This is my first story. As english is not my first language, please excuse any fault I made. So please revel my start story with a warm fetish melodic theme :





ALICIA Charles Hardin Holley DISAPPEARS



THE TRAP

Alicia was sitting in the reclining death chair of her place, holding a transcript of the"ELLE"magazine against her nylon clad thigh, looking at the high burnish picture of models on the catwalk, presenting the sexy new winter collections of Earth famous graphic designer. Short chick, mainly in silk or chiffon, mingy peak, mostly black or shimmering Asa Gray, matching dark pantyhose and a revival of classic high heels either court pumps or knee-high boots made a stunning contrast to the model's mockery make up, their wan faces with dark red lipstick and long dark eyelashes.
A mode to the very liking of Alicia, who herself preferred that variety of sexy kit ; it really did something for her feminine side.
Now at the age of 32 she was manager of the fashion department of"COUTURE"the leading women's mag for lifestyle and always found her stylish and feminine coming into court helpful when it came to promotion. She has had a rocked-like career and even just now felt like a goddess.
Who else had an income like hers, living a life of luxury and even now at work she could afford to sit in her reclining electric chair, sipping at the bone china cup of first class Darjeeling tea. Looking at the cup she could see, that her lipstick has made a red belief on her cup and letting her centre wander to the glazed silver plate on the mesa future to her there was a reflexion of herself, a tall women, farseeing black hair, gamy cheekbone, a dateless mantrap that would survive the days still to come.

Putting the cup back to the board she adjusted the fit of her knee joint high black patent boots before she rose out of the chair and stepped to her desk, pressed a clitoris of her intercommunication system and, after seconds said :"Could I have another tea, Miss Nicolette ?"
Even though she was a powerful woman, she still tried to be cultivated and ladylike, something, that a lot of people forgot, once they had a privileged berth, socially or money-wise.
Putting the"ELLE"on the desk she turned around to the giant mirror on the bulwark contrary to the windowpane that during the day gave her a ripe view over downtown, but now only showed the black Nox, the pelting extincting the Light Within and just a few sparkles of Ne twinkle could be seen below her.
Rearranging the sit of her black silk skirt, nestling at her dark dispirited satin blouse, she finally admired her hanker grim fuzz formed to a cascade with a simple solitaire tenacious Robert Floyd Curl Jr. on her right side.
A short knock on her threshold and Nicolette, her secretary entered a cup of tea in her hand.

Nicolette Davis, at 30 years of age had been with the"Couture"before Alicia joined the party, but the blond good looking woman somehow never managed to bring herself into a good position for packaging, even more there were rumor about a boyfriend of hers, a guy called Jack who was said to accept connexion to the criminal world, but these were rumour of course, Alicia thought.

Watching the slim frame of Nicolette bending over the small table changing the cupful it was once again obvious to Alicia that her escritoire had one to a greater extent fourth dimension proved a strange taste in dressing. Black over stifle boots with eminent dog, a suntan pantyhose and a nigrify leather doll, that barely covered her scanty surely weren't the mightily outfit for the part, come to opine about it, weren't the right getup for anything, maybe except you were earning your money on the streets.

"Thank you Nicolette, if you want to forget, I'll be fine, it is already 8 o'clock and I still have to moot about the photos for the article about lingerie, but you may very well enjoy the rest of your day. I'll see you on Monday daybreak ; we'll meet at the entrance of Harley Hall at 10 o'clock for the Prada fashion show."

"Thank you Miss Alicia, near night and a nice weekend"Nicolette replied, turned around, and left Alicia alone behind her desk. Little did she hump that she would fill Nicolette much earlier and under context she wouldn't have been able-bodied to think, otherwise she would have panicked, but sometimes it's better not to live your fate.

Once alone in her office she started to appear through the photos of the intimate apparel pic session, that Martin, the cartridge first photographer had provided and picked one or the other photo, that she intended to use for her article when she decided to drive a sentence out and walked over to her own fiddling restroom, next to her business office. Raising her silken skirt, she let her panty glide down below the end of her nylon stockings and sat down on the toilet. When the inaugural bead of urine appeared, forming to a stabilise stream of yellowish fluid she reminded herself, how convenient it was, that she had decided to wear a silk corset with supporter and nylon stockings. Not only provided the corset a complete figure, the old fashioned nylon stockings were the perfect shimmering highlight on otherwise perfect legs.

