The Intern (Closed for Powerdog16)

[FireFly12349]

BIO:

Jenni Monroe
age 20
5'8''
34C
Long blonde hair with icy blue eyes and a stunning face. She's all legs and bust, her waist thin and abs toned, but not grotesquely noticeable

IC

Jenni was a Junior at Carnegie Melon University in Pittsburgh PA. She was given the opportunity of a lifetime by being offered an internship at one of the most well respected corporations in the country. They were the top manufacturers of yachts and luxury boats, which gave her perfect insight for her hopes of owning her own company one day.

She was just leaving her office that Wednesday, after her interview to verify the internship. The questions were simple background checks and criminal record verifications. Mr. Feelgood was the one interviewing her because "An emergency came up for Mr. Mercer of Mercer Yachts Inc. and he was dearly sorry he could not attend todays final meeting." Jenni just smiled and nodded, saying she understood and that it was no problem whatsoever. Mr. Feelgood looked relieved (or was he just gazing too intently at her chest to actually register what she had just said?)

In the lobby of the 100 story sky scraper, she leaned against a heavy marble pillar and took a deep breath, still unable to believe her incredible luck. Everything was working out wonderfully for her now, she just had to impress Mr. Mercer the following day and she would be set. Gathering her belongings into her handbag once more, she headed for the revolving doors of the exit. Just before entering them, her BlackBerry began to beep and buzz. Startled, she grabbed for it and halted just before the door, causing a tall, handsome, important-looking man to collide with her as he bustled through the door.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" she cried, bending to pick up her items that had fallen and hand him a few stray papers that he had dropped. "That was totally my fault, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again!" Then, mortified, she hurried out.


The next morning, at 6 am, she rose and poured herself a travel-mug of coffee in her off-campus, single apartment. She selected a form fitting pencil skirt and a white, button down blouse that was barely able to be buttoned over her breasts. She didn't notice of course, she never did. She never noticed the looks she received from men or her outstandingly good looks and fabulous figure. Thus, one of the many reasons she was still a virgin. A

After twisting her hair up into a neat knot on the back of her head and slid on her high heels, she hurried out the door, bag over her shoulder, intent on being early to her first day.

When she arrived, she went straight to the 69th floor and to the desk Mr. Feelgood had pointed out to her yesterday, settling in and beginning a small stack of paper work that had been left there for her.

 

[Powerdog16]

Name: John T. Mercer
Occupation: CEO & President, Mercer Yachts
Age: 36
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 210 lbs
Hair: None, shaven daily

"That was totally my fault, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again!"

John watched the young woman race away and he couldn't help was watch that ass of hers bounce hard. He had to admit he hated to see her go but loved to watch her leave. He walked into the office with Mr. Feelgood and said, "Who was that?" John glanced back to the door.

"That is the new intern... Jennie..." he paused as he looked down at her record and then said, "Monroe. She is going to work on the filing for now."

"She is cute. Very cute." John had to admit to him. John was a man who most would considered a surfer by nature. Tanned skin, bald head from years of shaving, muscular, thin, squared jaw, blue eyes, and a blonde goatee. He wore a black casual coat and matching slacks, wing tip shoes, and a silk purple shirt. His ray bands rested on his head.

"And single sir." Mr. Feelgood said looking at her company picture he had her take a moment earlier on the computer.

"Indeed..." He smiled and walked away.

The next day, John dropped into his office for a little bit, only to leave again and head out to the dock. The dock held nearly 2 dozen yachts sitting at the pier. All were either for sell or used as field models. He walked towards the Mercer 4800 model, which was the newest model they had developed. He picked up a set of cleaners from the store closet and walked into the bridge and began to clean, starting from the top to the bottom of the ship. He was not like your typical CEO, he preferred his meetings out on the water and had no qualm with picking up the cleaners himself.

After an hour, he called up Mr. Feelgood and said, "Hey... do me a favor... that new intern... send her down to the 4800. I want to meet her..."

 

[FireFly12349]

Jenni was almost finished the stack of papers on her desk when Mr. Feelgood approached her.

"Miss Monroe, you're wanted down on Dock E. Mr. Mercer wants to meet you and...go over a few things." he looked fidgety and kept raking his beady eyes over her body, stubby fingers smoothing his tie.

