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Brooke gets a promotion party with unexpected twists and turns.
Chapter Three
Just a single day until her promotion, her transfer. The past week and more a continuing nightmare, constant monitored humiliations in front of the computer at home only to be compounded by her secretary’s, now Mistress’ sadistic demands all week at work, and now a night of being honored, a dinner for her at the Chairman of the board’s estate, he an almost notorious bachelor. Dressed to the nine’s, a chauffeur driven limousine, the solitary ride to the countryside, and the awe of being delivered to the front door, under the veranda of the French style Mansion.
Stepping out of the limo amongst a Silver Shadow Rolls, a couple Bentleys, along with a mixed display of Mercedes, Porsche, and other exotic motor cars and for the moment, the agony and humiliation of the past few days just hangs in the shadows of her mind. Escorted to the door by the chauffeur, announced to the guests by the doorman, virtually every important person in the company appearing to be mingling in the foyer, the great room, she’s escorted to the head of the table arrangement for the formal dinner, next to the Chairman.
The next few hours even more then expected, the accolades, the excitement along with the aurora of the event are overwhelming as she gets a taste of her future should be, at least what she’s worked so hard to achieve if the past couple weeks haven’t ruined everything. As the event winds down, most of the couples leaving, acknowledgements of her accomplishments heaped on her, she finds herself left with less then a dozen executives and wives, the higher Echelon of the corporation.
Standing by the foyer, courtesy drink in hand while discussing whatever with a few of the wives, she notices the Chairman signaling to her with a nod and finger. Excusing herself from the ladies, stepping across the room, she approaches him with a tinge of anticipation, even maybe apprehension as she can’t help sensing a look in his distinguished, authoritive eyes.
“Brooke… Come here.” He smiles, a fixed firm smile. Leading her by the arm, back to a large double door entry, as it swings open she notices a large screen on the far wall, the room obviously the audio, video entertainment area of the mansion. Several rows of over stuffed theater seats, most already filled with the executives and their spouses, she’s led to the center seat in front.
“Have a seat Brooke.” He politely, firmly directs as he waits for her to sit, then takes the seat to her left.
Glancing back, noticing the seats are quickly filling, even the women she was just moments before surrounded by taking their places, she turns back as the lights dim.
Feeling her forearm gripped, sensing the Chairman leaning closer while continuing to watch the screen, she hears his almost whisper. “I want you to watch Brooke… This won’t take long… A few minutes at most.”
The blank screen flickering, in just the briefest of moments she feels the warmth spreading across her cheeks, face. Feeling her arm gripped even tighter, her stomach knotted as her throat burns, ready to throw up; she stares unbelievingly at the video of her naked body being ravaged by the three islanders. No sound from the video, no sound in the room, the silence is deafening as the camera moves around her naked body, centers on the thick, dark cocks filling her orifices as she’s arched backwards in the close circle of animated observers. Devastated, humiliated, her chest pounding, she forces herself back into the seat as his fingers grip ever tighter into her aching arm.
A close-up of her face, the cock deep in her mouth, her eyes hazy, the video freezes, the dim lights in the room brighten. The CEO standing, lifting Brooke up by her arm, turning her toward the group of people facing her, he glances toward her arm he’s holding as he speaks. “Would you like to explain this video Brooke?” Nodding toward the obviously disgusted guests, he continues. “To the board members of the corporation, and their wives?”
Absolutely humiliated, face beat red, heart visibly pounding through her low cut evening gown, almost instantly making he feel even cheaper as her breasts visibly quiver, she lowers her head, unable to even glance at the group staring silently back at her. Trembling, she feels him guiding her back into her seat by her arm. “Sit, Brooke.”
The screen going blank, a couple moments and the sight of her starring back toward the room flashes into clear view. Again she feels nauseated as she realizes it’s of her sitting in front of her computer, following the directions of the monitor. Shaking her breasts, manipulating herself, the clothespins, everything flashes bigger then life on the jumbo screen as she feels his hand continuing to grip her arm.
