Climbing the Corporate Ladder

‘Keep your arms there…’

 

The command was heavy and menacing; spoken by a man of similar characteristics.

 

The blonde struggled against the ache in her shoulders, the pain they were enduring spread throughout her trim figure like a hot liquid filling up a female shaped glass. The struggle was just so hard!

 

‘Remember what I said…your arms drop more than ten centimeters, and youll end up like her…’

 

CEO Manle made a small gesture with his meaty thumb to the pretty sixteen year old tied to his desk, the young teen looking up from her food bowel to take in the sight of the unfortunate secretary fighting her up hill battle against fatigue and pain. Though she would never admit it to her owner, she felt internal anguish for the poor woman being forced to stand topless, her arms outstretched with 25 lbs weights tied to each wrist. In addition, she had a 5 lb weight clamped onto each of her light brown nipples and occasionally the CEO would reach forward with his ‘Pig-sticka’ – which took the form of a long, black cane – to poke them around. Whenever he did this, the blondes response was barely heightened; she was already struggling immensely to keep her arms up and retain her freedom. Her forehead perspired, her mouth salivated around the pink ball gag that forced her lips open and her feet were squarely apart, trying to shift the weight onto her shoulders and sides. At least, far enough that her business skirt allowed…

 

‘Your doing very well Alice’ Mr Manle mocked. He hid the fact that she was, indeed, doing amazing under such circumstances; the lure of freedom implementing her with a strength and force of will that he did not believe possible for a woman. He allowed a grin to grace his lips; the dumb bitch had this coming. Not quitting when she was promoted to his personal secretary was her first mistake. Not saying no to his approaches as he bent her over her own desk in front of her female colleagues and fucked her, was of course her second. Not taking the hint when he had bought her a black necklace studded with cheap, fake diamonds was the third. Even now, when he had called her into his immaculate office in order to sit a ‘test’ for promotion…Mr Manle sighed and shook his head; the stupidity of women never ceased to amaze him.

 

Alice emitted a grunt as she lost her strength for a second; the measurer installed in Manle’s large and expansive desk announcing her failure;

 

‘Subject’s wrists descended seven centimeters’

 

 Manle’s heavy, bushy brow crumpled together as he smirked cruelly.

 

‘3 centimeters away from a fresh start bitch’

 

The young blonde grunted and moaned under the pressure, sweat dripping into her eyes and forcing them to close; this just caused her to shriek into her ball gag; cries of terror from a wounded animal desiring to face a different fate other than the shadow descending upon it. Even from his seat, Manle could see a tear descending from her eye, slithering down her flushed cheek.

 

As he watched the woman before him plummet towards her destiny, Manle allowed his thoughts to extend for the mean time, like a far reaching web centered upon this very office and the events there in. There was another that he wanted to see in Alice’s position, very dearly. What he would not have given to see that usurping whore, Jasmine, trying to hold her arms aloft in the strain for her dignity and right to privacy. A strain the bitch deserved to lose. Just imagining those luscious, light brown globes heaving under the pressure from her shoulders was…well, Mr Manle physically licked his lips at the thought. Soon, he assured him confidently, soon.

 

Piercing his thoughts, the intercom on Manle’s obsidian desk sparked to life.

 

Keeping his eyes fixated on the sweaty, struggling young blonde in front of him, the CEO reached a chubby digit over the pad of buttons on the face of the desk, punching a button thereon.

 

‘Mr Manle’ a professional female voice sounded.

 

‘Mr Eckart is here to see you’

 

His eyes sparkled like stars. Eckart! His old college buddy had finally arrived. This was excellent news.

 

‘Send him in!’ Mr.Manle chirped, his cheery tone rather disturbing to those who knew him.

 

Moments later, the double door way at the end of the long office parted in half, the figure of a tall, lean man grasping a cane materializing between the parting squares. His hair was silvered and smoothed back, matching the seamless white suit that garbed his body. He began walking casually towards the large black desk at the end of this office; his path taking him between the six obsidian pillars fastened stylishly opposite each other, three each side like tall, silent honor guard standing to the attention of an honored guest.

 

‘Eckart!’ his comrade bellowed from across the other side of the office as the platinum haired man made his approach.

 

The new comers gaze touched briefly upon the semi-naked female; the way her arms were stretched to the sides and forced to hold aloft heavy weights bringing a slight smirk to the pale mans features. It amused him.

 

Mr Manle moved around his large desk, his round figure silhouetted against the window-wall behind him. The CEO approached within reaching distance before the two engaged in a respectful handshake

 

‘So I hear you are having woman troubles?’ Eckart queried, seating himself in a comfortable leather chair that Manle motioned towards; a chair right next to the struggling blonde. 

 

‘Subject’s wrists have descended 9 centimeters’

‘Almost there!’ Manle laughed as he poured a scotch whiskey for his colleague.

 

‘Would it interest you…?’ the CEO asked his friend as he took a sip of his drink, pointing towards his concubine on the floor. 

 

Eckart considered it for a moment, the way someone would ponder over whether to indulge in a special treat from a candy store, then nodded; the young whore making her way around to his groin area. Moments passed and the teen managed to fish his impressive cock out of his pants, before setting herself to work.

 

‘So what is this that I hear about your woman troubles?’ the pale haired man repeated snidely, his member quickly becoming erect in the wet young mouth of the teen.

 

Mr Manle reclined in his chair, his figure dark and brooding compared to the grey cityscape outside the windows behind him.

 

‘Indeed, there is one, bitch in particular that has managed to snake her way into authority.’

 

Eckart chuckled at this; a cruel snigger that allowed a hint at his personality. There was no compassion to be found within this one.

 

‘Getting soft ey? I would’ve collared her before that’ he spoke, turning his face to peer down at the petite female slurping noisily on his cock. He allowed a soft, manly sigh as he stroked the sluts silky hair, his admiration for her mouth-skills growing.

 

Mr Manle turned an eye quickly to Alice, who – amazingly – still stood there, her wrists only 1 centimeter away from erasing the womans liberty.

 

‘Well…’ he started, still focusing his attention on the blonde. Bah, this was taking to long! While he spoke, he started assembling a small tool reminisce of his school days that would hopefully speed up the process.

 

‘I would have. But you see, she was useful at the time. She had family in the oil business back in…gaah…where was she from’

 

As the CEO struggled to remember, his physical actions adopted a different course of action. Raising a thin, hollow pipe to his lips and taking aim, Mr.Manle sent a spit wad cutting through the air, watching with a satisfied smile as it slapped Alice in the forehead, sticking. The blonde yelped in surprise, but much to her oppressor’s disappointment, she did not lower her wrists. If only she’d been born a man…

 

‘I see’ Eckart pondered, ignoring the fun his friend was having with the eldest of two bitches present. His right hand was down near the young concubines head, stroking her hair affectionately as he watched her lips stretch around the thickness of his meat-shaft, a nice slick sheen appearing whenever she pulled her head back.

 

‘So you want me to deal with her then?’

 

Mr.Manle reloaded his hollow pipe with another spit wad, bringing it up near his lips on stand by for another shot.

 

‘That is correct. You know I like to be frank and direct when possible and this is one of those times; use whatever means necessary, but look out for her bitch-friend, Jennifer Griffith. The Noble sluts in control of JSF at the moment…’

 

‘And whats in it for me?’

 

A sound emerged from Alice’s face as a spit wad struck her just below the eye.

 

‘Subject’s wrist’s have descended to 15 centimeters. Slave registration complete’

 

CEO Manle grinned to the whining and moaning from the new slave.

 

‘Theres your down payment…’