The Perils of Pauline s
- 4 years ago
- 57
- 0
The Perils Of Paul free porn video
THE PERILS OF PAUL
Garth Keilley was a replacement section manager for an international removal
and storage company with its head office on the east coast and large offices
in all state capitals and many major regional centres across the country.
He was a tall dark and handsome man who made most women swoon and most men
jealous of the interest he seemed to attract from women, yet if asked many
people had trouble describing him in any detail. So this confident,
efficient, charismatic and handsome man gained respect and attention
wherever he was posted.
This month Garth was posted to the sub-tropical southern state capital
office to replace the regular manager of the accounts section, who was in
hospital for a surgical procedure and would be off work for a few weeks.
This placement would not require Garth to make any significant changes,
though the board of directors did expect some of the usual productivity
gains that occurred with all of his placements. Garth was always given a
free-hand by the board on how he ran his sections, even though all his
placements were temporary.
The board of directors had often tempted him to take on a permanent senior
management position in the capital city of his choice, but Garth enjoyed the
semi-freedom of his "replacement section manager" role and the extra
benefits it gave him. While Garth's salary was adequate, and while he was
unlikely to ever be wealthy from it, or the generous bonus payments that
regularly came his way, he did enjoyed the lifestyle.
Garth moved around constantly so he lived out of a couple of suitcases and
moved from motel room to motel room whenever a new assignment came along.
His meals and other living expenses were heavily subsidised by the company
so he lived and ate well, plus he could afford many little luxuries to make
life sweet. Not that he needed that much in life, his needs were simple and
mostly basic.
So, here he was in a new city, in a section manager position for the
accounts section and almost a full week into the job. He surveyed his
present domain and was pleased with most of what he saw. The section was
quite efficient and for the most part ran like a well-oiled machine, with
very few exceptions. Most of the staff did their job very well and were
quite expert at their particular task in the organization, but Garth sensed
he could improve things a bit here and possibly earn himself another timely
bonus in the process.
Early in the second week of Garth's placement he instituted a job rotation
plan so staff could learn all of the duties at their particular level. This
would ensure that anyone's absence from work for any reason, would not stop
the work on any single task, because there would always be someone else to
pick-up the ball and run with it. This was a practice Garth had
successfully implemented in many of his previous placements, which brought
him recognition and appreciation from the board for the productivity gains,
not to mention the bonuses that usually followed.
At first things were going well, until Garth discovered a couple of flies in
the ointment, two of the staff were actively working against his master
plan. Paul Mansfield and Anna Lang were starting to undermine his strategy
with their negative attitudes and insistence on doing things the way they
had always been done. Garth didn't get angry, nor did he confront the two
troublemakers... well at least not right away. This situation had to be
handled with his usual finesse and his own special brand of management
magic.
Garth set about dividing and conquering this problem duo in his own special
way. Together they were divisive and disruptive to the workflow and the
staff, so Garth set in place a plan to separate these two and deal with them
individually, but not under the gaze of the rest of the staff in the
section.
Anna Lang was an overweight, over-bearing, paranoid and somewhat plain
looking spinster in her late thirties, who seemed to have a chip on her
shoulder the size of a log. Her attitude was something akin to "because I
have worked in this company for over fifteen years, they owe me a living...
and much more!". She was a globe-trotter, spending all of her holidays and
most of her money overseas, then she would come back to work and rub it in
the noses of her colleagues who could not afford this life-style.
Consequently Anna Lang had few friends at work (if any at all), and any
staff who were allied to her were usually there through fear of her position
and expertise rather than any respect or friendship. Anna was regularly
appointed to the duties of a higher position of assistant team leader on
temporary transfer when the regular assistant team leader, Belinda Dean, was
away... which was quite regularly because of her medical condition.
Garth found out that there was a position of team leader open temporarily
for a month in the Sales & Marketing section upstairs and organised for Anna
to be given a chance to prove herself at his level. She saw it as a
prestigious step in her career and a justified reward for her efforts, but
Garth had another motive.
