Climbing the Corporate Ladder
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Seated behind an immaculate metal desk, Jasmine Hussan calmly took a sip of tea,her pale green eyes fixed on the daily paper in front of her. ?Female SlavePopulation reaches 2 Million!? it read, the heading in thick bold black lettersto grab the attention of every chauvinistic man who passed it: a select fewpictures inside depicting many beauties collared and gagged, serving theirowners unquestionably. Setting her tea cup down gently on the leather coasteron her polished desk, Jasmine couldn't help but arch her full, chocolate coloredlips into a smile. 2 million! Even now as she sat comfortably in her Italianleather chair in her office that overlooked the city, there were two millionpussies out there getting screwed till they turned red, and then some more.A damp, moist sensation between her legs alerted Jasmine to the fact her groinenjoyed the same mental images.
?Mmmrff!?
Lifting her pale green eyes from the reading material she was clearly enjoying,Miss.Hussan's sight came to rest upon the figure that broke the placid silence.
?What's wrong? Didn't you see the headlines?? She teased, her pretty facestaying calm and expressing very little emotion during what should be one ofthe happiest moments of her young life.
?Mmmrff! Mmmmrfffggh!? Was the aggressive, if not muffled, response to herpatronizing tease.
?Aww, that's no way to act is it?? Jasmine continued, spinning her chair tothe side and moving around to the front of her desk.
?You should be happy! 2 million women are currently out there, tied, bound,gagged and serving predominantly male owners?what a victory for anti-feminists?
Hanging from the roof via a rather tight set of cuffs around his wrists, wasJunior Executive Mark Conner. Butt naked, his rather trim body covered withinsults written in texta, his balls having long since gone purple due to therubber bands tightly wrapped around the base of his scrotum and his abilityto speak muffled via a pussy-gag, the once proud and ambitious young man hadrecently spent a night of pure abuse and degradation at the hands of a groupof rather sexually depraved women: Jasmine making sure she caught the wholething on tape. The movie would make her a handsome little profit on the femaleunderground: more money to be added to her already considerably large bankaccount. Jasmine could have shaken her own hand at the idea, degrading a manand making a profit in the process, was there truly any better way to spendthe evening?
?Be proud to be part of a minority? Miss.Husan mocked, quickly taking a stepback as Mark made a futile attempt to lunge at her: the chain from the roofensuring all he did was swing humiliatingly from the roof like meat on a stringin front of a hungry predator.
Calmly moving around behind Mr.Conner, out of his field of vision, Jasminegrinned as she looked at his ass. Stripes of purple were streaked sidewaysacross his rather firm buttocks: testimony to the caning it had received thenight before. Adding to the humiliation, the words ?Insert Here? were writtenon his lower back with an arrow below it pointing down to his ass. The imageswere still fresh in Jasmines mind. Images of Mark being bent over her desk,tied into position as the 5 women had their fun with him. She had especiallyloved it when he eventually burst into tears: the thought even now causingher to chuckle slightly at the delicious memory.
?How many times did they violate you?? she asked, her voice a low whisperas she brought her lips within only a few centimeters of his ear. Marks responsewas less than enthusiastic, as he tried to stay quite to scrap together whatevershreds of self-respect he still had. ?How many times, did they screw you?? Jasminecontinued, ensuring that her voice was sensual yet mockingly cruel. ?From memory,Id say about? a few dozen times?? Emphasizing her point, Jasmine slowly slidher hands around Marks waist, her soft touch disguising the wicked pain thateach seemingly innocent hand could inflict. He pulled away sharply, as if contactwith her resurfaced the horrid memories of the previous night.
??each?
Jasmine recoiled herself, grinning wickedly as Mark tried once again to throwher off. After all, Jasmine was dressed in a $2000 ladies business suit, thethought of having any of that texta, lip stick, female cum or a range of otherthings Mark still had smeared across his lean muscled body was just horrid.Besides, in a few hours her clothes would have a higher market price than Markwould himself.
Chuckling heartedly to herself, Jasmine moved back to her desk, placing hernicely toned back side on the front of it, using the visitors chair as a footstool.
?Oh, don't worry honey?? she continued, the hint of mirth still in her seductivevoice.
?I did you a few times as well if that makes you feel any better?
?Mmmrfgh!!? Mark muffled aggressively, the notion of being screwed by a woman,let alone a foreigner, injecting a short lived dose of energy into him. Energythat was wasted in a futile attempt at trying to insult her: it only succeededin helping Jasmine laugh, which she did.
?Darling, do not feel bad about your position?its quite common for rivalsto screw each other over? Miss.Hussan smirked, flashing a set of pearly whiteteeth at her corny antic.
