Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 7
Normally Sissy would leap from her bed once the alarm clock went off,
but not this morning. She ached, especially her poor bruised bottom, the victim
of a vicious paddling perpetrated on it by her father, grandpa and her two
brothers. It had been quite an ordeal and she was thankful for her daddy
postponing the last round of paddling she was going to get.
She mentally went over what was supposed to be happening at work today.
She was aware that her interview with Ellen Luxore was still not completed,
meaning that she was to report to her normal work area this morning. This was
probably a blessing considering how poorly she was feeling. Perhaps by the end
of day when she was expected to join Ms Luxore for the final portion of her
interview, she might be feeling perky again.
Once she gingerly exited her soft, warm bed she experienced the first of
many twinges centered in her swollen rump. Going to the toilet was the first of
many unpleasant surprises that were in store for her. It proved to be no mean
feat to void her bladder and evacuate her bowels without contacting the seat,
which felt as if it were made of broken glass. Walking was a challenge as well.
Her gait was affected by her need to compensate for the pain radiating from her
poor behind and surrounding area. To make matters worse her tweeners had gotten
oversized from all the attention they received down in the rec room, and
required a bra that now felt more like a chastity belt as far as the effect it
produced on her sore tits.
Despite a number of offers of a seat, Sissy insisted on standing as she
rode the bus to work. Twice during the long ride unknown hands invaded her
private parts. The first was delivered via a pinch on her bruised butt that
brought an outraged yelp from the blond airhead and led to the creation of a
no-fun zone not to be breached by those males lusting for an opportunity to pat,
poke and prod those curves that were prominently displayed by her low cut dress.
Said garment was the only thing she could get into that gave her some relief
from the nicks and bruises that covered her rump and othe portions of her
anatomy. The second successful foray involved one deceitful member of the male
race who shamelessly grabbed one of her big boobs on his way to the back exit of
the bus. Once off the bus Sissy limped the two and a half blocks to the offices
of Megalomania Enterprises and entered for another day of surprises.
Sissy made a beeline for the ladies room and liberated a pillow from the
couch, then quickly returned to her cubicle and tried to find a comfortable
position in which to sit at her desk. The pillow made matters a little better,
but she knew that there was no way she could survive the day if she had to sit
at her desk most of the time. Fortunately she was called to her supervisor's
area a few minutes after the office day began. On her way over to see him, she
began to fabricate the excuses she would give him if he suggested she engage in
morale building activities at the local hot pillow motel during the lunch hour
or after hours. To her astonishment the man informed her that she was to report
to Mr. Janus in the Customer Relations Division offices in twenty minutes.
By the time she arrived at his office, Sissy was convinced that Ms
Luxore had given him a bad report on the interview, or worse still, had
recommended that she be fired. Why a man at his level would spend the time
required to do something that was the function of the HR folk never crossed
Sissy's mind. This was why she was where she was, and he had this nice big
office with a stern faced woman out front who guarded his privacy like an attack
dog. A few minutes later the woman ushered the shaking girl into the private
office of Mr. Janus, who was aptly named considering his occupation which was to
be all things to all people, just as long as it benefited ME,as those at his
level referred to the corporation.
He pointed to the chair located to the side of his huge wooden desk,
mahogany of course, as befitted his rank in the corporate hierarchy, and waited
until Sissy settled her bruised fanny down on its surprisingly comfortable seat.
He leaned forward and gave her a wolfish grin, the kind she usually drew, but
never from a person of his exalted status. He spoke with a New England accent,
carefully developed and honed to perfection during his days at Harvard while he
was obtaining his MBA.