A few days earlier, Garth was talking with other middle managers at the
monthly "state of the branch office" report meeting, and during a coffee
break he met Wayne Stewart, the no-nonsense, focussed and highly motivated
manager of the Sales & Marketing section, and immediately took a liking to
him. Garth felt they were like-minded when it came to work and how to get
the best from their staff.
Wayne had warned Garth about Anna Lang and how she would be his main
trouble, but Wayne had also made the off-hand comment that "he wished she
worked for him, even for a short while, because he would sort her out!".
When Wayne also mentioned the temporary team leader vacancy in his section,
Garth suggested that Anna filling this position would suit both of their
plans, Wayne agreed and the scene was set.
So Anna packed a few personal items and essential work materials, then made
a point of flaunting her new status in front of all the other staff in the
accounts section before "heading upstairs to greener pastures". This caused
some confusion with other staff, as they could not understand how someone
like Anna could be rewarded with such a golden opportunity.
Anyway, life... or at least the working life of the accounts section,
returned to an almost harmonious level. Now there was only Paul Mansfield
to deal with, and Garth had special plans for him... far more interesting
than a temporary promotion.
Paul Mansfield was in his mid-thirties, and was a weedy, whiney, petulant
and childish man... or should we say BOY, because Garth figured that he had
never really grown-up and accepted any real responsibility. He was
estranged from his wife, pending their divorce, and missing his two little
girls... so much so that he seemed to take it out on everyone around him,
another reason he was not winning friends and influencing people.
Garth had already had a couple of run-ins with Paul over trivial things,
which was usually Paul's style... if he could not win a point with reason or
make an influence with his small and ineffectual ideas, he would try to
establish himself as knowing more than anyone else, especially some
"Johnny-come-lately" replacement manager.
Garth had already stamped his authority on these little outbursts of
Mansfield's, but he had done so in a considerate way that did not humiliate
the man in front of his peers, though Paul certainly did not appreciate
these subtleties of Garths management style. So Garth decided that more
effective methods were necessary.
Paul continued to be disruptive to the section and was quickly losing favour
with others because of his petty whining and constant complaining. He would
stick his nose into everyone else's business, and often try to incite other
with his limited and quite erroneous knowledge of laws governing corporate
practices. In fact, a couple of times he had shown himself to be foolish in
his interpretation of Human Resource rights and responsibilities, but the
only person who did not see the stupidity of his argument was Paul himself.
Garth decided that enough was enough... it was time to act and end this
disruptive and divisive influence once and for all. And he would do it by
catering to Paul's greed and misguided sense of self-importance.
Garth arranged for some staff to work overtime the next weekend to make some
accommodation changes on the accounts section floor of the offices. He
wanted to make the workspace a more harmonious area where people felt
comfortable at work, which had the flow-on effect of people being more
productive, something that had succeeded in all of his previous placements.
For the work Garth had asked Paul to supervise a small team of storemen from
the despatch centre who would do the lifting and moving work, while Garth
and Paul organised indoor plants and some new fixtures and fittings to
improve the ambiance of the office. While Paul certainly was not known for
his decorative talent, everyone knew he would not miss a chance to order
people around, especially the "plebs" from the despatch centre, as he
referred to them on many occasions.
By early afternoon on the Sunday of the overtime the work was almost
complete, except for the clean-up, and Garth had let most of the work crew
go home, but he kept back Paul and two young storemen for the final touches.
Peter Green was a large oafish youth of nineteen who was a strong but
slightly overweight six feet tall with a pimply face framed in dirty matted
brown hair and a sparse beard. He had a body odour problem and bad breath
to add to the unwashed appearance, plus his intellect and social skills were
limited (to be kind).
Tony Genaro was a slimy character with thin build framed in a five foot nine
inch body topped with oily black hair and a pencil thin moustache. At
twenty eight, and of Italian heritage, he thought he was God's gift to
women, the Al Pacino of the removal and storage business, and he also had an
odour problem, although his was more along the lines of smelling like
spoiled olive oil and cheap hair cream.
Both these men would be perfect for Garth's master plan, so he instructed
them to finish cleaning the refurbished work area and promised them a very
special treat if he was pleased with their work when he returned. Then
Garth told Paul that he wanted his help in one of the senior manager offices
at the other end of the floor. The two storemen smiled as they doubled
their efforts in order to please this junior manager and make a good
impression.