A sudden BEEP broke the joy within the room, causing Jasmine to look overin the direction of her intercom and calmly press the speaker button.
?Yes??
?Miss.Hussan, the cleaners are here to clean your office during your boardmeeting? it was Jasmines secretary, Karen.
?Mmmrfhg!! Mmmmrgh!!?
Jasmine had to hand it to Mark, he had shown quite a lot of spirit. The lastmale that hung in his position ? of which there had been about, 53 ? didn'teven have the energy to weep, let alone attempt to get his muffled voice heardon a speaker phone in a desperate last attempt for help. However, his chancesof freedom now were nil, Jasmines secretary knew about the whole deal.
?Ah, thank you dear, send them in and tell Mr.Manle that Ill be right up inabout 10 minutes?
?Very well maam?
?Thank you dear?
Shutting off the intercom, Jasmine looked back at Mark, hanging from the centerof her office.
?Its not so bad being a sex slave?? She started up again, taking quite a lotof enjoyment in verbally prodding him, hoping for another futile outburst.Men were so sensitive when you began to damage their pride, and Mark was noexcuse.
?You would be surprised to know just how many lesbian cells out there youcould get sold to, each one dying to get its hands on another male for weeklong exhibitions??
Even from where she was, seating a good 2 meters away from her helpless captive,Jasmine could see the fear brewing in his eyes. Good, he should be scared.Jasmine had visited a few of the clubs he was likely to be sold to, and evenshe had cringed at times when watching what happened to the males on display.The ones where the cults were involved were the worst?being a male and gettingsold to one of those was a practical death sentence.
A knock on the door stopped Jasmine from continuing, breaking her out of herquick day dream.
?I wonder who that could be? She winked, using her hand as a mallet and slammingit against Marks purple balls as she strode past him. He was still groaningin agony when Jasmine opened the door, a pair of well built, athletic womendressed as janitors were waiting for her on the other side.
Smiling a welcome, Jasmine stood aside to allow the women to enter, pullingtheir cleaning trolley with them as Miss.Hussan quickly closed the door oncethey had entered.
?You remember these two ladies don't you?? Jasmine spoke, walking back infront of a now truly frightened Mark.
?I think you'll remember her?? She continued, pointing a finger at the tallblonde ??ramming a studded strap on into you, while she?? Jasmine motionedtowards the average sized brunette??.rammed one down your throat?. The indicationsof fear were evident in Marks eyes, as they widened at the sight of two ofthe 5 women who had robbed him of all dignity and self-respect the eveningbefore.
The blonde smiled wickedly as she reached into one of her pockets, pullingout a large wad of cash and handing it over to Jasmine, her eyes lighting upat the sight of money: her one true vice. Nodding her appreciation, Jasminesplit the large wad up, sliding a part each under her nice rounded breastsin her bra. Sighing sweetly as she brushed back her long, raven black hairand tied it into a pony tail, Jasmine headed towards the door, turning at thelast moment just to offer a last comment word.
?Nice doing business with you ladies?and, if you're going to have a bit offun again?? She added, noticing that the blonde was already fitting a strapon to her hips, the metal studs across the shaft gleaming with sinister intent. ??tryto keep it down. By the way, there is a cat-o-nine tails in my cupboard, justput it back once you're done with it. Oh, and try not to make too much of amess??
Moving out the door, and closing it behind her, Jasmine walked past her blonde,white secretary, the slave collar around her slender neck just peeking outfrom behind a ladies formal dress top. Well, maybe not all female sex slaveswere owned just by men?Jasmine had bought this little beauty a few months backwhen she had been employed by this company and the need for a secretary wasevident. Besides, shoving her slaves face between her legs during lunch breakson a daily basis was something to look forward to each day: plus the rim jobsshe gave were utterly fantastic.
?I informed Mr.Manle that you were coming right up Ma'am?? Karen told herowner, her blue eyes fixed on the lovely Middle Eastern woman who counted heramongst her possessions. She was rewarded with a smile, her owner arching herluscious chocolate colored lips. For Karen, that was enough.
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Having a place upon the board of directors for such a corporation as GenTechwas truly a stunning achievement for a woman, especially one of only 23 yearsof age. Ever since the governments of the world had collapsed under the strainof debt, corruption and lack of public faith, Corporations had been gobblingup all the power they could get as they took the place as law makers from thepreviously elected government. To assist profits, women had been deemed secondclass citizens, enabling them to be sold into slavery via influential peoplewho could capture them without attracting interest from law enforcement. Itwas a legal procedure which had doomed a generation of beautiful young femalesto a life of sexual servitude. For a woman to even have come this far in thecorporate game, especially a woman of Arabic decent, Jasmine was indeed eithera highly lucky or highly influential woman, probably both. The truth however,was Jasmines ambition and utter ruthlessness when dealing with competition.Those above her on the corporate hierarchy knew she played dirty, but so farno one had been able to catch her in the act. Some of the more sympatheticmales on the board ? certainly the older ones, those who remembered the daysof equality ? secretly congratulated her. Not only was she a stunningly attractiveyoung woman, testimony to the stereotypical ?Jewel of the Desert' Arabian female,but she was also a very intelligent young lady, clearly deserving of her success.Other men on the board however, that is 95% of them, would rather see her ona leash sucking cock and taking facials.
