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update mai 10 - 2010

Another story by Surtea | stories

M/F, humil, bdsm, exhib, modif

The Man with the Cicar
By Surtea - 2010

surtea@live.co.uk

This is a story for adults – if you are not an adult or cannot tell fantasy from reality please read something else.

Back in the 1960s and 70s a French artist by the name of Joseph Farrel created a sizeable number of BDSM drawings. He felt that the drawings were works in themselves and that people should make up their own stories to go with them. Later the drawings were published with short vignettes by Robert Merodack and others. Joseph Farrel is sadly now dead and much of his work is out of print.

For my own amusement I have written my own short stories to accompany some of the drawings. Here is one of them. Let me know what you think.

This one is for my lovely friend Peter, may it tickle his fancy and stiffen his sinews!

THE MAN WITH THE CIGAR

Incept Intelligence was one of the most discreetly powerful software firms in the City. Many of the top financial firms relied on its market intelligence programs to manage their positions. The firm had a reputation for ruthlessness and unpleasantness. Not to mention extreme misogyny. No woman had ever been employed there in a senior position, though there were numerous in junior spots such as assistants, secretaries and receptionists. All were young and pretty (at least when they were first employed) and all were terrified of speaking out. One woman who had dared to go to the police had simply disappeared; she was rumoured to have ended up in a brothel in some hellhole deep in the Caucasus.

Men joined the company for its spectacular pay and benefits. Bonuses often ran into the millions. Like the women, but for a different reason, men rarely left the company: it was simply too much fun!

When Patrick was asked to join the firm he was delighted. It gave him a vast pay rise and the prospect of tremendous bonuses. His wife, Jenny, was less sure; she’d heard the rumours of the cruel misogynism of the firm. In the end he persuaded her, within a few years they would be rich.

Patrick was off balance from the very first day. His young redhead secretary, Carrie, was dressed entirely inappropriately and made it clear that she was available to him in any way that he could possibly imagine.

He discovered that each of the senior programmers had their own cute secretary who fetched and carried and did whatever was desired. Some were dressed quite normally, others like slutty porn stars, all at their boss’ discretion.

For a while Patrick resisted temptation, thought of Jenny and concentrated on his work with their latest market balancing program. Then one day he came back from a meeting where his boss had punished one of the female junior programmers for some minor miscoding by making her kneel and fucking her face before coming all over it. Finally he had smeared the goo all over her features using his still hard dick. As soon as he got back he ordered Carrie into his office and two minutes later he was fucking her on his desk. She seemed almost eager for him, though he doubted she could want him as much as she seemed to.

His boss, Solly, invited him into his office a couple of days later. Solly’s secretary was in her early forties and was always dressed as an overly made-up slutty schoolgirl. That day she was kneeling on the floor licking her boss’ feet as he puffed on his usual cigar. Patrick’s cock stiffened at the sight of her behind.

Solly explained to Patrick that at the company it was usual for wives to join in company activities once or twice a year. He ordered Patrick to invite his wife to a departmental orgy the following weekend. Patrick explained that there was no way on earth that his wife would consent to such a thing. Solly informed him that anything could be arranged. Patrick doubted it. Not Jenny, no way. She was a schoolteacher and a feminist and ‘departmental orgy’ was not in her lexicon.

A week later Patrick was sent to Singapore for a fortnight, at short notice, to deal with a difficult client. Carrie went with him.

Jenny almost exploded when she saw him off at the airport. There was young Carrie, bouncing up to her husband, in short skirt and tight top and offering to help him with his bag and briefcase. The girl was offering to help him, not to mention looking at him all doe-eyed. There was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and whisper to him to behave as he kissed her goodbye. And why did he have to go off on a Friday afternoon?

Jenny woke up the next morning groggy and disorientated. She was lying on a cot-bed in a small room somewhere. Her head hurt and the bright light was intense. Slowly she tried to stand only to discover she was handcuffed to the bed frame. At least she was still dressed. What had happened?

The door finally opened and Patrick’s boss, Solly, came in, smoking one of his usual cigars.

She screamed at him. “You fucking bastard! Let me go this instant! I’m going to have you in jail for twenty years!”

He backhanded her and she subsided in terror and shock. He undid the handcuff from the bed before fixing her hands behind her back. He tore her skirt clean off, ruining it in the process. He ripped her blouse open sending buttons everywhere. She wore no bra as her breasts were small and firm and it was summer. Next came the panties revealing her trim little bush.

Jenny wailed and sobbed and begged. All to no avail. She was dragged from the little cell into a much larger room. There were two other women there and another man. The women were bound while the man just leered at her.

“Ah, you must be Jenny, Patrick’s wife, so pleased to meet you. I’m Gordon, one of Patrick’s colleagues.” And he came over to greet her. As he could not shake her hands, bound as they were, he fondled one of her little breasts.

