Enslaved

[sallythescorpian]

<<Closed for Powerdog16>>

Zara Martin had built her company up from nothing, into the successful entity it was today. It was an accountancy firm, but one which specialised in the larger, corporate clients, and she had developed a certain prestige, a name for her company, which was synonymous with excellance. It was something she was proud of. She had worked hard for it, sacrificing all else, friends, relationships, all had fallen by the wayside, in her determination to make a name for herself and her company.

It had succeeded. She had floated her company on the stock market a year earlier, and then had made a mistake. Enjoying some down time, for the first time in ten years, she had gone a little too wild. She had sampled, and liked coke. Not the kind in a bottle, but the kind that was snorted up her nose, and for almsot six months she had partied, completely taking her eye off the ball, until, realising that she was jeoparizing all she had built, she booked into a discrete rehab facillity, and got back on track, with no one any the wiser. Or so she had thought.

Globex, a consortium of three well known, successful businessmen, had staged a hostile take over, which had been successful, and she found herself working for them.

Then, from out of no where, it came, the blackmail. Someone had pictures of her partying hard, looking anything but the business woman, and she had been paying, but in order to pay, she had misappropriated funds from her company, or rather, Globex's company.

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The premise of this story is that she has stolen money from the company, and the three owners want her to pay, turning her into their slave - collectivly and individually. I would like some character development, and my thoughts are that one of the three, the driving force for the engineered take over, is also the blackmailer, deliberately getting her into this situation, although she is unaware of this.

Of the three, one wishes to try out everything he fantasized about but never did, with her, another is heavily into humiliation, and another into hardcore BDSM. I think that she starts of hating and resenting it all, but as time goes on, she falls for one of the three guys..............

I'm open to suggestions too of course.

This will be a D/s thread, and I'm looking for one literate, dominant male to play the three parts. You should be able to post 2/3 times a week please.

If this is of interest to you, send me a PM, and we can see if we can work out the details.

 

[Powerdog16]

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:: Globex ::

Nathan Long, Keith Sumnar, and George Niveri stood in the main conference room staring down at the laptop which was linked to the company network and displaying a number of fraudulent transactions which were taking place right under their noses. The men did not look happy at all as they witnessed yet another $25,000 transaction being made right under their noses with one of their offshore accounts that was supposed to be off-limits to only the highest level officers of the company. It had been the tenth transaction today. The three of them, plus the dozen or so regional and deparmental vice presidents were the only three that had access to those accounts and any of them could withdraw as much as 25K using their own signature without any approval process at all.

The funny thing about this set of transactions was that Peter Gisbourne was the one supposedly making the transactions right then and there. What the real culprit didn't realize was that Peter was standing the conference room with the three CEO's at the moment it was happening and so it couldn't be him. They contacted their computer forensics personnel and began running traces on who was actually making the transactions and it was showing up at an IP address which after some careful decrypting, was learned to belong to a residence of a Zara Martin. Somehow, she had gotten the password or Peter, for which Peter was still not sure how, and used it to send money to another off shore account, which was also traced back to Zara.

Nathan Long, once satisfied of learning the identity of the thief, let Peter go, on the order to keep the codes unchanged for the time being. Once the men were alone, they said, "What do you want to do about this...?"

George leaned in and said, "I have an idea. It is bad press for a VP to be discovered embezzling money so keeping this quiet is a better alternative... agreed?" George was always the sensible one in the group.

Keith looked over, picking up a glass of water and sipping on it before saying, "You realize what you two are proposing would consititute slavery right? If we were caught... we could go to jail for this?" Kieth was clearly not a sure of the plan as the other two.

Nathan said, "No one is going to find out. If she says anything at all.. she will go to jail for life. She knows it."

"Besides," George added, putting a hand on Kieth's shoulder, "We will break her in slow. Steady... you know."

Kieth took another sip of the water and said, "O... Okay. Let's do it. I am ready to make her pay for turning me down..."

"Now easy slick. This is not about vengence. This is about control. You will not play your little vengence game on her... got it..." Nathan said, clearly the one in charge of the three.

"O...Okay... I got it... really... I got it..." Kieth said smiling and saying, "Don't worry... I know what to do..."

:: 2 days later ::

Nathan had requested a private meeting with Zara in his office for about 2 hours. He had suggested it was going to be for the new direction that the company was going to go in which he knew she would not be happy about, but since Globex owned the company instead of her... she really only had one option... quit or do what he told her to do...

He heard his secretary announce her arrival and he said, "Ms. Chapman. Hold all calls and make sure no one interupts for the next couple of hours, understood?"

"I got it Mr. Long. No problem sir..." Ms. Chapman had said.

"Thank you... let her in..." He walked around to the front of the desk and leaned on it as the door opened and Zara walked in. He smiled his dashing smile and said, "Ahh... Zara... welcome... Come on in... Go ahead and lock the door too please..."

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George Niveri

 

[sallythescorpian]

Zara clicked on the "remind me in 5 mins" button, where Outlook told her she had a meeting at 11 O'Clock in Nathan Long's office. She still had about ten minutes, and she cleared the files on her desk, and then stood, taking her purse, she went to the ladies room, and freshened up her make up.

She always wanted to look her best, whenever she was in his company. He....... she was slow to use the word 'intimidated' but he certainly put her on edge. She needed every bit of armour she could muster.

She smoothed her skirt, and refastened the button on her suit jacket, and then checked out her reflection. God, she looked good!! She began to walk out and then came back again, and popped a button on her shirt. There, that extra bit of cleavage out to keep him on edge too. He would be afraid to ogle her, in case she slapped him with a sexual harassment suit, and he would spend his time trying to stay focussed on her face.

She wondered what the two hour meeting could be about. Most aspects of the merger, okay, take over, had been already worked out, and she had dismissed several of her staff, at his behest.

Still, a two hour meeting, starting at 11, she might stand to get lunch out of it, if nothing else. Surely he would pull out the corporate card, and take her to lunch. Perhaps he intended to ask her out, she thought with a smile. Not likely!!

She gathered her files, all the latest performance data, staff attandances, output, projected profit and loss accounts. Painting a smile on her face, she knocked on his door, and entered as his secretary told her to go on in.

