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Sexual HERassment
by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas
"Listen, you moron, I've told you I'm not interested in dating
you. You'd better get off my case, or I'll file sexual
harassment charges against you!" These words should have struck
fear into me, but I couldn't help myself. Since Mona had started
working in my office, I found myself thinking about her
constantly. She was drop-dead gorgeous, its true, but so were
plenty of other women. But there was just something about her
that told me that she was someone special, something that had me
after her like a dog in heat.
"But please, Mona, I can't explain why, I just can't help
myself," I said to her on that fateful Thursday morning that
would change my life forever. "I'd do anything for a date with
you."
"Anything covers a lot of ground, buster, and I doubt you really
mean anything," she replied.
"No, really, I do mean anything, Mona, I do!"
"You've really got it bad, don't you, Steve? And, unless I'm
totally wrong, you not only want to date me, but you'd love to
get inside my panties as well, wouldn't you?" I was speechless,
as this was the first acknowledgement of any kind she had made
to me - usually she just spurned my offers for a date with a
curt, "Sorry, no." "Well, admit it, if that's the case. You'd do
anything for that, right?" she persisted.
"Y...yes, you're right, Mona, I would do anything at all." She
was just so beautiful, with a perfect figure, and long, wavy
auburn hair. I was ready to do anything she asked for any crumb
of attention she would throw my way.
"All right, let's see if you really mean it. We'll have a date
Saturday night, but here are the groundrules. I'm not going to
spend a dime for this date, and..." I cut her off, "of course,
not, I'll pay for everything, don't be silly." "Shut up and
listen - don't interrupt me. I mean not a dime, not even for
clothes. Give me your charge card, so I can shop for what I
need." This startled me a bit, but without a word, I handed her
my gold American Express card. What could it cost me, a couple
of hundred bucks? I'd said anything, and I meant it. If she
wanted to get a new outfit from the deal, so what.
That was the end of our conversation, and when I got a call at
lunchtime from Amex, saying that a woman was trying to use my
card for a $150 purchase, I authorized her using it, promising
that I would send in the form for another card, for my "fiancee"
as soon as possible. I expected that Mona would return the card
that afternoon, but she stopped by my office to tell me that she
needed a "couple of more tiny things, you don't mind, do you
dear?" At that point, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought,
so I told her that was fine. I didn't think any more about it,
but when she called in sick the next day, I wondered if we were
still on for Saturday. My question was answered that afternoon,
when she called me and said, "Don't worry, I just took the day
to get ready for our date. Be here at eight o'clock, OK?"
"Sure, eight's fine, I'll see you then." I spent all Friday
night and Saturday thinking about our date, that I was finally
going to see her socially. I rang her bell at a quarter to
eight, not able to control myself to show up exactly on time, a
fact she commented on when she answered the door in a silken
dressing gown.
"Well, since you're here, come in and make yourself at home. Let
me make you a drink."
"I'll be glad to do that, while you finish getting ready," I
offered, but she replied, "Oh, no, that would make me a terrible
hostess, what would you like?" I told her a scotch on the rocks
would be fine, and in just a minute, she returned with my drink.
"I know I've been stand-offish at work, but I'm not really that
way. Would you like to come upstairs and see me putting on the
lovely things you bought me?" Would I? You couldn't have kept me
away. I followed her upstairs, and lay down on her bed as she
suggested, taking a deep slug of the scotch. She watched me, and
as I felt the room begin to spin and get dark, I saw an evil
smile on her face.
When I woke up, I was totally disoriented, and didn't know where
I was. The room I was in was pitch-black, and I had strange
sensations all over. I couldn't move, but I didn't know why I
felt so weird all over. There was a strong perfume scent in the
air, and then I remembered arriving at Mona's house for our
date, and the drink I had. She must have drugged me. A voice
came out of the darkness, "Awake yet, Stevie?" and the room was
suddenly flooded with light. I couldn't even turn my head, but
looking straight ahead, I saw Mona framed in the doorway. "I
know you can't move yet, the drug I put in your scotch is a mild
paralytic, but just lay there and listen to me. I told you that
you were harassing me, pestering me after I said `NO' to you
several times, but you just couldn't accept that. You have no
idea what a terrible thing sexual harassment is, but you'll find
out now."
While my fuzzy mind tried to comprehend what she meant, she
continued, "All your clothes, and your wallet are gone - not in
the house anywhere, so when you can move, don't waste time
looking for them, so you can escape. While you were unconscious,
I, ah, spent my time getting you ready for your lessons. And, I
took Polaroid pictures of the whole process, and they're
someplace safe as well, and I know that you won't want them to
appear in the office on Monday or any other day. So don't think
that you can overpower me, because you are under my control
now."
