Message-ID: <17631eli$9811300427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: zawackyj_1@hotmail.com (Zawackyj Zabum) Subject: {ZAWACKYJ ZABUM} "DEMOTED INTO DEPRAVITY" (M+/F nc Mdom bd-sm) [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: zawackyj_1@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3662f147.93444781@news.bigpond.com> DANGER! GROWN-UPS AT PLAY! ********************************************* (Quick intro/disclaimer) This story is published here on Usenet on the understanding that THIS IS NOT THE REAL WORLD! It's a great place for people with my kind of malady - Erotoscribblemania. This is to say I have a writing fetish. I love to write stories. The kind of stories I love to write most are sexual fantasy adventures which are purely for my own mental stimulation and the enjoyment of anybody old enough to be allowed to read them. Most societies I know of believe people under the age of 18 shouldn't be allowed to read the kind of things written in this forum, and I'm not going to argue otherwise. But I would like to stress to anybody old enough to be reading that what you are about to read is strictly fiction and merely an outpouring, usually unedited, of the bizarre fantasy world which exists only in my mind. None of the characters, places, events or anything else is real - I made it all up. Some of the concepts here would be illegal if you were to attempt to imitate in real life what you read. If you are stupid enough to do that, you only have yourself to blame and I will not accept any responsibility. That said, read on and enjoy. If you feel so inclined, email your comments to Zawackyj_1@hotmail.com ***************************************************************************** Demoted Into Depravity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright © 1998 by Zawackyj Zabum/All Rights Reserved 'Bondage is a strange and thrilling experience, Angela! That girl in the photo was once just like you...shy...modest...sweetly polite. She was born to serve! It gives her pleasure...profoundly deep satisfaction. She denied this for a long time but in the end she had to let the truth come out. It was just a matter of finding the right person to trust with her secret. You can trust me, Angela...I know what you're thinking. I know everything about how you think...I've seen it hundreds of times in girls just like you...' Angela was mesmerized by Shane's perverse lecture. She'd heard parts of it before from the time she began working for him, but now it all seemed to make some kind of surreal sense. There was no denying that she DID have unusual dreams and fantasies but she was confused by them. For the first time in her young life, Angela felt she was listening to somebody who could see right through the sweetly innocent facade she wore, and this alarmed her, though it also aroused her in the strangest possible way. 'Have a look at her, Angela. It's like a snapshot of your thoughts. I know it is...don't deny it. Right now, you're wishing that was you in the photograph...stripped naked and vulnerable, shackled and spread helpless at the mercy of a strong, powerful master...' Angela felt her stomach twist into a guilty knot. She shivered with a rash of goosebumps, blushing as her mind reeled with confusion. It was as if her boss was brainwashing her but she couldn't do or say anything to stop him. She wanted to make some kind of feeble joke like she usually did to change the subject, but the words just wouldn't form in her mouth. Shane was moving close to her, talking calmly in a soothing, hypnotic tone which started to alarm Angela. Her hands trembled as she gawked at the image of the woman in the photo, her own clit throbbing in sympathy with the sensations she imagined the anonymous woman to be having. Never before would she have allowed somebody like Shane to touch her, especially in somewhere as public as his office, but it was as if he'd somehow invaded her conscience and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't evict him or prevent him from trapping her emotions. 