With a smile, she rose from her padded swivel chair and smoothed her skirt before meeting his eye. He was a small man, stout and finicky. His eyes kept darting from her bust, back to her face, to her backside, to her face, and bust again. She blushed a little and extended her hand for a shake, "Thank you, Mr. Feelgood," she said, her voice smooth as butter.

He gripped her hand and stared for a moment before quickly dropping it and scuttling away with agility that was odd for such a round little man. She clicked over to the elevator and pushed the down button, waiting all of 2 seconds for the elevator to arrive before stepping on and pushing D, for docks. The elevator music began and she tapped her foot along with it, leaning against the mirror-paneled walls. After a minute, the elevator stopped on D and the doors slid open, releasing her. She exited the small cube of mirrors and strode down the narrow hallway. This particular hallway actually floated on the river, leading right out to the docks.

She sought out dock E and then opened the door, a blast of cool air hitting her face. She breathed in the river air and stepped onto the fresh wooden planks, closing the door behind her. The boat wasn't hard to miss. It was a massive luxury yacht that took up two of the normal spaces. She made her way over and glanced hesitantly up the gangway that led to the deck.

"Hello?" she called up, "Mr. Merer? It's Jenni! Hello?"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Mr. Merer? It's Jenni! Hello?"

John was wearing a blue jean shorts, a tank top, and flip flops. His sunglasses were down over his eyes and he sported a red bandana on his head. He was on his hands and knees with a bottle of chrome polish and a specialized rag, polishing the lower railing of the yacht when she called out. He said, "Come on board. I am on the main deck. Can't miss me..."

He glanced at her and immediately knew she had either never expected to be on a ship today or didn't know what kind of shoes she should have worn. She was stunning... even more so the second time he laid his eyes on her. The ship lurched just a bit and he watched her stagger and throw her hand on the railing... which was still damp with polish. She immediately jerked her hand off the railing and saw the clear polish on her hand.

He listened at her attempt to apologize and he smiled and said, "THink nothing of it. Here..." He handed her the rag and let her clean up. He stood up and then handed her the bottle of polish and said, "Go ahead and reapply the polish."

He saw her hesitate as if not sure what she would do. He smiled and said, "If you are going to work here sugah... you are going to need to know how to polish...."

 

[FireFly12349]

She staggered as the boat lurched, mentally cursing herself for wearing such high heels. She remembered the boats of her childhood. Her aunt and uncle always had her on their boat for fun weekends of swimming, tubing, and nice dinners at fancy seafood restaurants.

She glanced at her hand and sighed, polish was smeared all over it and the rail was now blotchy and uneven. "I...I'm sorry, I should've..."

"Think nothing of it, here...go ahead and reapply the polish." He handed her the bottle of polish and a rag. She studied the bottle, unfamiliar with the brand. It must've been nicer than what her uncle used, but polish is polish, right? He must've seen her studying the bottle and smiled at her:

"If you are going to work here sugah... you are going to need to know how to polish....".

"Oh, I do," she said, returning the smile, "I've just never used this kind before. I guess what my uncle and I used wasn't as expensive as this one, but it's mostly the same right?" she kicked off her heels and placed them neatly beside the gangway so as not to scratch the flawless deck. Then she squirted some polish onto the rag and started to massage it into tight circled on the railing. She rubbed it in until the chrome shined and sparkled.

When the next few feet were finished, she straightened, "How'd I do, boss?" she asked with a smile, balling a fist and placing it on her hip so as not to get polish on her skirt.

 

[Powerdog16]

John looked at the railing and said, "Yeah... looks good." He opened cabin door and said, "Bathroom is first door on your left. Go wash up."

He took the cleaning aides from her and then glanced back as she walked away, his eyes peering at her backside as she headed out.

10 minutes later, Mercer was sitting inside the yacht, a laptop powered up and her file on the screen. He had a bottle of water sitting next to him, his eyes closed in an almost meditative state. He let the shifting of the boat in the water take an almost hypnotic state when she finally found him once again. He didn't make a move or acknowledge her at all for nearly a full minute until he finally spoke with his eyes closed, "There are bottles of water in the fridge. Pick one up and come on over here and sit down with me."

It was a simple but efficient test that he had initiated on her. Inside the fridge, there were two kinds of bottled water. The first was a very expensive imported water from Fiji that came in a squared bottle. The second was a kind of water which was bought locally in a thin cheaper plastic bottle. He knew that she would have to make a choice. Would she pick the expensive water or the cheaper one? Does she think she is good enough and worthy of the expensive stuff... or humble to the point of accepting the cheaper water? Would she take any at all?

