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updated may 16 - 2009

Seezinhai Stories

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

Trapped in a Contract
by Seezin Hai

Seezinhai@yahoo.com





CASSIE -

How it got to this I just don't know. I was supposed to be a star, I guess. I had the talent and the drive. As I stand here now, waiting on an elevator inside the lobby of some fancy skyscraper, I kinda wish things were different. It all started when I met Grey Leeds, the uber-rich tycoon of the entertainment industry. After a night of drinks and hot sex, I was an unbalanced fool. I vaguely remember stumbling around naked in his penthouse, dancing to loud hip-hop music. Before I realized what was going on, he had whipped out a long contract.

"Cassie, baby, I will make you a star. You work for me and you will become everything you ever wanted to be."

I could barely stand, but he still placed a ball-point pen into my hand and guided me to his den. He held my swaying body by the waist, patting my ass, as I staggered across his plush carpeting to the desk. I stood naked and attempted to clear my head and look at what he was talking about.

"Just sign, Cassie, no time for reading. You wanted to be big and now you will be."

I signed the contract and the two of us carried on with the evening.

Three months later, I now ride an this elevator up to a private party. As instructed, I am wearing only a long sundress and flip flop sandals. No underwear and only a light blush on my face...he hated lipstick and nail polish.

"State your business, madam", the large doorman bellowed at the entrance to the penthouse suite.

"I'm Cassie Jones, here under the summons of Mr. Grey Leeds"

The doorman directed me to a side entrance, while other guests who had ridden up the forty-five stories with me entered the main door.

I entered the side entrance hall and their was Jurk. Jurk was a dwarf who always attended these sorts of events. He was hanging up several dresses when I approached.

"Hello, Jurk, so who is this party for...?"

"Shutup, strip off that dress and hand IT and those sandals over! You know the drill! You are a half hour late!"

I knew better than to piss him off. Jurk was Grey's 'twat wrangler', as he described it. Grey told us that whatever he says, goes. In an instant, I pulled my long summer sundress over my head and tossed it to him. I slipped off my thong sandals and Jurk snatched them from my hand.

"I don't know where the boss'll put you, so stand facing the wall. I'll let you know what's what later...don't move from their until then."

I walked, naked to the wall of the small side entrance. It was essentially a large closet. I stood facing the wall with my hands to my sides. I could hear Jurk hang up my dress and toss my sandals into a box. Jurk never paid much attention to our things. Well, seeing as how I hadn't paid for any of it, they weren't really mine. He then pushed me at my butt crack further against the wall. My face, nose, breasts, thighs, vagina and toes were firmly pressed into the cold tile of the hall's wall. The loud thump of the music in the other room, infiltrated my naked flesh as I stood absorbing it's vibrations. I felt like an unruly student and I'm sure I looked like a fool.

It was at this point he left and I was standing silent. I enjoyed the fact that I know longer had to pay rent or bills. And Grey had made certain, I had regular showbiz 'gigs, still, being manhandled had taken a toll on me. Or maybe it was that I hadn't had sex since the time that I had it with Grey. He had forbade me from sexual contact with anyone. No boys, no toys, no girls...not that I swing that way.

LANA -

Fuck, when is this guy gonna bust off, already?! He's been fucking me forever now. I didn't sign up for this, I didn't. But now...it was only eleven, yet I had already been fucked by four guys. This fifth son of a bitch, just wouldn't let up! I figured after he saw me getting blasted doggystyle, he wouldn't want anything to do with me. Boy, was I wrong.

Grey Leeds was like the boss of me, now. I really liked him or at least the lifestyle I was now living, to a point. But every weekend, it seemed I was being forced to fuck his friends and clientele. Many of these guys would never have had a chance with me on the street.
I hated that losers like that and rich, wrinkly old men had free rein on my ass!

"Thwack...Thwack...THWACK!!!"

I winced and moaned with each slap on my bare and upturned ass. Why must all guys slap like that. They slap you on your tits. They slap you on your ass. They slapped on the thighs and armpits. That last blow from this guy made me cry, literally. I couldn't move, I was sweaty and smelly and in short time, I was becoming sleepy. I had learned from experience that nodding off displeased these motherfuckers, so I tried to stay alert. I wiped the tears from my eyes while he continued to plow. Too tired to even raise up with my arms, I just rested my head and tits onto the top of the couch and sobbed. My long blond hair felt like dog hair from the sweat. Finally, the man raised up from behind me.

"Swallow it off me, bitch...clean me up", the fat and sweaty man gasped.

I reluctantly turned around and sucked the dangling residue off his cock. When I attempted to move away from him, the bastard swatted me again, firmly, on my ass cheek. Maybe it was my reddened buttock or the tears clouding my eyes which made him hit me again. Either way, I limped as best I could away from him. My left cheek had taken much of today's thrashing and I could barely make it ten steps without wincing all the way.

Different snob types looked on from the foyer in amusement at the weakened gape of this dumb naked fool. I cried a new round of tears.

MADISON -

"Open your ass, Pig!...you have the cleanest asshole ever. I want my clients to see it"

Grey Leeds stood over me as I bent myself over the table. Whatever he wishes, is my command. Grey pushes my chin to the mahogany table and holds me down, by pressing his palm in between my shoulders. I reached back and grabbed a handful of my ass, spreading my self out so that everyone can see my asshole.