'We've talked about this for long enough, Angela...it's time you faced the truth and followed your feelings. You don't have to do anything special...I'll teach you all you need to know, and you do need to be taught. You're never going to be completely happy unless you give in to me...it's what you need to do...admit it...' Angela just stood there facing Shane's desk. His hot breath on the back of her neck warmed her and almost relaxed her enough to feel comfortable with his hands roaming over her hips. It was a weird seduction. He'd done it without even touching her and now it seemed like no ceremony was necessary to get her undressed. She felt a perverse urgency, secretly wanting him to simply tear the clothes from her body. Not to sensuously disrobe her, but to quickly and roughly strip her naked while she was feeling most vulnerable and powerless. It was like a hazy, erotic dream to the timid young blonde. Her modest dress-style had always been like a false shield which nobody had ever challenged, hiding the real Angela from the world. She knew that now as Shane's fingers grappled with the zipper of her skirt. He peeled it open with the ease of a sword slicing butter, Angela demurely accepting the defeat of her sensibilities and doing nothing to resist his conquering of her. Her skirt dropping to the floor around her ankles made her think of a flag falling for some reason, and it signalled the charge of Shane's mental army. Angela became completely oblivious to the sound of the world going about it's business outside of Shane's office. She was unsure of whether he'd locked the door, but it nolonger mattered when he hooked his fingers into the flimsy elastic of her undies and tugged them firmly to her ankles. Her eyes became unfocussed on the photo in her hand, her soft blue eyes lolling deliriously as Shane started wrestling her blouse up over her head. A moment later it was trapped over her head and she felt him grappling with her bra, unhitching it and pulling at it until she almost lost her balance. The blouse needed to be unbuttoned before Angela could remove it and she stumbled blindly for a minute, tripping out of her undies and sitting her bare buttocks against Shane's desk as she wriggled and squirmed in her tangled blouse. Angela hadn't wanted to help him strip her, but it had become necessary, and she dropped the photo while she fought the blouse and slackened bra off her arms. Shane was standing in front of her smirking and grinning wildly when she finally shed her blouse. His expression confused her and he was holding out his hand to accept her discarded clothes. Angela meekly handed them to him and then blushed, realizing she was completely naked except for her shoes and that Shane was ogling her, gawking at her pert breasts and bushy pubic mound which were completely exposed. 'Yes,' said Shane, his dark eyes flashing deviously. 'I think you're ready to start learning a few lessons.' Angela felt alarmed by the sudden menacing tone of his voice and immediately covered her nude body defensively. 'What lessons?' she mumbled, feeling acutely aware of her nakedness when she asked. 'You'll see...get dressed!' Angela felt confused and stunned. She caught her clothes, which he'd thrown back at her, but saw that he intended keeping her underwear. She felt crushed with foolishness, as if she'd just been tricked into doing something totally embarrassing and the hasty attempts to get back into her skirt and blouse only served to accentuate her humiliation. 'From now on...no underwear!' Shane said, picking up a large pair of scissors to slice her lacy underwear to shreads. 'Um...what are you doing?' Angela gasped, her eyes nearly popping out as she watched the expensive lace being quickly reduced to ribbons. She continued straightening her clothes, anxiously pressing the creases back into her pleated skirt when the room filled with the sound of knocking at the door. 'Come in...' Shane called, not waiting to check whether his blushing, dazed secretary was ready or not. 'That'll be all Angela...go back to your desk...' The red-faced young blonde's face was frozen in an expression of dumbstruck confusion and she avoided the puzzled stare of Shane's partner Karl as she walked briskly from the office. She was desperate to get to the bathroom at the end of the hall and take a few moments to regain her composure, but Karl's voice stopped her in her tracks. 'Angela...I want you to come back to the warehouse with me in a minute...' Karl said in his usual, gruff tutonic tone. 'Wait there...I won't be a minute.' The timid blonde felt her world collapsing around her as she stood impatiently just outside the office door. None of the other girls in the outer office seemed aware of what had just happened and nor did Karl. But there was something suspicious about the way he'd asked her to accompany him. The warehouse for Shane and Karl's shipping business was in the outer suburbs and none of the city office girls ever went there. It was sort of like a Coventry place where the city secretaries were sent when their work performance was in question and none ever returned. Nobody ever spoke about the place, but Angela sensed something foreboding. 'Are you ready?' Karl said, startling Angela when he unexpectedly appeared behind her. 'Um...yes...' she stuttered. 