 

[Powerdog16]

As the plan was set up, each of the CEO's would meet with her on different days and in different ways. Each would lock her into a secret with just them, not letting her in on the fact that all three were working together with each other on this. Nathan would go first, being the bravest of the three of them and the obvious choice to test the waters with her. When she came in and locked the door, he smiled and said, "Come in... please... you set all that paperwork over there on the table. You won't need it for the time being."

He let his eyes gaze down her body for an extra long amount of time, knowing all too well that if this were any situation, it might be the first step into a potential lawsuit. But this was no ordinary condition. Once she set down, he said, "Can I get you something to eat? Perhaps a bottle of water or cola?" He walked to his wet bar and opened it. He poured up a vodka tonic for himself and offered her the bottle of water she asked for.

He leaned up on the desk and said, "Listen... I have a little problem. I need your advice on. The thing is... I need confidentiality with what I am about to talk about. Do I have it?"

He walked to the chair next to her and sat down. He hoped to let her relax a bit now that he was on equal level with her. He took another sip of the vodka and then glanced back at the door nervously and said, "I... think I have a thief in our company. Someone we all know and trust."

He watched her hesitate only an instant as she drank on the water only to recover and keep going. It was all the proof he needed right then. "What do you mean?" she asked...

He leaned in and said, "I was sitting up there the other day going over our numbers and taking a look at our small funds accounts overseas and noticed a small amount of funds were being removed from nearly every account on a regular basis. Not enough to raise an alarm, but enough to make me wander what is going on. I mean... I am looking at 250K every 3 months of so... that is a million a year at this rate..." He sipped on his drink again and said, "You know the thing is, I have my ideas as to who it is..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Zara was mystified at the need to lock the door, but she did so, and entered the office, looking every inch the consummate business woman.

"Set all that paperwork over there on the table. You won't need it for the time being."

She did so, turning her back on him momentarily, as she released a breath she did not realise she had been holding. He had already set the tone of the meeting, and she was relieved at the relaxed atmosphere. She returned, and declined his offer of a drink, choosing instead a bottle of water. She had no intention of blotting her copybook by ordering alcohol from the boss, even if he was imbuing himself. She knew well how these things worked, and she did not fully relax her guard.

" I need your advice on. The thing is... I need confidentiality with what I am about to talk about. Do I have it?"

For the first time since she had entered the office, he had her absolute attention. She sat forward in her seat, setting her bottled water down.

"Yes. Yes of course. That goes without saying. My lips are sealed."

What was he about to tell her? The seconds seemed to stretch, and she felt as though she leaned further forward, stretching for what she was dying to hear.

"I... think I have a thief in our company. Someone we all know and trust."

Oh sweet Jesus Christ!!! She sucked in a breath, held it and sat back, trying to force her heart beat to slow. He couldn't know, he didn't know. She schooled her features into a mask of surprise, shock, disbelief.

"Are you certain? I find that hard to believe!! Not, that I am saying you are mistaken, of course Nathan, but, no!. Certainly, I would stand over any of my original staff, they have been with me for years! I'd trust them explicitly."

She was pretty certain that she played it about right, disbelief, sticking by her staff, perfect!!

He went on to explain, in frightening detail, how and when the money was being taken. Shit!! Shit shit shit!! This was bad, this was desperate!! No quick cover up by finding the money in the "wrong" account, nothing so simple or straightforward. She sat on her hands, trying to avoid tell tale white knuckles.

"You know the thing is, I have my ideas as to who it is..."

Oh hallelujah!! At this point she didn't care who the poor sap was that this was to be pinned on, once it saved her neck.

She sat forward, her face a mask of concern.

"Who Nathan? Who could have stolen from you? I promise you, I will give this my personal attention, I will make sure the culprit is brought to justice!"

She picked up her bottle of water, her throat dry, but she quickly put it down again, as her hand was shaking badly. She held her breath as she waited for him to say who he believed had stolen so much from him.

 

[Powerdog16]

He turned his eyes and looked deeply into hers and said, "I trust your crew to... but the person that stole that money... is you, Zara." He watched her entire tone of her skin go completely white. She had no where to run with it.

He took another sip of the drink, sat it down and then walked over to her and said, "I traced the funds back to an online account and I checked the IP Address linked to the account... tracing it to your home PC. It was a very difficult task you did, encrypting, rerouting, and blocking at every turn, but I am VERY good at my job Zara."

He said, "What I don't get though.. is why?" He turned back and sat on his desk. $250,000, every three month for the last 4 quarters. You have stolen a cool million from this company." He sat there a watched her racing through her mind of how she was going to defend herself, what she was going to say and whether he would believe her or not. He just added, "I pay you 1.5 mill a year in cash and stock. Is that not good enough for you?"

He watched her mouth open... then close again. He had her by the balls... metaphorically speaking. He said, "I suggest you give me an answer to my question... before I call the authorities and reveal my findings to them..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

"I trust your crew to... but the person that stole that money... is you, Zara."

The completion of Nathan's sentence turned Zara's world inside out, and she felt the colour drain from her face, and her pulse begin to pound. NO! This could not have happened. There had to be a way out.

"I traced the funds back to an online account and I checked the IP Address linked to the account... tracing it to your home PC. It was a very difficult task you did, encrypting, rerouting, and blocking at every turn, but I am VERY good at my job Zara."


Jesus! It was even worse than she had imagined. This wasn't some hunch, this was cold, hard, fact. She said nothing, her mouth now so dry that she thought perhaps she wouldn't be able to say anything. She reached for her bottle of water, almost knocking it over, as she was shaking so much.

"What I don't get though.. is why?" "I pay you 1.5 mill a year in cash and stock. Is that not good enough for you?"



He was still talking and her mind was racing. She'd say she was testing the systems, seeing how well others were doing their jobs, checking to see if the accounts were being watched closely enough.... yes, that might work, it might just............ she looked up at him. He was no fool, he was an astute a business man as she had ever met. He had her by the balls. He knew it. She knew it. Trying some smoke and mirrors would only make matters worse, if that was humanly possible. She could plead for mercy, if he had any............ then another thought crossed her mind. She had seen him looking at her, eyeing her up, and she wondered if perhaps he might be led about by his dick. It was her only shot, and she'd give it a try.

