2 comments/ 42877 views/ 10 favorites Hardesty Co. By: action_aly "Please, God, please let me this job," prayed Allison Kane as she steered her car into the parking lot of Hardesty Co. Hardesty Co. was a prestigious business firm in the area, and Allison had recently heard about and executive's assistant position that had opened through a former classmate. Allison had appeared at the firm with her resume not having much hope of getting the job. However, less than a week later she received a call from the firm requesting that she come in and be interviewed. Allison quickly consented to the interview. She was not in dire need of a job -- she had a pretty well paying job as a server at a local sports bar -- with her tanned skin, dark hair and green eyes, the tips rolled in. However she wanted a job more suitable to her skills. She had graduated from college after double majoring in mathematics and finance. She had started job hunting optimistically, but soon realized that finding a job to match her skills was fairly difficult. This opportunity seemed to be a dream come true. Allison stepped out of her car, smoothing her black, knee length pencil skirt. She liked to dress feminine and so wore the snug fitting garment to display her ass. She paired it with a matching fitted jacket underneath which she wore a button down, emerald silk shirt. The shirt clung to her large breast without managing to make them look purposefully displayed. Entering the firm, she stalked up to the front desk. "Hello. My name is Allison Kane. I have an 11:00 appointment with Mr. Hardesty." "Of course," replied the clerk. "Mr. Hardesty's office is on the twelfth floor. Just take the elevators to your left." Allison thanked the clerk before turning to the elevator bank. As the doors dinged open and she stepped inside, Allison felt the nerves creeping in. She tried to pep herself up. "Just relax. You'll do fine," she thought to herself. She ran a quick hand over her hair just as the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Allison straightened her spine and reminding herself to be confident, strode out of the elevator and to the secretary's desk where she once again introduced herself. "Hello, Ms. Kane. I'm Mrs. Stubbenbaker, Mr. Hardesty's secretary," the older women introduced herself. Allison gauged her to be roughly in her sixties and on the verge of retirement. She had beautiful silver hair that was still full despite her years and a trim figure. "If you'll just have a seat, I'll let Mr. Hardesty know you're here." Allison stepped over to a small waiting area and sunk into a plush leather chair. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. As she once again tried to calm her nerves, she listed with a half ear at the one-sided conversation Mrs. Stubbenbaker was having with her employer. "Mr. Hardesty, a Ms. Kane is here for your 11:00 appointment." There was a brief pause. "Yes Sir, I think you will approve of this one." Another pause. "Yes, right away, Sir." Mrs. Stubbenbaker hung up the phone before sending a smile at Allison. "Okay, dear. Mr. Hardesty is ready for you. His office is just through those doors." Allison rose from her chair. Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath. "This is it," she thought as she placed her hand on the door knob. She opened the door and was confronted with a spacious office. The floor was carpeted in a discrete gray, the walls were also neutral. The only thing that stood out was the large mahogany desk, and the man behind it. Allison felt the breath she had just took swish out of her lungs. "Good Lord is the man attractive," was her first thought. Mr. Hardest was in his mid-thirties and mesmerizing in a rugged, unrefined sort of way. His features were much too harsh to be considered handsome or even attractive by conventional standards. His face consisted of hard planes and angles that could have been chiseled out of stone. He had a gorgeously square jaw -- Allison had always been a sucker for a square jaw. His head was crowned with a wealth of nearly black brown hair. His gray eyes were hard, nearly unemotional in his study of her. "Please, Ms. Kane, have a seat." He gestured to a chair in front of his desk. Allison sat and smoothed her skirt. "Would you mind if I called you Allison?" After indicating she did not mind, Mr. Hardesty proceeded. "I see here that you graduated from college with degrees in mathematics and finance and also minors in economics and accounting. You certainly seem to be well rounded in the business arena. Do you currently have a job in your field?" "No, Sir. I am serving at a sports bar downtown." "I see." He rubbed a hand over his chin thoughtfully. "How do you feel about