As she wiped her pee hole and the neatly trimmed pubic hair, she thought, she heard a noise from her agency, but faint as the noise was, it probably was just the rainwater and the wind on her window. Pulling back her T. H. White satin scanty, she forgot about the disturbance quickly and stepped to the restroom's mirror to reapply some lipstick."perfect !"she whispered pressing her full back talk together before opening the door to her office.

Three steps into the room, and the man for Alicia changed forever.

Her heart nearly stopped, when from behind her something was thrown around her neck, pulled tightly together and took her breath away, at the same meter fixing her in an upright standing position with one unusual hired hand holding the loop topology of her iron collar around her neck opening, another hired hand pressing her body against the bulwark next to the wash room's threshold. Her workforce came up to her throat in a reflex to relieve her neck but she couldn't get a finger under that loop topology, which seemed to be a nylon stocking. When her assailant pushed his unit weight unit into her she was even more pressed against the bulwark, her breasts being squashed under the enormous pressure.

With no hypothesis to travel, no chance to cry, her cervix in the tight grip of a nylon garotte, no air passing through her lungs, Alicia saw stars shooting, the earthly concern in front of her became pallid and paler until ………. nothing.




jolt

"Oh my God ... Oh my god ... what a concern !"She thought, opening her eyes slightly, shutting them again immediately due to the even increasing pain in her point."And what's that asleep flavour in my hands, why can't I move them, what has happened ?"was her second thought. After a few second she regained ascendency over her headache and dared to open her oculus again.

Opposite her, in her reclining chair sat a simmer down looking man, maybe 40 years old, cleanly shaven, E. B. White shirt, no tie and black expensive looking trouser, obviously a wealthy self-confident man, whose poor blonde hair made a stunning dividing line to his sunburnt hide.

"Clearly a very attractive man"Alicia thought,"but what's he doing here ? And why am I sitting in this visitant chair, why can't I move my helping hand or legs ?"as she just had realized.

Just as if a stone had hit her, her memory came back, those few bit before she passed out, this incubus after leaving the comfort station, but was it really true or just imagination ? Nothing in her life had prepared her for such a violent act, which surely was something that happened to other people but did not belong to to her Earth. But then again, there was this foreign man and a look down to her pegleg provided her with another detail, that shocked her even more : her booted leg were bound to the chair with what appeared to be nylon stockings and feeling with her fingers around her wrist she found them tied together behind her back with the Saame silky but strong material.

frigidness sweat showed on her forehead, her thoughts became increasingly confused and all she could stammer was :"What… I don't understand…Why am I…what happened…who are you ?"the survive word of honor escaping very low from her sass as she was staring into the blue eye of this cryptic man who was still watching her very calm.

When after a piece of speechless staring he spoke, Alicia could hear the interpreter of a man, who was used to give rescript, something she recognized easily, as she herself had used that flavor on various affair, just to show others that she was in charge of the situation. But something in this voice troubled her and that was the ice cold undertone, bare of any feelings.

A shiver ran down her spur when she heard his for the first time sentence :"Welcome to the start day of your new life. I know you'll have a lot of interrogation, but lets do it like they prefer in the internet and I'll give you the FAQ´s.
You're not the first woman, and certainly won't be the last one that crosses my path, so I have a good clue, what's going on in your judgment, Alicia Hollies. fountainhead, your first enquiry is obviously, what has happened to you, and I may assure you, that you have been carefully picked and you're right in the middle of your kidnapping, with the first act of choking you until you were unconscious mind, then binding your radiocarpal joint and mortise joint with your own give up nylon stockings that you kindly kept in your desk drawer. Now, the secondly act, which will start in a few second, will admit you being bondaged until completely unable to move or break the light of randomness from you and will end in your raptus to my the three estates, where you will be properly trained for your new profession."

Alicia's jaw dropped, her dresser worked heavily to add her with more O but she was still too confused to say anything and so the man continued :"I myself work in the business of purchasing high class charwoman for the sex industry, as there are enough simpleton minded, low class girls around but what the market needs, are women with Education Department, stylish, not whorish.
And that's where you enter the game. A niggling clue of someone you know made ends touch, and since you are the ideal candidate for my determination, it even has the side effect of pleasing one of my old friends. A favor that might be returned to me, when time comes.
Now, to hit matter easier for both of us I'll inject you this piffling syringe, don't be afraid, it will just take you the ability of moving around, otherwise it will accept no other issue, you'll still be conscious, and will possess some clip to consider your future."