Her mouth had opened and closed a few times now, so she took another drink of water, rehydrating her mouth, and then she smiled.

"I suggest you give me an answer to my question... before I call the authorities and reveal my findings to them..."

She put a hand on his leg, leaning forward a little, so that he had a better view down her shirt.

"Yes, I took the money" she did not want to tell him she was being blackmailed, as the next question would be 'why' and she really did not want to answer that. "Initially, it was testing the system, the checks and balances, but then, once I had it... well, I had some property deals that went bad when the market collapsed, and I "borrowed" the money, to bail myself out of a hole. I shouldn't have, and what I did was inexcusable, I know." Not totally true, but still.

She moved her hand further up his thigh. This would be so humiliating if it failed, but, if it failed then she would be fired, arrested, imprisioned, and humiliation would be the very least of her problems. She stroked his thigh, her fingers just grazing the bulge in his pants.

"Nathan, I can not undo what I have done, but calling the cops, sending me to prision, it would have a very negative effect on the stock value, make shareholders jittery, perhaps there is an alternative .... shall we say... solution?? I mean I know you like me, a lot...... perhaps I could accommodate you in some way, accompany you on a trip or two? And you could cut my salary by half a million per annum, it would only take two years to repay."

"You would not be out of pocket, I wouldn't go to jail, and for your um..... lets say understanding.... I could accommodate you some, make it worth your while. What do you say?"

She waited, a lot less confident that it would work, than she appeared on the outside. The silence seemed to stretch, and she began to worry that perhaps she had been too subtle. She moved her hand higher, and began to massage his cock through his pants.

"Nathan, I am suggesting a mutual accommodation here, its a win / win. The company avoids negative publicity and gets its money back, albeit over a period of two years, I dont go to jail, and you get to fuck me! I know you want to, I see the way you look at me. This is your chance!"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Nathan, I am suggesting a mutual accommodation here, its a win / win. The company avoids negative publicity and gets its money back, albeit over a period of two years, I dont go to jail, and you get to fuck me! I know you want to, I see the way you look at me. This is your chance!"

Well, there it was... her first offer on the table. She was going to reduce herself to prostituting her body for a few weeks to him and then give up a 1/3rd of her salary to pay back the company. Inwardly, he smiled to himself. The offer was not bad initially, though to be honest, he was a bit surprised that she leapt all the way to sleeping with him right off the bat. He looked down at her rubbing him... then looked into her eyes.

There was a small knowing smile. She was one of those kinds. The kind that could get away with murder with a bat of an eye or lick of a cock. She was ... a maneater. He looked back down at her hand... and swatted it away. Her first offer... was not good enough.

He let his eyes shift to her as he smile fade and her skin went a bit more ashen. He stood up, walked over to his bar and poured up a straight shot of bourbon, turned, walked back to her and said, "You are going to need this." He offered it to her and she took it.

He said, "Your offer is tantilizing and very tempting. Yes, I have wanted to fuck you since I met you, your right." He sat down at his desk chair, leaned over his desk and interlaced his fingers just in front of his face. He said, "So let's sum up what you are willing to do to get out of this. You are willing to whore yourself to me to get out of jail... and take a reduction in pay... that bout sums it up... right?"

He could see her eyes shift, feeling the shame of her proposal sinking in. Nathan revelled in the fact that she was on the verge of sinking under the table in humiliation. If he could bottle this feeling of power up and sell it on the market, he would be a billionaire... again. Truth was a million didn't mean anything to him... but the power meant everything.

However, he knew what she was worth to him and he was going to take it to the bank. He shifted his head and stared at her for a long time, absolutely relishing the humiliation that she was feeling. He finally said, "No pussy is worth a half million bucks a trip. However..."

He watched her eyes shift up to his... waiting on his counter proposal. He said, "you are right on two counts. I don't want your actions to go public... it is not good for any of us if our stock drops. You don't want to go to jail. God only know why, you would be around your own kind there.... thieves and all."

He watched her body shift uncomfortably. He was once told that the greatest tool that a manipulator had was time. Only when a person was not patient, did things usually go awry. He had been very patient and now, he had her exactly where he wanted her. Damn he could fucking cum right now off this high he was on.

He slowly stood up, walked around the desk and towards her, taking the shot glass from her and setting it on the desk. He said, "For the record, I don't buy your checks and balances story. I think you found an outlet to steal funds from this company as a means to exact revenge on us for taking over your operations. You bullshit story has enough holes in it to sink a cruiseship. What your reasons were, I am going to find out sooner or later. But for now, it is irrelevant. As of 15 minutes ago, I suspended all financial priviledges you had. I also suspended those same priviledges with your senior staff as well. I am not going to risk any of them doing anything on your behalf. You are going to have to explain to them why they have to go through me dealing with funding. As far as you are concerned, if you want to buy a box of pencils now... you will have to go through me. You got that?" He watched her nod hesitantly, know that her fate was not finished being decided on.

He leaned back and stared at her a moment longer, letting his eyes linger down her blouse and along her neck. He finally said, "Now... let's talk about what I am going to do with you. You see, you offered yourself to me for a trip or two. That is unacceptable. You are going to give yourself to me for the next two years. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow I choose. You want to get out of this without jail... you are about to become my little bitch. Oh... and you will be thanking me for every task I give you... If you show the slightest sign of hesitation or lack of enthusiasm in what you are going to do... it will 'put me out' and you do not want that. Do you understand what I am getting at? You fucked with me and my company... now I am going to fuck with you. Do we have a deal?"

He watched her eyes shift down once again, thinking about her counterproposal and then he said, "You don't really have a lot to time to think this thing over. Kind of a one time deal here. so.... going once.... going twice...."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Zara waited on his response, a small smile on her face, as she felt the swelling under her hand. She had him! She pressed her upper arms inward a little, boosting her cleavage, and looked up under her lashes. Under normal circumstances, she would be supremely confident, knowing she could have men eating out of her hands, but Nathan Long was a different animal, he wasn’t a lap dog, he was a predator!! He swatted her hand away from his crotch, and she felt her blood drain away. Shit! He wasn’t going for it!!

