THE ANIMAL
by V.P. Viddler
The note said: "You will suck this man off on your knees in the middle of
your office."
Jill saw that it was Morris's handwriting. Naturally.
The man who had handed Jill this note stood now in front of her desk,
saying nothing. He was big and bald and grossly fat, with a face like that of a
pig.
Jill felt faint.
Morris.
If she could only --
Jill swallowed, hard. Without looking at the man, she said, trying to
hold her voice steady, "I suppose you know what this says."
"Yeah," the man said.
Jill took a long breath, trying to stay calm, to hold back any tears, to
stop her body from shaking with rage and shame and hatred and humiliation.
Not that Morris hadn't pulled stunts like this before. Not that Morris
would not do it again. Morris thought up all kinds of things for Jill to do, to
show her how much power he had over her, to show her how he could grind her
into dust, to show how far Jill had to degrade herself for him, to act as his
plaything, a toy for him to- -
Jill pushed a button on her intercom. "JoAnn. No calls."
"Yes, Miss Nillson."
Jill sat still for a long moment. Then she said, "Lock the door."
The man went to the office door and did so. Jill stood up, moving slowly
around her desk. Jill was wearing a blue silk blouse and a tan skirt which came
to her knees. At least Morris's note had not said anything about having to
undress for him. Swallowing again, Jill walked to the center of her office,
conscious of the man's eyes on her body, conscious of her round breasts taut
against the tight blouse, of her slim, supple calves (no stockings -- she
didn't wear stockings) rippling as she moved, the snug skirt outlining the
sensuousness of her thighs, as she came to where he stood, waiting.
Jill stood in front of him. She tried to look him in the eyes, but could
not. Jill took another breath and sank down to her knees on the floor.
The man did nothing, but stood waiting. Jill had to open his fly and pull
out his phallus, which was hard with anticipation. Jill bowed her head and took
it slowly into her mouth.
The man grunted.
Jill began to suck him.
She knew she had to do a good job, to make it enjoyable for him, for
Morris would certainly ask him all about it, and if Morris was not satisfied
that Jill had given it all she had -- Jill did not want to think about that. So
she did it slowly, carefully, making it good for him, licking at that stiff
phallus with her tongue as she sucked it, moving her soft mouth around on him
as her head bobbed slowly up and down, taking him all the way into her mouth
until she almost gagged as the tip of it stuck in her throat.
The man was grunting, grunting, loudly, rhythmically. Still Jill did what
she had to do, gradually sucking faster, trying to coordinate her rhythm with
the rising tempo of his grunting. Morris could keep her sucking him for hours
if he wanted to, but this man was swiftly losing his control. Obviously he was
going to climax in her mouth. Must she swallow it? Morris's note had not said
that, but probably, she thought despairingly, it was automatically assumed that
she would know that that was what she must do. So as the fat man arched his
body, pushing his hips forward, shoving his crotch hard against her face, and
his gism spurted out into her throat as his piggish grunts turned into a shout
of ecstasy, Jill took it all, swallowing it down, gulping to keep pace with the
gobs of copious gism that shot from his spasming phallus into her docilely
accepting mouth.
Jill Nillson sat again at her desk in her office at McKnight and Dallis
Publishing Company, of which she was an associate. Jill was twenty-four, tall,
with long brown hair, slim but with a lusciously rounded body, full breasts and
long shapely legs. Looking at her, with her soft pretty face and air of
authority and control, nobody could have thought of her as she had been that
morning, kneeling on the floor with her mouth full of a stranger's phallus, at
the command of a man she loathed.
Jill's intercom sounded.
"Yes, JoAnn?"
"Miss Nillson -- Arthur wants to see you. Shall I send him in?"
"Arthur?" Arthur was McKnight and Dallis's office boy, a gangling,
grinning youth, with whom Jill had never had much to do. "All right."
Arthur soon was in the room, closing the door behind him. "You got a
minute, Miss Nillson?" Grinning.
"Of course, Arthur. Sit down."
Arthur sat. Jill waited, but Arthur just sat and said nothing.
"Is there something I can do for you, Arthur?"
"Yeah," Arthur said. "There sure is, Miss Nillson."
"What is it?" Jill said, puzzled and a bit annoyed.
"I'll tell you," Arthur said. "You can do for me just what you did for
that guy you had in here this morning."
Jill, staring at him, felt her stomach turn over. "What?" she said
faintly.
"For a start," Arthur said.
Jill's head was swimming. She had to get hold of her mind. "What -- what
are you talking about?"
"Come on now, Miss Nillson. You know, all right. I saw you, you know."
"You -- you saw --"
"That's right. All of it. And damn, it looked good, too," Arthur said,
grinning.