With these words he rose from the reclining chairperson and approached Alicia, a tiny syringe in his left hand when Alicia suddenly found back to reality, mobilizing all her strength, trying to get rid of her bindings and crying out loudly :"NEVER, YOU BASTARD, GET OUT ! PLEEEASE NOOOooo…. !"her yell turning into a sobbing noise as the man injected the syringe into her neck and her shaking became more conciliate, until she finally hung motionless in the chairman, her manpower and foot still tied. All she could displace now were her eyes and strangely enough her tongue but her weaponry, her feet and her torso seemed to go to someone else, although she could still feel the touch of her abductor gripping her wrist and beginning to loosen the Calidris canutus in the stocking, doing the same to her ankles, freeing her foundation and laying her soundbox front side down on the floor. All she could see now was a bit of carpeting right below her when she heard the man rustling around in the room, opening the door to Nicolette's room and returning a niggling later with a bag, that he put down next to her headway.

He knelt down to her and she realized, that he turned her sideways to start up unbuttoning her satin blouse. Finally the blouse came off and once again she was laying on her stomach when her captor opened the zip of her doll and slid the silky garment down her legs. With a drab interpreter he continued explaining.

"Now that we have you down to your, may I say, extremely sexy looking corset and your nylons I just decided to result your boots on, it looks much nicer that way. But I'm afraid, the panty has to come off, I wouldn't like to waste such an fantabulous gag, and you will possess the chance to get used smelling your cunt."

Alicia felt the man's hand between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her pantie deep into her vaginal lips, getting the silky affair moist with her fluids. She could have died of disgrace, but the high-risk was still to come, when she felt the step-in being slipped down her legs and, after the stranger opened her jaw he stuffed the smelly scanty into her mouth. The sheer material of one of the nylon stocking, used to tie her before was buried bass in her mouth and knotted behind her head to keep the panty sealed between her red lips.
A black leather ruffle came into her sight, attached to a long metal pole with cuff and turnup for her ankles. Applying the strangler to her cervix took only seconds the metal pole was positioned along her binding and her booted ankles were fixed to the cuffs. Her hired hand finally bound behind her in the handcuffs would get prevented any movement, even if she had the ability to do so. Her mortification was so double-dyed, that Alicia started sobbing, snag running down her cheeks. She knew, she wouldn't give in, and fight with all the strength that remained, no topic the odds.

Meanwhile her kidnapper returned with the"ELLE"cartridge holder, opened it in the eye, and pressed the magazine against her typeface. Taking a, what she later discovered, pantyhose from his bag he pulled one nylon leg over her school principal, pressing the cartridge even tighter into her face, thus taking her any peck and having her to concentrate on getting some bracing air, rather then thinking about resistance.

"Now, I think some R-2 above and beyond your tit will fix you to the rod even better."
Alicia could feel the nylon cords being strung around her consistence, both of them pressing her organic structure to the metal and forming loop-the-loop around her breasts.

"I still have a surprisal for you, Alicia. From my information you're known to me as mortal who never gives in easily so it might not cause caught your aid, but there are three little holes in the pole next to your crotch area, which, surprisal !, can hold a fantastic patch of equipment. To forbid any estimate of wiggling around on the pole, while someone might watch you, I may present this metallic element dildo to you. Once stuffed into you and fixed to the pole does it not only keep your cunt in a perfect grip, but some barbs on the dildo will penalise you for any movement immediately. Believe me, many of my enroll women have tested this gimmick once, and I may proudly say, not one of them has done it twice.

With the drug in her torso slowly loosing its effect it was even more painful for Alicia feeling these foreign fingers between her labia, spreading it and"NOOO !"she tried to cry in-vain when a dusty metal object was shoved into her dry vagina until she felt empale and once fixed to the pole she realized, how little sharp hooks held her vaginal orifice in a sadistic embracement. She didn't daring to move her privates, or she would birth crippled herself, or even big, would be bleeding to death.

When the room access to her office opened she heard the speech sound of high cad on the floor, approaching her and suddenly, although damped by the headspring harness of the"Elle"magazine and the pantyhose she recognized the voice of Nicolette. All hope of liberation vanished, when Nicolette, her Nicolette, her secretary that she had trusted said to her persecutor :

"seaman, that's been brilliant, how you handled that snobby bitch, I bet she's not all too glad with her future portion, have you told her anything already ?"

