her rib cage. Clare threw her head back, hitting the desk as the most enormous orgasm yet hit her, and she cried out louder than ever, ‘Ohhhhhhh!’

After they both took a few seconds to recover themselves and get back their breath. Keith reached down and picked up his boxers and trousers from around his ankles, fastening himself up. Clare remained prostrate on the table feeling weak and shaky from the expansion of energy from her repeated orgasms. She too eventually moved, and then quickly put her panties back on and readjusted her clothes.

‘Well I think that I can be confident you won’t be making any reports about me of a negative nature, Clare,’ Keith said with a chuckle. ‘We will have to arrange to do this again sometime.’

Clare felt herself blushing again, and turning away moved to the door.

‘See you around then. Oh, by the way. Consider the apology accepted,’ Keith said. Then as Clare exited the door he said to himself with a thoughtful look on his face, ‘I think I’m going to have to have a talk with Graham about your strange accommodating change in behaviour. I really do.’

As Clare left the office she caught sight again of Angie who looked up briefly, and then back down to her computer screen, a smile on her face which she appeared to attempt to hide beneath her long red hair. Clare attempted to ignore her and walk past. As she did the woman still continuing to type and looking at her screen said, ‘That must have been a long and interesting conversation, Clare. Lot’s of interesting noises from the room too. This will do your reputation the world of good. You are already a hot talking point as well at the moment.’

Clare stopped at the outer door and looked back livid. ‘What’s wrong, Angie, jealous?’

Angie looked back at Clare coldly. ‘I would never be jealous of a slut like you, and would never even think of behaving like one.’ She then simply continued her work smiling as Clare, filled with impotent anger walked back to Graham’s office.

After composing herself in the ladies for a few minutes Clare made her way to her desk and commenced typing. The next hour passed quickly and at noon she got on the intercom to Graham to inform him she was going to take her lunch break.

‘That’s fine, Clare. I trust you met with Keith earlier. You were rather a long time though,’ she heard a snigger as he said this. ‘Don’t forget to visit Hilary will you.’

‘No,’ Clare said with a smile, ‘I won’t forget.’

Clare made her way to the HR department on the second floor to be greeted by Derek munching a sandwich. His eyes opened wide as he saw Clare walking towards him in her tight fitting skimpy slutty clothes, and then roamed over her shamelessly.

‘Can I help?’ he said with a slightly less respectful tone than on Monday

‘Yes. I want to see Hilary Hayes please. It’s important.’

‘Well she’s on her lunch right now. Can I help,’ he said with eyebrows raising.

‘No thank you.’ Clare said with a cool air. ‘I want to see Hilary and it is important. I think she will take the time.’

Derek got on the phone and after a brief conversation ushered Clare towards the door a little along the corridor, which Clare new from experience was Hilary’s.

Clare walked in to Hilary’s office and was asked to sit down. Hilary was seated at her desk drinking a coffee and reading a paper, and looked up as Clare approached taking a particular if curious interest in Clare’s slutty attire. As Clare seated she said, ‘Interesting clothes, Clare. How can I help you this time?’

Clare looked at Hilary. Hilary was around 35 years old and was the youngest head of department. She was a strong woman, with short blonde bobbed hair who always power dressed in dark suits. It was this powerful appearance that inspired the rumour amongst many of the staff that she was gay.’

‘Well,’ Clare began. ‘First of all I would like to drop the case I have had going against Mr Hutchinson. I have had a kind of change of heart over it.’

Hilary looked at Clare with curiosity. ‘Why?’ she said.

‘I don’t wish to pursue it any more. I talked with Mr Hutchinson about it and it’s now fine.’ Clare did not look fine though and didn’t mind showing it. She then looked down at her hands on her lap. ‘Mr Sanderson asked me to make sure I inform you.’

Hilary watched her body language and the way it suggested there was a lot more to this than was meeting the eye. ‘Is there something going on I need to know about, Clare?’ she said in a concerned tone.

‘Well. Yes. Kind of. But it’s very difficult for me to talk about,’ Clare replied honestly. ‘Recently, in fact since I accepted Mr Sanderson’s job offer to be his personal secretary on Friday I don’t think I have quite been myself. I am been behaving – differently. Doing things I would never have done before.’

‘You mean sexual things? With Mr Sanderson?’ Hilary replied.