Sensing him leaning toward her, she instinctively jerks as she hears his whispers. “Brooke… Brooke… Brooke!”
The video again freeze-framing with her hands behind her head, her breasts flailing with clothespins on both nipples, sitting motionless, her watering eyes glare at herself on the screen in disbelief as he again stands, lifts her by her arm. Again turning toward the silent audience, all staring sternly back at her, she’s sure she’s going to vomit, wants to crawl under the chair. The room lighting even brighter, the guests begin standing, stepping toward the rear of the room, the double doors, still in silence as they file out. One by one the room empties until just the pair are left.
Turning her toward him, again the stern stare and he asks. “Brooke?”
Tears welling, utterly humiliated, unable to speak, barely to think, she keeps her eyes lowered as he takes a step back, releases her arm. Feeling herself trembling, emotionally destroyed, she feels the tears falling across the upper curves of her bare globes rising above her gown.
“Brooke… Obviously we have a problem… Don’t we?”
Hearing his stern voice, realizing her career’s devastated, she barely shakes her head, the vision of herself still on the screen behind them. Waiting for his response, the seconds ticking by like minutes, she continues to tremble before he again finally speaks.
“We are the only ones with those videos… I’ve secured all the copies… Nothing else is out there to embarrass the corporation… My company.” He states in an almost fatherly tone. “Nothing at all.”
Glancing up toward his face staring back down at her, barely able to see through her tears, not sure what he means, where the conversation’s going, she again slowly nods, mumbles. “Yea… Yes Sir?”
“You know your career’s worthless now.” He scolds. “You gave up everything… Everything you had a taste of earlier tonight.”
Heart sinking, realizing the brief, fleetest chance of his help, understanding is not going to happen, her glimmer of hope evaporates as the tears become more then a trickle, her body shaking as she stands pathetically in front of him, the screen. “Yes… Yes Sir!... Is… Is that all?... I’m sorry… So sorry… I… I think I want to leave… To go now!”
“You’re free to go at anytime Brooke…. Anytime.” He admonishes. “The limo will take you back to your residence if you wish to leave… To leave what you could have had here.”
“Thank you… Okay.” She almost whispers, again barely able to look him in the eye as she feels her body trembling, the tears mounting as again she feels a mixed signal, almost an offer, some kind of offer. “I’m sorry… I… I wish I could make it up somehow… To… To the company… To… To you!” She barely whispers, herself throwing out her own mixed signals, hoping for a chance, any kind of chance to not lose everything she’s worked, struggled for, lost friends, fellow employees for.
Gripping both her forearms, leaning toward her, his voice, almost a whisper, yet stronger, deeper, he speaks. “If you’re serious… Really serious Brooke… I have companies all over the world… But…”
Hesitantly glancing up at him, again the very slimmest of hopes of retaining the lifestyle she’s worked her whole life for, she practically begs. “But?... But?”
“You really embarrassed us Brooke… Embarrassed me personally.” He admonishes. “Hand picked by me and the videos are of a slut… A whore… A tramp!... Aren’t they Brooke?”
Face flushing even more, if possible, humiliated even more; if possible, she feels her arms gripped tighter, his voice ringing sterner. Nodding, chocking back the tears, she again feels hopeless, almost being toyed with as she whimpers. “I… I guess… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
“Well then Brooke.” He again sternly speaks. “If I were to even consider the slightest chance of resurrecting your career… To forgive you for the company… Then there’s still the issue of my personal disappointment in you… How could you ever reconcile that matter personally with me?”
“I… I would…”
“Brooke!” Cutting her off, gripping her arms tighter, he sternly speaks. “Be very careful what you say next… I know what you’re capable of from the videos!... The wrong words and this discussion’s over… Permanently!”