serving people?" Not expecting the question, Allison thought for a moment before answering. "I feel that serving people is important. I enjoy being able to help others. However, I would prefer having a job in the business world." "Yes, I certainly can't blame you for that. Tell me..." And so on the interview went. Mr. Hardesty asked some basic questions and typical "how would you feel in this situation" scenarios. After the interview portion was over, Mr. Hardesty stood. Allison rose also. "Well Allison, I must tell you I am impressed. You seem to be a very motivated individual. I believe I will enjoy having you under me." Allison paused a moment thinking the phrasing was weird. Then it dawned on her. "You mean I got the job?" "Yes, Allison." He smiled at her and the hardness of his gray eyes eased a little bit. "However first you will need to go through some medical screening and fill out the required paperwork. Mrs. Stubbenbaker will be able to provide you with the necessary forms. After filling those out, she will provide you with directions to the medical clinic on the seventh floor." "Yes, thank you, Sir!" She once again shook his hand before exiting the room. Upon entering the reception area, Mrs. Stubbenbaker exclaimed, "Congratulations dear! I just know that you will provide excellent service here." Once again Allison thought this comment slightly odd, but quickly shrugged it off as she became immersed in forms. The first three forms were the typical employee information forms. It was the fourth form which gave her pause. It read: I understand that as an employee of Hardesty Co., I (fill in name here), am required to periodically be submitted to company medical examinations. These examinations must be conducted in the medical clinic located on the seventh floor the building. I give my permission for company heads to look at my charts and observe my examinations at any time. Allison thought this a bit peculiar. She asked Mrs. Stubbenbaker, "What does this mean by observe my exams?" "Why dear, don't let that bother you. Mr. Hardesty would be the only one who would observe, and he rarely sits through them. I have been here nearly forty years and not once has anyone sat in on my exam." Allison accepted her answer and quickly scrawled her signature on the form. She returned the forms to Mrs. Stubbenbaker and was given directions to the medical center. "I hope this exam doesn't take very long," Allison thought while riding down in the elevator. "I really want to do some shopping to celebrate my new job." The elevator chimed and the doors opened to the seventh floor. The décor on this floor was very different from that of Mr. Hardesty's office. White was the predominant theme. White tiles covered the floor; white paint enveloped the walls, both of which gave the viewer a sense of sterilization. The faint aroma of sanitizer only added to the scene. Hospitals gave Allison the creeps. They smelled gross and gave her butterflies in her stomach. The scent of sanitizer reminded her of her yearly gynecological appointments. After a brief discussion with the receptionist at the front desk, she was directed to an exam room. In short order, a nurse -- her gold plated name tag read "Betty" -- appeared with the requisite paper gown making Allison groan. "One would think someone somewhere could make a more comfortable and attractive hospital gown," she thought. "Ms. Kane if you would kindly remove your clothes and have a seat on the exam table, Dr. Olcott will be with you shortly," Betty informed her before rushing out the door. Allison stripped off her clothes with a sigh, and then shimmied into the paper gown. Grumbling at the gaping back, she strode up to the exam table and hopped on. While waiting for the doctor, she idly kicked her feet. She cringed when one of her feet tapped a metal bar under the table. Curious she hopped off and peered underneath. Why it was a stirrup! After a short moment of panic at the thought of an unexpected gynecological exam, Allison calmed down. "It's probably just standard equipment on these things," she thought. She had very little to ponder though, because just as she hopped on the table Dr. Olcott came in the door. He was in his mid to late fifties. He was mostly bald, but Allison gave him points because he cut his hair short instead of attempting to comb the few gray strands he had over. He was about 5'10" and had an average build with the exception of a slight paunch hanging over his belt. "Hello, Allison! I am Dr. Olcott. It's a pleasure to meet you," he introduced himself and shook her hand. "Hello, Dr. Olcott." "Now Allison, I hope you don't mind, but Mr. Hardesty will be joining us in a few moments for the