'I'll just get my handbag...' The draft of the noisy ventilation system in the underground carpark seemed to blow straight up under Angela's clothes, reminding her that she was without her underwear. Even though her blouse was modest, her bare breasts jiggled provocatively as she walked beside Karl. His sideways glances at her, which she pretended not to notice, surely noticed the embarrassing bounce of her unrestrained breasts and this made the young blonde feel like dying with shame. She knew what men thought of girls who went braless and she wanted to explain that she wasn't the kind of girl he probably thought because of it. But obviously this was not an option. Karl was the senior partner in the firm and his brand new Mercedes richly displayed this. Angela smiled faintly and thanked Karl when he held open the passenger's door for her, but she felt her skin crawl a bit when he seemed to pay her breasts more than gentlemanly interest as she sat. The seatbelt strapped tightly over her chest accentualed the smooth, unholstered shape of her breasts and, to Angela's increasing unease, Karl clearly noticed this. Nothing was said as he drove up and around the ramps leading to the exit. It wasn't until he finally navigated his way back out into the throng of busy, mid-afternoon traffic that Karl spoke. 'Do you like working for PDL Transport?' he asked. 'Yes...' Angela replied, trying to ignore the feelings of nakedness she felt under her clothes. 'How long have you been with us now?' 'It will be two years November...I joined straight after university,' Angela said, relaxing slightly at the informality. 'University!' Karl said, sounding surprised. 'Do you have to go to university these days to be a secretary, eh?' Angela felt a little insulted by the remark but didn't show it. 'I studied for an Arts Degree...languages actually...but I didn't know what to do when I finished...' 'What...so you thought you'd be a secretary until you made up your mind?' 'I didn't mean it like that!' Angela quickly apologized, realizing she sounded like she was complaining about her job. 'No...I love working as a secretary...' 'Shane says you're a very competent one...he told me so!' Karl had a moment to stare and smile at her as he waited for the traffic lights to change color from red to green. 'That's nice of him...' Angela blushed, not knowing how to receive the compliment properly in light of what Shane had just done to her. 'Yes...he say's you're a very clever young lady...that you'll go places in this firm...' 'He does?' Angela contained her surprise enough not to sound totally incredulous. 'Well...yes...I really enjoy working for him...he's a good boss.' The lights changed and Karl moved with the flow of traffic, not speaking again until he turned onto the freeway. 'Enjoy working for him...that's good...' Karl chuckled softly. 'Yes...he told me you're a good worker. Very co-operative. I like having an obedient staff.' Angela felt a sudden rush of guilty panic at the way he said it. She knew he was hinting at something and it filled her with dread. The car sped along the freeway, Angela staring out through the tinted glass at the quickly passing urban scenery. Again, there was a long silence. 'Shane can be a bit strange at times, though,' Karl said flatly. Angela's attention was immediately caught. 'What do you mean?' she asked nervously. 'You know!' Karl laughed heartily, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. 'You know...strange...unusual...' 'I'm sorry Mr van Hauer...I'm not sure I know what you mean...' the timid blonde tried to keep her nervous voice settled as she spoke. 'That's good...' Karl said, sounding pleased with her response. 'I beg you're pardon?' Angela relaxed slightly. 'You're discreet...I like that!' Angela felt her heart jump to her mouth when he winked and grinned at her. She was immediately convinced he knew what had just happened, but still there was no way of knowing for certain without running the risk of making a complete fool of herself. 'If you mean...' 'I mean you value privacy...and honesty...' Karl was still avoiding the point. 'Yes...honesty is a virtue!' Angela kicked herself for rattling off the cliche. 'A virtue...' Karl laughed a little. 'That's a charming way of putting it, Angela.' Angela sheepishly returned his smile. 'But it's not strictly a virtue, you know?' The smile on Angela's innocent face quickly changed to a frown and she squirmed discreetly in her seat. 'No...there are seven virtues and honesty in not one of them...' Karl sounded an authority on the matter. 'Faith is a virtue...having faith that honesty will be rewarded...you could say it's related that way...' Angela felt uncomfortable with the discussion. She tried to look attentatively at him but was afraid to make eye contact. 