‘No!’ Clare found herself almost screech as her unconscious impetus to not report sexual harassment kicked in. ‘No, it’s nothing sexual! I ... I don’t know what it is. I just can’t seem to control my behaviour anymore. I don’t seem to have my own will anymore. I am doing things I would never do; dressing in ways I would never normally dress. And I can’t seem to do anything about it.’

Hilary suddenly looked as though a thought had dawned on her, and smiled. ‘Look Clare,’ she said, ‘why don’t you leave this with me and I’ll look into some counselling for you or something. HR are very concerned to ensure our employees are taken care of. They are a valuable resource. You’re probably just overworked or something.’

Clare did not look convinced but nodded her head. ‘Can you help me?’ she said with a little girl lost look on her face.

‘I certainly think something is going on here, Clare. And I promise you I will get to the bottom of it. Now if you will excuse me I need to get my lunch, I have a busy schedule.’

‘Yes. Certainly,’ Clare said, smiling and feeling more confident then she had over past days and rose and left the office.

Rather than go to the staff canteen and face her ex-colleagues from the typing pool Clare went out for her lunch to a local cafe, as she had for the last couple of days. She returned back to the offices on time despite the period spent with Hilary, and as she walked in to the office Graham was just walking out. He looked a little concerned. As he passed Clare he gave her a glare, as though he was not happy with her at all, but did not say anything. Clare therefore got back to her typing distracted by a horrible feeling of concern.

Graham walked straight past Angie Clarke ignoring her ‘Hello Mr Sanderson’ and straight into Keith’s office. After closing the door he then walked over to where Keith and Hilary Hayes were seated, smiling at him.

‘Well, Graham,’ Keith said, ‘We’re both glad you could come at such short notice to talk. We also both have a theory about what’s been going on with that secretary of yours, and I’m curious to see if we are correct.’

Graham seated himself and took a deep breath. ‘So what do you think is happening then?’ he said.

‘I think,’ Hilary replied, ‘that this secretary of yours has been subject to some form of chemically assisted hypnotic suggestion. We all three of us know here that the company has drugs that can assist such a process. We all know that most of our older molecular designs are stored in the Chem Bank in Nevada. And I checked: a few weeks ago you accessed the bank to obtain a chemical for a research team; despite them only requesting they have access. Now why would a board member go running errands for the foot soldiers? I’m willing to bet that if I dug around I’d find that some Agent Aspect was missing from stock if I went down there, right?’

‘Graham,’ Keith said, ‘The three of us have known each other a long time. We’ve all covered for each other at one time or another in the past. Hilary has done wonders for me blocking Clare’s claim for sexual harassment. She’s had Clare thinking she was supporting her like she was her best friend. Look at the way she helped you out with getting Bill’s temporary transfer after Clare’s first complaint. You know you can trust us. And anyway there’s no point denying it, Graham. I know that what Hilary is suggesting must be right. You suggested to me this morning that Clare would be more amenable in future to a stray hand. That would have been strange enough, but she was a lot more than that. She let me fuck her brains out and was coming like there was no tomorrow. I may be physically fit and a good screw for my age but I’m not conceited enough to believe that was all me. And to say it’s out of character for her to behave like that is got to be the understatement of the millennium.’

‘Okay. Okay.’ Graham said. ‘This is terrible.’ He put his head in his hands. ‘I just got carried away. I just got obsessive over the period of a few months about the girl and what I would like to do with her, and then with knowing about AA – well it was just too tempting.’ He paused for a moment before continuing. ‘What’s going to happen now?’

‘Well we can’t tell anyone or let this go public,’ Hilary said. ‘Think about it? We would have to admit about the drug’s existence, why it was developed and when – think about the coincidences with the lone gunman assassinations? No we can’t. Besides I seem to be the only one of us not to be having any fun with this girl.’ Hilary had a wicked gleam in her eye as she said this. ‘I’m tired of seeming to help her out all the time when I hate the little teasing bitch.’

‘I agree,’ Keith said. ‘Besides after what happened this morning I wouldn’t change the situation for the world. And incidentally Graham have you got any AA left? I would love to give some to my secretary.’

