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Chapter 2: The Snuggery
Louise pushed the penthouse button Friday just before six o'clock. She boiled inside with fear, anxiety, and anger that the college execs would abuse females like this. Glass ceilings were one thing, she thought, but forced sex is another. She knew she never would have consented to sex without the promise of a senior position. Her ambition required her to submit. President Daley and the others seemed quite serious and sincere in their admiration of her candidacy but also lusty and unprincipled in pursuit of her naked body.
The building's door buzzed and she pulled it open. The long, elevator ride could have been harrowing as her mind raced through all the lewd and terrible things that waited for her in the penthouse. However, she was wearing the track suit she wore jogging, and fortunately the young woman already in the elevator with a container of laundry commented how nice it was, so they chatted until the woman got off on the s*******nth floor, and Louise silently blessed her for the distraction.
The doors opened on the penthouse floor, and Louise moved slowly through the small entranceway to the apartment door, her running shoes dragging on the floor. She stood for a minute, frozen with fear. She knew there was a world of power beyond that door, power that could elevate her one minute or crush her the next. Once she entered and became part of it, she could order others to do her bidding and create a corner of that world to suit herself. Her passion for power swept over her and left her whole body shaking. She wanted and needed it. And if it meant taking this journey through hell, she would do it.
But in her agitated state, she was also aware that her pussy had become wet. She hadn't had sex in over a year. Her furious pace at work and her relationship with her husband had cooled to nothing. In a lizard part of her brain, she wanted to feel a man's cock reaming her cunt and throbbing with ejaculation.
She knocked on the door. It was opened by Harold King, short and dark in a gray dressing gown who smiled warmly at her and invited her in. Behind him were other men, mostly familiar faces, all in dressing gowns but naked beneath.
However it was Daley who came forward in a splendid crimson smoking jacket and took her by the hand. "Come in, come in, Louise. Welcome to The Snuggery. It's so good to see you here. We've been anticipating your visit with … excited interest." His smile was a cruel leer. "And we want to see more of you." He was staring pointedly at her tits and crotch, and she blushed like a school girl. "Let me show you around first."
As they entered the room, Louise looked around, noticing with distaste the pictures on the walls depicting **** and sexual abuse of women. She asked, "If this is 'The Snuggery', why is it so large?"
"We need the room for our . . . activities. You'll see," said Daley. "You see, my dear, it feels snug and safe to us, Louise. You can't see it, but this floor is wired with all the latest security devices. No one can disturb us this weekend. We are going to have our fun with you, and we have lots of porn here in print, in pictures, and in video to enhance our arousal and fuel our male sexual energy."
Louise nervously looked around. The living room of the penthouse took up half the top storey of the building with expensive furnishings, soft carpets, and full-length d****s on the windows. Sofas and soft chairs had been placed facing each other around a king-size bed in the middle of the living room, fitted with anchors for restraints and black sheets that Louise thought belonged in some dungeon of hell, clearly the site of her impending submission to **** and v******e. Surrounding the mattress were tripods with lighting and video cameras. She stared at the mattress and imagined her naked body splayed and secured to it. Her mind sent bolts of liquid fear through her belly. That was where they would **** her and record it all like a sleazy porn video.
"You're going to record it?" she asked sullenly, knowing the answer. "Why?"
Daley told her, "Recording allows us to watch the best fuck sequences in the privacy of our homes and offices, and it makes good blackmail material. You won't feel inclined to leave our world of sex and power when you know we could make public the most intimate moments you've spent here."
"The platform and sofas, by the way, are just the right height so we can all sit and watch you get fucked. Some cameras are right down to your cunt height and record all the fuck action. We are all voyeurs and love to watch ourselves fucking you. And by the way, I will be the first to fuck you."
Louise stared at him, shocked at the depth of depravity represented by cameras recording her naked body performing sexual acts. "You want me to do this for a whole weekend?" she blurted, looking at the other men and thinking how she had never experienced sex for more than ten minutes at a time her whole married life.
Daley laughed. "Yes, my dear. The whole weekend. Ah, I see what you're thinking. How can these men sustain a sexual assault that long? Simple. While I'm resting from my exertions in your cunt, these colleagues will take up the challenge in your creamy pussy, and when they're finished, I will be ready to do you again. And again. " He chuckled lewdly and rubbed his crotch suggestively.
Louise sat and stared at the floor, her mind reeling. Then she looked up at Daley. "Who is going to see these videos?" she demanded, her voice nearing hysteria.
Daley nodded seriously. "We keep it at the college here in special secure storage available to execs. I've spoken to other state college presidents at conferences and found that some also have sex slavery for their female execs, and we sometimes exchange videos. But they keep them secure to prevent negative publicity."