He never opened his eyes as he picked up his own Fiji water, opened the cap and took a sip. He set it back down and kept his eyes closed as she made her selection. As she sat down, he looked down at her bottle... and was pleased...

 

[Powerdog16]

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[FireFly12349]

Jenni scrubbed the polish off of her hands until her skin was red and raw. She knew the after affects of leaving polish on your hands for too long and didn't want to relive that horrid experience. After washing her hands and splashing some cool water on her face, she toweled off. Glancing in the mirror, she decided to let her hair down; she looked to formal and business-like for just an intern, and anyway, the bun should've given her nice waves by now.

She stepped out of the bathroom to an empty front room. Shit. She thought He could be anywhere. She searched the ship, passing through two dining rooms, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a walk in closet, and two kitchens before finding him in the third living room, a kitchen attached. How does this monstrosity float? she wondered, glancing around and the flawless decor and furnishings.

Mr. Mercer was resting on the leather couch, eyes closed, laptop in his lap. "There are bottles of water in the fridge. Pick one up and come on over here and sit down with me." He instructed, and she obeyed. Opening the stainless steal fridge, she glanced inside. Half a shelf was occupied by Fiji water, the other by a local brand that was sold for maybe two dollars a case. She immediately reached for Fiji, the kind she bought herself and the brand she preferred above all.

Shutting the door and strolling back to the couch, she sat down beside him, about a foot away. "What's up, Mr. Mercer?" she asked.

 

[Powerdog16]

Mr. Mercer was pleased she had chosen the expensive water. Usually a person of a upbringing would tend to expect the wealthy. Those of a more... shall they say... modest upbringing would grab the cheaper stuff. Either way... it didn't manner to him too much.

He said, "I read your resume and I wanted to congratulate you on your job. I am sorry I was not able to sit down with you and talk to you yesterday. So... tell me about yourself."

John picked up his bottle of water and took a long draw from it. He turned and let his eyes glance up and down her body and imagined all kinds of naughty things he could do with her. He let her eyes 'catch' him checking her out as he waited for her to come up with her verbal interview answer...

 

[FireFly12349]

Tell me about yourself... she thought in her head...herself? What did he want to know? She hesitated, glancing at him and catching his eyes roving over her body. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and finally took a deep breath.

"Well...I'm 20 years old, go to Carnegie Melon University, I don't have any siblings, my parents live in Florida...Oh, I took this internship because I want to start my own company and needed the business experience. I was born in Philadelphia but moved to Miami Beach when I was six..." She paused, unaware of how to go on.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs, biting her lip and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Is there anything specific you want to know?"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Well..." The CEO said as he sipped on his own water, "You have on your degree plan that you have shifted your major 4 times now. That is a ... costly thing to have happen. Though your current major is in business administration with marketing emphasis, you have had degrees in elementary education, pre-vetrinarian, and physical education as well... I get a little bit of the not sure what it is that I want to do when I grow up bit, but in three years, 4 degrees, it looks like you still hve about 2 and a half years left in school..."

He let his eyes linger on her a bit, letting it sink in just how much he had learned about her. He also said, "In addition, I see you have modelled before as well for places like victoria's secrets, journalistic times, Hooter's, and vetrinarian weekly. So you are at least confident in your looks."

He flipped through a couple more files and said, "Your credit report also shows you have very little credit, even being turned down for a rental place just off the campus."

He said, "Your resume of jobs include Pizza Hut, Wallis and Wallis Legal, Southside vet, and for the university itself."

The CEO got up and walked to the counter, turning and leaning on it, crossing his arms and looked down at her. He could see the surprise in her eyes at all he knew of her. His own life was an open book as well. He was curious he she had done any research on him at all? He smiled and somehow he doubted it. He said, "Okay... here is the deal. I know you were hired to an intern here... but your resume casts considerable doubt as to whether or not this is what you really want. You change degrees and jobs, like people change shoes."

He could see the fear welling up in her eyes and he did his best to ignore it. He hated making women cry, but didn't have any hesitation in it if it meant the bottom line was preserved. He said, "I am sorry... but I don't think you are going to cut it here at Mercer's. I am sorry..."

He turned to walk away, his business apparently finished. As he hit the door... she said, "Wait...."