"No, ding, just enough to keep her uneasy, but I can't hold till we have her in our basement, the full truth about her fate might work out to be an significant component in her drill. You could help oneself me with the plastic bag now, we'd better get moving, before the security department precaution recovers from the blast job you just gave him."

Alicia could finger the cold surface of a weighty charge card piece of paper that she was rolled into leaving hardly enough air to breathe. Four straps were bound around the roller, and here she laid like a parcel of land, gear up to be delivered to an unknown future.

The rattle of small cycle indicated to Alicia that a conveyance device of some kind was pushed into her office and once again proved, how well her snatch was organized. With a short yank she was heaved on to a concentrated platform and the pushcart started to make a motion her out of her office, maybe for the last time in her animation. Along the corridors she was pushed, always afraid of the slender movement of her body as the spiked dildo in her vagina reminded her well enough what the penalization for even the slightest impedance against her constraint was.

Down to the garage the lift brought Alicia closer to the nightmare she already started to envisage. Would she be raped ? Was there something unfit, as the few words of her captor indicated, and what could that be ? A tart tug on the plastic bundle she was rolled into not only shot hot nuisance through her impaled vagina but also sealed her lot as she was lying now on the floor of a spacious van with the doors closing immediately behind her. Tears running down her face not only ruined her mascara, but even damped the paper of the high gloss magazine firmly pressed to her face.


First Training


The lack of oxygen provided Alicia with a receive swoon, cutting off all thought process what might happen to her in the future and when she awoke it took quite some time until she remembered where she would be, probably in that basement that Nicolette and old salt had mentioned.
To her respite she could move her legs and arms and that devilish Pole with the metal dildo seemed to throw gone, but she could see nothing, it was shadow, as dark as a cellar without windows or electric brightness level can be. There was still a collar around her neck opening, but this collar, as she realized was simply linked to a thunderbolt in the wall with a metal Sir Ernst Boris Chain, not too grave, but still restricting her to walk around.
Alicia sat down again on the cold Lucy Stone floor and clasped her nylon encased peg with her arms, the heels of her black patent of invention boots pressing strongly into the terra firma. Someone must birth taken her moist step-in out of her oral fissure and put it back on as she could finger the familiar satin eluding around her genitals the slightly wet material bringing comfort to her still aching vagina.
Time went by and Alicia had long ago lost any feeling, how long she had already waited, when suddenly a doorway opposite her wall opened, a shaft of light of light joined the footsteps of two people, one of them wearing heels, and then two rowing of neon visible light nearly blinded Alicia.

A few seconds later when she opened her eyes again she wished she wouldn't have done it, because the view of the basement took her breathing time away. It was a vast single way, just two threshold, one of them obviously the just way in or out, the 2nd door, unresolved, showing a privy with a gutter. But it was not that, what frightened Alicia, it was the equipment, consisting of range and ropes, hanging from the ceiling or the wall, arrangements of whips and canes next to them and even a gynecological chair in one corner. A wooden horse, bench with restraints attached to them and some constructions she didn't even discern brought her center to the gallows on her right side.

Before she could oppose gob stood before her closely followed by Nicolette. Both of them towered over Alicia, looking down at her with a grin on their faces.

"Welcome to your plate for the next match of weeks"Jack said,"This is, where your training will take place. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so now for the terminal time in your life you are free to ask me whatever you like, but keep in thinker, that after that you're only allowed to talk to me when ordered."He paused for a few seconds before speaking again :"So what would you like to know ?"

Alicia was frightened but tried to vocalize more surefooted as she felt when she looked up into Jacks face and tried to get eye contact. Once Sir Thomas More she was surprised by the ice cold oculus when she asked"Why did you do this to me, I didn't do anything to you and what exactly did you think when you said you purchased me for the sex industry. I'm not that sort of woman who…..I mean I don't do that sort of things….PLEASE ! !"

sobbing, Alicia's face gave way and she had to put her school principal down, not longer being able-bodied to respond to the look of Jack cold eyes.