'So when I said you valued discretion, I meant it's a two way street. If you can be discreet...I can be discreet...' Angela couldn't bring herself to ask him what he meant, but she was forced to. 'Put your hand in my pocket...' Karl winked at her, nodding to the hip pocket of his jacket. 'Go on...it won't bite!' The young blonde felt extremely reluctant to comply, instinctively knowing there would be some kind of unpleasant surprise in store for her. But she cautiously reached over and slipped her hand into his pocket, feeling around inside it and pulling out a handful of cloth strips that made her gasp with fright. He had the remains of her underwear in his pocket and her reaction of dread made the wicked old man laugh out loud. 'What's the matter, Angela? You look like you've seen a ghost!' he teased. 'I didn't believe it...Shane said it was yours!' Angela dropped the handful of shredded lace and rushed to put her hand over her shocked mouth. He'd tricked her and she'd fallen into his trap. There'd be no way of denying that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. He'd already noticed the absence of her bra and it would be impossible now to convince him she had anything on under her skirt. For the second time in one day, Angela felt the burning rash of deep humiliation. 'Relax Angela! You can trust me...' Karl said as he headed off the freeway and turned into the driveway of his warehouse. Angela knew his words were hollow. Seeing the dark-haired woman from the photo sitting behind the reception desk of his warehouse office had a more unsettling effect on her. The image of the woman, completely naked on the wire bed, arms and legs outstretched and shackled came flooding back to the frightened young secretary's mind. She remembered the leather-jacketed man's arm holding some kind of brown stick and probing her defenselessly exposed slit. It was as if the image had been branded on Angela's memory. 'Virginia...this is Amgela,' Karl said, smirking at the trembling young girl he'd brought to the office. 'She's a pretty one...is this her first time?' the dark haired woman's husky voice made her sound thoroughly evil to Angela. 'I'm going to enjoy having her around...' 'Virginia likes to welcome all the new girls...she's very special to this firm!' Karl suddenly lifted the front of Angela's modest skirt. Angela buckled over, shrieking loudly and frantically trying to push the old man's hands away. But it was too late. He'd already exposed the embarrassing truth of her missing underwear and, after a short struggle with both Karl and Virginia, the timid blonde found herself completely naked. 'Please...' Angela whimpered, trying to hide herself with her small hands as Virginia wrestled the shoes from her feet. 'I don't understand what's going on...' 'What's there to understand? You've been promoted out of the secretary pool to something much more highly regarded in this company!' Karl grumbled as he fought to pull the frantically struggling blonde's arms behind her back. Angela couldn't see how he could call it a promotion. She'd just been completely humiliated by both of them and, from what she could tell, it was just the beginning. 'What do you mean...highly regarded?' 'You ask too many questions, Angela!' Virginia said, roughly pressing a red rubber ball into her open mouth and strapping it tightly in place to gag her. Angela's mouth filled with saliva and she clamped her jaws on the rubber ball, desperately trying to scream but not being to raise the necessary noise she was after. The gag was terrifyingly effective, preventing any of the hysterical protests she attempted. A moment later and she felt her wrists being cuffed with thick, black leather straps which were shackled together behind her back. In less than a minute, Angela found herself standing totally nude, hands unable to hide her lewdly exposed nakedness and her ankles manacled with leather bracelets that were surely intended for some bizarre imprisonment. 'Feels good, doesn't it Angela?' Virginia smirked deviously as she cupped her warm hands around the naked blonde's unprotected breasts and began pinching at her swelling nipples. Angela shook her head vigorously in denial. 'Yes it does...you can't lie to me!' Angela gasped, biting down hard on the rubber gag as the middle-aged woman painfully twisted her tender nipples. She tripped and stumbled as the woman unexpectedly began dragging her by the nipples from the office into the cavernous interior of the warehouse. 'I'll take over from here, Karl,' Virginia laughed, dragging the horrified young blonde away from him. 