I could feel strength returning to my body, and I could feel
that I was totally naked under the blanket. But why did the
touch of the silk sheets feel so strange. And why did my face
feel like there was something on it? I managed to get myself up,
and the reason for the strange feeling became apparent. Every
hair from the neck down had been shaved off my body! Mona stood
still as I walked over to the full length mirror and saw - my
face made up in full cosmetics, including false eyelashes. When
my hand involuntarily moved up to touch my cheek, I saw that
deep red false nails had been attached to my fingertips. "What,
what the hell is this," I yelled angrily. "Are you crazy - what
have you done to me?"
"Me crazy? No, I don't think so, and neither would anyone who
saw the pictures. One of the nice things about the drug I gave
you, is that your eyes stay open all the time you're
unconscious; you look like a willing participant in everything
that went on!" I knew she had me, if that were true.
"Ok, enough of this, let me have my clothes back. I'm sorry if I
harassed you, I promise to leave you totally alone from now on,"
I said.
"No, that's not good enough. I told you that you would have to
learn what harassment was really like. And for the rest of
tonight, you will learn." She stood there, as if daring me to
defy her, in a long black evening gown and high, spike-heeled
black patent leather pumps. I realized the spot I was in, but in
spite of my predicament, standing there naked in front of her, I
began to get an erection as I looked at her lovely self. She
walked toward me, and slapped my cock down, saying, "you won't
be needing that tonight!" As my cock shrank down, she walked
over to her dresser, and took out a bunch of clothes, all lacy,
white, feminine underthings. "Start getting dressed now, Suzi,
you sissy thing. I think Suzi is a perfect name for you from now
on."
I knew I had no choice, so I took the frilly, ruffled white
panties from her hand, and pulled them up over my cleanly shaven
legs. Before I could pull them all the way up, she stopped me,
and tied a white ribbon tightly around the base of my cock, then
around the tip, pulling the two ends of the ribbon back between
my legs, so that my cock disappeared from view. "We musn't have
your big clitty showing, should we?" she asked. I pulled the
panties up the rest of the way, feeling the smooth caress of the
silken material against my pulled-back cock, and thinking that I
was in the hands of one really sick chick. Just how sick, I was
still to find out!
She placed another garment on the bed, and told me to lay on top
of it. She slipped my arms through the bra straps on the top of
it, then proceeded to lace it on around me. It wasn't too bad at
first, when she pulled it closed around my hips, but as she
continued to lace it up, toward my waist, I could feel my body
compressing. She showed no mercy, lacing it as tight as it could
be, and I felt my body being ruthlessly shaped by the boning
inside it. "Stand up, Suzi, so I can see how you look," she
said, and when I did, a wave of dizziness swept over me from the
unnatural pressures on my body. She slipped two pads inside the
cups of the garment, adding to the flesh that had already been
pushed and pulled into there, then slid the hanging garters
through my panties, and told me to sit back down. The
corset-like foundation garment held me rigidly upright, making
it almost impossible to pull the sheer white stockings up over
my now-sleek legs. "You're starting to find out how much we
women have to suffer to look beautiful for men, Suzi," she
commented, watching me struggle to attach the six garters to the
thigh-high nylons. For some reason, the touch of all these
feminine things was somehow exciting, as the smoothness and
silkiness sent sensations through my body.
She pointed to a pair of white highheels, at least 4 inches
tall, and I stepped into them. It took me a few moments to get
used to balancing on them - I felt like I was on top of a
skyscraper. As I stood perched there, I felt the compression of
my leg muscles from the unnatural way the heels had me standing
with just the balls of my feet on the ground, and my heels
raised up in the air. The touch of something being placed on my
head brought me back, and I felt, and saw, a long, wavy auburn
wig, identical to Mona's own hair being placed on my head. She
started to talk in a low voice, "this is what I had to go
through for him, the bastard, now its payback time." I began to
tremble, partly from balancing in the shoes, but mostly from her
almost psychotic tone and words. I stood there, wondering what
was next, and I was horrified to see her pull a wedding gown out
of her closet! I began to get a feeling that I knew what had
happened to her, she must have been jilted, and she was acting
it out with me. The white satin sheath gown was lifted over my
upraised arms and bewigged head, and it slid smoothly down
around me. I felt her zipping up the back of the dress,
compressing the rest of my body inside its tight shape.