Nodding, trying to find words, she’s confused, uncertain what to say, to offer, not sure if what he’s hinting at is actually a hint or not. “What … What would you want me to do to show my… My apology is sincere?... Sir?” Throwing out the ‘Sir’ in an assertive tone without even knowing why she did, she glances into his eyes, again at that unusual look. “What could I do to please you … Sir?”
“Brooke… Cutting to the chase… I’m not making a corporative offer… Like I said… I own several companies.” He negotiates. “My personal offer is this… And it’s take it or leave it.” Letting her arms drop, glancing at the screen, he continues. “One year… One year and you become a president of one of my companies of your choice.”
Heart pounding, this time in excitement, she nods with her tears already drying. “One year?... One year… Okay… Of what?”
“Of personal servitude Brooke.” He answers, almost scoldingly. “Don’t be patronizing… You know what I mean. Either offer me in your own words what I expect to hear you’ll submit too or this discussion’s over… Like I said… Be careful… This is your last chance.” Again glancing at the screen, at the bigger then life poise of her with the clamped nipples, he glances back into her widening eyes. ‘Make me an offer I can’t refuse… Brooke!”
The screen staring back at her too, the clothespins pinching her nipples on the video, she realizes the decision he wants, expects is painfully obvious. Lowering her eyes, she mutters. “I… I will be submissive to you for a year… I will do whatever you order me to do.”
“More specific Brooke.” He instructs, obviously pleased as his demeanor shows. “Tell me… Beg me in the words of a real submissive… To a real Master if you want me to consider it… Tell me what you will submit yourself too… To me willfully!”
“I will be your submissive… Sir.” She answers, trying to find the proper words. “I want you to be my Master for the next year… Sir”
“That’s a start… Now Brooke… Be more graphic as to what a slave should submit herself too… Obviously starting by living with me here.” He orders, as for the first time he cups her breasts, sliding his hands beneath both globes in her black gown. “Tell me you will give yourself totally to me… To use as I wish… To punish as I wish… To even abuse as I wish…. Damn it Brooke… Be graphic if you want to earn the good life!... Now what the Hell are you willing to do for me?... What are you willing to allow me to do to your body whenever I want?… You’ve got thirty seconds to convince me!?
“Yes… Yes Sir.” She stutters, her mind racing for answers before she finds herself blurting out. “You can take me… Fuck me… Spank me sir!... I’ll be your submissive… Slave…. Sex slave Master!” Hearing her own voice quivering, not wanting to offend him as he seems to be becoming annoyed, she’s cut off.
“Got to be better then that Brooke!”
“Please use my body anyway you want!... Like… Like on those video’s Sir!” She almost shouts. “Whip me… Fuck me… Hurt me!... Use me as you want… Anytime you want… I’ll live with you Sir!... I’ll be yours… Please!”
A grin, maybe even a smile and he slides a hand over the top of her gown, cups and lifts her left breast out of the gown. Melding, squeezing, he watches the tanned areola, nipple swell as he manipulates the firm tit flesh. “ Might as well get started tonight then… The limo will take you back to your residence to retrieve some clothes and personal items. I expect you back before midnight or you will receive your first punishment… Understand Brooke?”
Nodding, she mutters. “Yes Sir… Yes… Yes midnight Sir.”
A few minutes pass before Brooke’s on her way in the limo. Stepping into his office, the guests also long gone, sitting behind his desk in front of the computer, his monitor, he watches through the camera in Brooke’s residence above her monitor, no need to type in any further messages, instructions like he has over the past week. Enjoying the thoughts of the games of the past couple weeks with Brooke, he’ll be sure to give the islander, the caretaker of his vacation resort there, a nice healthy bonus for his services during the vacation. The secretary earned a nice bonus too; she’ll get Brooke’s corner office and her own secretary with her new promotion, and she doesn’t even know who her real benefactor is… With her looks, maybe in the future, a year or so, she’ll get to go on another free vacation herself, just like Brooke did.
End Part 3
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