"You are going to need this."

His offer of the bourbon wasn’t reassuring either, but he was right, at this point she needed all the courage she could get, even if it came out of a bottle.

"Your offer is tantilizing and very tempting. Yes, I have wanted to fuck you since I met you, you’re right."

She smiled, confidence rising again.

"So let's sum up what you are willing to do to get out of this. You are willing to whore yourself to me to get out of jail... and take a reduction in pay... that bout sums it up... right?"

She began to shake her head. No, no , no. That made it sound so cheap, like she was prostituting herself, she was just……. willing to keep him company, date him, let him be seen with her!! After all, she would be repaying the money in full, this was just to …sweeten the deal!

He stared at her, and she shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, this was going badly wrong!! "No pussy is worth a half million bucks a trip. ..."

Jesus!!! She flushed, her face turning crimson, heating with shame. It was bad enough that he was turning her down, but to phrase it like that….was just so….. Lowering! Then he added the magic word!

“However….”

She looked up, hope springing to life once more, as he broadly agreed with her about not going public, and then she looked away, unable to meet his steady gaze as he told her he didn’t swallow her story, and had suspended her access to accounts! He was going to fire her! She’d never work again! How’d she pay her mortgage?? Wait a minute - buying pencils?? He wasn’t firing her!! Her heart began to beat after what felt like an extended pause. She nodded, agreeing with his conditions that she vet all her purchases through him.

"Now... You are going to give yourself to me for the next two years. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow I choose. .. you are about to become my little bitch. If you show the slightest sign of hesitation or lack of enthusiasm in what you are going to do... it will 'put me out' and you do not want that. You fucked with me and my company... now I am going to fuck with you. Do we have a deal?"

Christ! She knew he was a seasoned and tough negotiator, but there was driving a hard deal, and then there was pounding your opponant into the ground!! Her mind was whirling. What about if she agreed to accompany him on all his trips, at least that wouldn‘t be so bad, no one she knew would be any the wiser, she could still hold her head up high. Or perhaps he would go for …..........
Her thoughts were cut off.

"You don't really have a lot to time to think this thing over. Kind of a one time deal here. so.... going once.... going twice...."

She was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, and she knew it. She hated it, but she knew she had to salvage what she could from this unmitigated disaster.

“You have yourself a deal! I have no other viable alternative!” she said quickly before the deal went off the table, wondering what she had just let herself in for. Still, the business woman in her had to keep at it, wanted the final conditions to be hers, to retain SOME control!!

“We’ll keep it VERY discrete, I’ll accompany you when you are away. We can explain it as your needing my expertise. You get what you want, and I get to save face - Agreed??!”

 

[Powerdog16]

“You have yourself a deal! I have no other viable alternative! We’ll keep it VERY discrete, I’ll accompany you when you are away. We can explain it as your needing my expertise. You get what you want, and I get to save face - Agreed??!”

Nathan smiled and said, "It is not in the best interest of the company for anyone to find out about this little arrangement of course and I am the only one that knows that I know of." He held out his hand and said, "In the olden days, a handshake was your bind that tied you to the deal. Shake..."

She hesitantly reached up and took his hand and as soon as she did, he pulled her up to her feet! He said, "Thank me for keeping you out of prison..."

He looked at her as she struggled with what to say. Nathan said, "What did I tell you about hesitation or enthusiasm, hmmm?" He still kept his hand firmly clasping hers as he barked at her...

"T.... thank you..." she managed to whisper out...

Nathan released her hand and pushed her back towards the office door and said, "Bah... I don't believe it. You have no gratitude for what I did for you! The deal is off...!"

"No!" he heard her say as she started trembling once again... He was sure she was about to soil herself right where she stood. He heard her start to repeat her words again.... "Tha...."

"Shut up! I don't believe it." He barked at her instantly watching her jaw slam shut and her eyes widen. She was scared to death and he was having the fucking time of his life with her!

He glared at her and said, "Show me your appreciation... instead of saying it!" He could see she was confused then he elaborated... "Open your blouse, push your tits out of the bra. Then put your stomach flat on the ground and low crawl to me. You better have fucking carpet burn on your tits by the time to reach me all the way over her..." Nathan returned to his desk 20 feet away. He then said, "I want you to lick these shoes clean once you get here... and only if you do a decent job... ONLY then... will I allow you a second chance to say you thank you..."

He stared at her and said, "Well... on a schedule here... what are you waiting for?" He gave a shit eating grin as he watched her...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Her initial relief at his willingness to keep their little arrangement discrete, evaporated quickly when he barked his demand at her. She faltered, and was shocked by his insistance that she debase herself, to that extent.

"Open your blouse, push your tits out of the bra. Then put your stomach flat on the ground and low crawl to me. You better have fucking carpet burn on your tits by the time to reach me all the way over her...I want you to lick these shoes clean once you get here... and only if you do a decent job... ONLY then... will I allow you a second chance to say you thank you..."

He meant to demean her, debase and humiliate her, that was obvious, but she had not chance to even falter, knowing that the alternative was worse, and her earlier hesitation had exacerbated her position, and now she would have to crawl to him.

Her eyes were flashing fire of fury, and she took off her jacket, opened her blouse, and popped out her tits, laying face down on the floor. Her face flamed, and she hated him, with a vengence. As she moved, she realsied he hadn't been joking about the carpet burn, and she tried to move slower, hoping to avoid it. Her nipples grazed the carpet, both arousing then, and hurting them at once.

She felt ridiculous, utterly so, and the mental image of what she must look like was horrific. Her ass wriggled in the air, her tight skirt making it look even worse.

Finally she made it to him, and began, after only an almost imperceptable pause, to lick his shoes. They were highly polished Italian leather. She drooled as much saliva on them as she could muster, partly because she did not want to ingest any grime off his shoes, and also because she hoped the saliva would somehow damage the shoes!

Hoping she'd done enough, she lifted her head, and looked at him, managing a totally contrived smile.