Graham laughed out loud. ‘Well obviously I’m completely agreeable to not revealing this. We will have to keep it a secret as much as possible. Of course all board level staff based here will need to know and be informed why it has to be kept secret. Chances are anyone who knows of AA will guess like you what’s happened anyway. I don’t think we will have much trouble with Douglas and Gerald.’ Graham said this referring to the other two board members who worked at the Texas branch. ‘I will have to make sure I’m more careful with what I tell Clare to do though. Well we all will I suppose,’ he said looking at his two colleagues with a smile.

‘Perhaps there’s one other person we can include and should include,’ Keith said. ‘Bill is going to be promoted to the board soon. He will need to know if all board level staff are to be made aware of what’s happened.’ Keith then laughed. ‘I wouldn’t like to be in Clare’s shoes when he finds out. Bill told me this morning that Clare was very unpleasant with him when he asked her out on a date. He thought her amenability to his hand wandering was some bizarre way of her giving him the come on – poor guy.’

Graham smiled cruelly. ‘I think I have got just the right way for Bill to find out,’ he said. ‘And I think Clare needs a little correction after what she has put me through today anyway.’

Graham returned to his office without so much as a look at Clare, though she noticed he appeared calmer than when he left. A couple of minutes later Bill Jennings came in walking past Clare into Graham’s office. As Clare saw him and caught his eye she mockingly winked and blew him a kiss. Bill glared at her before entering.

Fifteen minutes then passed before Bill came back out. As he passed Clare she stretched pushing out her large tits and licked her lips teasingly, before saying, ‘Doing anything interesting tonight, Bill?’ His response was strange. He smiled at her. She didn’t like the way he was smiling at her at all, and her smug expression dropped to one of concerned curiosity.

‘As a matter of fact I hope to be doing something very interesting tonight, Clare,’ Bill said with a laugh, before walking out.

Clare puzzled for several minutes over the remark before getting back to her typing. There was something very strange about Bill’s reaction. After fifteen more minutes of typing her thoughts were broken by the intercom. ‘Clare please come into my office.’ Graham did not sound in the least happy.

‘Shut the door and come over here, Clare,’ Graham instructed firmly indicating the desk in front of which he stood. Clare did so and as she walked over Graham said, ‘Face the desk and bend over as you did this morning.’ From Graham’s tone she did not feel that he was simply going to feel her up this time. Nevertheless unable to refuse Clare approached the desk, locked her legs straight and bent over resting her hands and elbows on the surface before concaving her back down so as to thrust out her butt pertly.

‘Now,’ Graham said standing at her left side. ‘Stay exactly in the position you’re in. I am quite angry with you, Clare, and feel you need some severe correction.’

There was a loud CLAP!!! as Graham bringing his hand up to shoulder height brought it down on Clare’s right bum cheek. His hand sank into the soft fatty cheek causing a ripple to course through it, and Clare yowled in surprise and pain, but as she tried to move was held rigidly in position by her unconscious mind. There was another loud CLAP!!! as the left cheek was then similarly targeted and a yowl from Clare. ‘What have I done?’ Clare cried out.

‘You nearly caused me some severe problems when you talked to Hilary Hayes today, Clare,’ CLAP!!! ‘She went to Mr Hutchinson, who informed her of your discussion with him this morning’ CLAP!!! ‘and they believe I have you under some kind of hypnotic spell.’ CLAP!!! CLAP!!! ‘So what’s the story, Clare?’ CLAP!!!

‘Awwwww! Please it hurts,’ Clare said as she found herself remaining perfectly in position still with her bubble butt stuck out pertly to take the spanking. ‘I ... I didn’t mean to get you into trouble,’ CLAP!!! ‘Awwww! I didn’t!’

CLAP!!! ‘How many times must I tell you, be honest Clare. What did you do and why?’ CLAP!!!

Clare desperately wanted to reiterate what she had said, but instead she found herself saying, ‘I tried to tell Hilary that you have me in some kind of control and that I can’t help obeying you.’ CLAP!!! ‘I wanted her to help me to somehow get free,’ CLAP!!! ‘Awwwww!’

‘So you were just lying as well, Clare.’ CLAP!!! ‘It will really not do.’ CLAP!!! ‘Can you understand me feeling the need to punish you under such circumstances, Clare?’ CLAP!!! ‘Answer me honestly.’ CLAP!!!

‘Yes, I can understand you wanting to punish me,’ Clare heard herself saying.