Louise took an involuntary step toward the door and stopped, aware she was trembling both with fear and sexual arousal at the thought of continuous. A whole weekend? And other college staff might witness her degradation.
"It's OK, Louise, just part of The Initiation. Yes, some of our execs can be depraved and when they arrive here, they will likely want to do things to you that you never thought of and that make you really uncomfortable, but that's the purpose of The Initiation, to test whether you can be uncomfortable and still submit to sexual humiliation and punishment. Yes, we are going to photograph your naked body, then fuck you, then hurt you, then fuck you some more."
Daley paused and patted her hand. "But I can assure you that we will not allow you to be permanently harmed in any way." He actually patted her hand.
She slumped. She couldn't find energy to move back farther toward the door. Yet she realized that it was a relief to just give up and accept her situation, to let go control and submit to whatever they wanted to do to her. She felt alone, singled out for this bizarre punishment. Daley sensed this too. "We have two other female execs at the college," he reassured her, "and they've both done this Initiation and continue to serve us. You're not alone."
He took her suddenly in his arms and kissed her deeply. She did not resist. "Let me help you out of that nice track suit," he whispered as he slid her top off and placed it on a table. He knelt and pulled down her pants, fumbling with her trainers and socks which he also removed and set aside. She wore an indigo blue bra and panties with lacy trim.
"To begin our sexual journey, we're all going to get aroused." She looked up quizzically, at him, tall and handsome college president. He laughed. "Men. Aroused. Porn, Louise. Porn arouses us, stiff cocks going into juicy cunts." She winced inside again at the crude language and pursed her lips in silent disapproval.
"You see the TVs?" Louise suddenly noticed the three movie-sized screens mounted on three walls around her. Harold King closed the d****s to block light on the screens as they came alive with pornographic images of actors who were all too familiar. "Yes, my dear. It's your own sweet little Dean from the business department, Angelica Mastrovich. She has been here several times and she survived, even enjoys it now. Come and watch." He pulled her to the mattress and sat beside her as the depraved sex scene unfolded on the big screens.
Angelica was in this very room on the mattress. Her compact five-foot-two body was covered with a man who she realized with shock was Daley. He had a very long penis that was thrusting hard and fast into Angelica's dark pubic triangle. As the camera zoomed close, Louise could see her big breasts with their chocolate brown areolas bouncing with each thrust into her cunt, and her coral pussy lips clenched around his cock.
To her amazement, she felt her own pussy lubricate. She had never seen a porno in her life and had believed porn to be wicked. Louise attended church every Sunday, although she had lost her faith years before. She had been taught to regard pornography as a gross insult to women and an ultimate sin, but she knew men liked porn and never asked herself why. Now she began to understand the power of their sexual arousal, their driving need for sexual intercourse.
As she stared at the wanton scene, she felt Daley's warm hands unhook her bra and slide it down her arms and off. The other two men came and sat in front of her to watch him reach around her and take her breasts in his hands, fondling and squeezing and slapping them and pinching the nipples.
Louise could not help staring at the TV screen as the camera zoomed close to the sweet conjunction of Angelica's cunt and Daley's thrusting cock. She felt the shock of fear again as she felt the firm nub of Daley's cock head pressing on her own buttocks as he fondled her breasts, pushing and shifting position as if seeking her bum crack and her cunt with his prick.
"Louise's breasts are just the right size, aren't they?" Daley commented to his male audience, panting a little as his sexual arousal began to build in his body. "They're not huge balloons you can't get into your mouth, and they're not little flat nubs like some of the Asian girls you see being fucked in porno flicks."
There was nodding and general agreement with this assessment as the other men stroked their cocks and watched him pinch her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and slap her breasts until the skin turned pink. They were creamy smooth and warm and felt good as he hefted them and abused them for his own pleasure and that of his eager, lusting audience. He felt her nipples grow hard and sensitive, a sign of her arousal. That was good.
Daley lifted her to her feet as the men watched. "Louise, my dear, you have great breasts, and we will give them lots of attention. But as you can see," his hand waved at a screen where Angelica's pussy filled the screen, leaking semen between splayed legs, "we really want your cunt. So the rod must go in. Let's take a look again at what you have between your legs."
Still kneeling, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down over her hips, revealing her pussy mound by slow inches, the soft, golden brown pubic triangle gradually appearing and as the panties dropped, narrowing down, down between alabaster thighs, only partially concealing full, luscious cunt lips that tantalizingly opened slightly at the bottom as if enticing them to thrust their penises into the warm, magical depths concealed in her vagina.
They all stared with unconcealed lust at her naked cunt. Daley broke the silence. "Enough looking. Let's get her tied up and well fucked." The other two nodded curtly and grabbed Louise.