"Thank you, Nathan for keeping me out of prision!"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Thank you, Nathan for keeping me out of prision!"

Nathan was no idiot. He saw the venom in her eyes as she tried to hide it. He reached down and took her neck in his hand and lifted her up to sit on the desk. He looked down at her tits and said, "Hmmm... not bad. a little burn here and here..." He poked at each aerola where a burn mark was.

He leaned in and shamefully groped both of her breasts... squeezing them in his hands and said, "Oh these are brilliant. Brilliant I tell you..." He ran his fingers over each nipple and tweaked it."

Nathan said, "Why do you keep these girls hidden like you do?" He nipped the tips of each nipple, watching her try to recoil each time. He looked at her and said, "You should be showing these off to everyone!"

He turned to the window of his 10th floor building. The windows ran floor to ceiling. The glass was tinted from everything but was pressed directly onto the glass... He turned towards Zara and said, "Let's go..." He took her arm and pushed her towards the window... and said, "Show those tits off to the world.... Press them to the glass..."

He watched her whisper something about being discrete and he said, "Bah... no one will see your face this high up. Now.. do it..."

He sat back on his desk and waited for her to go... knowing his impatience for hesitance...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Her nipples stung something dreadful, agravated by Nathan's rough touch, and Zara fought to hide her loathing for him.

"You should be showing these off to everyone!"

Her heart sank, and she wanted nothing more than to slap his face, and the fact that she couldn't do so, that she was totally under his power rankled her. She was beginning to panic, wondering what he was going to try to force her to do, and wondering at her ability to comply, dreading what would certainly happen if she didn't.

He took her arm and pushed her towards the window...

"Show those tits off to the world.... Press them to the glass..."

She blanched, momentarily digging her heels in, and then she complied, tears of shame building in her eyes, yet she fought to hold back, not wanting him to know how much he was humiliating her.



"No one will see your face this high up. Now.. do it..."

That was probably true, and she clung to that, as she turned her face to the side, and leaned against the glass, her nipples going rock hard as they grazed the cold glass. She pressed against it, her tits flattening as she pressed harder against the glass. He was right, no one would see her from here, it was actually ...... no it wasn't! It was not remotely exciting!! Not one bit!!

She turned her head, and to her horror realised that while no one could see from the street below, the same did not hold true for the building across the street, especially those on 8th, 9th, 10th and 11th floor, and she quickly scanned them for anyone looking in this direction.

She stepped back, and called over her shoulder in a sharper tone than she had inteneded.

"Happy now??!"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Happy now??!"

Nathan reached up and bitchslapped her into the ground! He watched her tits flap hard as she hit the ground. He watched her eyes shift and glare hatefully at him and she started to say something... he could see it! He knew she hated him this very instant.

He said, "What? What are you about to say? Say it?"

She started to say it... it was on the tip of her tongue! He watched her intensely... more intensely than ever... and as the silence spread throughout time, his face shifted to a slow smile. He watched her surrender inside and say, "Thank you sir..."

It was right then he knew all he had to do was one or two hand pumps and he would have came all over the floor!! He said, "Your welcome. This smart ass attitude goes away. That was your one and only warning. Got it!"

"Yes... sir..." she muttered as she started to button up.

"Did I say you could do that?" Nathan said as he slapped her wrists away from her buttons and reopened her blouse, pushing her tits out again. He then reached down to her skirt.. hiking it up and giving him a beautiful view of her ass. He reached to her thong, wraped it in his hand and pulled hard.. driving the cloth into her pussy! She instantly winced as he released it and then said, "Nice... nice..."

He unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to his feet, the moved his boxers down, revealing his 8 inch shaft and looked at her and said, "You did throw yourself to me after all... it is best ot see just how good you are... Suck it slut..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

The slap took her by surprise, and she went to the floor holding her cheek, looking at him with untempered hatred.

He was almost goading her to fail, and grudingly she muttered "Thank you....Sir"

It was so hard, but she knew she had to drop the attitude, or at the very least, learn to be a better actress and quick.

She began to button her shirt, when he stopped her, and yanked up her skirt, pulling hard on her thong, driving it deep into the tender folds of her pussy.

He dropped his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his impressive cock, hard, and standing out from his body.

"You did throw yourself to me after all... it is best ot see just how good you are... Suck it slut..."

His words humiliated her, both the tone and the content, and being called a slut caused her to bristle. But, she shuffled over on her knees, and took his cock in her hand.

Blow jobs were something she didn't particularly like. She liked her men to go down on her, but she was reluctant to return the favour. Now, however, she didn't have a whole lot of choice, and she feared that Nathan Long would not be the type to politely pull out, and cum elsewhere.

Still, she didn't want to be ridiculed for her attempts, so she licked the head over and over, her hand fastened around the base, which she pumped while she sucked the head. With her hand there, there was no way for him to ram his length down her throat. She licked around the head, and sucked on it, but it wasn't elicting the moans of esctasy from him that she had hoped.

She took his balls in her other hand, and massaged them, while sucking and licking the length of his shaft not covered by her fist. She looked up, trying to gauge his reaction.

 

[Powerdog16]

He watched her closely... watching her trying to give him head. It had to be called trying because she certainly didn't seem to be doing very good at it. He did give moans and groans when she did manage to hit the right spot here and there... but for the most part, he might as well had a blow up doll.

When she looked up at him, he crossed his arms and began to look impatiently at her. He said, "I am not for sure if you are trying to insult me with this piss poor blow job... or you simply just don't know what the hell you are doing. Which one is it... hmmmm?"

He felt her pull off him and look as if she was going to say something to him. Her eyes were clearly upset, her mouth slightly ajar... For a split second he thought she might bite his dick right off. He looked at her and tried to gauge was she was going through... anger... hesitation, fear...

He finally said, "I am going to teach you what i want and I am only going to teach you once." He reached to his belt, tearing it off his waist. He saw her start to retreat suspecting it was going to beat her or something. He said, "I am not going to beat you... get over here..."

He moved her arms to her side and pushed around her arms, behind her back at the elbows and cinched it tight. He said, "First of all... no hands unless you get permission." He saw her cringe slightly and he chuckled, "Open your mouth..."