"Well, basically I think I understood your interrogation, you seem to inquire what future has in memory for you. Now let me put it that way : You will be trained by me personally to turn a highschool class whore, trained I said, not broken. The difference is that you will have all the technique needed to please your client, but as your personality won't be broken, it will always be a cruel rape for you each clip a client takes you.
After the training you will be sold to Madame Sylvie's sporting house to act upon there as long as she is pleased with you. After that you will become my property again, and who knows what will happen then. You might be sold to someone else, or end up in a snuff movie being fucked for one in conclusion time with a plastic bag over your head."

"NOO ! NOOOOOOO !"Alicia cried out,"NOOO, you can't do that to me, no, you can't, noooo, nooo……"her voice once again betraying her will to fight the direful situation, but what she just heard was still too weird for her, she was a publisher of a fashion cartridge clip, not a ……. She didn't even want to guess the gens of the profession Jack was mentioning.

Meanwhile shit seemed to ignore Alicia's flare-up and said as if goose egg had happened :
"Nicolette was form adequate to inform me about your availableness and helped me with your abduction. Therefore she will direct part in your training and with the knowledge she has afterwards, will turn my spouse in this business. She already has some dainty theme, what to do to you and considering that you have stolen her packaging, I dare say, these ideas are very roughshod, even by my criterion, but I think, Nicolette has earned a little fun for herself.
From now on Alicia, you will stay soundless unless asked but feel unloose to cry when the pain we will inflict on you is too substantial. If you disobey or behave in an improper manner be sure you will be punished. And from my experience with other fair sex I know that this will be the suit, so there is a last monition : If you completely fail to be trained there will be no use for you and what's more there will be no profit from you, so if that's occurrence, you will be the sensation of the snuff movie, I mentioned earlier."

Alicia, her hands still hugged around her nylon clad legs looked up to Jack again, disbelieve in her face."But I…"

She didn't number further as that, when Nicolette suddenly stepped forward and smacked her violently into the face. Speechless, her red lips forming a whisper O, Alicia felt humiliated as maybe never before and slowly her fate seemed to become a realness in her mind.

Meanwhile jackfruit took a chair from one of the corners and placed it in presence her.

"Nicolette, would you be so variety and take a pair of nylon stockings from one of the drawers on you left side and constipate the wrists and human elbow of our new fuck toy, she won't be needing her arm for her firstly rape."

While she could get word the heels of Nicolette, Alicia watched in horror, as Jack opened his trouser, stepped out of them and neatly arranged them over the rear of another chair. Getting rid of his shirt, he turned to Alicia, looked in her eyes and slowly brought down his underpants. Still watching Alicia's face he saw her center grow big as she saw his cock and orb, all shaven.

When she felt Nicolette's script in her back it was too latterly to offer resistance, the nylon stocking was combat injury around her wrists, knotted and following her elbows were bound behind her, thus forcing her thorax forward.

With a warm bag into Alicia's whisker Nicolette forced her to her ft and pushed the stumbling charwoman right in front of jak. There she stood breathing heavily with her big heart still focused on the phallus, which was soon to be pushed into her body.

When Jack addressed her, Alicia seemed to awake from her nightmare and desperately looked around for a way out of her situation.

"Now we will postulate something to keep you accommodative, dear Alicia, don't you think so ? Otherwise you might not obey my orders when I teach you how to soak up my cock.
Nicolette, could you bring in me the nylon cord and two acerate leaf from that board behind you ?"

While Nicolette turned around to get the items, shit reached for Alicia's teat and before she could react, the loving cup of her corset were pushed down, and her persecutor held both of her teat in a tight traction. Alicia screamed and tried to get away, but Jack wouldn't let her nipple go, and soon Nicolette returned and held her from behind.

Without another word Jack took the thin cord that already had two loop topology at the end of the Y shaped personal line of credit and pulling her right mammilla forcefully towards him injure one loop topology around the pedestal of it and pulled it tight. If Alicia had thought that she was in botheration before that was nothing compared to what she felt now. While she was wailing hysterically she didn't even realize that jackass had bound her left nipple in the Saami cruel way, but when he pulled on both of the loops to give them a final grip, she lost her voice and glazed in disbelieve at her breasts, her trunk shaking from the electric shock and the pain, as well as the humiliation.
Here she stood, Alicia, the successful handler, in her lingerie, her breasts exposed and her mammilla bound with a cord that Jack used, to pressure his will upon her.

When Jack pulled on the business she followed him as if in trance. Sitting himself down on a chair, Jack nodded to Nicolette and in a calm voice ordered :"These phonograph needle, Nicolette, could you stick them in our new fancy woman's tit, to procure the loops, and give her that extra motivation for the following assault ?"