Sitting at the table end opposite the Company CEO, and current ?ruler' ofthe United States Mr.Manle, Jasmine felt a certain thrill each time she wasinvolved in board discussions. Not only did her mere presence annoy the menon the board, but she enjoyed the way a few sentences here could influencethousands of people across the country. There was also the pretty brunettehanging from her large tits in the corner, her mouth gagged as not to annoythe board members. Jasmine found looking at her delicious and groin moistening,but being here enabled her to potentially walk through the gate way to power.After all, that was why she had gotten into this business in the first place:she was a power hungry young woman. She didn't care how many men ? or women ? shehad to sell to lesbian, male sacrificing cults to get there, but one day, sheknew she'd be sitting in Mr.Manle's seat: men across the country serving theirfemale mistresses thanks to her ruling. Just the very thought of it got herluscious pussy wet, she'd be able to do whatever she wanted, all the militantpolice forces would be working for her anyway. Yes, one day?
?So it seems, in Mr.Conners recent resignation from this company??
Returning her thoughts to the present, taking her eyes away from the balloonlike purple tits of the hanging slave, Jasmine discovered she had to make themental and physical effort to restrain herself from smiling. Indeed, Mark Connerwas currently getting his ass pounded by a pair of strap on wearing women,a fate he undoubtedly deserved for standing in her way on the road to power.Thoughts like that continued to make her delicious pussy ooze juice.
??the position of Director of Scientific Development falls to Miss.Hussan?
Now, she allowed herself to smile sweetly, to the formal applause of the otherboard members, as hollow as it was.
?Thank you Mr.Manle? She spoke.
?I am sure you will be pleased with my control of the department.? Jasminecontinued.
?I am sure I will?? Even though she sat on the other end of the table, a good10 meters away, Jasmine could detect the hint of regret in his words. One dayhe would regret it.
?Is there any other business to discuss?? Mr.Manle asked, looking at the facesof the fellow board members.
The silence was the only answer he needed.
?Good, then, if you would kindly turn your attention to this, lovely younglady??
Mr.Manle turned in his seat to face the woman in the corner, or rather, theslave, hanging from the roof by her large tits. Her lovely round melons wereballoon like, having turned purple in supporting the entire woman's weight.But to Jasmines sexually active mind: they looked delicious. What she wouldn'tgive to be able to just lay into them with a whip of some sort, just to hearthe bitch squeal.
?She has been on the receiving end of a few of our new toys?? Mr.Manle continued,reaching into his jacket and bringing out a long, rod like object.
?While not original, this new little device is designed to keep women in line.However, during testing we also discovered that on lower settings, it alsodoubles as an efficient replacement for a whip?but as you can imagine, nothingbeats watching a woman whipped the good old fashioned way? He joked, the restof the board members joining him with chuckles and nods of agreement. Jasminestayed silent, though in her mind she was definitely agreeing.
?Miss.Hussan?being the newest Director in the company, I thought you wouldlike to demonstrate this new little toy for us??
A little taken back, but her pussy tensing with enjoyment, Jasmine offereda small innocent smile. ?Are, you sure you would not rather one of the membersof the board demonstrate sir?? She was loathed to call him Sir, but the factit would only be for so long kept her content.
?Are you not happy with my generosity?? Mr.Manle asked, typically trying tocatch her out at every opportunity.
?Not at all?? Jasmine smiled, picking herself up and heading over towardshim. As she walked, she could feel the eyes of the other board members on her,knowing how much they'd rather see her in the slave's painful position: bound,gagged and hanging from the roof by her tits.
Reaching Mr.Manle, she held out her arm, her perfect light brown skin a testimonyto the potential of female beauty. Placing the rod in her hand, Mr.Manle feltno reason not to explain.
?Its rather unoriginal, however, electric weapons are only just recently allowedto be purchased by the public, so we thought we'd update the models to makethem less?female friendly?
The operation of the device was fairly simple: set the voltage, then pressthe button to make the woman squeal. Jasmine allowed herself a slight smile,she'd have to buy one of these for herself to give her own slave, Karen, abit of a shock.