"I --" Jill said. "I -- wait -- I don't --"
"You didn't know about the setup, did you?" Arthur said. "Not many do any
more. It was put in way back. But I know, okay?"
"Set up?"
"I watch all the time," Arthur said. "But till now I didn't see anything
much. But you just never know, right?"
Jill was faint. "You -- you watched -- you saw --"
"Right. But don't worry, Miss Nillson. I'm gonna keep it to myself, okay?
I'm a clam, and you can count on that. As long as you're nice to me."
"What? Why, you -- you filthy -- Are you trying --"
"Now calm down," Arthur said. "It's not like you're a virgin, Miss
Nillson."
"You get out of here," Jill said. "Right now."
"Not so fast," Arthur said. "What if I go talk to Mr. Dallis about this,
hmm? I'll bet even old McKnight would be fascinated. How long do you think
you'd be working here, Miss Nillson?"
"You filthy bastard!" Jill said. "You can't blackmail me! Who do you
think you are? Nobody will believe a damn thing you say about me. You scum! Did
you really think I would -- for you --"
"I guess," Arthur said, "you didn't know about the camera either, did
you?"
"Camera?"
Now Arthur got up, taking something from his jacket pocket, walking
toward the cabinet on one wall, fiddling with her VCR machine. "Watch," Arthur
said.
In a moment Jill sat frozen as an image appeared on the screen -- it was
her, standing in front of the fat man. Now she was going down onto her knees.
Now she was undoing his fly. And now she was taking him into her mouth and --
"Oh god!" Jill said. "Oh dear god, no!"
"Good picture, isn't it?" Arthur said.
"Stop it!" Jill said. "Turn it off!"
"But it's so great," Arthur said. "I don't want to stop watching it. God,
look at that!"
Jill, shaking, wanted to go and turn it off herself, but she couldn't; as
if paralyzed, she had to sit there and watch herself sucking that fat pig's
penis, watch as Arthur was watching, watch that bobbing head, that moving
mouth, that kneeling, servile body.
"Stop it," Jill said, choking, almost panting. "Please. Please stop it."
"No way," Arthur said, and Jill hid her eyes with her hand, but still she
could hear the sound, the grunting sounds from the man, and other laborious
sounds from herself. Until again the fat man shouted his climax, and Jill in
spite of her shame found herself gazing again at the sight of her, gulping,
abasing herself, as his gism shot into her throat.
"Christ!" Arthur said. "Look at that! Look how you're swallowing it all!
Christ!"
And Arthur now took the tape back, putting it away again in his pocket.
Jill couldn't speak, couldn't do anything.
"Now," Arthur said. "If I was to show this thing to Dallis or McKnight,
okay? Or maybe take it to the gossip columnists or -- hell, I can think of all
sorts of people who would love to --"
"What -- what do you want?" Jill said.
It was not a very bright question.
"I told you, Miss Nillson," Arthur said. "I want what he got. And a lot
more."
"You filthy son of a bitch," Jill said softly.
"I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Miss Nillson. Say --
can I call you Jill now? I mean, since we're going to be so close and all."
"Now, wait," Jill said. "If -- if you think you can just blackmail me
into -- Oh, no. No."
"Okay," Arthur said. "I'm sorry about that, Jill, but a lot of people are
going to be damn happy about it. At least I'll probably get rich with this
tape. So long, Miss Nillson." Arthur got up and went to the door.
Jill said nothing.
Arthur put his hand on the doorknob, turning it.
Jill sat very still.
Arthur pulled the door open.
"Wait," Jill said.
Arthur closed the door again and turned to look at Jill. Jill was
trembling. There was a long pause. And finally Jill said, "Lock the door."
Jill saw a triumphant glitter in Arthur's eyes. She felt cold.
"Ask me," Arthur said.
"What?" Jill was confused.
"Ask me to do that, Jill," Arthur said.
"Ask you --"
"Ask me to lock the door. Ask me nicely. In fact, beg me to do it."
"Now wait --"
"Beg me, Jill," Arthur said. "On your knees."
Jill sat still. "What are you -- you bastard --"
"I'm waiting," Arthur said.
Jill almost said no. But she didn't.
After a long moment she got up from her chair, and walked slowly around
to the side of her desk. She bit at her lip, her hands clenching into fists.
Then, slowly, Jill sank down to her knees.
"Please," Jill said, hating him, hating herself for giving in to this
degradation. "I beg you. Lock the door."
Arthur did so.
Now, Jill thought, he'll want what he saw on the tape. But Arthur moved
back to his chair in front of her desk, and sat down.