exam. Now, now. Don't get nervous dear. The exam will be quick, little more than a basic physical. Why don't we start with some basic medical history? Can you tell me your date of birth?" Dr. Olcott droned on, asking Allison the usual questions -- what diseases run in your family? Have you ever had surgery? And so on and so forth. Just as he was finishing up there was a knock at the door. Dr. Olcott got up from the desk chair and opened the door. "Ah! Mr. Hardesty! You're just in time, sir! I am just about to begin the examination." "Hello, Allison. I hope you don't mind my intrusion at this exam. However, I thought it prudent to take an interest in my new employee. After all, you will be working directly under me. I want to make sure that your body is in the best shape to keep up with my demands." Actually Allison did mind, but she had signed that dratted form! Damn Mrs. Stubbenbaker! Swallowing her resentment, she lied, "No, Mr. Hardesty, I don't mind at all." Dr. Olcott grabbed her chart. "Okay, Allison first we'll start on the scale. 122 pounds -- very good. And your height? -- 5'6". Excellent." He quickly jotted down the results. "Okay, you can hop back up on the table. We'll take your blood pressure and temperature now." Allison complied excruciatingly aware of Mr. Hardesty's silver gaze burning into her. Next, Dr. Olcott warned her that he would be loosening her gown to check her breathing and heart. As he stuck the cool stethoscope down the front of gown and over her left breast, Allison glanced at Mr. Hardesty. His eyes bored into hers. She felt a blush start up her cheeks but returned the stare until Dr. Olcott moved to check her back. "Now, I'm going to give you a breast exam. If you would please lower your gown to your waist, and lean back -- yes, dear lie back." Seeing no way out of this, she reclined back staring at the ceiling. Even so, she could feel Mr. Hardesty's eyes on her breasts. "Allison, can you tell me what size bra you wear? It's for the chart." "My normal doctor never asked me that." Mr. Hardesty answered, "It's for clothing, Allison. While you will be traveling with me, the airline may misplace your luggage. We always take all measurements so as to assure replacement clothing the company provides will fit. We can't have our executive's assistant traveling in sweats." Mulling it over, she reached the conclusion that it made sense. "I'm a 34DD," she said with a blush. She had always been self-conscious of her large breasts. "Ah, I thought so," the doctor replied. He began the exam, fondling her breasts, before circling her large nipples. As he pulled on her nipples, Allison became mortified. She stole a glance at Mr. Hardesty only to find him smirking at her! Why that pervert was enjoying this! Allison glared back up at the ceiling until the exam was finished. "Well everything appears to be fine with your breasts. If you wouldn't mind removing the gown now, I will need to do a brief pelvic exam." "A p-pelvic exam?" she stuttered. She glanced quickly at Mr. Hardesty before returning her pleading eyes back to Mr. Olcott. "Now, Allison, Mr. Hardesty is a professional. Anyways, it is his company and you did sign the consent form." He was right! Hindsight is a bitch! She never should have signed the form. Red with embarrassment she removed the gown and exposed her naked body to them. "Okay, now put your feet in the stirrups. That's a girl. Spread you legs a little farther apart. Good." While instructing her, the doctor rolled over a stool, a lamp, and a tray of tools from the supply closet. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves before turning to Mr. Hardesty. "Ian, there's an extra pair of gloves on the desk for you. I may need some assistance, since Betty left." What?! Allison was in turmoil. Not only was she lying spread eagle and naked on a table in front of two strange men -- one of them was her new boss! And he was about to become very intimately acquainted with her most private parts! "Relax, Allison. I'll be gentle," Mr. Hardesty teased. He grinned when she squirmed. "Good, you have no pubic hair. I'm going to begin the external exam now." With that she felt the doctor's latex covered fingers at her pussy lips. He tugged on them briefly, before pulling them apart exposing her clit. Much to Allison's dismay it was out of its hood and standing at attention. "Mr. Hardesty, this is where I will require your assistance. As I hold her lips apart, I need you to test her clit's sensitivity to stimulus." "Anyway I can help doctor." With that the doctor once again pulled her pussy lips apart. Mr. Hardesty ran a finger down her clit, then slowly up before giving it a quick rub. It felt like electricity was