'We'll see you in a minute inside...' The sight of a group of workmen gawking excitedly at her almost made Angela faint. It was only Virginia's painful grip on her stretched, tortured nipples that kept her on her feet, though the men quickly gathered around and grabbed hold of her to carry her to the far end of the warehouse floor. The terrified young secretary was practically in tears, twisting and struggling helplessly as the leather cuffs around her ankles were hitched to chains hanging from a winch above. The blood rushed to her head as the electric motor powering it whirred into life, dragging her widely spread feet towards the ceiling until her head was able to be lowered without touching the concrete floor. When the men finally released her, Angela struggled violently, but this merely made her swing around on the end of the chains making her more dizzy. A minute or so later she gave up, trying to focus her tear filled eyes on the upside-down view of the group of wild-eyed onlookers. It was the most degrading, humiliating moment of her entire life and, judging by the sinister looking riding crop in Virginia's hand, it looked set to get even worse. 'Hurry up Karl!' Virginia called loudly, her angry sounding voice resounding in the warehouse. 'Tell him to hurry up, Angela!' The terrified blonde screamed silently through the gag as her bare, defenseless fleshy buttocks was suddenly stung sharply with the crop. She arched her back, struggling frantically to avoid the shower of painful lashes which began raining on her backside. The sadistic woman's taunts for her to call Karl had her sobbing dry tears of helplessness, unable to call for the perverted old man or stop the agonizing lashes to her bottom. The men standing around watching were goggle-eyed with perverse excitement as they watched the defenseless, naked blonde being thrashed mercilessly by Virginia. Angela could no longer see them through her tear filled eyes, but she could feel their presense closing in around her and the sound of their voices crudely describing their delight at the kinky spectacle she provided. Karl's accented voice eventually broke over the animated noise of the workers and Virginia stopped whipping her, leaving her to hang trembling and shaking with terrified agony. 'This is where the fun part begins, Angela,' Karl said, leaning down to talk directly into her tear streaked face. 'You will be working here from now on...Virginia will be your boss, but any of these men will also be able to tell you what to do. You are to do whatever they ask...without question. Is that understood?' Angela hung limply in her restraints, her head fogged with confusion and not knowing what he was talking about. Still, she eventually nodded agreeably and, as her 'reward', was forced to watch helplessly as each man in turn lined up to lash her defenseless slit with their tongues. It only took a second of the first man's energetic sucking and slurping on her clit to realize that the bizarre, humiliating abuse had made her clit hard and throbbing with surreal delight. The men were only allowed a minute or two each to 'introduce themselves', as Virginia had joked, and each man's approach was surprisingly different. All the while this was going on, Angela first sensed then felt something happening behind her. The feeling of something smooth and cold slipping into the crater of her anus filled her with dread, but she couldn't concentrate beyond the perverse arousal being stirred by the procession of tongues on her clit. She realized Karl was about to penetrate her puckered anus with something, but the spasming muscles of her crotch made resistance futile and, before she could flex her buttocks defensively, her ring slipped tautly around a film, slippery dildo. Angela arched her back, stretching and curling her toes as the blinding daze of an orgasm suddenly enveloped her. She moaned through the gag as the shaft slowly impaled her back passage, each burrowing inch of it setting off the tingling sensation of shitting until her who bowel felt packed and solid. She couldn't think straight as the last of the men roughly nuzzled and slurped noisily on her throbing clit. Their half unshaven whiskers irritated the sensitive, unfurled channel of her slit which, Angela felt sure, yawned obscenely open for all to see. It was a long time after Angela was released before she could think clearly about what had transpired that afternoon. Her ring felt stretched and damaged for many hours afterwards but the worst was in her mind. The experience had liberated the timid, demure young blonde in some way she couldn't explain and the next morning she found herself standing naked in front of Virginia's desk waiting excitedly for the new day's instructions. Her life as a sex slave had begun. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----