He paused...slowly turned towards her and said, "You have 5 minutes to impress me... go"

 

[FireFly12349]

Jenni fought a shiver at how much he knew. Some of this stuff even her teachers weren't allowed to see, how did he get it? He kept his eyes on her for a moment before rising and continuing on his mini-rant. Then he shambled over to the counter and leaned against it, looking down on her with power glinting in his eyes.

"You change degrees and jobs like people change their shoes..." it rang in her ears for a moment and the fear started to bubble in her throat. No... she thought no, this can't be happening, this is my dream internship!

"I am sorry... but I don't think you are going to cut it here at Mercer's. I am sorry..." Mr. Mercer then straightened and headed for the door. Jenni could feel the tears, now of anger, burning in her eyes as he started to leave.

"Wait!" she cried just as he hit the door. He stopped and turned. She would NOT let this be over, not if she could help it.

"You have 5 minutes to impress me... go" he demanded.

Jenni rose, stiff and chin high. "The reason I've changed my degrees and jobs so much, is because I let people walk all over me, influence me, I try to please them. And this is my dream job, my dream internship, and I will throw myself off this pier into a swarm of sharks before I let someone take this from me. You come in here and judge me without really meeting me and knowing me, going by some stupid papers. Well I am NOT those papers. If you give me one week, I promise I will make you the happiest CEO in America. All I'm asking for is a chance, a chance to gain some backbone and to pursue MY dreams, not anyone else's."

She finished her little speech and stared him straight in the eye, waiting for his response. She rested her hands on her hips and tongued her cheek, fear starting to ebb into her again. Had she said too much?

 

[Powerdog16]

What caught his attention was how she intended on making him the happiest CEO in America. He couldn't deny that did perk his staff to half mast. He turned and looked back to her, letting his eyes lock with hers... then move down her body. He gave his signature half grin and could see that she meant it as his eyes returned to hers.

He turned back to her and said, "You should be careful what you wish for. We have a half a dozen interns working here... all of them young, vibrant and looking for their chance to succeed. All of them... sharks."

He walked closed the door to the cabin and then did something else a bit unusual. He locked the door. In the quiet room, that single sound was deafening. His smile remained as he walked back towards her, stopping just in front of her. He gently put his hands on her soft toned shoulders and then said, "It is going to take more than pretty words to save your job. I see the fire burning in you to make this a success. And for whatever your reasons you are for wanting this job over all, if you want to be a shark... you are going to have to not just throw yourself into the pool with the sharks... you are going to have to become the shark."

He looked down into her eyes and said, "Being a shark means doing what the rest are afraid of doing. What they fear doing... Being a shark means you will have to give up your sense of decency at times... and just get down and dirty."

He took a step towards her, making her step back and as a result finding her ass square on the table in the small dining room. He said, "Can you be that kind of shark?" He eyed her curiously for a long time. His sexual hunger for this woman was intense... powerful... and radiated through his eyes and his fingertips which still held her shoulders.

It was 5 full minutes of silence and staring into each others eyes... before one of them moved... and it was her reaching for his pants...

 

[FireFly12349]

Jenni was relieved when he didn't wheel around and glare at her because of her angry words, but that feeling quickly evaporated when he gave his lop sided grin. She glanced away, confidence waning when she heard the distinctive click of the lock.

"You should be careful what you wish for..." every word after that was lost. What did she say? She would make him the happiest CEO...? What was he reading into from that? Then it dawned on her. Why did she say that?! Why?

He approached her and rested a hand on her slender shoulder. His face was close to her's, too close. "It is going to take more than pretty words to save your job. I see the fire burning in you to make this a success. And for whatever your reasons you are for wanting this job over all, if you want to be a shark... you are going to have to not just throw yourself into the pool with the sharks... you are going to have to become the shark." his words made sense, from a business aspect, but he was obviously working an angle and she feared that.

His next words were almost lost, except for the final few: " and just get down and dirty". She could almost sense what was happening and wanted it to stop, but her future depended on this, did she really want to jeopardize he whole life because of one stupid situation?

He stepped towards her and she took a stumbling step back, trying to keep the distance between them. He backed her into the table so she almost sitting on top if it, trapping her so she had no where else to go. His hands were still on her shoulders, eyes boring into hers. Can I be that kind of shark? she asked herself, avoiding his eyes. Once, only once. I can't let him do this again... she told herself finally, fearfully meeting his gaze.