He watched her hesitate only a second... then do what he commanded of her. He ran his fingers through her hair, wrapping it up in a knot and then said, "I will guide you. Learn well..."

He imagined her thinking about being choked to death or something and did not nothing to brush that fear away... He moved her mouth to his head. He said, "Wrap your tongue around my cock. Lick it like you would an ice cream cone." He gave a real moan as she did as he told her.

Slowly he eased her further and further down his cock... way further than what she had done to him a moment earlier. He said, "Lap the underside... roll it... pulse... good ... yeah... very good..." He looked down at her and said, "Take a breath..." he pushed her head all the down on his cock and held her there and saying, "lick around my base... there you go.." He pulled her up letting her get a breath and pushing her back down... then up to the head.

He coached her for the next 22 minutes, he coached her on exactly what he wanted... what needed... and how he wanted of her. His moans began to get harder and harder, faster and faster...

Neither of them realized at the time, but the more they played... the less he needed to guide her... till as he was reaching his release... she needed no encouragement at all!!! Only when he said, "FUCK YEAH!!!!", did he push her head down on his cock, his head pushing into the back of his throat and shot his load down her throat!!!

 

[sallythescorpian]

Zara worked his cock with as little disgust as she could manage. It was not something she liked at the best of times, but to be force to kneel and service Nathan Long, the man who had taken over her company, was galling in the extreme. Still, she didn't want to give him cause to correct her so she bobbed her head on him, sucking almost a third of him into her mouth each time she moved forward.

"I am not for sure if you are trying to insult me with this piss poor blow job... or you simply just don't know what the hell you are doing. Which one is it... hmmmm?"


She felt the heat, and no doubt the attendant colour rise up her neck and over her cheeks, knowing that her make up was not heavy enough to conceal that. She hated being chastised, hated, it, but to be called to task over this, and by him, was almost too much to bear. And worst of all, she had been trying, thinking she was doing a good job!!

"I am going to teach you what i want and I am only going to teach you once."

Her eyes widened as his belt came off, and she shuffled back, fear filling her. He was going to beat her with his belt!! What he did was almost as bad, binding her arms behind her! Now she had no control of the blow job!! She listened to his instructions, and followed them, her bruised pride not wanting to be critized again. And as he thrust into her mouth, and she sucked him, she began to get into a rhythm. She listened to the moans and groans from above her, and suddenly, although she was on her knees before him, she felt a rush of power.

She gagged when he pushed into her throat, but gasped air as he pulled out. On repetition, it became easier, and her new found confidence in this act of fellatio, fed her enjoyment, and when he finally came, she was pleased with herself, proud that she had tipped him over the edge. She had swallowed all he gave her, and not even noticed.

She knelt on the floor, and smiled, absurdely pleased with herself, at least, for now.

 

[Powerdog16]

Nathan Long looked down at her, watching her lick her lips with a confidence... It was good to see. She had almost forgotten about hating him and focused on succeeding at her task. When she looked up at him and he saw his pleased look on his face. Not a look of orgasm relief satisfaction, but one of a teacher watching a student truly learn something he taught.

He said, "You look like you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did!" Suddenly her look of pleasure disappeared into red cheeks and humiliation. If he could only bottle up the power he was feeling... It was indescribable just how incredible he felt taking those vibes from her. He said, "Relax. You did an amazing job. Much better than how you started that is..." He reached over and took the belt off her elbows and then began to work it back through the loops of his pants, then buttoned up while she waited on him to tell her what to do next.

Nathan looked down at her and said, "You can get up. You are finished for now." He was not about to give her any sexual release for what she had done. He watched her rise up, shimmy her thong back down, push her skirt down and button up her blouse.

He sat down at his desk and watched her finish dressing and then said, "There is an office down the hall from us that is empty. I know you prefer to stay at your company and run things from your old office. Those days are over. I want you in that office by the end of the week. I am going to keep a closer eye on you from this day on... plus... it is easier to call on you when I need you."

He saw her shift her eyes towards him. He made it very clear with his gaze that just because she had sucked his shaft, it did not change the fact that she had stole from the company. He said, "By the way... one more thing... Why did you do it? You can tell me now... get it over with... or you can lie to me again and I will find out down the road anyways and then I will make your life even more difficult that it already is..."

For a long moment, there was silence. He could see that she was not ready to tell why... she was searching for something else to give him. He could see she was thinking up another lie... He shook his head slightly and chuckled, "Never mind. Get out of my office.... Now.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"You look like you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did!"

With those few words, he burst her bubble! The pleasurable glow drained away, and she flushed with embarrassment, humiliated by his words. For just a moment, she had allowed herself to forget the nature of their relationship, and that was something she promised herself she would never do again!

"You can get up. You are finished for now."


"Thank you! Sir!"

The last word carried a tone of derrision, but she thought he missed it. Something that both relieved and dissappointed her.

She glared at him, not appreciating the tone of dismissal. She felt like the maid being sent on her way, no longer required after her services have been rendered!! She ground her teeth, trying to conceal her annoyance from him, knowing that it would only add to his enjoyment. She quickly straightened her clothing, and then the next bombshell dropped.

The office down the hall??? Here?? She'd be at his beck and call!! That, quite obviously was his thinking on it too, and while she opened her mouth to argue, she shut it again. Pick your fights, Zara, pick the ones you have at least a chance of winning! This is non negotiable! She could see it on his face.

Then as she made her way toward the door, forcing herself not to run, he brought up again about why she stole the money. The last things she would do was tell him that!! At that time, she was taking as much humiliation as any person could stand, and she didn't want to add to it, but giving him further ammunition!

"Never mind. Get out of my office.... Now."

With those words, she was dismissed. Not dismissed from his employ, but sent on her way like so many of his minions!! She stomped down the hall, and then went quickly out of the building. She was shaking. She marched up and down the sidewalk for a while, and then said to herself "Fuck it! I need a drink!!"

She went to a bar, an old haunt of hers, and ordered up a double scotch, which she drank off the top, slamming the glass down, and calling another. The barman stared at her, and she glared back.