I knew that I must look ridiculous in this get-up, but when she
walked me over to look in the mirror, I was stunned by the
virginal bride who looked back at me! "Yes, dear, you look
perfect, a beautiful, blushing bride - but not a virgin." I
didn't have time for that to sink in, when she continued, "I was
testing you last night, dear, and you failed. You let me fuck
you, just like the whore you really are. And today you dress in
lying white, like the virgin you're not!" Her voice was low and
rough, and I realized the final humiliation she had suffered.
She had made love to her fiancee and then he had jilted her on
their wedding day. No wonder she was so twisted and was doing
this to me. I stood there, in shock, as she slipped out of her
gown. She was naked underneath it, and, as scared as I was, I
couldn't help staring at her absolutley perfect body. Her
fiancee must have been out of his mind to let her get away.
I kept staring at her as she walked back to the dresser and
pulled out a harness that she strapped around her waist and
groin. There was a realistic rubber cock attached to it, a huge
one that must have been 9" long and 2" around. "Do you want to
touch it, dear," she asked, and when I hesitated, she ordered,
"I said touch it!" My hand moved involuntarily toward it, and I
looked at the contrast of my red-tipped nails against the
flesh-colored shaft. "Do you want to suck it dear?" she
continued. "N...no," I answered, and she glared at me with a
look of pure hatred.
"I said, `Suck it,' bitch, get down on your knees and suck it."
I could barely move in the dress and corset, and she smacked my
head, causing me to lose my balance and fall. She kicked me in
the side with her black high-heel shoe, and I managed to
maneuver myself into a kneeling position in front of her. She
pressed the cock against my ruby-red lips, forced it into my
mouth and down into my throat. I gagged at the invading cock, as
she pumped it in and out of my throat. "I knew you'd like it,
dear, once you got used to it. Just keep sucking it." I didn't
know what else to do, so I followed her instructions, and when
one of my fingers brushed against her clit, she let out a moan.
I took that as a good sign, and continued to finger her as she
kept pumping the rubber dick in and out of me. When she gave out
a loud cry of orgasm, I had hope that the terrible ordeal would
finally be over.
She withdrew the cock, and helped me to my feet. I said, "I'm so
thirsty from your big cock, can I have something to drink?"
"Why, of course, dear, you sucked me so well, I'll get you some
water," she said. She went into the bathroom, and I greedily
drank at the glass she handed me. And I realized it was not over
yet, as the room turned black again.
When I awakened for the second time, I remembered immediately
what had happened, and I was not as disturbed by my inability to
move. But this time, no sound intruded, and as regained the
movement of my limbs, I looked down and realized that I was
still dressed in the women's underthings, but that my arms were
now tied to the bedposts with a pair of nylons. I struggled to
try to free myself, but only succeeded in making the knots
tighter. I lay there, helpless, for what seemed like an hour,
until Mona, still wearing the false cock, returned. "You've
learned almost all your lessons, Suzi, just one more to go."
She came up on the bed, and knelt between my stockinged legs.
"Yes, just one more thing you need to be a real woman, Suzi, a
cock to fill your virgin pussy! Do you want to make it nice and
wet before it goes into you, dear?" asked, said moving up the
bed and putting the tip to my lips. I knew that there was not
stopping her, and that the only hope I had that this monster
wouldn't tear me in two was if it were lubricated. I licked and
licked, wetting it as much as possible, then she moved back down
between my legs. "I think I should play with your little clitty
while I fuck you, dear, you'll enjoy that so much. She pulled
off my panties, and untied the ribbon that had imprisoned my
cock. She bent down and licked it, and to my horror, I saw it
spring fully erect. The sensations from the clothes I wore, and
the sight of this beautiful woman sucking me made me totally
forget the situation I was in, as my cock acted with a mind of
its own! She continued rubbing it with her hand, and when I
erupted in a giant climax, she spread the cum over the tip of
her cock. "That's nice, dear, your pussy-juice has my cock all
wet," she said, as she began to enter my virgin ass. The
spincter muscle tightened, and she told me to "relax , and enjoy
it" with an evil chuckle. The cum-lubricated cock slipped
further inside me, and I felt a searing burning pain as I was
impaled on it. "That's not too bad, is it, dear?" she asked, as
she began to stroke my own cock into another involuntary
erection.
