The next morning, Sharon was back at her
desk in the main office, her hands busy on the
typewriter and tiny sparks shooting through
her Kittycat from the electrified dildo up her
cunt. Her Tips were wired back to the
punishing console up at the front of the room,
but Sharon wasn’t going to take a chance of
ever suffering the bite from that. The
experience with the current the night before as
it tortured both her tits and cunt had been
enough to teach the Unclad secretarial s*x
slave that she never again wanted to feel her
body being shocked.
Sharon turned out one completed form after
another with the typewriter all through the long
morning, never letting her fingers stop. Around
her, one of the Unclad secretaries would
occasionally falter, and then the screams would
rip. But Sharon found her groove and stayed in
Lunch gave her a short break and allowed her
work the cramps out of her hands. The meal
was taken in a small cafeteria and the food
was exceptionally good. After thirty minutes of
respite, the Unclad women were at their
typewriters again. When five o’clock came,
they were unstrapped and led off to eat once
more, then it was on to a large latrine and a
welcome shower and piss, then most of them
were taken to the barracks. But Sharon was
stopped in the hallway before she could reach
the room with her bed and told that she was to
be taken to a sales meeting.
“Oh no!” Sharon groaned. “I’m so tired I’m
about to collapse! And if I have to suffer the
electricity again, I think I’ll shrivel up and die!”
“There’s no electricity,” Tara said, taking
Sharon’s upper arm into her hand. The
assistant grabbed Sharon’s other arm and the
secretary was quickly led back down the hall.
“There’s just going to be the sales manager
and a couple of his men, and all three of them
think strictly with their cocks.”
When Sharon was left Unclad in a closed, small
conference with three men, one of them
handed her an enormous dildo and told her to
crawl up onto the table and F**K the bulky
shaft into her cunt. While the men talked
business, Sharon lay nakedly on her back in
the centre of the table, her knees high and
spread, and pistoned the thick phony prick
back and forth in the juicy hole of her Kittycat.
?The men’s words meant little to the secretarial
s*x slave and, for the most part, neither did
Bleeping the thick dildo into her cunthole just a
few feet from their faces. Sharon had long ago
been pushed down into the deepest depths of
shame and humiliation. She had learned to
accept the debasement that she was trapped
in. As the men talked about sales curves and
ways to impress customers, the exhausted
young secretary was actually being allowed to
rest there on her back. And if all it cost to get
that relief from exhaustion and suffering was
the act of reaming out her Kittycat with a
phony Joystick, that was a price she was more
than willing to pay.
There was pleasure in her cunt from the dildo,
and Sharon’s pussyjuices had started to flow.
She could feel the swollen rubber cockhead
and the slight bulges of the simulated veins in
the shaft rub deliciously along her sensitive
inner cunt walls.
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