"Ms Slickslit, that is your name, correct? I am the head of operations
for this Division. Ms Luxore who had been interviewing you, works for me. Things
have taken an unexpected turn and Ms Luxore has been pressed into service to
handle a little conflagration that has broken out in Europe. In parallel with
this little deviation from the norm we have been given a wonderful opportunity
to ally ourselves with the Hashifumoto Corporation headquartered in Osaka. It is
imperative that we send a team to visit our new partners in what may prove to be
a most profitable endeavor for both our corporations. Ms Slickslit, Ellen tells
me that you are ideal to support her in this important task. We at ME hope you
will accept this assignment and be prepared to leave for Osaka in one week. This
is a golden opportunity for you to expose yourself to the very highest levels of
management at ME and Hashifumoto. I know you will not let us down."
To say that Sissy Slickslit, a recent high school graduate and dutiful
daughter was stunned senseless by this turn of events would be an understatement
of epic proportions. She wasn't quite sure what this conflagration he talked
about was, but she was sure that Ellen Luxore would make short work of whatever
it was. On the other hand she wasn't sure about where this Osaka place was
located, and hoped that it wasn't too far from her home. She remembered her
promise to make sure that she did what was right when it came to taking care of
the excess testosterone that flowed through the bodies of the male members of
the Slickslit family. Rather than ask any further questions that might expose
her ignorance of things said here, she nodded her head up and down and gave
Mr.Janus her best company smile. He clapped his hands enthusiastically and
buzzed for his assistant to show Sissy to the team leader, a Mr. Muriama.
The office of Mr. Muriama was located four floors below and there was
nothing between him and the outside except a door with his name stenciled in
black thanks to the maintenance people who had responded to the need for some
form of recognition for his role in this very important activity. She knocked
and a muffled voice asked her to enter. Seated at his desk, which occupied most
of his tiny office, sat a middle-aged man with glasses and a bad haircut,
wearing what looked to be a suit handed down from one generation of his family
to the next. He waved her toward the only other chair in the room and this time
it was hard and unyielding. He arched his eyebrows when she sat down and winced
in pain.
"You are Miss Sissy Slickslit?" Sissy nodded and tried to shift into a
position that reduced the pain coming from her bruised bottom.
"Please stand up and remove your clothing. I wish to see your
qualifications." This was a new one on Sissy. She'd had all sorts of men try
all sorts of lines on her, and lots of them worked she had to confess. This one
however took the cake. Before she could react, he stood up and pointed a shaky
finger at her. "I am in charge and you must do as I say. Do you understand! Now
stand up and remove all your clothing . There is much we have to accomplish
today."
The expression on Mr. Muriama's face was priceless as she unveiled
herself. He began mumbling in some foreign tongue and pulled out a handkerchief
and began wiping his brow as she removed her dress and then leaned forward and
popped her bruised tweeners from the confines of the bra. She took a deep breath
before shimmying out of her bikinis. The man's mouth was open and his chest was
moving in and out, so she knew he hadn't died on his feet, but the silence and
lack of motion on his part was eerie. She glanced down and had to admit that her
body could do with some doctoring based on the variegated colors that crossed
her swollen tits, flat belly and that plump muffin that seemed to be acting like
a magnet for Mr. Muriama's eyes. When she turned to present him his first view
of her swollen, mottled ass he made this weird high pitched sound and began
babbling in this strange tongue once more. Finally he spoke in what passed for
English.
"I thank you, and my ancestors thank you as well. You are perfection in
itself. I am saved. My family honor has been upheld." Sissy had no idea what he
was talking about, but the look on his face was one of sheer bliss.Normally when
a man had that look on his face, he also had something hard poking out from his
trousers if he was wearing any that is.
"You may put your clothing on again. I must make a few phone calls and
once things have been arranged I will expect you to come to Room B7, located in
the basement of this building. There you will have your picture taken by a
professional photographer and his staff. From his pictures we wil select those
to be included in the brochure that is even now being prepared for delivery to
the Hashifumoto Corporation people in advance of our team's arrival in Osaka in
one week." Sissy knew better than to ask any questions of this man. At this
point he was most happy with her and it was obvious that she had something to
contribute when they visited Osaka, wherever that was. She made a mental note to
find out tonight where this place was located.