coursing its way straight from her clit to her nipples. They stood out rock hard and Allison struggled to contain her moan. "She definitely has a sensitive clit, Doc. Her nipples are sticking out about an inch." Horrified that her boss had noticed, Allison tried to close her legs. Mr. Hardesty would allow none of that though, and he pinched her clit hard. Tears sprung to Allison eyes. He maintained his viselike grip on her clit until her eyes met his. They were alight with a sadistic gleam. "We'll have none of that now, will we, Allison?" Afraid of the gleam in his eyes, she uttered a meek, "No, Sir." "That's a very good decision," he said as he eased the pressure on her clit, before removing his fingers. "Thank you for you aid, Mr. Hardesty. Would you be so kind as to hand me the speculum?" "Will the large one do?" "I'm not sure. Maybe the medium one will be more comfortable." Mr. Hardesty brushed a hand over Allison's right breast, and then twisted the nipple hard. "I'm sure Allison would prefer the large one." Her pain filled eyes pleaded with him, but he just shook his head slightly and twisted harder. "I don't think the good doctor can hear you." Writhing in pain, Allison decided to give in -- anything was better than this brutal nipple torture. "Yes, Sir, I would like the largest speculum to be used." Mr. Hardesty winked at her, twisted her nipple further and then released it. He smiled his appreciation at the purple abused sight it presented. As Dr. Olcott prepared the speculum by rolling it in lube, Allison's mind was in overdrive. Why was Mr. Hardesty acting like this? He had seemed like such a nice man during the interview. Why was he tormenting me? And, most importantly, why am I getting aroused by his touch? Her thoughts scattered when she felt cold metal probe at the entrance to her pussy. The doctor inserted the speculum and gently began cranking it open. Allison felt her pussy stretch open wide, revealing her pink depths. She closed her eyes tight, trying to gain control of her rioting emotions. She opened them wide a second later a feather light brush against her cheek. "Your pussy is absolutely beautiful," Mr. Hardesty whispered. Her eyes widened in shock. "I can't wait to explore it further." Dr. Olcott seemed oblivious to Mr. Hardesty's behavior. He closed the speculum's jaws and removed it from her pussy. By the time he put the tool in the sterilizer, Mr. Hardesty was back at his side. "It's time for the manual exam now. I need you to relax." Relax? Yeah, right, she thought. She heard the sound of a bottle cap snapping open and looked down to find not only Dr. Olcott, but Mr. Hardesty putting lube onto their fingers! Seeing her panicked look, Dr. Olcott tried to sooth her, "I hope you don't mind, dear. My feeling isn't quite what it used to be. Mr. Hardesty's got the youthful touch. He will also be examining you manually." This is too much! She wanted to shriek it from the tops of her lungs. She wanted to close her legs and get the hell out of here. The only thing holding her back was the amazing job opportunity. Not to mention the huge financial boost she would gain by taking the job. Mr. Hardesty was having a blast. He had known that Allison would be perfect from the moment she walked those long legs into his office. Her dark brown wavy hair had reached past her shoulders, and in that one second he could imagine grabbing fistfuls of it as he fucked her mouth. Thank God he had had the foresight to create that form. It was almost as if he had tailor-made it for this situation. He felt his cock harden as he recalled the humiliated look that had been in her eyes when she found out he would be shoving his fingers in that hot cunt. Had he less control, he might have cum then and there. "Alright, Allison just relax. You'll feel my fingers," Dr. Olcott told her gently. She felt two of his lubed, latex covered fingers slide inside of her pussy. He gently probed around her vaginal walls. She groaned a little when he bumped her cervix. She risked a glance down and saw Mr. Hardesty watching the doctor's movements. He was very clearly enjoying this. For some reason the knowledge that he was viewing her so intimately was turning her on. The doctor pulled out his fingers. "I believe everything is just fine, but I'll let Mr. Hardesty take his turn now. After he's through you're free to leave, dear. Everything seems in order." That said the doctor turned away towards the desk to remove his gloves grab his notes. He was out the door less than ten seconds later. "Are you ready?" asked Mr. Hardesty. Before she could tell him either way, Mr. Hardesty forcefully shoved two fingers up her cunt. He too poked and prodded at her vaginal walls. When