The silence droned on until she finally decided that there was only one way to get away, and that was to get in. She HAD to be a shark. Choking back the tears that threatened to fall, she reached for his pants with shaking hands, unsteady fingers fumbling with his buckle.

"What should I do, Mr. Mercer?" she whispered, ashamed of herself. She peeled his jeans away, but didn't have the courage to pull away his briefs. She didn't know if she ever would.

 

[Powerdog16]

"What should I do, Mr. Mercer?"

Mercer smiled and said, "What should you do?" He reached slowly to her hands, taking them in his and then led her to the middle of the room and raised them over her head. A single rope with two douple loops knoted into it were hidden just up in the rafters. He reached up and let it drop till it hung a foot over her head. He took her wrists and slipped them through each of the hoops, cinched them and then tightened up the slack, so her wrists were forced to stay over head.

He moved his thumb to her chin and said, "What should you do... Trust me... that is all I ask. Trust me and let me have your body. This body I have craved since I first saw you. You give this body to me when and where I call... and you will keep this job... and you will find yourself working quickly to the top.

Standing there helpless and vulnerable, unable to go anywhere at the moment, she looked at him and he waited or some kind of response... which came in the form of a slight nod.

He ran his hand along her face and said, "Good girl..." His hands moved down her body, towards her breasts... giving each a firm squeeze... He walked around her, unbuttoning her blouse one slow button at a time, till her breasts spilt out of them. He ran his hands along her bra... moaning as he felt how damn near perfect they were.

He reached to the bra itself, and pulled it down, forcing those perfect round breasts to push up and out for his use. Her aerola's were pink, slightly larger than he would have expected and her nipples were especially supple. He moand as his fingers ran over each nipple... and rolled them into his fingers.

He walked around her, letting his eyes roam those mounds, then leaned down, letting his tongue take pleasure in each of them... sucking the nipples into his lips... nipping lightly... and then sucking a bit harder... all the while his fingers moved along her waist, finding the zipper to her skirt and unzipping it. As it fell to her feet, he slid his fingers under the straps of her thong and slid them down her hips and to the floor as well. He used his own feet to slid them away from her and to the other side of the room.

He looked at her and said, "You are beautiful... so beautiful... What I imagined I would see with you was a short coming to how beautiful you really are..."

He let two fingers slide down between her soft patch of dark hair and slip just inside her lips and he moaned slightly... she was wet. very wet... more than he would have expected. She was liking this...

He pulled his fingers from her lips and then he moved them to his tongue and tasted her juices. He whispered, "You are sweeter than a Georgia peach too... Baby... this is going to be a LOT of fun..."

 

[FireFly12349]

Instantly she wanted to leave. She longed to scream, longed to flee, but her feet wouldn't budge. He lead her to the center of the room, a rope falling from the rafters. She felt tears start to fall as he raised her arms, looping her wrists through the rope and tightening it so she couldn't move, could only stand there and take what he was about to give her.

"What should you do... Trust me... that is all I ask. Trust me and let me have your body. This body I have craved since I first saw you. You give this body to me when and where I call... and you will keep this job... and you will find yourself working quickly to the top." Mr. Mercer said, tilting her head with his fingers. She couldn't meet his eyes, was too ashamed of herself and what she was about to allow to be done to her. She choked back a sob before nodding in response.

The praise felt nothing like praise, more like solidifying her fate as someone else's body, someone else's play thing. Then he touched her. She squeaked with fear as his hands groped her breasts, then moved behind her, unbuttoning her blouse and casting it away like she hadn't bought it especially for this first special day as an intern for what was now her nightmare company. His hands were one piece of fabric closer to her skin and she whimpered as he ran his hands over her, her body trying not to react as this horrible man touched her. But her female instincts knew this should be pleasurable, and that was how they reacted.

Then her bra was discarded. No! she screamed in her head, but her lips were trembling too much to speak as he walked around her again, nipples in his grasp, then he put his mouth on her. She cried out in terror and looked away, wanting it to end. He bit her lightly and more tears started to streak her face, mascara running. As his mouth worked, his hands traveled down her bare hips to her skirt, removing that and the thong she had on.

"Please..." she finally managed to croak, "Don't..." but his fingers moved too quickly, they were moving inside her, forcing a sob from her throat. Her legs twinged and she gasped, her body not following what her mind wanted to do. She didn't want this, but her body liked it. His compliments felt like insults as he tasted her, then smiled.