"What the fuck are you looking at??!"

She got her second drink, and spent the next hour rolling the glass between her palms, trying to think, trying to see a way out where there was none. Never had she felt more in need of a hit of coke than she did right then, and it took all her will power to just stick with the scotch.

 

[Powerdog16]

Three days later, the dust had begun to settle once again. Zara had moved into her new office, which was larger and more luxurious than the old one, albeit not physically located with her staff and old company. Nathan had let her be to get situated into her new work situation as well. With funding being approved by Nathan directly, she was forced to enter into his office multiple times a day. He never even mentioned their situation and remained completely professional with her all three days. He reasons were simple. There were times to play and times to be professional. He expected this really kept Zara off-balance with this behavior... clearly expecting him to make her do all kinds of things to her every chance she came into the office. Beyond the scope of the mission of the company, he rarely even called on her at all... for now. He needed her calm and relaxed...

George Niveri, however, was not the same kind of man. On the top floor of the building, a dozen executive offices were being used either by the 3 CEO's, or the directors of the multiple companies Globex had taken over. George was a much darker man than Nathan... his obsession a deep secret that only a few select knew about. And it was his turn to make a move. While Nathan and Keith had left on a short weekend trip to California to the possible hostile takeover of the Geo-con Industries, George was left at home base to work his magic. It was all preplanned and prepared.

While Zara was in her office with a dozen of her staff in the midst of a conference of some kind, George walked in on her, most abruptly. He could see her shock and annoyance with him as he interrupted her people. His action was considered professionally rude and gave a bad impression but George looked too pissed off to care. He looked directly at Zara, glaring angrily at her. She could see something was up as he shifted his eyes towards her crew and said, "This conference is over. Return to your offices... now."

The silence and tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. The people under Zara glanced at her for guidance which was only met with a slight nod. Her people stuffed their papers and laptops into their briefcases and bags, then stood up and all filed out of the room. He didn't make a single move, nor did he take his eyes off of her till the elevator doors closed down the hall carrying the last of her people.

He lifted a hand and said, "You... come with me." He turned and headed down to his office. She quietly followed him. Once they reached his office, he opened the door and stepped inside, offering her entrance. Two security guards stood in the inside of the office, looking most serious about their reasons for being there. He looked at Zara and gauged her reaction. He saw hesitation and fear in her eyes which was quickly followed up by a mask of serenity. Never for an instant did he see curiosity, which implied that she was not sure why the guards were there. She already knew.

He looked at his guards and said, "Tell you what. I changed my mind. Go ahead and leave the office. I want to talk to her alone." He turned his eyes to Zara and said nothing till the guards were gone.

He turned and said, "So I see you got a new office down here... how is it working for you?" It was a deliberate attempt at small talk which felt about as legitimate as a 3 dollar bill...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Slowly, but surely, Zara was putting the events of last Monday behind her. It was almost like a bad dream, but she still had the faint marks from carpet burn on her breats, standing out on her body, offending her each morning when she stood before the mirror, to remind her it was, in fact real.

She was in and out to Nathan's office five or six times daily, and on each and every occasion, she braced herself, thinking that he would make demands on her, or demean her, or at the very least, reference her theft, but he was nothing but professional at all times. And gradually, she began to relax, put it behind her, and move on.

She had all her staff in a meeting, discussing the need for increased productivity, a modernisation agenda, performance management, when George Nevari burst in. It was abundantly clear he had an agenda of his own, and she was keen to release her staff, and take whatever conversation was coming, into the privacy of his office.

She had to school her features, however, when she saw the security men. Jesus!! He was going to have her arrested, thrown of the premesis??? Her heart pounded, and then he hit her with that innane question about her office.

"So I see you got a new office down here... how is it working for you?"

WTF??

She struggled to formulate a response, to act normal, in the vain hopes that this was just a little chit chat, even though every fiber of her being was on red alert.

"Yeah, it's great George, thank you. I'll admit, when Nathan first mentioned it to me, I was a little reluctant, I like being in the centre of my staff, you know, that way I am aware of everything that's happening, all the little nuances. But then I realised, that I am now an intregal part of Globex, and perhaps you might have a better use for my particular skill set."

Why in the name of God had she said that???!! She had been lulled into a false sense of security, and had been speaking as she normally would, but she could smell a rat, and using that phrase left herself wide open to misinterpretation, or in this case, the correct intrpretation. Her nerves stretched, and she began to twidle her long hair, a sure sign she was nervous. Finally she stood.

"Mr. Nirvani, Let's cut the shit. What's this all about? We both know it has absolutely nothing to do with my new office, now does it?"

W

 

[Powerdog16]

"Mr. Nirvani, Let's cut the shit. What's this all about? We both know it has absolutely nothing to do with my new office, now does it?"
George grin slid from his face and he said, "No... it doesn't." He glared at her and said, "I have figured out your little secret. I did a little digging..."

He could see her face pale slightly and then he said, "So you know exactly what it is I am talking about?" He walked towards her and said, "I am going to give you one chance and once chance only to confess to what you did. Now talk..."

George was a much more intense man than Nathan or Keith was. A former college wrestler, George was the larger and much stronger man than the others. He was often thought of as the lesser of the three dangerous men in regards to brainpower. It was no secret Nathan makes the plans, Keith makes them happen, and George enforces them.

However, he had a bad temper that often put him at odds with the other CEO's. He could see her mind racing as he slowly circled her once more. His eyes pierced into her very soul as he glared at her. He said, "Your livelihood, your career, your very income, hell... your very freedom is at stake. You will spend the rest of your life in a cage if you don't fess up!"

She still looked as if she was trying to figure out what to say when he did something very unexpected. He slapped her ass hard! He said, "Quit thinking about what you are going to say and say it! NOW!!!"

He had intentionally slapped her ass... knowing she would try and take her defense in thar direction....

 

[sallythescorpian]

Zara looked at the big, powerful man, and kept her face neutral.

"Your livelihood, your career, your very income, hell... your very freedom is at stake. You will spend the rest of your life in a cage if you don't fess up!"