Louise pushed the penthouse button Friday just before six o'clock. She boiled inside with fear, anxiety, and anger that the college execs would abuse females like this. Glass ceilings were one thing, she thought, but forced sex is another. She knew she never would have consented to sex without the promise of a senior position. Her ambition required her to submit. President Daley and the others seemed quite serious and sincere in their admiration of her candidacy but also lusty and unprincipled in pursuit of her naked body.
The building's door buzzed and she pulled it open. The long, elevator ride could have been harrowing as her mind raced through all the lewd and terrible things that waited for her in the penthouse. However, she was wearing the track suit she wore jogging, and fortunately the young woman already in the elevator with a container of laundry commented how nice it was, so they chatted until the woman got off on the s*******nth floor, and Louise silently blessed her for the distraction.
The doors opened on the penthouse floor, and Louise moved slowly through the small entranceway to the apartment door, her running shoes dragging on the floor. She stood for a minute, frozen with fear. She knew there was a world of power beyond that door, power that could elevate her one minute or crush her the next. Once she entered and became part of it, she could order others to do her bidding and create a corner of that world to suit herself. Her passion for power swept over her and left her whole body shaking. She wanted and needed it. And if it meant taking this journey through hell, she would do it.
But in her agitated state, she was also aware that her pussy had become wet. She hadn't had sex in over a year. Her furious pace at work and her relationship with her husband had cooled to nothing. In a lizard part of her brain, she wanted to feel a man's cock reaming her cunt and throbbing with ejaculation.
She knocked on the door. It was opened by Harold King, short and dark in a gray dressing gown who smiled warmly at her and invited her in. Behind him were other men, mostly familiar faces, all in dressing gowns but naked beneath.
However it was Daley who came forward in a splendid crimson smoking jacket and took her by the hand. "Come in, come in, Louise. Welcome to The Snuggery. It's so good to see you here. We've been anticipating your visit with … excited interest." His smile was a cruel leer. "And we want to see more of you." He was staring pointedly at her tits and crotch, and she blushed like a school girl. "Let me show you around first."
As they entered the room, Louise looked around, noticing with distaste the pictures on the walls depicting **** and sexual abuse of women. She asked, "If this is 'The Snuggery', why is it so large?"
"We need the room for our . . . activities. You'll see," said Daley. "You see, my dear, it feels snug and safe to us, Louise. You can't see it, but this floor is wired with all the latest security devices. No one can disturb us this weekend. We are going to have our fun with you, and we have lots of porn here in print, in pictures, and in video to enhance our arousal and fuel our male sexual energy."
Louise nervously looked around. The living room of the penthouse took up half the top storey of the building with expensive furnishings, soft carpets, and full-length d****s on the windows. Sofas and soft chairs had been placed facing each other around a king-size bed in the middle of the living room, fitted with anchors for restraints and black sheets that Louise thought belonged in some dungeon of hell, clearly the site of her impending submission to **** and v******e. Surrounding the mattress were tripods with lighting and video cameras. She stared at the mattress and imagined her naked body splayed and secured to it. Her mind sent bolts of liquid fear through her belly. That was where they would **** her and record it all like a sleazy porn video.
"You're going to record it?" she asked sullenly, knowing the answer. "Why?"
Daley told her, "Recording allows us to watch the best fuck sequences in the privacy of our homes and offices, and it makes good blackmail material. You won't feel inclined to leave our world of sex and power when you know we could make public the most intimate moments you've spent here."
"The platform and sofas, by the way, are just the right height so we can all sit and watch you get fucked. Some cameras are right down to your cunt height and record all the fuck action. We are all voyeurs and love to watch ourselves fucking you. And by the way, I will be the first to fuck you."
Louise stared at him, shocked at the depth of depravity represented by cameras recording her naked body performing sexual acts. "You want me to do this for a whole weekend?" she blurted, looking at the other men and thinking how she had never experienced sex for more than ten minutes at a time her whole married life.
Daley laughed. "Yes, my dear. The whole weekend. Ah, I see what you're thinking. How can these men sustain a sexual assault that long? Simple. While I'm resting from my exertions in your cunt, these colleagues will take up the challenge in your creamy pussy, and when they're finished, I will be ready to do you again. And again. " He chuckled lewdly and rubbed his crotch suggestively.
Louise sat and stared at the floor, her mind reeling. Then she looked up at Daley. "Who is going to see these videos?" she demanded, her voice nearing hysteria.
Daley nodded seriously. "We keep it at the college here in special secure storage available to execs. I've spoken to other state college presidents at conferences and found that some also have sex slavery for their female execs, and we sometimes exchange videos. But they keep them secure to prevent negative publicity."