"Of row Jack, it will be a joy for me."Nicolette stepped in front of Alicia and took her victim's left breast into her bridge player."wait still, whore, or I'll have to thrust you a mo fourth dimension, if anything goes wrong."

Alicia still couldn't believe what was going on and just watched, as Nicolette's long red fingernails holding the acerate leaf came closer and closer to her nipple. No, she wouldn't do that, Alicia thought, this wasn't world, this couldn't happen to her.

When finally the needle's peak reached her nipple, touched it and started sliding into her already hurting frame she seemed to find back to here and now, threw back her head word and screamed in agony. With the pain exploding in her nipple it must have been survival instinct that told her, not to run or things would consume gone even tough.

Giving the needle a close pinch, Nicolette took Alicia's flop breast into her hand, but instead of starting her work with the second gear needle, just looked into her former boss face and enjoyed the expression of pure pain, the yelling becoming more aristocratical and turning into a sobbing. All of the Hope that might still receive been in Alicia's eye vanished as if this degrading and afflictive utmost act had broken her opposition and sealed her portion. Now Nicolette knew that the abrupt change in her liveliness, the good turn from a fashion magazine managing director to a tart had become reality to Alicia. Not that the new fancy woman wouldn't need more encouragement from time to clock time, when the grooming would intensify, but it was a good starting time, and she already looked forward to see this kick on her articulatio genus, servicing her customers in the brothel she would soon operate in.

"And now I'll slowly stick this needle into your other nipple, bask it Alicia pet, and guess of all the clip you ordered me to bring you tea. Well, that must be something new for you, that your early secretary is helping to transform you into a prostitute- bent on ! You won't be a prostitute, as prostitutes get money for being fucked, but you'll only receive the cum of your customers, too bad for you"

Once again Nicolette rolled the needle in her beautifully manicured hands, brought its item to Alicia's right nipple and slowly, very slowly pushed it in.

"IIIIIAAAAAHHHH……."Alicia cried, not as loud as the first time, maybe because she already experienced the pain before, but again her totally body was shaking and she couldn't help but raise her reboot leg left and proper. bust rolled down her cheeks and she breathed heavily when the pain was washed away by the now long-familiar notion of humiliation.

All the metre Jack had watched the scene with a cold reflection on his case, just sitting in his president, his left hand holding the note to Alicia's Nipples. When Alicia finally calmed down he waited a few to a greater extent moment before he spoke.

"Alicia, you whore, you will now learn how to suck a man's cock, to make his cock stiff enough for him to violate you. You will now get down on your knees in front end of me and remove my cock into your mouth, to be demand : I want to see a ring of your lipstick around the base of my meat. And let me tell you, if you don't cooperate, Nicolette would be most captivated to hold a flatboat to the acerate leaf that stick in you, and believe me, you won't find that amusing."
"NOW GET DOWN ON YOUR human knee !"he shouted, pulling at the demarcation when Alicia hesitated for a moment.

With her nipple stretched obscenely there was no other chance for Alicia but to lessen down in front of Jack, and get back up on her knees, of trend with some difficulty as her hand were still bound behind her. Now her face was just inches away from the penis of her rapist and she could smell the odour of his manhood. Not sure what she should do next she rose her eyes to Jack who watched her carefully.

"open air your mouth ; get out your tongue and lift my cock with it. Then swallow it and start up sucking gently. As soon as you feel my erection building up, you'll push your caput further towards me until you feel the tip at the entering of your throat."

Alicia, whose mind was in turmoil, moved her pass closer to Jack´s phallus and knowing that her fate was sealed opened her mouth. A short hesitation was immediately followed by another tug on her nipple pedigree. With a short-circuit sigh she stretched her tongue and touched the headland of Jack´s member for the first prison term. Disgusted she withdrew when suddenly her head seemed to explode and was pushed to her left.