‘Good then in that case you can have a final six on your bare bottom. You can be quiet whilst you receive these also, Clare, and remember not to move out of position.’ With that Graham pulled up the stretch mini skirt, and grabbing Clare’s panties yanked them down over her thighs.

As instructed, Clare remained in position, her legs straight, her hands and elbows on the desk, and her back concaved down thrusting out her bubble butt. Graham could see that the butt cheeks still pink from yesterday’s attentions now had hand shaped pinker areas where his attentions had been concentrated in their centres. He then recommenced slowly delivering one stroke per second as firmly as he could.

CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!!

As these stokes were delivered Clare’s only visible response was occasional shaking as she fought with her unconscious mind to move. She lost the fight – and her unconscious mind and body held her there with her butt stuck out pertly throughout. The centres of these cheeks now had livid red hand marks.

Graham got his breath back and then walked over to sit on one of the comfortable chairs. He deliberately left Clare in position for a while to give her a chance to think about the undignified nature of what had just happened and the way she was stood. After thirty seconds of so Graham then gave Clare permission to move and rub her butt. He then asked her to sit opposite him on the settee.

‘Now, Clare, that was the first half of your correction. The second is going to be quite different, though when you find out what it is I’m sure you would prefer it if I spanked you again. First of all as you have been trying to alert someone that something is wrong I feel I need to restrict you a little more. I am therefore instructing you to not attempt in any way to communicate that anything in your behaviour has changed or is wrong from this point on. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir,’ Clare stated gloomily with an air of resignation.

‘And as you are so well held I may as well explain to you why you are behaving the way you are.’ Graham said.

Graham then went on to explain about his use of AA last Friday, what it was, how long and carefully he had planned the entrapment of her, and the commands he had imprinted onto her mind. When he had finished Clare was staring at him wide eyed with her mouth gaping.

‘You can’t be serious? But why? Why did you do that to me?’

‘Because I could and because your a gorgeous little tease that deserved it,’ Graham replied.

‘There must be a cure. There must be a way you can undo what you’ve done. Please don’t leave me like this, it’s awful.’

‘I’m afraid that it’s not so simple, Clare. You can’t undo the affect of AA easily. The commands I gave to you whilst it was in your body exist on such a deep level they can’t be undone. They’re kind of analogous to really deep scars I suppose. Besides I’m enjoying myself immensely, why should I want to? Anyway changing the subject, now that you know all of this it’s time for me to introduce you to the second half of your correction. Sit quietly and listen carefully, Clare.’

Immediately Clare who was about to speak closed her mouth, sat quietly and listened.

‘From this point on you will obey the instructions and commands of all board members of this company, as you do myself. They are all to be informed of your unfortunate position soon. And before you begin to think that any of them may help you believe me they won’t. The drug I used on you is top secret and has been so for years. Board level members of the company know of its existence and they know the implications of it getting out. No one is going to be in too much of a hurry to help you if it involves compromising the company’s security. Besides I suspect most would be more likely to want to take advantage of you themselves. We’ve all experienced your teasing ways at one time or another.’

Graham paused briefly and took a breath. ‘You may also have heard that Bill Jennings is being promoted to a full board member as head of our overseas sales department. Obviously he will have to be informed about you in that position. Anyway, I have thought of a novel way of doing so that will allow me to punish you at the same time.’

Clare looked at Graham with rising dread.

‘You are going to go to Bill’s flat this evening at seven o’clock. Here’s what you are going to do ...’

As she listened Clare’s eyes became wider and wider with horror at Graham’s exquisitely detailed instructions on what she was going to wear, what she was going to say and what she was going to do when she went around to Bill’s flat. It took him a full quarter of an hour to complete his briefing of her. By the time Graham had finished Clare was blushed crimson with embarrassment and humiliation at the thought of doing the things she knew she would be unable to avoid doing.

‘Now, Clare, you’re clear on all of that, aren’t you?’ Graham said.

‘Yes Sir,’ Clare replied shakily.

‘Remember in particular to refer to Bill at all times during the night as Master and to yourself in third person as Clare. You are there to serve. Clear?’

‘Yes Sir’, Clare said again.