Louise took an involuntary step toward the door and stopped, aware she was trembling both with fear and sexual arousal at the thought of continuous. A whole weekend? And other college staff might witness her degradation.
"It's OK, Louise, just part of The Initiation. Yes, some of our execs can be depraved and when they arrive here, they will likely want to do things to you that you never thought of and that make you really uncomfortable, but that's the purpose of The Initiation, to test whether you can be uncomfortable and still submit to sexual humiliation and punishment. Yes, we are going to photograph your naked body, then fuck you, then hurt you, then fuck you some more."
Daley paused and patted her hand. "But I can assure you that we will not allow you to be permanently harmed in any way." He actually patted her hand.
She slumped. She couldn't find energy to move back farther toward the door. Yet she realized that it was a relief to just give up and accept her situation, to let go control and submit to whatever they wanted to do to her. She felt alone, singled out for this bizarre punishment. Daley sensed this too. "We have two other female execs at the college," he reassured her, "and they've both done this Initiation and continue to serve us. You're not alone."
He took her suddenly in his arms and kissed her deeply. She did not resist. "Let me help you out of that nice track suit," he whispered as he slid her top off and placed it on a table. He knelt and pulled down her pants, fumbling with her trainers and socks which he also removed and set aside. She wore an indigo blue bra and panties with lacy trim.
"To begin our sexual journey, we're all going to get aroused." She looked up quizzically, at him, tall and handsome college president. He laughed. "Men. Aroused. Porn, Louise. Porn arouses us, stiff cocks going into juicy cunts." She winced inside again at the crude language and pursed her lips in silent disapproval.
"You see the TVs?" Louise suddenly noticed the three movie-sized screens mounted on three walls around her. Harold King closed the d****s to block light on the screens as they came alive with pornographic images of actors who were all too familiar. "Yes, my dear. It's your own sweet little Dean from the business department, Angelica Mastrovich. She has been here several times and she survived, even enjoys it now. Come and watch." He pulled her to the mattress and sat beside her as the depraved sex scene unfolded on the big screens.
Angelica was in this very room on the mattress. Her compact five-foot-two body was covered with a man who she realized with shock was Daley. He had a very long penis that was thrusting hard and fast into Angelica's dark pubic triangle. As the camera zoomed close, Louise could see her big breasts with their chocolate brown areolas bouncing with each thrust into her cunt, and her coral pussy lips clenched around his cock.
To her amazement, she felt her own pussy lubricate. She had never seen a porno in her life and had believed porn to be wicked. Louise attended church every Sunday, although she had lost her faith years before. She had been taught to regard pornography as a gross insult to women and an ultimate sin, but she knew men liked porn and never asked herself why. Now she began to understand the power of their sexual arousal, their driving need for sexual intercourse.
As she stared at the wanton scene, she felt Daley's warm hands unhook her bra and slide it down her arms and off. The other two men came and sat in front of her to watch him reach around her and take her breasts in his hands, fondling and squeezing and slapping them and pinching the nipples.
Louise could not help staring at the TV screen as the camera zoomed close to the sweet conjunction of Angelica's cunt and Daley's thrusting cock. She felt the shock of fear again as she felt the firm nub of Daley's cock head pressing on her own buttocks as he fondled her breasts, pushing and shifting position as if seeking her bum crack and her cunt with his prick.
"Louise's breasts are just the right size, aren't they?" Daley commented to his male audience, panting a little as his sexual arousal began to build in his body. "They're not huge balloons you can't get into your mouth, and they're not little flat nubs like some of the Asian girls you see being fucked in porno flicks."
There was nodding and general agreement with this assessment as the other men stroked their cocks and watched him pinch her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and slap her breasts until the skin turned pink. They were creamy smooth and warm and felt good as he hefted them and abused them for his own pleasure and that of his eager, lusting audience. He felt her nipples grow hard and sensitive, a sign of her arousal. That was good.
Daley lifted her to her feet as the men watched. "Louise, my dear, you have great breasts, and we will give them lots of attention. But as you can see," his hand waved at a screen where Angelica's pussy filled the screen, leaking semen between splayed legs, "we really want your cunt. So the rod must go in. Let's take a look again at what you have between your legs."
Still kneeling, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down over her hips, revealing her pussy mound by slow inches, the soft, golden brown pubic triangle gradually appearing and as the panties dropped, narrowing down, down between alabaster thighs, only partially concealing full, luscious cunt lips that tantalizingly opened slightly at the bottom as if enticing them to thrust their penises into the warm, magical depths concealed in her vagina.
They all stared with unconcealed lust at her naked cunt. Daley broke the silence. "Enough looking. Let's get her tied up and well fucked." The other two nodded curtly and grabbed Louise.
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