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Chapter 1: The Interview
Louise Chatterton Lewis taught college English part-time in California. She discovered that one of the college's Deans had just been appointed Vice President Academic at another state college, a giant leap in salary and authority. Ambitious and tired of part-time work, Louise began to plot a strategy for putting herself forward for the Dean's position now advertised at her college.
In the staff lounge one day, Louise chatted to another female adjunct professor about the advertised position. Gillian frowned and lowered her voice. She told Louise that women who were appointed to executive positions with the college were expected to become sex slaves to the senior male staff. She too had seen the ad and been warned by others.
After the shock of this revelation wore off, Louise thought about the possibilities. She knew she could be a good executive. She had management credentials from heading up a nonprofit. Because of working late evenings, her relationship with her husband, Grant Lewis, was nonexistent. They hadn't had sex in years. Their two c***dren had left home for college and jobs. It was time for a major change in her life.
Louise decided that night to leave her marriage and pursue her ambition. The sex slavery gave her shivers of anticipation that were not all from fear. She was forty something and still beautiful in an elfin way, her delicate hands and features, her fine brown hair with blonde streaks hanging shoulder length. Her bum was pear shaped, a little too large and hippy for her liking, but she jogged regularly and kept herself fit. And she had scrimped and saved a nest egg in her secret bank account. So Louise found a studio apartment close to the college and rented it.
Then she applied for the vacant executive position. She waited at home until her husband had gone to work and took all her necessary clothing and accessories to her secret apartment. That evening, her cell phone rang. She had been granted a job interview on Monday afternoon in the President's office.
At 2 p.m. promptly, she arrived for her interview in the office of the president, Dr. Tyler Daley. He introduced her to the other executives on the interview panel and began by going over her resume in glowing terms, which gave Louise confidence that her scheme might pay off. Questions from all three followed, and then they waited for her questions.
She asked routine questions about job duties, and then hesitated before asking, "I've heard there are other more . . . personal duties that go with this job."
"I see," said Daley smoothly, pretending to straighten the crease in his trousers. "And where would you get an idea like that?"
"From someone who knows." Louise was not about to betray a friend's confidence.
"Louise, we need to know, or this interview is over." Daley's gray eyes bored into hers, and the tight line of his lips told her she was on the brink of defeat.
Ambition won out over loyalty. "It was Gillian … Gillian Formby … Please … don't fire her. She was only trying to help." Her voice turned wistful, but she really didn't care what happened to Gillian.
"We will deal with her," Daley said. "We may not have to fire her, but we will have to have a talk. She likely forgot about the photos of her nude." Nude? Louise fought shock at the notion that these executives were capable of cruel and wicked acts to keep a woman under control. "We will need a few minutes to confer. Wendy, would you please see Louise out to the reception area? Perhaps some tea would be in order."
Daley turned to the other executives. "I think she will make a good administrator and team member. She's willing to learn and yes, very ambitious. The real question now is 'Will she survive The Initiation and want to continue?' Most women, even ambitious ones, tend to run away from anything sexual that doesn't allow them to refuse consent."
"Well, true," said Ron Taylor, the finance director. "But let's call her in and explain it to her. Then if she's willing to submit to us, we can go to a full Initiation." They all agreed and Daley buzzed Wendy to admit Louise back into the office.
The three executives explained to her that they would love to appoint her to the position, but as a woman, she had to agree to submit sexually and then prove it by going through The Initiation, a weekend of gangbanging and sexual abuse. That would be only the beginning of a career filled with lost weekends in the hands of depraved male college staff.
"What if I don't show up for one of those weekends?" she asked boldly, her mind desperately seeking ways out of this nightmare.
Harold King, the Dean of Technology replied. "We know about your sister Joanne, lovely blonde lady who works at Look magazine. We also know that your daughter Mary is a student at another college in her second year of studies. She's cute and comely, most attractive. If we have problems with you, Louise, we will a***** and **** your daughter and sell her into sexual slavery."
"I won't say anything," Louise cried with sudden fear and revulsion. "I really won't. Please, not my daughter."
"Louise," began Daley, clearing his throat. "We like you very much for the position, but to get approval from the Board for an administrative appointment, you will have to successfully complete The Initiation. It's very rigorous and takes a full weekend. If you quit The Initiation or decide afterwards to withdraw your application, we will understand. But you must never reveal your situation to anyone." Daley's hard stare was enough to convince Louise they meant to harm her if necessary.
"Wha .. what does this Initiation involve?" she blurted quickly, all her anxious senses on high alert.
Daley looked down at his shoes and then at the other men. "Louise, I told you that we will require you to perform many different sexual acts. Now we require some nude photos. Please strip."
The bees of fear and arousal buzzed in Louise's loins. She swallowed hard and looked at the floor, but she knew the time had come to perform or walk away. So she unbuttoned her blouse and unbuttoned her slacks, allowing them to fall as she removed her shoes. Harold King took a camera from the desk and motioned her to stand beside the desk in her bra and panties.
