It was late on a sunday night. The noise from the street had long since hushed down and the glow of the streetlights outside pierced the curtains into the office.
I'd had the job a few weeks, and it had been fine so far. Don't get me wrong, it was weird, but I was paid to not ask questions. Every night, at 7pm, I was required to turn up at the office. It was a nondescript building, with no sign or labeling of any kind. Grey and square, it looked abandoned from the outside. Inside, however, was a pleasant office space, with a beautiful art deco desk made of walnut sat on the crimson carpet. On the desk sat a computer, and mounted on the wall was a large TV. Behind the desk was a huge metal door and a keypad.
I was to stay in the office for 12 hours. I could do whatever I wanted in that time, as long as I was awake to watch the door. When I was inteviewed for the job, by a pale, thin man who looked like he hadn't slept for days, he made me memorise the code, but made it abundantly clear that I was never to use it. Why he even bothered to tell me the code if he didn't want me using it was beyond me, but like I said, the paycheck was big enough to buy silence.
It was about 1am when my ordeal began.
I was sat at the desk watching a movie. Halloween. One of the first true slashers, but surprisingly bloodless. That's when I heard the slam of the door down the flight of stairs that led up to the office. It sounded like it had been hit by a truck. I stood up, but soon realised that I had no idea what to do. I didn't have a gun. I didn't even have a fucking panic button. There wasn't even anywhere to hide, except the bathroom.
My panic attack was soon interrupted by your entry through the door. It swung lazily on it's hinge, before thumping against the wall.
You were dressed in a dark grey skirt and white blouse, your blonde hair neatly tucked behind your ears. Black glasses only seemed to magnify the glare of your icy blue eyes. Of course, I didn't focus much on your appearance, I was focused more on the sawn-off shotgun you held in your left hand, pointed at me.
"Stand very still if you like your legs, Boy." you growled, slowly advancing on me like a tiger crawling through the bush, about to disembowel some poor deer. In your other hand was a briefcase, and as you approached me, never letting me out of the lethal gaze of your gun, you placed the case on my desk. You eyes felt like they were dissecting me, probing me for all my weakest, softest spots.
You looked at the elegant silver watch on your wrist. "You're relived at 7, am I correct? That gives my sister and I six hours to break you. Personally, I expect we'll make it in four. Of course, you could just give in and open the vault now?" you raised an eyebrow, peering at me.
"No, I didn't think so." you went on as I stuggled to open my mouth, back pressed against the wall in fear of being cut in half by buckshot. "Men are far too stubborn. That's why you're so fun to toy with."
You lowered the gun and placed it on the desk, before undoing the latches on the briefcase. "I know what you're thinking, Boy. You're wondering if you can grab my gun before me. Maybe you can.. but if you don't.. I'll be forced to use it to amputate your legs."
The case opened, it's contents obscured from my view. You reached in and removed a long, thin black riding crop and a pair of handcuffs.
"Disrobe, please."
What the fuck? A thousand thoughts rushed through my head. Was this all some sort of crazy prank?
The leather of the crop suddenly collided with the desk.
"Quickly. Boy." you spat the words out.
One by one, my shirt, pants, underwear and socks fell on the floor, my eyes fixed on the gun on my desk.
Your gaze intensified. "Hm, not bad. Perhaps you'll make a nice handmaid once you open the vault." you mused, before stepping forward.
"Now, one more chance. The code."
I looked down at the gun again and thought back on that interview. The pale man had never told me anything definite, but he had been very clear that I wasn't to reveal the code. I wasn't even to tell people where I worked. Anyone with that amount of money must be powerful. Not the sort of person you wanted to betray. Six hours.. Maybe I could make it.
You sighed. "Well then.."
With a sudden grace, you darted forward and slammed me against the wall by the throat. Your teeth were gritted and there was a venomous glare on your face. "You know.. I was hoping you'd be stupid. Hurting people excites me."
The hard leather tip of your crop suddenly pressed up against my balls. My body tensed up and I started to whimper.
"P..Please.. I can't give you the code.. I've got money.."
The pressure on my windpipe increased.
"I didn't say you could talk, Pig. And if I do permit you to talk, you'll address me as Madame Noir." your eyes narrowed, and your grip tightened. The edges of my vision began to get fuzzy and dark..
Then, you pulled your hand back and I collapsed, coughing on the floor.
"But then..." you said, pausing briefly. "Yes, perhaps my sister will do a better job of motivating you to talk."
Effortlessly, you lifted me up again, before turning me around and slamming my cheek against the door. I felt two cold metal circlets clasp around my wrists and I soon realised I'd been handcuffed. "Wait.. right.. there.. Boy."
You picked up your gun and walked out, leaving me naked and bound against the door I was foolishly charged with protecting. A few moments passed.
"Oh my!" your voice chirped. It was a lot like your sister's voice, but higher and chirpier. "Now, Athena never told me you were cute." you purred. I heard your stillettos elegantly tap along the floor as you approached, and suddenly your hands grabbed me and spun me around.
You looked a lot like your sister, but whereas she looked like a ruthless businesswoman, you looked like somewhere inbetween a pornstar and a mental patient. You were dressed in a white blouse, tied up just under your breasts, and a plaid skirt. Your hair was in pigtails and black tears of mascara down down your face. Your lips were blood red and your eyes seemed bloodshot and a little too wide. You threw a pink designer purse on the ground that looked as expensive as it was tacky.