he bumped her cervix, she squirmed. Amused he asked her, "Does that turn you on?" He bumped his fingers harder over her cervix. "Answer me, Allison. Do my fingers up your pussy turn you on? Do you like it when they rub against your cervix?" "N-no!" she denied. Horrified she realized that she was very excited. Her nipples were standing up like two pebbles from her breasts. Her pussy loved the attention it was receiving. "I think you're lying, Allison." He slowly pulled his fingers out, and then thrust them back in. He repeated this over and over. Allison began to groan uncontrollably. Yes, she thought in her mind, oh God yes! "Tell me, Allison. Tell me how you like it." "Y-yes, Sir." "Yes, Sir, what?" "Yes, Sir, I like your fingers in my pussy." "Good job. I'm sure you'll enjoy this then too." Mr. Hardesty worked a third finger into her tight pussy. Allison felt herself stretch to accommodate his large fingers. As he began thrusting them in and out, she couldn't stop herself. She began rocking her hips into his fingers." Hardesty Co. Ch. 02 SHHHRING! The alarm beside Allison's bed goes off insistently. Bleary eyed with fatigue she reaches for the snooze. When she sees the green digital display reads 5:02 a.m. she is confused. Quickly her mind clears as she remembers yesterday... Oh my God! I can't believe yesterday really happened, she thought. I let Mr. Hardesty touch me like that! As she relived the scene in the exam room yesterday, she felt a wetness build between her thighs. Her right hand snaked down her body, heading towards her clit. Then she remembered Mr. Hardesty's words. He had told her not to cum or touch herself – her body, her cunt was his. Remembering the torture he had promised her today, Allison decided that she would follow his instructions and not do anything else to earn further punishment. She quickly got out of bed and raced to the shower. Luckily she didn't have to shave her pussy, as she routinely had all of her pubic hair waxed off. She found herself taking an extra long time with her loofah between her legs, and trying to shake off her horniness, she flipped the water to cold before rinsing off and getting out. Wrapped sarong style in a bath towel, Allison walked to her dresser. She routed in her dresser until she found a matching bra and thong panty set in a vivid shade of blue. What do I wear, she wondered. Do I wear something sexy? Do I pretend it never happened? She decided on a simple gray skirt suit. While professional looking, it still showed off her figure. The knee length skirt molded to her buttocks perfectly. The jacket was snug and showed off her curves. She left the tight, black button-down shirt unbuttoned to the top of her cleavage, making sure not to show an indecent amount of skin. After all, she was a professional. A quick glance at the clock informed her that it was after six, so she hurriedly threw on a pair of black four-inch pumps. She put a pair of diamond studs in her ears and spritzed herself with perfume before running out the door. * * * Allison pulled into the lot of Hardesty Co. at quarter till seven. Mr. Hardesty's words of seven o'clock sharp rang through her head. She quickly parked her car and bolted to the main doors. She once again took the elevator to the twelfth floor. I must be some kind of fool, she thought. I cannot believe I am back here. Despite her horror at finding herself once again back at the office, Allison had to admit she was eager to see Mr. Hardesty again. She had never had an orgasm like the day before. She had only had two sexual partners ever, and neither had ever really satisfied her. As the elevator car rapidly approached the twelfth floor, she began to get nervous. What will he do to me? He had said he would punish me. Will he spank me? Will he get me to the verge of cumming and then stop again? Her musings were cut short when the elevator doors slid open. Taking a deep breath, Allison stepped out. Like the day before, Mrs. Stubbenbaker was there to greet her. "Hello, dear! Excited for the first day on the job?" You have no idea, Allison thought. "Yes, very, Mrs. Stubbenbaker." "I'm glad to hear that. Mr. Hardesty appears to be in a black mood today, so you should probably try to do some ego soothing. He's in his office, go on back." Just what I need for him to be a black mood, she thought. Steeling herself for the inevitable she threw a last smile at Mrs. Stubbenbaker before knocking at Mr. Hardesty's door. "Come in," boomed his deep voice. Allison twisted the door knob and stepped into the office. Mr. Hardesty was behind his desk again. He was signing some papers, but after affixing his signature he turned his hard gray eyes on her. With a quick glance