Daley stood up and unhooked her bra. Louise shivered as she felt his warm hands reach around her to grasp her breasts. His wandering fingers rubbed and pinched her nipples into erection. His lips found her ear and then her lips. His tongue probed into her mouth and sought hers.
An instant of shock hit again as she realized he had knelt behind her and was hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Down came the panties as King and Taylor stared and rubbed stiff cocks in their pants. The camera shutter clicked.
A wolfish grin appeared on Taylor's face as he observed her crotch carefully. "Nice cunt, Louise," he said as she blushed and tightened her mouth at the crude language. "Nice brown bush and pussy slit. Now please turn around and put your hands on the floor."
As she did so, Louise knew she was exposing her naked cunt and asshole to their gaze. The camera clicked. She felt sudden fingers on her cunt slit pulling open her labia for close inspection. More camera clicks.
"OK. Stand up, please, and face us." This was Daley's command. Short, dark, and ruggedly built, King got on the floor with his camera and crawled between Louise's legs for shots of her cunt, tits, and face from the ground up.
As he regained his feet, Daley told her, "Please sit up on the desk facing the window and spread your legs." She hesitated at this latest indignity, so Daley and Taylor each took a leg and held them wide apart while King's camera captured her naked body from face to cunt.
"Can you hold your cunt lips open for us, Louise?" asked Daley in a tone of false humor. Louise knew it meant 'Do it or else'. She did, and the camera recorded the juicy pink interiors of her labia, clitoris, and vaginal entrance. Then they were done. As Louise dressed, she asked about the photos.
"We send them to the male execs so they can see who they will be initiating." Daly finished by saying, "So you will report tomorrow to The Snuggery for your Initiation. You will have to bring an STI panel showing you're free of disease, and your current prescription for birth control medication."
"But I don't take birth control pills. I made my husband have a vasectomy years ago," Louise protested.
Daley shook his head in mock disapproval. "When did your last period start?"
"Ten days ago."
"Then get pills and start now. It's Monday. By Friday, you will be ready for sex. In the Snuggery, we fuck you hard, cock all the way in your cunt, and our semen is loaded with sperm. So get birth control. No games."
"The Snuggery?" Louise said, her mind still reeling with the grossness of the idea of sexual submission. "What's that? I'm confused." To avoid thinking about sex, her mind focused on a trivial point.
Daley laughed and said, "That's what we call the apartment that occupies the whole twenty-fourth floor of the Princess Towers apartment building on Madison. The name comes from a classic porn story. Just push the buzzer for the penthouse and take the elevator."
Louise nodded and managed a small smile.
Louise Chatterton Lewis taught college English part-time in California. She discovered that one of the college's Deans had just been appointed Vice President Academic at another state college, a giant leap in salary and authority. Ambitious and tired of part-time work, Louise began to plot a strategy for putting herself forward for the Dean's position now advertised at her college.
In the staff lounge one day, Louise chatted to another female adjunct professor about the advertised position. Gillian frowned and lowered her voice. She told Louise that women who were appointed to executive positions with the college were expected to become sex slaves to the senior male staff. She too had seen the ad and been warned by others.
After the shock of this revelation wore off, Louise thought about the possibilities. She knew she could be a good executive. She had management credentials from heading up a nonprofit. Because of working late evenings, her relationship with her husband, Grant Lewis, was nonexistent. They hadn't had sex in years. Their two c***dren had left home for college and jobs. It was time for a major change in her life.
Louise decided that night to leave her marriage and pursue her ambition. The sex slavery gave her shivers of anticipation that were not all from fear. She was forty something and still beautiful in an elfin way, her delicate hands and features, her fine brown hair with blonde streaks hanging shoulder length. Her bum was pear shaped, a little too large and hippy for her liking, but she jogged regularly and kept herself fit. And she had scrimped and saved a nest egg in her secret bank account. So Louise found a studio apartment close to the college and rented it.
Then she applied for the vacant executive position. She waited at home until her husband had gone to work and took all her necessary clothing and accessories to her secret apartment. That evening, her cell phone rang. She had been granted a job interview on Monday afternoon in the President's office.
At 2 p.m. promptly, she arrived for her interview in the office of the president, Dr. Tyler Daley. He introduced her to the other executives on the interview panel and began by going over her resume in glowing terms, which gave Louise confidence that her scheme might pay off. Questions from all three followed, and then they waited for her questions.
She asked routine questions about job duties, and then hesitated before asking, "I've heard there are other more . . . personal duties that go with this job."
"I see," said Daley smoothly, pretending to straighten the crease in his trousers. "And where would you get an idea like that?"
"From someone who knows." Louise was not about to betray a friend's confidence.
"Louise, we need to know, or this interview is over." Daley's gray eyes bored into hers, and the tight line of his lips told her she was on the brink of defeat.
Ambition won out over loyalty. "It was Gillian … Gillian Formby … Please … don't fire her. She was only trying to help." Her voice turned wistful, but she really didn't care what happened to Gillian.
