Sharon stood, quivering with uncertainty,
staring at the tall bookcase on the wall behind
the desk. It was only a couple of minutes
before she heard the door behind her open and
close, and heavy footfalls began approaching
her from the rear. She trembled, not knowing
what was going to happen as a man walked
around and sat down behind the desk.
Chief, as he was simply called by everyone,
was a large man, not as big as the bodyguard,
but everything about him spoke of strength.
His arms, where they stuck out of the sleeves
of the loose agbada he wore, were thick and
muscular. His hair was laced with gray, but
Sharon thought that he wasn’t very old,
perhaps only in his forties.
“Is this her?” he asked, but his eyes never left
Sharon as he looked her over from head to toe.
Once more it seemed as if a pair of eyes were
undressing her, as she felt that her clothes
were melting from her flesh to leave her
“Her name is Sharon James,” Alex said. “She’s
been through the usual stuff.”
“Can she type?” Chief asked.
“She’s an excellent typist,” Chika said. “She
can really make those keys jump and spark”
“She’ll get a chance to do that,” Chief said, the
hint of a dark smile on his face…
His eyes changed, as if he had just made a
“Then I guess we better check the B***h,” he
Sharon’s heart fell. She had hoped that Chief
would somehow turn out to be a relief from
her terrible boss and office manager. But when
he referred to her as a B***h without even
knowing her, Sharon realized that, like Alex and
Chika, the man considered her nothing more
than a s*x slave to torture and abuse. He was
cut from the same sadistic cloth, and Sharon
knew that falling into his grasp would offer her
no freedom or relief. The S#xual torture and
humiliation would go an under her new owner
if chief decided to make her one of his
He ordered her to come around the desk and
Sharon forced herself to move. It was as if her
shoes had glue on the soles, because she had
to struggle to get through each halting step.
But finally she was around the expanse of the
wide desk and was standing at Titus’ side. The
huge man turned in his chair to face her
straight on, then ordered her to turn around.
Frightened, Sharon complied. As scary as it
was facing the strange man, it was even more
unsettling to her nerves to look away.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” he said
sternly, and, groaning, Sharon did as she was
As she reached down for her ankles, she felt
her short skirt slide up over her hips until it
was bunched at her waist. Only the filmy
panties she wore hid her Buttocks, and that
flimsy garment was quickly stripped down to
her knees. The cool air of the room tickled
across her Unclad cunt and asscheeks, and
Sharon moaned from the intense shame.
“She’s got a pretty Buttocks,” Chief said calmly,
as if he was looking over a horse. “But that
doesn’t tell me much. I better check out the
tightness of her cunt.”
Fingers grappled into Sharon’s Kittycat from
the rear, shoving the tender folds to the side.
Then one of the thick digits jammed into her
cunthole. Sharon squeaked from the pain of
He seemed pleased as Sharon’s Kittycat
squeezed down on his finger.
“She’s got a tight cunthole,” he said, swirling
his finger around inside her Kittycat. “It feels
like it would be a good F**K!”
“I can attest to that!” Alex said eagerly.
Sharon groaned. Humiliation filled her. There
she was, her Unclad Buttocks thrust up into
the air and one man finger-Bleeping her
Kittycat while another man was talking about
Bleeping her cunt with his prick.
“Now for the other fuckhole,” he said as he
ripped his finger from Sharon’s tortured cunt.
Then, just a second later, the thick finger
jammed through her sore Buttocks-ring and up
into her shiner. She cried from the biting agony
of her Buttocks being pierced as the finger
speared all the way in. The faint trace of
pussyjuice left on his finger eased, but didn’t
stop, the pain.
“That’s a Goddamned tight asshole,” Chief said
with lusty interest.
Sharon winced at both the lewd talk and the
pain that was shooting through her Buttocks.
As the finger started drawing back out, it hurt
even worse, and tears of pain and shame
began leaking onto her cheeks.
“Okay, you can stand back up,” he said, and
Sharon straightened her back and pulled her
panties up over her Unclad Buttocks.
When he told her to turn back around, she did
so, her skirt falling back across her hips.
“Now let’s see your tits,” chief said smugly.
“No!” Sharon cried. She had been pushed as
far as her humiliated mind could accept. With
her face covered by tears, she wrapped her
arms across her tits, unable to accept any
more of the terrible abuse.
He smirked and reached over to one corner of
his desk. He pushed a button, then leaned
back in his chair. In only a few seconds, a
door opened behind Sharon. There, filling the
doorway completely, was the big bodyguard.
“Yes, sir?” he asked, his voice like low thunder.
“We seem to have added this B***h to our
secretarial staff,” Chief said to the bodyguard
calmly. “And, as usual, the first thing that she
has to be taught is our discipline system for
cunts that get out of line. Would you set it up
for us now, Saka, so we can get that part out
of the way?”
“I’d be happy to, sir,” the bodyguard said,
walking into the room and closing the door
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