at his wrist watch, he said, "Seven o'clock on the nose. At least you can follow that simple instruction, slut." "Yes, Sir," she mumbled. "Have you touched yourself?" "No, Sir." "Have you been tempted to?" Wanting to deny it, but knowing he would see through her, she admitted, "Yes, Sir I have been." "I thought so. I knew you were nothing but a horny slut the first time I saw you." Mr. Hardesty gave her a sadistic grin. "Do you think I have forgotten about your disobedience yesterday?" That would have been too much for, she thought. "No, Sir, I didn't think you forgot." "Are you prepared for your punishment?" "Yes, Sir, I am." Of course I'm not, she really thought. "That's too bad, you'll have to wait a little bit. For now however, come over here." He motions for her to stand beside his desk. Allison quickly complies. "Turn around and lift your skirt up to your waist." Her face flushed with humiliation, she turns around. She wonders why she ever came back. What kind of person was she to enjoy such treatment. Hesitantly, she grips the hem of her skirt before slowly pulling the snug material up to her buttocks, over and around her hips. She feels equal waves of shame and excitement wash through her body. She feels Mr. Hardesty's eyes on her exposed buttocks. Why had she worn the thong today? "Bend over. Put your palms on the floor." Allison stretched forward. Given her high-heeled shoes, placing her hands on the floor in front of her was no easy feat. "Spread your legs." She spread her legs six inches apart. "Farther!" She opened her legs another few inches. Obviously this was not far enough, as Mr. Hardesty roughly kicked her legs apart. When he was satisfied, the gap was about two feet. She felt his fingers run lightly over the half inch wide band of the thong. He slid his fingers from the top of her crevice, downwards. Agonizingly slow, his fingers trailed between her cheeks. They paused briefly at her ass hole. Allison began to feel a moment of panic. Surely he wouldn't put anything in there! Her unease grew as she felt him probe at her hole with the tip of his index finger. He pushed against the fabric causing it to be sucked into her hole. "Your asshole is very tight, slut." His finger was now up the first knuckle inside her. Her breathing deepened with fear at the feeling of dread about what was to come. "Do you like the feel of my finger in your hole?" "N-no, Sir," she denied. "We'll just have to see about that won't we?" He removed his finger from her ass hole and began once again trailing it downward. He stopped when he encountered the dampness over the entrance to her pussy. "I see we lied, slut. You are enjoying this, aren't you?" He continued to run his fingers over her entrance. Stifling a moan, "No, Sir." With his left hand he delivered a stinging blow to her buttocks. "Try again." "Y-yes, Sir." "Yes, Sir, what?" "Yes, Sir, I am enjoying your finger exploring my ass and pussy." Apparently satisfied he once again began his exploration of her most intimate regions. He paused at her clit. He plucked the hard nub between his thumb and index finger through the material of her panties. Allison groaned. Her hips pressed unconsciously into his hand. He squeezed her clit harder. She felt mixed sensations of pain and pleasure radiate throughout her body. Her pussy was sopping wet. Suddenly, Mr. Hardesty removed his hand. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her thong and quickly pulled it down to her thighs. "Take your panties off," he commanded. Mortified, but turned on beyond words, she did his bidding. "Resume your position, whore." Embarrassed to once again be so exposed, Allison slowly resumed her former position. Her face was hot with embarrassment. She felt Mr. Hardesty's hands pulling apart the rounded globes of her butt cheeks. "Hold your cheeks apart for me." Mortified she did as instructed. "Are you ready for you punishment, slut?" When she didn't answer immediately, he continued. "It doesn't really matter if you are or not, you'll be punished either way. Now turn towards me and remove your clothes." Allison released her butt cheeks. She turned facing Mr. Hardesty. He had resumed his seat in his plush leather chair. He had his elbows rested on the arm rests and his fingers teepeed together beneath his chin. Allison slowly removed her suit jacket. She folded it neatly and laid it on the floor, instinctively knowing he wouldn't allow her to place her clothing on his desk space. Next she unbuttoned her blouse. She could feel his eyes staring at her breasts as she removed the garment. She undid the eyehook and zipper on her skirt before sliding it down her hips. She stood before him in just her bra. Reaching