Garth walked ahead of Mansfield and as they entered the dimly lit office
Garth closed the door behind them and indicated to Paul to sit in the
visitor's chair next to the desk. Garth sat behind the desk and pointed to
a laptop computer that was connected to a camera-like black box of about six
inches square on top of a twelve inch high tripod.
Garth commenced his hoax by telling Paul about a new computer software
program he was working on to improve staff relations by matching personality
types so like-minded people could work together. Gath said he only had to
add Paul's details before the database was complete and he could run the
program and find the best matched teams of staff.
Paul thought this was "hocus pocus" and management double-talk, but seeing
he was being paid overtime to listen he would not complain... at least not
here where it would not do him any good. Garth said a photo was included in
each record and aimed the strange box at Paul before returning his attention
to the laptop screen and keyboard, then pushing a few keys.
All at once Paul was bathed in a strange green light emanating from the box,
which froze him in his chair, but he could see and hear everything going-on
in front of him. His body was stuck to the chair and he cannot move a
muscle, except for his eyes. He was stricken with panic but didn't know how
to free himself from this unnatural bondage.
Garth walked around from behind the desk and sat on the edge as he looks
down at Paul, whose eyes followed him and showed a very real distress about
his situation.
"Paul..." Garth said, "I am sick and tired of your whiney, petty, pedantic
and petulant ways. I have not had the displeasure of knowing a man as
childish and pathetic as you for a very long time. In fact, you remind me
more of a woman than a man".
Paul's eyes widened with increased fear at these words and his complete
helplessness as he listened to Garth's tirade.
"The only answer to this situation is..." Garth said, but paused for
dramatic effect,"...to eliminate you".
Now Paul was gripped with absolute terror! Did Garth mean what Paul thought
he meant? Was this seemingly harmless middle manager intending to kill him
and dump his body somewhere it would never be found? All of the most
gruesome possibilities raced through Paul's head adding to the terror and
apparent hopelessness of his situation.
Gath could see he was having a profound effect on Paul at this point, so he
continued; "Oh, don't worry Paul, I am not going to murder you. I am not
some crazed serial killer! But I am going to change you and re-train you to
get you out of my hair once and for all, you whinny little insect!"
Just then Garth turned his attention to the laptop computer and spun it
around so Paul could see the screen. On the left side of the screen was a
head and shoulders photo of Paul in a box titled "Before", and on the right
side was a full-length photo of a somewhat plain but sexy babe in a box
titled "After".
Garth turned back to Paul and said "You see Paul, I am not exactly from
around here, if you get my drift. I am a very good trouble-shooting
manager, but my tools and methods are beyond your feeble brain, so I won't
even begin to explain my little machine here, except to say it is able to
change a petty, pathetic little shit like you into a more productive member
of your society".
And with those cryptic words ringing in Paul's ears, Garth hit the Enter
button on the laptop and the strange green light that held Paul in place
intensified to the point that Paul no longer had any recognisable form, but
instead was a non-descript mass of shining green jelly-like substance that
writhed and squirmed in the chair. Garth let the intense light hold Paul
for a few minutes, that seemed much longer to Paul, then Garth hit another
key on the laptop and the green light started to fade and a shape formed out
of nothing then into something completely different to its origins.
Instead of the whinny, weedy, petulant man that originally sat in the chair,
there was a very new person as different to Paul as night is to day. In the
chair sat a girl in her early twenties and dressed only in a lacy white bra
and thong panties. Her hair was a dirty blonde colour that fell to just
below her shoulders, her face was plain but not unattractive, just a little
ordinary.
She had a lean but slightly rounded figure that would stand about five foot
nine inches when she stood up. The lacy white push-up bra held a pair of
very well formed 36C cup breasts that sagged slightly when not so well
supported. Her body and waist were thin and her belly had a cute roundness
to it that lots of men found sexy.
The wispy lace thong covered a clean shaven vagina and the rear strap slid
between the cheeks of a well rounded ass that many women would envy. Her
legs were long and shapely in comparison to the rest of her body and she had
an overall slutty look going on.