She pumped in and out of my ass, as every nerve-ending screamed
with pain, then as I got more excited from her handjob, the pain
mixed with pleasure, and I felt my head explode with a senual
experience unlike any I had ever felt before. I sobbed with the
emotions that ran through my body, and when Mona withdrew from
me, I lay there, still bound to the bed. As my sobs subsided,
the exhaustion I felt from my ordeal, and the aftereffects of
the drugs I had been given made me fall asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was untied, and the clothing
I had been wearing had been exchanged for a white babydoll
nightgown and matching panties. My ass was sore, but the feel of
the silk sheets, and the nylon outfit I wore, seemed strangely
comfortable and soothing. My wig was still in place, and I could
feel the remnants of the makeup on my face. I felt used and
abused inside though, as the shameful memories of what Mona had
done to me replayed inside my head. Mona, I thought, you really
did teach me what it was like to be harassed. Suddenly, I saw
her standing in the doorway, looking at me. Her eyes were red,
as though she had been crying. "I guess we had two different
ideas in mind when I asked if you wanted to get into my panties,
huh?" she asked ruefully. "I'm a little sorry about what I did,
unloading my psychological baggage on you, but you really had a
lesson coming." She tried to hold her composure, but broke down
and began to weep.
I jumped out of bed, putting my arms around her, to try to
comfort her. "Shush, its alright, I did have it coming," I
whispered, "I understand what you must have gone through, I'm
sorry." She allowed me to help her into the bed, and I lay
beside her, stroking her gently. I kept comforting her, and
said, "not all guys are like that, he must have been sick to
begin with, I'm so, so sorry that you had to go through all
that." As I lay there, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I
began to get excited, in spite of myself. I willed myself to
control my hands, so that I wouldn't frighten her away. She
moved closer to me, and as she snuggled against me, she felt my
erection under my panties.
"Would you make love to me, gently," she asked, "I have to get
the bad memories out of my head."
"Are you sure?" I asked, and, when she looked into my eyes and
nodded `yes', I began to tenderly stroke her, feeling her
excitement mount. I touched her perfect breasts, and her nipples
hardened under my fingers. I moved down between her legs, and
began to lick her gently, then more firmly as her hands pressed
my still-wigged head against her sweet pussy. She came once,
then again almost immediately, and she pulled me up next to her.
"Will you come inside me now, and make love to me?" she begged,
and I didn't even remove the panties that confined my cock, just
pulled them down, and I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. I
moved gently in and out of her, feeling the suction of her tight
hole around me. When I could hold back no longer, and she felt
me coming inside her, she held me tight against her body, and
whispered, "thank you, I...I love you."
We silently held each other for a long time, then she said, "I
don't think I could have made love with you, if you weren't
dressed like that. I was just hurt too badly by a man." I felt
so close to her right then, that I said, "I don't care how I'm
dressed when I make love to you. I just love you so much, that
nothing else matters." The words that tumbled out shocked me,
but as I thought about it, they began not to bother me at all.
The feel of the silk sheets and the nylon gown felt wonderful
against my body, I had the most beautiful girl in the world in
my arms, and we loved each other.
"I'll give you back the pictures, and the ah...the video tape I
made last night, Steve," she said, "I couldn't punish you any
more." Video tape, I asked myself, and the hazy image of a
tripod in the corner of the room as she dressed me in the
wedding gown came back to my conscious. "But, I'm afraid I did
one thing that you're going to be very angry about - I cut up
all your clothes last night, I hated the sight of anything male
so much that I just cut them to ribbons!"
I looked down at my nylon-covered body, feelings the strange
sensations still running through my body, and asked her shyly,
"D...do you maybe have a few things I could borrow to go home
in?" She ran her hands over my babydoll, through my wig, then
traced around my lipsticked mouth with one dainty finger. "Do
you mean, girl-things?" she asked, and when I whispered back,
"yes, girl-things," she smiled at me. "Does that mean that
everything that happened last night wasn't totally terrible for
you?"
"Last night, and this morning, dear sweet Mona, no everything
wasn't terrible," I answered. "And if you can't make love to me
if I'm dressed as a man, then I'll just have to dress however
you want me to dress, because I know that I want to make love to
you again." We got out of bed, showered, and Mona helped me get
into pantyhose, a pink bra and panty set, an oversized sweater
and a wraparound skirt. I slipped into a pair of flats, feeling
somewhat disappointed that I wasn't wearing heels, and Mona
applied makeup appropriate for daytime to my face. Looking at me
in the mirror, she assured me that even my best friend wouldn't
recognize me the way I now looked. As the now-familiar
sensations from the women's clothes I wore ran through me, I
knew that my life would be far different now from what it had
been before.
And I was so right: I've moved in with Mona, and while I don't
"dress" all the time, I do sometimes just for the heck of it and, of
course, whenever we make love. Mona says she still is
bothered by the thoughts of her earlier mistreatment, but
sometimes I wonder if that's really true....
END
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