behind, her, she unhooked it. She felt the loosened material pool around her before she took this too off and placed it on the pile of clothes. As she bent down to remove her heels, he stopped her. "No, leave those on. I find I enjoy what they do to your posture, slut." He looked her up and down leisurely for a few minutes. He reached forward to his desk and rummaged in the top drawer coming out with a box of office supplies. He stood up in front of her. Out of the box he pulled an extra tie, which he quickly wrapped around her eyes. Her sight no longer of use, Allison trembled. She had no way of knowing what he was doing to her. What would this man think of next? She felt his fingers at her breasts, fondling them. When they reached her nipples they rolled and pinched them. She groaned, enjoying the attention. Mr. Hardesty watched the emotions play over her face. He was thoroughly enjoying tormenting his new assistant. He removed one hand from her breasts to reach into the box of supplies. He removed two small binder clips from it. Grinning sadistically, he opened the tiny powerful jaws and placed them over her nipple. Allison's cry of pain made his cock twinge in his pants. He reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit roughly. When her cries of pain became whimpers of pleasure, he placed another binder clip on the other nipple. The pain she felt was enormous! She had never been treated this way in her life! Why was she taking this? She was overwhelmed. Why was she wet? Why was her body reacting this way to this torment? What was wrong with her? Mr. Hardest placed a bar stool in front of Allison that he had retrieved from the closet while she was recovering from her nipple torture. "Hop on the stool, slut." Allison feebly tried to find the stool, and after nearly falling, she finally succeeded in getting on it. "Spread your legs wide." When she did what he wished, "Now with your fingers spread your lips." When she did this also, he took a moment to stoop down and enjoy the view of her exposed pussy. He blew a breath on her clit and watched with amusement as she became even wetter. He once gain stuck his hand into his box of supplies, and he removed a paper clip. He fastened it onto her clit. This didn't cause her so much pain, but just kept her on edge and focused sensation onto her nub. She heard rustling around, and then the unmistakable sound of latex gloves being snapped on. Mr. Hardesty poured a small amount of BenGay onto his covered fingers. With his other hand he began to plunge his fingers into Allison's sopping pussy. Her hips were thrashing against his fingers. He was very happy with her response. Oh how she would love this, he thought. He removed his fingers then shoved his Ben-Gay coated fingers deep into her cunt. He liberally coated her internal walls before removing his fingers. Allison felt a strange sensation building in her pussy where his fingers had been. As her pussy walls began to tingle with heat, she got a whiff of peppermint. He had put Ben-Gay inside her! Was that even safe? Watching as she writhed in torment, trying unsuccessfully to relieve the burning in her cunt, Mr. Hardesty smiled. His cock was very hard. He quickly removed his gloves. "Turn around and bend over the stool, slut." She was slow to reply and he had to smack her tits a few times with a ruler off his desk before she did as he commanded. "Spread your ass cheeks." This time she was much quicker and spread herself right away. He admired her puckered opening for a moment. Leaning down he blew on it and watched with delight as it clenched and unclenched at the sensation. He reached into his box again and came out with a bottle of lube. He put on another pair of gloves and smeared some on his fingers and squirted some on her asshole. He then probed her backside with a finger. He felt her sphincter trying to resist but pushed through it. He thrust his finger in and out a few times loosening her up. He worked a second finger into her anus and thrust them in and out. Allison couldn't believe this! She was spreading herself open, her nipples were in agony from binder clips, her clit was pinched by a paper clip, her cunt was soaking from the sensations of the ointment, and now her ass was being violated by her boss's fingers! She heard Mr. Hardesty remove his gloves, then the sound of lube being squirted. She felt something much bigger than two fingers probe at her ass. He was trying to stuff his cock up her ass! Mr. Hardesty groaned with pleasure at the tightness of his new assistant's asshole. He felt her body's resistance but insistently thrust all nine inches of his cock into her. Her cries only excited him more. "This is your punishment, slut," he