Paul tried to move in this new body but found his control had not yet
returning to him... or her, and her head flopped around slightly.
Garth said, "Don't worry Paul, you will gain control of your new body soon,
but first let me tell you a few facts that cover the 'change and
re-training' I spoke of earlier. Well, the change is obvious, and to answer
your worst fear, it is permanent! You will spend the rest of your new life
as a woman!"
Paul was still reeling, but Garth's words were coming through clearly... a
little too clearly.
Garth added, "For the re-training part, you will find that your mind has
changed too. Soon you will not remember your previous life as a whinny,
petulant excuse for a man, but you will be a horny, slutty woman who will do
anything to please a man, and I do mean any thing!"
Paul was still reeling and tried to scream the word "no" but no sound came
from his lips. This started a new panic in Paul's mind, would he be able to
tell anyone of these events before his mind turned into the woman Garth was
describing?
Garth answered as if he had heard Paul, "No Paul, you won't be able to talk
for a while, at least not before your new personality takes over, and by
then it will be too late for anyone to know what happened to Paul Mansfield"
Garth paused again so these words would take effect and Paul let out a
muffled scream with what little vocal control he could muster.
The Garth continued, "Considering your new appearance, we cannot call you
Paul anymore, so we will have to change your name too. I have been thinking
about that a little bit, and I have decided that I will not call you Paula
or Pauline, nothing so obvious to others. No, I have decided to call you
Petula in memory of your petulant nature as a whinny little man".
Garth then grabbed Paul/Petula by the wrist and dragged him out of the
chair, then opened the door and headed out of the office with Petula in tow.
She walked awkwardly in white stiletto heel shoes that she did not notice
while she was seated, but manage to stay upright as Garth led her back to
where Peter and Tony were finished cleaning-up the work area and had just
sat down on a large settee to rest.
Garth flung the hapless Petula into the laps of the two storemen and said,
"Here is a little extra reward for a job well done fellas, do whatever you
want with her, she's yours for the next couple of hours".
Then Garth went back to the office at the other end of the floor to pack up
his equipment and wait for the two men to have their fill of the wench he
presented to them.
Back in the refurbished work area Tony was not wasting time with
pleasantries or foreplay, he slipped out from under Petula, ripped off his
work coveralls and was out of his underpants in a flash. Then he reached
forward and ripped off Petula's thong panties and forced himself inside her
without so much as an introduction or a kiss for starters.
Petula winced as this average man's six inches entered her with no regard to
lubrication or her comfort and he was pumping hard and rhythmically before
the first of her fanny juices started to let him slide in and out of her
without too much pain, and it was soon after that Tony erupted inside her
and groaned with his exhausting orgasm.
As Tony stood up he said "How did you like that bitch?" and started to wipe
himself off with what was left of her thong. Then he turned to Peter and
said "You better get it while its hot, you retard"
Peter always hated the way Tony spoke down to him, but he had to agree, he
had very few opportunities with the opposite sex so he could not let this
one pass by without stepping up to the plate. Peter stood up and discarded
his coveralls and underwear slower than Tony had, but when he turned to face
Petula (and Tony) both of them gasped. Peter was hung like a horse! He had
to be at least 10 inches and thicker than a lady's wrist, and to say it was
veiny was an understatement!
Peter dragged Petula along the settee so she was laying at full length then
he crept forward and clumsily released her tits from the bra cups, then he
lowered his lips to one nipple and sucked hard. This sent a wave of
pleasure through Petula's body and started a feeling she had never imagined
as a man. The thrill was coursing through her body and electrifying every
inch of her, especially her crotch!
Peter was roughly massaging her other tit with his other hand then he raised
his head and kissed her wetly and fully on the lips, that is when Petula
noticed his bad breath and almost heaved with repulsion. Peter forcefully
spread her legs and then pressed his enormous cock at the opening of her
vagina, then with one hard thrust he drove his full length into her in one
stroke and stopped momentarily.
Petula tried to scream, but her full vocal function had not returned as yet,
but she wanted to yell the building down with the sensation of the Peter's
fullness expanding her womb to what must have been breaking point. Then
Peter started pumping himself in and out of her at an urgent but steady
pace, driving Petula out of her mind with sensations she didn't think were
possible. The roughness of his cock slide easily in and out of her vagina
walls, because they were already lubricated with Tony's cum.