"You are sweeter than a Georgia peach too... Baby... this is going to be a LOT of fun..." he whispered in her ear, and she jerked her head away, disgusted.

"No..no.." she shook her head, body hanging limp and lifeless.

 

[Powerdog16]

Mercer could see how she was starting to get scared. He hesitated only a moment, before saying, "No?"

He reached up, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back hard, twisting it slightly so she was looking up at him! He said, "No? You are going to give up all your dreams.... all of your hopes... by saying no..."

He slid his free hand towards her legs again and felt her knees clamp shut. A ferocity in her seemed to build. She was starting to fight him a bit... He wondered how long. He reached to his waist and tore off his belt! Her eyes shifted back to him and he said, "You are going to give into me... or you are going to lose it all..."

He wrapped the belt around her knees about 3 inches above them. He cinched it tightly. There was no sense risking a knee thrust into his body by her. Once he was done with her, he released her body from his grip and walked to the cabinet and pulled out a long black sash. He walked in front of her and said, "You are scared. I understand that." He took the sash and made a large knot in the middle of it. He looked at her in the eye and said, "There is no need to be scared. You see... this is an experience in which your eyes are going to be opened for the rest of your life..."

He moved towards her as she started to yell and pushed the knot into her mouth, then wrapped the sash around her head and tightened it up with another knot. He walked around her and saw her eyes growing wide as he said, "Ahh... sugah... just relax... It won't be scary for long..."

He started to undress and that is when she started tugging at the ropes again which held her legs together. When he stood in his full glory before her, he saw her eyes gaze down at her 9 inch shaft, hard and ready to work. He walked back towards her, grabbing her hair as she tried futily to back away and said, "Come here... you aren't going anywhere baby..."

He knelt down in front of her... something that caught her a bit off guard he imagined... and ran his hands around her ass, pulling her towards him and said, "Open your legs... as best you can... open them..."

As she obliged, he slid his head tgwards her body... his tongue sliding around that wettening clit... tortorously punishing her mind... with a body that was betraying her...

 

[FireFly12349]

She knew she did something wrong and fear made her throat close. She cried out as he twisted her hair, anger flaring inside her. His hand started to slither back down between her legs, but she quickly squeezed her knees shut, keeping him out.

"You are going to give into me... or you are going to lose it all..." his words sent shivers down her spine and she quelled the feelings inside her. She needed this, needed a good future...

He slung his belt around her thighs and tightened it. She watched him retreat to the cabinet, then produce a black rag. Fear started to push the anger from her body. He returned to the middle of the room, standing before her and knotting the middle. She started to whimper once more, but he tied the cloth around her head, the knot hard into her mouth. She gagged against it and struggled to breathe for a moment before catching her breath.

"Ahh... sugah... just relax... It won't be scary for long..." he tried to reassure her. How can I relax?! she screamed inside her head You're about to RAPE me! I'm tied to a ceiling, gagged, and your about to... then he started to undress. She whimpered again, but was met with yet another gag. Slowly more clothing began to pile up on the floor until he was standing naked before her. He was already pretty hard and she stared at his cock, full of disbelief.

He was NOT going to put that in her...no...no no no no! She struggled to back away, wriggled in her bindings, but it was no use. He grabbed a fistful of her hair again and the pain made her settle slightly, but weak, pleading sounds still slipped from around her gag. He knelt before her, face at her groin. His hands wrapped around to her ass and she choked on a sob as he coaxed: "Open your legs... as best you can... open them..."

Fearfully, she obliged, parting them as wide as she could against the thick leather that belted her slender thighs. His head leaned in, then his tongue slid out. It brushed her slit and she sobbed again, shaking. He stroked her with his tongue mercilessly. Her body responded the way any willing woman would, but she was all but willing. Her whimpers just seemed to egg him on as he attacked her slit. She pleaded with him mentally to stop, to end it...

 

[Powerdog16]

He stayed on his knees in front of her, his tongue slithering all around her clit, around her tiny nub and he knew she was losing her resistance to fight him. He looked up at her as her eyes peered down at what he was doing to her and he said nothing as he kept that tongue so busy and hard. Flicking it, licking, sucking and nipping over and over again.