‘Here, take this,’ Graham said after reaching in his pocket taking out a folded typed sheet and handing it to her. ‘I wrote this out after I saw Bill a few minutes ago whilst I was thinking about what I could have you do with him. The first half is a list of the equipment and underwear you are to buy from the sex shop. I have a catalogue of theirs in my drawer so the reference numbers will make sure you make the correct purchases. You are sure now that you are clear on what to do with it aren’t you?’

‘Yes Sir,’ Clare replied looking at the list. She wished she wasn’t.

Reading through the list Clare saw below it there was a line of separation, followed by a stranger list of what appeared to be quotes or phrases. She quickly skim read them and found them puzzling and disturbing. They said things like, ‘I submit myself to Bill, my Master,’ and ‘Clare a slut yields herself to Bill her Master.’

‘The second half contains phrases I want you to memorise, Clare,’ Bill said. ‘You will repeat them randomly when you are fucked for the third time if Bill follows my recommendations. So, Clare, do you clearly understand all your instructions?’

‘Yes Sir,’ Clare repeated, her voice wavering.

Recognising the effect this was undoubtedly having on her Graham said, ‘Oh dear. I’ve aroused you again haven’t I? Stand up, lift up your skirt, spread your legs and masturbate. Look at me whilst you are doing so. I want to enjoy your humiliation after the problems you’ve caused me today.’

Despite knowing what she now knew of the reasons for Graham’s control over her Clare helplessly obligingly stood, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, put her right hand down the front of her panties and began to masturbate. She brought herself quickly to an orgasm whilst helplessly looking at Graham. She hated the way she couldn’t remove her gaze from his eyes, and hated the way that the humiliation this induced made the orgasm so much more intense for her.

When Clare had recovered and been allowed to lower her skirt Graham said, ‘Excellent Clare. I’m going to let you finish work early today in order to buy all of the things you’ll need for tonight and prepare yourself. You are clear on where the sex shop is you are to buy the underwear and equipment from aren’t you?’

‘Yes sir,’ Clare heard herself say.

‘Good. Then I think as you’re finishing early I’ll have my daily blow job now so that it’s out of the way. Kneel down.’

Graham unzipped his flies, spreading his legs and extracting his erection as Clare immediately went to her knees.

‘Over here, girl, I shouldn’t have to tell you.’ Graham ordered. ‘Let’s see whether your homework has assisted your technique. You did do your homework as I told you, didn’t you Clare?’

Clare reddened again as she moved over to Graham on her knees obediently. ‘Yes sir,’ she found herself saying.

Once between Graham’s legs Clare took hold of his large dick in her hand and brought her mouth down to it. This time instead of putting it straight into her mouth, though, she began to lick the shaft from base to glands, before pulling back the foreskin to work the tip of her tongue around the glands. Graham moaned in satisfaction. She then allowed the tip of her tongue to dance over the base of the glands at the point where they joined the foreskin, as she now knew the main nerve clusters were situated there. A longer moan came from Graham as he felt and watched the little tongue dart in quick circular motions.

Clare then brought the cock into her mouth and began to suck in greedily, working her mouth up and down, allowing her left hand to reach down and cup his ball sack in the palm and lift them.

Within a couple of minutes of Clare’s improved ministrations Graham was brought to orgasm. Again Clare felt the large cock swell in her mouth before with a grunt of satisfaction from Graham it discharged. This time whether due to her cupping his balls or not the discharge was more vigorous. After three large squirts hit the back of her mouth and she had obediently suckled out any remaining vestiges of sperm Clare felt like her mouth was brimming with it.

Without having to be told she then brought her head back and opened her mouth to show Graham his load, before closing it and swallowing down the mouthful of come in three gulps and opening up again to show him it had gone.

When she had finished Graham ran his hand through Clare’s hair like she were a pet, before finally giving her permission to leave.

After rising from her knees Clare rushed from the office, again her head in her hands despairingly, and went straight to the ladies room to compose herself and cool down. As she did she thought of the last few days events and how it now all made sense. The blank time from last Friday, her inability to defend herself, her slutty clothes and her helpless obedience to Graham’s commands. She thought of how Graham had referred to her as a ‘submissive slut’ yesterday. Well at least she was not really that. At least not willingly.

She then thought of Graham’s instructions about tonight and put her head in her hands again. ‘Oh, no! I cannot possibly do what he’s suggesting with anyone, let alone with him.’ As she said this to herself she thought of Bill receding hair and paunch. Perhaps she could fight it – somehow.