“Get away from me, you pervert,” screamed Jenny, trying to kick him in the balls.

“Silly girl,” said Gordon, punching her in the stomach.

Moments later Jenny was bound hand and foot to one of the posts. Solly fussed around her bringing out various pieces of equipment.

“Now, Jenny, the programme for the next fortnight,” began Solly, puffing cigar smoke into the poor woman’s face,

“is that you are going to have your attitude completely readjusted. On Monday you will call in sick to your work and in fifteen days when young Patrick returns from Singapore with the lovely Carrie you will be in his office to greet him. If you are a good girl you can go back to being the loving wife and excellent schoolteacher that I am sure you are.”

“I’ll see you in hell or jail, you fucking bastard!” Jenny screamed.

“I thought that is what you would say. Well scream as loud as you like... We are in a basement room of the office. It is utterly soundproofed and you need an iris recognition program to get in or out. We are going to have a lot of fun together. You know you’re quite pretty and awfully exciting with those perky little tits… As you may not know your husband, my good employee, has agreed to the fortnight’s attitude adjustment therapy, while he is off in Singapore, working hard and being looked after by young Carrie. Meanwhile, we are going to have a great time, you and me!”

“Fuck off, fuck off, you arsehole!”

“If you don’t cooperate with your therapeutic course your husband has agreed to let me punish you severely. One of your first duties when he returns will be to attend his departmental orgy. We place such importance on good teamwork.”

“I am begging you! Please Solly! Let me go! I am afraid!”

Solly ran his fingers over her little bush and down between her legs.

“NO! NO! Stop that… you’re all bastards. Disgusting degenerate bastards!”

“Quiet bitch! Let me introduce you to the others. Gordon you have met. With him is Christine, his pretty blonde secretary. She was once every bit as reluctant as you are now. Gordon likes strapping her into that steel breastplate and hammering out a tune on her tits. Not for any particular reason, just for fun. Her howls just add to the tune. And look how small he has managed to make her waist with those steel and leather panties. You’d think she’d had some ribs removed to get it that small, but no, it is solely down to good training.”

“And on the other side is our former junior personnel manager, Kristy. Kristy got pregnant without her boss’ permission. Now she’s been retrained as the personnel department whore. Her new office is in the middle of the department open plan. It has walls of plate glass and contains absolutely nothing but a large double bed. Her door is always open and she is particularly popular for group meetings. Next week we are starring her in some new staff training videos. She’s seven months pregnant but I reckon we can get another six to eight weeks of sexual torment out of her before she pops. The company is so generous that we are giving her four weeks of maternity leave before we expect her back in her office.”

“But let me reassure you, for you it is going to be different. The first week will be spent breaking you down. I want to see you wriggling and crying and to hear you scream… In the second week we can concentrate on building you back up again as the sexy wife your husband deserves.”

“Fuck off you bastard, you can’t break me...”

“First, for your lovely tits we have this mean little bra, the points should dig neatly into your little titties! The points aren’t that sharp, so as long as you don’t breath too deeply only a few should break the skin. Then for down below... This leather crotch strap contains this magnificent rod that is going to really stretch open your pretty little arsehole. I reckon we’ll have to use a lot of lubrication, at least to start with. That leaves the smaller tube to slide up your cunthole. Once it’s in and the belt is properly tightened off with those little rubber spikes digging into your mound, then we can pump the inflatable dildo till it fills your cunt completely. Should leave both your holes stretched to the limit. Finally I am going to cane your arse.

Jenny fainted for the first time. But definitely not the last.

When Patrick returned bleary-eyed to the office on the Monday morning straight from the airport he felt exhausted. It had been an intense two weeks. He had joined the Mile High Club on the way out as Carrie fucked him in the first class toilet. The work had been demanding and the client difficult but Carrie had kept him entertained every evening. One night she had memorably brought a Chinese girl round and for the first time in his life he had slept with two women. He had been unable to get hold of his wife the entire time and he was getting worried. It was not like her. She must have been really angry at the airport.

As he stumbled into his office he could not believe his eyes. There on his desk was Jenny, legs apart and with her fingers spreading her cuntlips wide. She had on no clothes at all. All she wore were golden rings in her nipples and through her clitoris. The latter stood out clearly from her quite hairless crotch. Between her buttocks he could see the end of a black butt plug. She had on a big smile though he could see a tear in the corner of one eye.

“Hello, darling. Hope you’ve missed me!” she moaned. “Get that big cock out and give me the fucking I need so badly... And you are so naughty... Why didn’t you tell me there was a departmental gangbang this week and that I was the VIP guest? Oh, hurry up and fuck me. And is that hot little secretary of yours there? I’d like to lick her too!”

Patrick gasped but recovered. He stepped forward, unzipping his pants and fishing for his stiffening prick.

“Carrie, get your sweet little arse in here and sit on my wife’s face!”

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