"I like you that way, Jill," Arthur said, grinning. "You really look sexy
like that. But we'll go back to that. Right now I want to see your body. All of
it."
"You're scum," Jill said.
"Now, Jill," Arthur said. "What I want you to do right now is to sit up
here on the desk. Okay?"
Jill got up slowly. "Look," she said. "If I do this -- if I do what you
want -- will you give me that tape and --"
"No bargains, Jill," Arthur said. "You're not in a bargaining position,
okay? You just be a good girl and do what I tell you, and as long as you do
this tape will stay with me. Okay?"
"But -- but you can't just -- blackmail me forever!"
"Can't I?"
"Oh, god. Look, if you --"
"I'm tired of talking, Jill. Maybe we can talk about this later. If
you're a good girl. Okay? Now I want you to sit up here on the edge of this
desk, facing me. Go on."
"Bastard," Jill said. But she did it, sitting on her desk, facing him.
Arthur slid his chair closer to her, until her lower legs, dangling from the
desk's edge, almost touched his knees. Now Arthur took one of her legs in his
hand, placing it on his lap, pulling off her shoe.
"Now this is nice," Arthur said, and he ran his hand slowly up Jill's
curving calf all the way to her knee. "This is what I call nice." His hand slid
further up, onto her thigh, going under her skirt, stroking the soft, smooth
skin on the inside of her thigh. Jill flinched momentarily.
"Hold still, Miss Nillson," Arthur said softly. "Jill. Just hold still."
"Damn you," Jill said.
Arthur's hand continued to touch her thigh, stroking, caressing,
exploring, then moving back down to her calf again.
"You know what I want now, Jill?" Arthur said.
Jill said nothing.
"I want to look at your breasts."
Jill said nothing. Her hands clutched the desk on both sides of her. Her
body was rigid.
"You have such fine-looking breasts," Arthur said. "I always wanted to
know what they look like naked. Now I'm going to find out. Isn't that right,
Jill?"
Jill said nothing.
"Show them to me," Arthur said.
"Arthur," Jill said after a moment. "Arthur, look. What if I just -- I
could --"
"Show them to me," Arthur said.
"You filthy son of a bitch," Jill said slowly. Then she brought her hands
up to the front of her blouse, and began to unbutton it. The buttons parted one
by one, until the blouse was open. Avoiding Arthur's staring eyes, Jill pulled
it out of her waistband, and then slid it off.
Arthur's gaze was burning through her black brassiere. "Don't stop,"
Arthur said. "Let me see them."
"I hate you for this," Jill said, her hands going in back of her, opening
the bra clasps. "I'll kill you for this, I swear it." And she slid the straps
from her shoulders and took the bra off.
"God damn!" Arthur said. "Aren't they something! Christ, look at those
pretty pink nipples poking out. All stiff and all. Man, what a body. I gotta
see it all. Show it to me, Jill. Just stand up here, right in front of me, and
take it all off, okay?"
Jill slid off the desk, standing right in front of Arthur's chair. "You
won't get away with this," Jill said. "You won't. I can get back at you,
Arthur. And I will."
"Jill --"
Jill took off her skirt.
"Fantastic legs," Arthur said. "Go on."
Jill slid her panties down. She was naked.
Arthur was almost panting now, his gaze moving up and down her body.
"Turn around," Arthur said hoarsely. "Turn around and bend over that desk."
Not truly realizing what Arthur was planning, Jill did what he said.
"All the way down, Jill baby," Arthur said, and pushed at Jill's back
until she was bent forward sharply from the hips, with her breasts mashing
against the desk's surface and her buttocks thrusting out and back. But as
Arthur, first unzipping his pants and pulling out his stiffly throbbing penis,
put his hands on those round, firm buttocks and pulled them widely apart, Jill
began to struggle vainly to push him away.
"No!" Jill said loudly. "No! Not that way!"
"This way," Arthur said, and Jill could feel his hard tool probing at her
anus.
"Oh god, not like that, please!" Jill said frantically. "Don't! You
bastard! No!"
But Arthur was not stopping, and suddenly Jill shrieked in pain as his
phallus forced itself pst her anal sphinctre, and sank slowly but forcefully
into her tight passage. Jill was howling and pounding on the desk with her
fists. As Arthur lunged at her, panting loudly.
It didn't last long. Arthur gave a mighty shout and shot up into her,
again and again and again. Now he lay across her back, still panting, mashing
her breasts into the hard wood. Jill was crying.
"Filthy pig!" Jill said, sobbing. "Maggot! I'll have you killed, Arthur,
I swear I will."
Arthur suddenly stood up, and Jill collapsed to the floor at his feet.
Arthur lay down on his back and said, "Suck it for me, Jill. Suck it real nice,
like you did for that fat guy."