"You can call me Venus, but I'd prefer Momma V." you purred, biting your lip. "Now, Athena says you won't open the vault for us.." you pouted. "That's disappointing.. sure I can't persuade you?"
Suddenly, your hand gripped my cock. You nails were pointed and painted red and black alternately. You started stroking it slowly, making me moan softly. You giggled as you watched my nerves quickly turn to lust.
"Boy, you're easy to please, huh? Kinda slutty. That's okay.. I like slutty." your hand continued to work for a minute, until your giggles and smiles suddenly turned to pouts again. You dug your sharp nails into my cock.
"What's the code, slutty bunny?" you cooed, suddenly licking me up the side of my face and making me shiver. "I... can't tell you." I said, biting down hard. "P..Please let me go.."
"Oh, you can't tell me?" you said, suddenly releasing my cock. "That's okay!" you chirped, running a fingertip down the length of my now swollen cock. Suddenly, you grabbed it tight and pulled me away from the door into the centre of the room.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Slutty Bunny?"
"N..No.. Momma V."
You clapped your hands excitedly. "Oh, great! We're gonna play a fun little game then!"
You began circling me. "You see, Athena can be kind of an Athole, but she's better at organisation and planning and showering and... where was I? Oh yeah!"
You stopped behind me and suddenly pushed me. Hard. I fell to my knees with a thump, unable to balance myself with my hands tied behind my back.
"But I'm good at convincing people of things. And baking!" You squatted behind me and started nibbling on my earlobe, giving unsettling groans every few seconds. Then, you pulled back.
"Ever had a finger in your tushy, little cumcake?"
My eyes widened and my muscles tensed. "N..No.. please.."
"Shh, shh, shh.... Don't make me gag you, Fuckkitten. I've got some cute panties I bought off a hooker at a gas station in my purse that would look just precious in your cute little mouth, so don't test me, hm?"
"You're gonna like this. All boys like stuff up the ass. Well, eventually they like it!" you giggled and gave my ass a playful slap. You hand reached around my face. "Now.. suck my fingers.. and no biting!"
There was a pause.
"If you do that.. I'll be pissed. And the last boy who pissed me off has wings and a harp." you growled. I let out a terrified sob and you took the opportunity to slip two fingers in my mouth. Obediently, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on them. You started moaning loudly, before breaking out into giggles again.
"Boy, I have lube in my purse, you don't have to suck my fingers like that you naughty little whore!"
My cheeks burned red and I was wondering if I preferred Athena to you.
You reached into your purse and removed a bottle of lube. I heard the cap snap open as you coated your fingers.
"Now, just relax that delectable dirtbox, hm? 3...2..."
On 2, you slammed a finger inside me. It wasn't exactly big, but the sudden penetration forced a girlish squeal out of me.
"Say... thank you Momma V...." you cooed, starting to thrust your finger.
"Thank you Momma V." I murmured.
"Oh, hole hungry for more?" you teased, before immediately slipping a second finger in. This time, the moan was genuine, and it surprised even me.
You started thrusting your fingers. "Mmm, boys like you are so cute! You're all coy and play hard to get until you get some meat up the ass!"
I was practically drooling at this point. I felt dirty, but it was like you were pressing some button deep inside of me. I felt a nail scrape the tender underside of my cock and I realised I was rock hard. Then, suddenly, you yanked your fingers out and I felt so, so empty.
"Oh, I forgot! We need the code!"
I groaned, embarassed, but desperate for more. You paced around me, two fingers dripping with lube. That's when I noticed the bulge in your skirt.
"Now, I know you're scared, Slutty Bunny, but me and Athena will take good care of you if you let us in the vault. If not.. I guess there's always the day shift.."
There was a sudden sound of metal grating against metal as you pulled a switchblade out.
"Now... Cumcake!" you purred, strain in your voice as you grabbed my neck. "I don't want to hurt you, but you've Got. To. Be. More. Cooperative." I felt the cold metal graze my neck and began babbling out pathetic drivel, begging for my life at any cost.
"-I'll do anything-!" I end my sentence.
"Anything?" you purred, pulling the knife away. "Then tell me the code. I'll make you feel real good!"
"It's... 6969"
You walked to the keypad. Four beeps followed by an affirmative buzz.
"You know, I thought my sister could convince you." suddenly, you weren't Venus anymore. You were Athena. Your outfit hadn't changed, but your makeup was smeared and your expression was cold again.
You lifted your skirt, revealing a pale, 12 inch cock. I whimpered in fear.
"Now.. suck my cock, Boy. And then you'll get in the car."
A week later, we were driving through the desert in a sedan with blacked out windows. You were driving and I was leant over my seat with a mouth full of cock, dressed in a leather skirt and a tiny little blouse with a steel collar and matching anklets and bracelets. A steel plug stuck out of my now well-trained asshole. The mysterious briefcase from the vault was sat on the back seat. I didn't know what was in there.. that I left to my Mistresses.
I don't know what's in the briefcase. I feel it's more fun for us to work that out together. I've got a couple of ideas, but I'd be interested to see what you think.
I've got a lot of kinks, anal, oral, cum, bondage, pee and spanking among many others. My limits are scat, animals, anything beyond the mildest CBT.
Message me if you're interested with any ideas you've got!
Submitted October 21, 2019 at 01:23AM by NeglectedKitten https://ift.tt/32xk3uX
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