"Oh yeah! You're right, Grey...pretty rectum.", said one client, grinning.

"...got to be the best I've ever seen upclose!", exclaimed another.

"Boss, you have another Pig in attendance...I have her on standby in the cloak room.", Jurk informed.

"Good bring her in and place her in the pillory. She has to be punished for tardiness and this party could be livened up a bit. Take this pig into the next room and let her play with our friends from Ashmore Accounting."

I walk naked and dazed with my head down. My long blond hair gets into my face but Jurk leads by ass cheek so seeing isn't exactly necessary. I thought that when I met Grey Leeds, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. In certain ways, I was right. Still, there were times, I wished I had never signed on to his talent agency. He was fair in his promise to get me into the ' biz ' , but I was his tool now, and that had it's headaches.

For the past three weeks he's kept me in this penthouse, fully naked and used as a slave.
I wasn't allowed any boyfriends, so the sex at these parties, was welcome at least at first. But now the constant objectification was wearing me down. It had been forever, since I had worn clothes. Even inside the limo, I was expected to remain naked and barefoot. Every morning I am examined like an animal by that jerk, Jurk.

Once one of the other girls tried to stand up to him, since he was only a midget. Jurk made short work off her. As she lunged at him throwing a couple of girly punches, he swept her legs from under her. Her bronzed and bare ass smashed to the floor with a loud thud. The rest of us girls leapt backwards, clutching each other at the sight of the midget tossing the larger woman. He turned and stared and us hungrily. The five or six of us were all naked and had no desire to join in. Seconds later, he placed the young woman into an armlock as she struggled back to her feet. She stood only briefly as the armlock, applied by the contorting midget, sent her crashing back onto the floor with force. The Brunette screamed from the top of her lungs in submission.

Before that, I thought I was the only one he had, trapped in a contract. But I know now that there are others. Once, I attended a pool party which featured fifty of us. Naked and barefoot, entertaining anyone he told us too. Fortunately on that day, most of us where servers. To think, I went to college just to serve people wine, naked. A few of the people would gawk, but most of these folks where shocked by very little. I felt like an exhibit, if someone asked me to 'display' myself or a specific body part, I had to. On chick had her ass spread out for an hour straight!.

On top of everything else, he took all the money. Grey Leeds was like our pimp, and we were only given allowances. Last year, I know for a fact he made over two million dollars off the nude pics and sex movies I made for the various websites he owned. I recieved only thirty grand.

Mr. Grey Leeds -

"Ok, I need all my piggies to line up at the voyeur room. There's something I've got to show you. Also, all of you beautiful people in attendance, have a peek as well."

I watch to make certain they all move briskly. I had executive control over all their contracts within the spectrum of show business. In some cases, outside ventures as well. These dum bitches had brought in about sixty- three million dollars worldwide. All through various contracts and sex websites in the past fiscal year. The combined salaries of the six hundred and fifty-seven women on my agencies' roster was under two million.

What a smart fuck I am, those nigger pimps got nothing on me. I I pull a shitload of cash out of these pigs asses, everyday! I was strict but fair, none of them was ever allowed to clothing or shoes in my presence. Dont' get me wrong, most of the time they come and go as they please. I supplied each with an apartment. The apartments are all under surveillance, each room up to and including the bathroom. Their were times when they weren't allowed boyfriends and other times when I would 'ground' them like little kids.

Still, I did have many other companies to run. I left the daily maintainence of my collective 'twat' to Jurk. He was a good worker who enjoyed his job and worked for next to nothing. Only I doled out the punishment, however.

Cassie was a lovely pig. Thick and country with long blond hair. I had her placed into a pillory for her tardiness. Her neck and wrists fastened up top with her chunky butt sticking out from the table bar under her tight belly. Her feet were fastened down low with her soles faced outward. Her weight rested on her knees and shins on the leather pad welded to the frame. She was well lotioned per my instructions to Jurk. Cassied trembled and her eyes widened at the sight of the branding iron in my hand.

As my thirty or so guests gathered around, Jurk was holding Cassie's nose tight with his thumb and forefinger. Finally, Cassie opened her mouth trying to catch some air. It was then that Jurk shoved the ballgag into her mouth. He quickly fastened it around the back of her head. The room grew silent as everyone stared in awe. The voluptous girl moaned and grimaced muffled pleas.

"Mr. Griese, for allowing me to be your sole agent within the futures commission, I grant you a gift."

The drunken business men looked on as Mr. Griese took two steps forward.

"Don't be nervous, she needs to be punished and you need to have fun."

I handed him the branding iron, which had his company's logo.

The man's timidity shifted into wild-eyed excitement. He clutched the iron with both hands and smiled devilishly.

Cassie shook in her restraints and sweat fell from her forehead, tits, feet and trembling butt muscles.

The man walked behing Cassie and her eyes tried to follow. With one great heave, Mr. Griese lunged at her right ass cheek.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHgggggguuuuuhhhuuuuhhhuuuuggggguuuughh!" The helpless pig screamed under her gag, causing saliva to trail her chin mightily.

Everyone cheered and applauded, save for the other pigs. But fuck them, their were all learning a valuable lesson. I proceeded to get the other iron which had been freshly heated and raised it high.

"Ten grand to whomever wishes to brand the other cheek!"

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