He could feel the edge being crossed as he tortured her sweet body with magnicant pleasures... and so she never even noticed when he unstrapped the belt, letting it fall to the floor. He paused only a moment when she moved that leg... He thought she might kick him, but it wrapped onto his shoulder and around his back, pulling him to a far more open pussy! He slid two fingers inside her as his tongue dipped into her lips and rolled and suckled so hard!

The torture had him hard as a rock as he oral teased and pleased her towards that blissful edge... the one she hung so precariously from. He felt her body starting to tremble... and he paused... waiting... watching... letting her start receding from that edge. He saw her eyes look down at him confused.

He gave a long slow lick as she watched him and he said, "Tell me you are not scared anymore. Tell me you are not afraid and you trust me... and I will take you the rest of the way..."

There was a long pause... and he went back to licking that clit, bringing her to the edge... and then a paused, receding from that edge again... her body trembled, her breasts heaved as if shor of breath as he looked up and said, "Just nod... nod and I give you what your body craves..."

He watched her start to cry... hard and powerful ... and yet... she nodded....

He licked her again... only this time, that tongue took her to that edge... and over it... and he was only just beginning....

 

[FireFly12349]

He didn't stop, kept going, over and over, attack after attack! It took her a moment to realize the belt was gone. She didn't move for a moment, then realized all that time she was lying to herself. She did enjoy the feelings, loved the sensations, hated the situation. Hated the man. But wanted more.

She moved her leg, considering a sharp kick to the face, but thought better of it. She moved again, but this time to sling her leg over his shoulder, hips swinging to ask for more. She pulled him closer and closed her eyes, pretending it was someone else, someone she used to love...

She imagined it was Billy, Billy Crowler from when she was 17. The boy she lost her virginity to. It was Billy who was sending electric shocks through her body and small moans from around the gag. His fingers moved and twirled and she felt herself start to build up, the juices begin to collect and she braced herself for a climax, longing for it...then he stopped.

Confused, she looked down, and he gave her a slow lick. By now her near-orgasm sensations were gone, "Tell me you are not scared anymore. Tell me you are not afraid and you trust me... and I will take you the rest of the way..." he prompted.

She looked at him, the long silence dragged on as she thought. She didn't fully trust, never would after this, but somehow, she knew her life would never be in danger, and the only thing she had to fear was a strange cock inside her, strange mouths on her precious lips...He was licking slowly, tauntingly, bringing her to the edge of climax, where she was trembling, bracing herself, then he stopped, making the feeling ebb away. "Just nod... nod and I give you what your body craves..."

yes she nodded, finally able to bring her muscles to create this small gesture. She felt the tears fall again when she realized that she didn't trust him. She didn't want him to do this, but she just gave in. Was her future really worth these fleeting moments of pleasure and those never ending moments of fear. But then his long, slow lick that dragged along her lips, flicked her clit...

She was gone. Her lips exploded with pleasure as juices flowed, spilling onto the flawless floors. She trembled and shook uncontrollably, hips bucking, breasts bouncing and flailing...but then he continued. What the fuck else could he do?!

 

[Powerdog16]

He watched her buck and thrash and grind on him as she came so hard! He drank her up! Literally drank that juices up like it was liquid gold! It was almost more than he could take he could stand... He stood straight up, looking down at her, his chin and lips damp from her own juices and he looked a bit like a vampire looking down at the prey he just claimed. His eyes were hungry and his lust insatiable...

He reached to her let leg, lifted it up till her hip was firmly in his forearm... then he reached for the right leg hooking it as well... then lifted her into the air with his own stregth. Slowly his cock found what it sought... his head just piercing through spreading her tunnel. He watched her eyes as she struggled with what was happening to her both good... and bad.

With one thrust in, he was fully seated inside her. Fully buried to the hilt! His cock was the staff that she was fully impaled on and it was absolutely magnificant!!! He wrapped his hands around her back as well, forcing her legs even wider and used his significant body strength to thrust into her over and over!!!

His mouth found its way to her gagged mouth... then down her neck, clamping down lightly as he continued thrusting into her... He moved even further down... her breasts, he claimed as he would the greatest prize ever!

His tool pierced into her over andover, his need driving so hard... so fast... and he felt her fear ebbing away as she started trying her best to drive down onto him. Her body was betraying her just like it would always do!

She screamed out under the gag as he felt another wave or release blast over her. He felt his own cock swelling... and he planted himself as deeply inside her as he could as his cock pulsed to life... shooting load after massive load into her loin!!!!