"Oh god," Jill said. "You are -- please. At least wash it first. Please."
"No," Arthur said. "You suck it just like it is, Jill darling. All dirty
from your ass. That's gonna make it extra good."
"I can't," Jill said.
Arthur took hold of Jill's long brown hair and forcibly pulled her head
to his crotch. "Do it," Arthur commanded, twisting hard at her hair. "Take it
in that sexy mouth and suck on it till it's hard again, and then do it until
you make me shoot down your throat, and then swallow it, just like you did on
that tape. Remember that tape, Jill?" Twisting, twisting at her hair.
"All right," Jill said, moaning and gasping. "All right! I'll do it!"
And she did.
Arthur cried out with joy as that mouth took him in, and Jill, obeying
his commands, used her mouth and lips and tongue on him, licking, tasting,
kissing, sucking, making it last, drawing it out, until Arthur had to spurt it
all into her mouth. And Jill swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
But still Arthur was not done.
"Crawl, Jill," Arthur said. "Crawl for me."
God, he was worse than Morris. "No," Jill said.
"Do it," Arthur said.
"I won't, damn you!" Jill said. "I don't care what you do. You can make
me give you my body. My mouth. But I won't crawl for you. I'm not an animal.
You hear? I'm a human. Not an animal. Not for you."
But Morris didn't kill Arthur, as Jill had thought he would. Instead,
Morris came to her office and called Arthur in and praised him, as Jill looked
on in horror. And when Morris was told of Jill's refusal to crawl, he told Jill
she must be punished.
"No!" Jill said. "No. Please. Morris, I --"
"Stand up, Jill," Morris said.
Jill stood. Shaking.
"Please," Jill said.
Morris was holding his thin, vicious riding crop.
"Morris, no. Not in front of --"
"Lift your skirt, Jill."
"Please, oh please --"
"Jill. Lift your skirt."
Jill pulled her skirt high up on her thighs.
Morris swung his whip and it cracked across Jill's thighs, two inches
above the knees.
"Ahhh!" Jill said. But didn't let go of her skirt. She knew better.
Morris swung again. Crack! Higher on her thighs.
"AAAGGHH!"
Again.
"Aaauuugghhh! Stop! Please stop! Please! No more!"
Crack!
"AIIIIEEEEE!"
"Will you crawl for us, Jill?"
"Oh Jesus god, please --"
Crack!
"HAAUUUGGHH! No! Stop! Please stop, oh god, I can't --"
"Will you crawl for us, Jill?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I will. I'll crawl, I'll crawl, all right?"
Crack!
"HAUUUGHHH! NOOO! I will, I'll crawl, I'll crawl, I'll do it, all right,
I'll crawl for you, please --"
"Do it, Jill," Morris said.
And Jill did. Crawling for them on hands and knees, crawling around the
room, debasing herself for them, sobbing.
Arthur said, "So you're not an animal, huh, Jill? Look at you now."
"Of course she is," Morris said. "Aren't you, Jill? Tell us."
"Yes," Jill said.
"Tell us what you are," Morris said, and slashed the riding crop across
Jill's back.
"AARRRRGHHH! I'm an animal! I am! I'm an animal! An animal! I am."
"Jill," Morris said, "from now on I want you to fuck for Arthur any time
he wants you. You understand, Jill?"
Jill said nothing, but her head bowed in despair.
"Arthur won't need that tape," Morris said. "You'll do as he says because
I tell you to. Anything he says. You'll fuck him and suck him -- and crawl for
him -- any time he wants, any way he wants. Won't you, Jill?"
Jill was sobbing. "Yes," Jill said.
"Tell Arthur you're his slave," Morris said.
"I'm your slave, Arthur," Jill said.
"Arthur," Morris said. "Why don't you sit in that chair and we'll have
Jill sit on your lap and fuck you."
So Arthur sat in the chair, and Jill, following Morris's orders, sat
facing him, straddling his lap, with her curvy legs hanging down on both sides,
and took his stiff tool into her vagina, and began rhythmically to move up and
down on him.
"Kiss him, Jill," Morris said. "As sweetly and as sexily as only you
can."
And Jill, swallowing, brought her mouth to Arthur's and kissed him, with
moving lips and probing tongue, panting into his mouth. And Morris said, "Don't
stop fucking, Jill," and struck her across the back with his whip. And Morris
struck again and again and again, whipping Jill mercilessly, as Jill still
moved her body up and down against Arthur's, kissing him, jerking and squirming
and writhing and screaming into his mouth, screaming and bouncing and jamming
that body into him, those breasts squirming, giving him her body, her mouth,
her soul, screaming...