That afternoon she found her way down to the area that was now set up as
a photographer's studio of sorts. Besides Mr Muriama, there was this blonde
haired, middle-aged man wearing dark glasses and clad entirely in black leather.
Surrounding him were four other people who comprised the team that would assist
him in making the portfolio that was to be sent to the Hashifumoto Corporation.
He was introduced as Klaus von Klaw and before Sissy could say a word he
screamed at the top of his lungs, " So this is the meat! Strip pig! I don't have
all day to do this job. Now get those clothes off and just do as I say." There
was something in his tone of voice that made her get naked in record time.
"Hands on your head, feet spread!" he ordered and Sissy complied. He
circled her making small noises as he did. "This one has already been marked up
rather well, this will save considerable time. Let's string her up by her wrists
and make sure those legs are spread until she squeaks."
Without a word a pair of his black clad assistants picked her up and
carried her over to the center of the room where a hook hung from a rafter in
the ceiling. Before she knew it, she was hanging from her wrists, her legs
feeling as if they were the wishbone of a turkey and someone was about to get
his wish fulfilled. Suddenly she was blinded by the flashing from a pair of
cameras, one operated by von Klaw, the other by a pale, dark haired woman in her
early 30s.
Occasionally one would order her to "Look over here....Raise your head
more...Try to look a bit more frightened..." Sissy did her best to follow these
instructions, but sometimes she angered them, especially von Klaw who began to
threaten her with physical harm unless she did as he directed. "Do as you are
told or I will add to those beautiful markings on that superb ass!.....Do that
again and I will take the skin off those bruised melon-like tits; who would know
the difference?" Somehow Sissy did the minimum to avoid being further damaged by
this apparently deranged photographer.
When they took her down from the hook, Sissy thought the session was
finished; not by a long shot it turned out. Now she was given a collection of
strange garments to wear so they could take more pictures. There were things
made of leather, vinyl, latex, even rubber. Others such as the chains, collars,
manacles, even that rone terrible corset that crushed her midriff and squashed
her lungs flat, were made totally or predominately of metal. She crammed her
body into all manner of pants, gloves, corsets, waist cinchers and items she
didn't even know the name for. She tried to make her sore titties fit into
contraptions made of rubber or leather, some with places for her nipples to
protrude. The cameras flashed over and over as she changed from one bizarre
outfit to the next, all of them revealing much more than they concealed.
Next came the ropes and bondage gear. By then poor Sissy was limp as a
rag from being under the bright lights without relief or even being allowed the
opportunity to drain her rather full bladder. Her arms and hands were placed in
sleeves that forced her elbows together and made her two arms merge into one.
She had her jaws pried open to their limit by rubber ball gags, a brank and a
pear, an insidious tool that allowed the victim's jaws to be opened to their
limit, and even beyond if the one controlling the pear deemed it necessary.
Hooks were embedded into her nostrils and attached to her brow causing her face
to be stretched painfully. There was even this simple looking device made of
wooden strips that captured her tongue, holding it out from her mouth in its
powerful grip.
The final portion of this lenghty and almost debilitating session
involved Sissy being put into compromising positions that made it appear as if
she was engaged in various forms of sexual congress with as many as three
partners at the same time. Even the woman joined in this activity, posing with
Sissy for a series of shots that actually showed both lapping away at each
other's private parts. Sissy found this to be an almost restful experience
thanks to the skill of that dark haired woman. However she panicked when they
brought in the Doberman, its equipment modified to make it easy to have sex with
humans. She fought furiously against their attempts to even simulate a mating
with that animal, but they wore her down and in exchange for the promise to
terminate the session once they got one good shot of her and the dog, she
relented.
Once this was accomplished to the satisfaction of Klaus von Klaw, the
session was terminated, as promised, and Sissy was totally ignored as they went
about the business of striking the set and packing it up for transport to
wherever the next shoot might be held. As for poor Sissy, she barely had enough
energy left to drag herself into the ladies room. It had been a brutal day, but
the worse was over for now.
( To be continued)