 

[FireFly12349]

She felt him hike up her legs so she was wrapped around his waist, hanging by her arms. Her shoulders were starting to ache from hanging and her pussy was already exhausted. She felt him adjust her, then something press against her wet lips...his cock!

Jenni's eyes widened as he suddenly pushed deep into her. There was pleasure, of course there was pleasure involved, but there was also fear. Would she get pregnant? Would he hurt her? What would happen later? He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her so her legs were spread more than before, then began to thrust.

It was strong and violent, his hips thrusting wildly and she bounced around like a rag doll. His mouth met hers, but the gag interfered with the kiss he tried to deliver. Then he moved downwards, to her neck, taking hold of her with his mouth like she was his chew toy and he was the dog. She screamed around the gag, part of it an uncontrollable reaction from his thrusts, the other fear. His mouth suddenly came in contact with her breast and she whimpered.

Then, to rid the bad feelings, she closed her eyes again, picturing Billy Crowler, his beautiful face, strong body, perfect manhood thrusting inside her. And lost in this image, she began to do her best to drive down in return. It was getting better, the fear leaving as Billy filled her mind. She screamed again, this time in total pleasure as another orgasm shuddered from her body, her hips bucking on his cock as he thrust. She felt him twitch, pretty Billy then erpted inside her.

His seed flooded her, coating her insides and making her cry out, exhaustion seeping into her as she hung limply. "Oh, Billy." she whispered to herself, his image still scalding into her eyelids.

 

[Powerdog16]

Mercer let her drop to the ground once again and he reached to her gag and pulled it out. He watched her hang limp and then he said, "So... looks like you enjoyed yourself..."

He heard her say something wierd... she called him Billy... He grew angry and he slapped her face and said, "HEY! I am not Billy! And you just earned you right to keep this job..."

Mercer walked iup to her... untying her wrists and letting her fall to the ground. He saw a sudden and renewed energy in her flare up and she looked at him and scrambled backwards. He stopped and said, "You are a shark... as long as you keep your trap shut... you got me?"

She screamed out something about reporting him and so he shook his head and said, "Oh dear... see... now we have a problem..."

He still had her wrists tied together and so he grabbed her rope and then drug her across the floor ... to the deck stairs and down into a large luxurious bedroom. It was a model bedroom and clearly meant for the owners. There was a queen four post bed, a wet bar, plasma screen TV, dresser, built in sink, a shower room, and a couple of large walk in closets. He threw her onto the bed... As he straddled her, he untied her wrists ... then took one wrist to the top corner and secured it with a strap... then did the same to the other. He moved to her legs and strapped her legs apart spread eagle as well... Once she was secure on the bed and he knew she would not go anywhere anytime soon... he said, "We are going to take a boat ride. See you in a few..."

He turned and left the room...

15 minutes later, the engines were fired up... and 5 minutes after that the boat was heading out to sea... with the CEO and his captive...

 

[FireFly12349]

"So... looks like you enjoyed yourself..." he said as she crumpled to the floor, wrists still tied in a fierce knot behind her. She still had her eyes closed, was still thinking about Billy...

"Billy..." she murmured again, and this time he heard her. His hand whizzed across her face and she jolted with the hit,

"HEY! I am not Billy! And you just earned you right to keep this job..."

She knew she should be happy, but when she opened her eyes, the only things she felt were shame, disgust, and hatred for this man. She scrambled up and backed into the wall, her naked body bumping into the wall. "You're an awful man! I hate you! The second I'm out of here the police will be on you in a fucking SECOND!" her face was flushed with anger as she ranted at him, mind blank except for the obvious anger.

"Oh dear... see... now we have a problem..." he said, his voice eerily calm. Trying to turn and flee, she scuttled towards the door, but the rope that trailed behind her was caught easily and he dragged her backwards. She struggled to stay on her feet as she was hauled into a fabulous bedroom and flung her onto the extravagant four-poster bed. He straddled her and she kicked and struggled, but a few more blows made her just cower beneath him as he did his work. Soon she was tied to the bed, limbs splayed and she was lying flat, unable to move.

"We are going to take a boat ride. See you in a few..." he said, smirking at her and leaving the room.

Jenni began to panic and scream, "NO! HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE! DON'T TAKE ME! NOO!" but a few minutes later, the engines were fired up and the massive boat was setting out, leaving any hopes of help behind