Taking a few steps towards the dangling slave in the corner, Jasmine allowedher eyes to connect with that of the woman's. She could see pleading, a beggingalmost. Begging for mercy, hoping that another woman would share her pains,and at least buy her to set her free.
Smiling a cruel smile, Jasmine only felt a rush of power surge through her,starting with her now saturated pussy. ?Not today bitch?' she thought, beforesetting the voltage to a medium level, pressing the end against the bloated,purple tit of the slave and pressing the button.
Jasmine heard the electrical ZAP from where she was, feeling the current surgethrough the rod and into the woman's tit-flesh. The slave screamed with pain,her agonizing shriek muffled deliciously by the gag in her mouth, yet her squealingdidn't stop when Jasmine took her thumb of the button.
?It has been modified to recognize a female victim?? Mr.Manle explained, takinggreat delight in watching the slave writhe and squealing like a pig in agony. ??itreleases a special electricity when it does, a current that stays in the bodyfor seconds after the taser has been turned off. Surely enough, after he wasfinished talking, the slave's struggles died down, but her panting remained.
A wicked grin crossing her pretty face, Jasmine stuck the end of the rod againsther tit once more, pressing the button again. The helpless slave squeal andthrashed again, suffering the electrical current through her tasty love-moundas the board members looked on with a smile, plenty of stiffening dicks beginningto make their presence felt to their owners.
10 seconds after she started, Jasmine finally showed mercy and took the taseraway from the slaves boob, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter at thesight of the now crying slave.
?Mr.Manle?? Jasmine spoke, turning to face her more than impressed CEO. ??couldthis possibly kill a woman? If it was pressed against her for to long??
The CEO chuckled ?A dead female isn't of much use is she? The device usesa complex sensory apparatus to monitor the victims bio-sighs, it switches itselfoff before to much indeed becomes to much and the victim dies. Generally ona medium setting they survive for about, 10 minutes or so?
?Is that so??
Jasmine thought to herself, thinking of a way to use this woman's agony tomake herself appear somewhat better in the eyes of the board members. Any prestigeshe could gain would be good prestige, no matter who had to suffer, just aslong as it wasn't herself.
?Sir do you have any tape on you at all??
Looking a bit confused, Mr.Manle decided to go along with it, reaching intohis brief case and taking out a small tube, no bigger than a glue stick.
?Thank you sir...? Jasmine said, taking the tape stick and getting to work.
Putting the rod against the woamn's thigh, Jasmine grinned wickedly as sheapplied the tape-stick, securing the rod in place, its end pressed right againstthe woman's clit.
?Now now, that is a bit vicious?? Mr.Manle said, but when Jasmine turned toface him, she could easily see the hint of amusement across his face: and thefaces of the other board members. Looking up however, she saw nothing but terrorand pleading in the slaves wide blue eyes.
??please do continue? Mr.Manle said finally, chuckling.
?Sucks to be you?' Jasmine thought about the slave, then used the tape stickto turn the device on.
Standing back, Jasmine could only smile at the sight of the trashing woman:her screams of anguish muffled by the hog gag in her mouth. She'd be like thatfor 10 minutes at least, the most sensitive area of her body being electrocutedto gain another woman just a small measure of prestige. Miss.Hussan thoughtit was worth it though, and that was the main thing.
Turning around to see the nodding and smiling approval of the board members,Jasmine returned to her seat, leaving the fellow woman behind her in the throesof agony. Sitting down, Jasmine breathed in sharply, feeling juice all alongher inner thigh: she was definitely one aroused woman!
?Excellent display Miss.Hussan, I can tell you will be an enjoyable additionto this board? Mr.Manle spoke, the muffled screams of the woman still in theback ground.
?Thank you sir.?
?And that concludes today's meeting people, excellent work as always. Forthose of you wishing to stay for obvious reasons, you are more than welcometo. But, until our next meeting, good day?
Rising from her seat, as did many of the others ? most of them however movingto stand around the hanging slave, smiling and pulling out their erect dicksfor some fun with her after ? Jasmine quickly headed off: the burning desirebetween her legs heralding the use of her slave girl's expertise.
5 minutes later, Jasmine was sitting in her chair, business skirt up aroundher hips, her legs open and over either arm rest, as Karen was on her knee'sin front of her owner, her face buried in Jasmines luscious chocolate coloredcunt: pussy juice splashed all over Karens face as Jasmine held the back ofher head, pushing her head forward and back so her tongue went in and out ofJasmines tight little rosebud. ?Mmmm, that's right, lick my asshole you dirtylittle penny-a-screw whore?
As ruthless as it maybe, Jasmine's climb up the corporate ladder was takingplace.
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