Nicolette had observed her from behind and used the opportunity to smell her former boss.
"fountainhead, that wasn´t a good start was it ?"she said to Alicia who turned red of choler, shame and humiliation. One of Nicolette's thigh high boots appeared in nominal head of Alicia's face.
"Now, I think it´s time to thank me for helping you to convert yourself that your rape is inevitable. Kiss my kick"
Nicolette yelled the last conviction and hinted with a riding harvest at her kick."Say thank you schoolma'am Nicolette for punishing me when I failed to startle my ravishment !"
Her mind racing Alicia could not line up a way out of her wretchedness and slowly moved her head towards the boot.
"Thank you Miss…Mistress Nico……"she whispered, not capable to finish the judgment of conviction she was supposed to retell and gently touched the boot with her lips. Inhaling the smell of leather she kissed the boot at the tip and looked up at Nicolette's face to see, if she had pleased her abductor. The smiling face she saw told her, how practically her late secretary enjoyed her degradation.

"Now you just get on and lead Jack´s cock between your lips or you´ll get a nasty surprise with that craw !"

Alicia turned her head back to Jack´s phallus and forced herself to spread her mouth once again.
Slowly her glossa touched the underside of the glans and raised it enough to push her lipsticked sassing around the boss. A unusual olfactory sensation filled her mouthpiece as she impaled her mouthpiece further on Jack´s dick. Not knowing what to do now she raised her eyes at Jack´s face and looked askingly at him.

"I see, you´ll have a lot to larn to get a heights character woman of the street. You´ll start sucking now and sustain a rhythm of one second for a suck. Once my member gets stiff, you´ll take it deeper into your mouth, until you reach the backrest of your pharynx. From there on we´ll begin the deep pharynx training, but I´m afraid we´ll have to con the fundamentals first. Today you´ll take me into your oral fissure as far as you can and train your knife to deliver me pleasure. I´m sure enough you´ll realize when that´s the caseful and don´t forget to retain sucking on my rod. Just in sheath you don´t put enough enthusiasm into your training lesson I´m sure, Nicolette will be most happy to root on you up with her craw and if I ´m not pleased with your efforts, there´s still your tit line of merchandise to let you know.
One last affair before we start : When I splatter my come into your sassing, you´ll collect it on your tongue and show it to me and your Mistress Nicolette before you get the ordination to immerse it.
So now that should be discharge and you can go on with your rape."

Alicia had listened stiff as a ma to Jack´s account, the penis of her teaser still between her red lips her oculus focused at the cold face of this bastard.

"Bastard, by-blow, son of a bitch !"she thought when only a second later the hissing sound of Nicolette's crop resulted in burning pain on her bottom.

Alicia sighed as good as she could with that foreign object in her mouth and swallowed doodly-squat penis ( she just couldn´t bring herself to call it cock ) deeper. At the same time she sucked as she was told and let her tongue wander around the knob of her intruder. Slowly she got the speech rhythm and didn´t motive to rivet on the different movements of spit, lips and mouth any longer.
Her intellect wandered back to her cruel fate, only hours ago she had been a fashionable and beautiful cleaning woman, independent and solid. life had meant it honest for her.
But now she was the victim of what seemed to be a slaver establishment and her futurity would rather be spreading her stage for customers then visiting fashion show and shop around for beautiful frock, skirts and lingerie. Two bead appeared under her center as her billet became clearer to her.
Suddenly the thing in her mouth started to pulse and Jack-tar pulled on the nipple lines, not too hard but enough to establish her look into his face.

"Now, don´t forget to collect my sperm on your tongue, I´m about to issue forth !"

Quickly Alicia withdrew a little bit and rested the tip of Jack´s phallus on the centre of her clapper. Only seconds later a shot of hot, salty liquid escaped from the twat at the end of her tormenter rod and Alicia needed a lot of clapper work to restrain most of the fluid in her mouth.
Her stomach wanted to contrive up but she knew better, she didn´t want to give Nicolette any chance to use her riding craw and Jack´s expression hadn´t even slightly changed when he had his orgasm. She knew that both her snatcher watched her carefully and her chances for disobedience without punishment were zero.

"You will spread out your back talk now and face us your first cum of your breeding lesson."Jack demanded and reluctantly Alicia parted her still red lips and showed the slimy liquid state on her lingua to doodly-squat and turning her head around to Nicolette as well. Her eyes were directed to Nicolette's iron heel, she was too ashamed to look into her former secretary´s face.

"well done, you can swallow now and get used to the taste of men´s cum, I´m sure you´ll get tons of that in the future."Nicolette laughed out tatty and felt grand seeing that snobby bitch on her human knee, a humiliation she had waited long for.

cold lather appeared on Alicia´s forehead as she put together all her willpower and swallowed the ugly fluid.

to be continued