Did he know, or was he trawling?? It was a poker game, and she wondered if she dared to call his bluff. She looked at him, trying to gauge what exactly he did or didn't know.

She had thought she was in the clear with her agreement with Long, and now she was faced with the second of the consortium, who was, if possible, more dangerous.

"Quit thinking about what you are going to say and say it! NOW!!!"

He slapped her!! She was outraged!!!

"Mr Nirvani, How dare you??!" She was on her feet, vibrating with outrage. "You have both assulted me, AND sexually harassed me!!! I can take you to the cleaners!!!! By the time I'm done with you, you wont had a cent to bless yourself with!! This is not 1960!!"

She was breathing hard, very hard. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She paced, the holes in her case obvious. It would come out about her stealing.

"Okay, you know about the money. I have already undertaken to repay it all, by way of half a mil per annum pay cut, and Mr Long is vetting all my expenditures personally. I apologised sincerely for my poor judgement. I was testing the checks and balances, and it somehow got mixed up with my own money..." Okay, that sounded lame, even to her ears, and she was ready, willing and able to swallow any excuse that mitigated her theft of company funds.

"Sir, I am sincerely sorry, and you have my assurances that it will never, ever happen again! I will forget about you assulting and sexually harassing me, and you forget all about a little, temporary diversion of funds"

There! That wasn't so bad!!

 

[Powerdog16]

"Sir, I am sincerely sorry, and you have my assurances that it will never, ever happen again! I will forget about you assulting and sexually harassing me, and you forget all about a little, temporary diversion of funds"

He had her. Just like Nathan did. But... he had another trick up his sleeve. He said, "Really? That was you? I thought it was Peter! I was about call the police on him too!" He ran his hands over his head in shock as he paced back and forth in the room!

He couldn't believe what he had heard... or so he was trying to sell to her. He said, "You are the one stealing all that money? YOU!" He paused and then said, "Wait... Nathan knows about this too?"

He saw her nod and he looked pissed off! He turned and walked to his desk and then put his fists on it, slightly stooped over. He was trying to think about what to do next. He then said, "Does he know about your little cover S-Corporation called "White Knight Corp"?"

He had his back to her and then stood up slowly and turned. She was looking like she had been hit by a ton of bricks. George said, "He doesn't... does he?" A common trick of the trade in Corporate America was for high level executives to build shadow corporations to help channel funds into for tax purposes and even tax evasion. People that were really good at shadow corporations could channel cash untraceable using the shadow corporation into any overseas acound they wanted and it could never be tracked by to the user... as long as no one got hold of the paperwork that was used to set it up to begin with.

He turned and looked at her and picked up the documentation and showed it to her. He said, "Let's see... Zara Martin is the CEO and Chairman of White Knight Corporation, established 2004. I pulled your records from your company and guess what I found out. More than 14 million of your profits were channeled to this corporation never to be seen again."

He handed her a copy of the creation forms and said, "Combine this with your theft of my money, and you are going to jail for a VERY long time."

George turned and looked at her and said, "I am not sure what kind of deal you made with Nathan and to be honest, I don't care to know... but I do know that you can still get out of this with your neck intact... as long as you agree to my deal..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

If it had been a game of poker, she'd have just lost, having misread her opponent, in the worst way. Oh, if only it was something as minor as a game that she had just screwed up!!!

"You are the one stealing all that money? YOU!" He paused and then said, "Wait... Nathan knows about this too?"



"Oh Shit!! I .. I thought you knew!! " God! Could she sound any more innane, she wondered. Her mind was whirrling, trying desperately to come up with some out, some explaination, that would null and void what she'd just said. Then her train of thought was interrupted.

"Does he know about your little cover S-Corporation called "White Knight Corp"?"

Zara gasped, shocked to her core. She had be very careful with that. How, in the name of God had he unearthed it??? It was before she had been taken over, there was no paper trail, nor an electronic one, so far as she knew, and if he could find it, so, perhaps, could the IRS.

Her mind was a blank, save for two words: Damage Control.

"He doesn't... does he?"

Who was he on about?? Wait, Nathan, thats who George was referring to. Her mind felt sluggish, like she had been drinking heavily the previous night, and now it wouldnt work, or like, in this case, she had had an enormous shock. She shook her head, answering his question wordlessly.

"Let's see... Zara Martin is the CEO and Chairman of White Knight Corporation, established 2004. I pulled your records from your company and guess what I found out. More than 14 million of your profits were channeled to this corporation never to be seen again."


Wait, wait wait!!! 14 million?? it had been 5 million. Where had 14 come from?? Had someone else used her shadow corp to channel money through?? She needed to check her accounts! The greater the amout, the greater the likelihood of getting caught, or rather the greater the number of transactions. She had made two, each for 2.5 mil. Where the Hell had the rest come from?? She was reeling, and Nevari was still talking!

"Combine this with your theft of my money, and you are going to jail for a VERY long time."

Her heart sank. She'd always had the impression from George that he was the straight one of the trio, the other two were wheelers and dealers, to varing extents, but George, he was a rules and regulations man, and of the three, he was the one most likely to call the cops on her, and feel good while doing it!! Nathan, she felt, would have admired, at least secretly, her "creative accounting" and would have done, in fact, probably had done something similar himself.


"I am not sure what kind of deal you made with Nathan and to be honest, I don't care to know..

Oh Shit, here it comes. "but you have broken the law and you have to pay the price!" She imagined he would have made a good Judge, he certainly looked the part, and his deep voice was sending shudders of fear through her. He didn't say, what she had expected, he said something VERY different.

". but I do know that you can still get out of this with your neck intact... as long as you agree to my deal..."

"Agreed!" she said straight off, not really caring what his deal entailed. She was so surprised to get the opportunity to make a deal, any sort of deal, anything to avoid a long stint in prison.

She managed to stand up again. "Mr Nevari, Sir, look I really appreciate being given a chance, you keeping your silence, and I agree to whatever conditions you may have! And thank you sir for this opportunity!"


She had no idea what his conditions would be. Perhaps she would have to redeploy that money back into the company's account? Put in longer hours? God, perhaps even step down, but whatever, she would do it to avoid the possiblity of incarceration.