The steady pounding of her pussy went on for about ten or fifteen minutes of
unbelievable ecstasy until she exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm that
shuddered all through her body. Within seconds Peter exploded too and what
seemed like gallons of cum flooded her pussy and started dripping out of
her, while he grunted and fell on top of Petula and nearly crushed her
comparatively small body beneath him.
Tony was not to be out done, so he pulled Peter off Petula and mounted her
again for another ride along "the velvet tunnel of love" as he liked to call
it. He pumped in and out furiously for a minute or two then exploded in her
for the second time, but Petula did not notice too much. Once she had felt
Peter's monster within her, Tony's cock went almost unnoticed and
unobtrusive.
Tony was just finishing up when Garth returned and asked how they had
enjoyed their bonus? Tony said she was a fine fuck and intimated that he
was her best ever, but Petula was still reeling from the orgasm Peter sent
through her entire body.
Garth said the two men could go, and sign their overtime sheets with the
time they finished with Petula, as they had done a good job. The two men
scurried off and Garth looked down at the fully spent Petula, showing no
sign of feeling for her at all.
He reached into a bag he held behind his back and threw some clothes at the
sweaty cum filled wench, saying, "Get dressed you are late for work!"
Petula didn't understand, but still she got up and put on the fresh yellow
thong panties, white halter top and red leather short shorts that made her
look even more slutty than just the white underwear she wore earlier. Once
she was more presentable Garth again grabbed her wrist and dragged her to
the lifts, then down to the undercover car-park and told her to get into the
passenger seat of one of the smaller unmarked company delivery vans.
They drove in silence to one of the sleazier parts of town and when Garth
dragged her out of the van, he led her up a dingy lit flight of stairs and
into a seedy looking reception room. An overweight aging madam stepped
forward and grabbed Petula by the hand and thanked Garth for the new girl
she needed so badly to keep her low cost, low hygiene brothel going.
Garth turned and walked out, and as he headed down the stairs he said
quietly "Start your whining now, you little shit!"
Late Monday morning, back at the accounts section, rumours are running wild
about where Paul Mansfield was, but the new look work area is such a
pleasant distraction that very few of the staff gave him a second thought.
Later in the morning Anna Lang returned from her short stay in the Sales &
Marketing section, with her tail between her legs, so to speak. Wayne
Stewart had exposed her flaws to all of the staff and branded her a
sub-standard worker not worth employing, and she was almost completely
broken.
Garth did not let this opportunity go by, so he delivered an ultimatum to
Anna, "...get out with at least some of her dignity in tact, or face a
performance assessment and most likely be fired with loss of benefits. In
other words, get out before you are thrown out, you fat bitch!"
The next day Anna resigned and skulked off the premises without any fanfare
or leaving rituals, like a party or presentation.
An added benefit of the improved workplace was felt immediately, with all of
the accounts section staff happier at work and productivity improved greatly
almost overnight. Even Belinda Dean was back at work, happier and healthier
than ever before, free from the stress that had plagued her for so long.
She even gained a promotion for her work and the innovation she introduces
to the section in the short time she was back.
A few weeks later Garth is standing in his motel room, suitcases packed and
all of his equipment placed strategically in the centre of the room. He
takes one more look at the letter from the board congratulating him on
another job well done and the improved productivity of the accounts section
that he led briefly, then handed back to the regular manager, in a much
better state.
The letter Garth held also gave details of the next job the board had for
him in a northern capital, and another section of their state head office
there, not to mention news of the considerable bonus they had paid direct
into his bank account.
With a smile and a final look around the room Garth raised his wrist and
pressed some buttons on the strange watch he wore, then with a flash of
light he and all of his possessions were transported to a new job in a new
city and an unknown few weeks with new people... maybe to someone else's
peril?
The End
Mei
- 06.11.2022
- 34
- 0
The Bizarre Perils of Dark Bat
- 2 years ago
- 26
- 0
The Perils Of Cyber Sex
- 3 years ago
- 31
- 0