"We will deal with her," Daley said. "We may not have to fire her, but we will have to have a talk. She likely forgot about the photos of her nude." Nude? Louise fought shock at the notion that these executives were capable of cruel and wicked acts to keep a woman under control. "We will need a few minutes to confer. Wendy, would you please see Louise out to the reception area? Perhaps some tea would be in order."
Daley turned to the other executives. "I think she will make a good administrator and team member. She's willing to learn and yes, very ambitious. The real question now is 'Will she survive The Initiation and want to continue?' Most women, even ambitious ones, tend to run away from anything sexual that doesn't allow them to refuse consent."
"Well, true," said Ron Taylor, the finance director. "But let's call her in and explain it to her. Then if she's willing to submit to us, we can go to a full Initiation." They all agreed and Daley buzzed Wendy to admit Louise back into the office.
The three executives explained to her that they would love to appoint her to the position, but as a woman, she had to agree to submit sexually and then prove it by going through The Initiation, a weekend of gangbanging and sexual abuse. That would be only the beginning of a career filled with lost weekends in the hands of depraved male college staff.
"What if I don't show up for one of those weekends?" she asked boldly, her mind desperately seeking ways out of this nightmare.
Harold King, the Dean of Technology replied. "We know about your sister Joanne, lovely blonde lady who works at Look magazine. We also know that your daughter Mary is a student at another college in her second year of studies. She's cute and comely, most attractive. If we have problems with you, Louise, we will a***** and **** your daughter and sell her into sexual slavery."
"I won't say anything," Louise cried with sudden fear and revulsion. "I really won't. Please, not my daughter."
"Louise," began Daley, clearing his throat. "We like you very much for the position, but to get approval from the Board for an administrative appointment, you will have to successfully complete The Initiation. It's very rigorous and takes a full weekend. If you quit The Initiation or decide afterwards to withdraw your application, we will understand. But you must never reveal your situation to anyone." Daley's hard stare was enough to convince Louise they meant to harm her if necessary.
"Wha .. what does this Initiation involve?" she blurted quickly, all her anxious senses on high alert.
Daley looked down at his shoes and then at the other men. "Louise, I told you that we will require you to perform many different sexual acts. Now we require some nude photos. Please strip."
The bees of fear and arousal buzzed in Louise's loins. She swallowed hard and looked at the floor, but she knew the time had come to perform or walk away. So she unbuttoned her blouse and unbuttoned her slacks, allowing them to fall as she removed her shoes. Harold King took a camera from the desk and motioned her to stand beside the desk in her bra and panties.
Daley stood up and unhooked her bra. Louise shivered as she felt his warm hands reach around her to grasp her breasts. His wandering fingers rubbed and pinched her nipples into erection. His lips found her ear and then her lips. His tongue probed into her mouth and sought hers.
An instant of shock hit again as she realized he had knelt behind her and was hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Down came the panties as King and Taylor stared and rubbed stiff cocks in their pants. The camera shutter clicked.
A wolfish grin appeared on Taylor's face as he observed her crotch carefully. "Nice cunt, Louise," he said as she blushed and tightened her mouth at the crude language. "Nice brown bush and pussy slit. Now please turn around and put your hands on the floor."
As she did so, Louise knew she was exposing her naked cunt and asshole to their gaze. The camera clicked. She felt sudden fingers on her cunt slit pulling open her labia for close inspection. More camera clicks.
"OK. Stand up, please, and face us." This was Daley's command. Short, dark, and ruggedly built, King got on the floor with his camera and crawled between Louise's legs for shots of her cunt, tits, and face from the ground up.
As he regained his feet, Daley told her, "Please sit up on the desk facing the window and spread your legs." She hesitated at this latest indignity, so Daley and Taylor each took a leg and held them wide apart while King's camera captured her naked body from face to cunt.
"Can you hold your cunt lips open for us, Louise?" asked Daley in a tone of false humor. Louise knew it meant 'Do it or else'. She did, and the camera recorded the juicy pink interiors of her labia, clitoris, and vaginal entrance. Then they were done. As Louise dressed, she asked about the photos.
"We send them to the male execs so they can see who they will be initiating." Daly finished by saying, "So you will report tomorrow to The Snuggery for your Initiation. You will have to bring an STI panel showing you're free of disease, and your current prescription for birth control medication."
"But I don't take birth control pills. I made my husband have a vasectomy years ago," Louise protested.
Daley shook his head in mock disapproval. "When did your last period start?"
"Ten days ago."
"Then get pills and start now. It's Monday. By Friday, you will be ready for sex. In the Snuggery, we fuck you hard, cock all the way in your cunt, and our semen is loaded with sperm. So get birth control. No games."
"The Snuggery?" Louise said, her mind still reeling with the grossness of the idea of sexual submission. "What's that? I'm confused." To avoid thinking about sex, her mind focused on a trivial point.
Daley laughed and said, "That's what we call the apartment that occupies the whole twenty-fourth floor of the Princess Towers apartment building on Madison. The name comes from a classic porn story. Just push the buzzer for the penthouse and take the elevator."
Louise nodded and managed a small smile.
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