told her as he roughly sawed his way in and out of her anus. She felt like she was being ripped apart. It felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her ass! The sensations she felt were overwhelming. Slowly though she felt a tingling building in .her pussy. Mr. Hardesty was close. He felt Allison's body starting to clench and unclench as she neared orgasm too. We can't have that, he thought and pulled out of her ass with a plop. Allison groaned her frustration. She had been so close and now she felt so empty! Then she felt a tugging at her hair. He wrapped his cock in her beautiful brown locks and used his hand to bring himself to orgasm. He shot loads of creamy white cum into her hair. When he was through, he walked in front of her. He put his cock in front of her mouth, and ordered, "Open wide, slut." Allison was revolted! His cock had her filth on it, there was no way she putting that thing in her mouth! He slapped her hard across the face and grabbed her nipple clips. He twisted them cruelly. When she screamed, he rammed his cock down her throat. He watched with glee as she took his cock, sucking off her shit and his cum. This was better than he had thought. When he thought he was sufficiently cleaned, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her pretty blindfolded face was the picture of revulsion. He gave her a condescending smack across the face with his penis before tucking it neatly back into his trousers. What have I become, she wondered. How can I be so turned on by this? She could feel the earthy taste of her shit on her tongue. She wished for a breath mint. At least she had survived his torture. As if reading her thoughts, Mr. Hardesty said, "You think you've been punished enough, don't you slut?" He laughed when she nodded. "No, I don't think you have been." She heard him once more rifling through the box of supplies on his desk. Deprived of sight because of the blindfold, her other senses were in overdrive. She heard an unusual rattling noise. What could that be, she wondered. Mr. Hardest pulled a small metal cup out of the box on his desk. It was mesh with a wide lip at top. It was designed to hold pencils and other office utensils. He watched Allison bent over the stool. He was very proud of her so far. However, the real test was yet to come, he thought. With a small twist of his mouth he once again grabbed the bottle of lube and began greasing the cup. Allison let out a sigh when she felt cold lube being squirted into her asshole. What could he possibly be wanting to do to her now? He had already taken her anally. Her cunt and breasts were loaded with sensation. She didn't know how much she could take. Then she felt it. Something cold – metal? It was probing at her back door. She groaned at its girth, it felt like it was stretching her sphincter beyond repair. Still, Mr. Hardesty kept forcefully pushing it in. Finally it came to a halt, with the lip of the cup suctioning to her surrounding ass, forcing it to stay put in her ass. Stuffed beyond belief, she heard a tinkling noise as objects were dropped into the cup. What was in her ass? It seemed to her that it was some kind of container. What was he putting into it now? How much more of this did she have to take? Mr. Hardesty dropped a few pencils and pens and a highlighter for good measure into the cup lodged in his slut's ass. He stepped back to admire the view. "Well, slut, I must admit, you certainly make the most appealing pencil holder I've ever owned." A pencil holder? She had a pencil holder stuffed up her ass? She felt disgraced and used. Her self pity was quickly banished when he spoke again. "Now, it is time for your punishment." With that he picked up the metal ruler on her desk and began swatting at her inner thighs. Allison tried to avoid the sting by spreading her legs open wider. She quickly realized her mistake though when he placed a blow right on her exposed pussy. She gasped, startled at the pain it caused. She was even more shocked by her body's reaction. The blows continued to reign down upon her naked body, sometimes catching at the end of the cup driving it further into her ass, sometimes striking the paper clip on her clit. As he continued to spank her with the ruler, she started to moan – at the pain – and at the pleasure each stroke brought her. Pretty soon she was thrusting herself back to meet the sharp sting of metal. Mr. Hardesty was very happy with his slut. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly time for the next stage of her training. He laid down the ruler. He grabbed four scarves from the box and quickly tied Allison's hand and feet to each of the four corners of the stool. Next her removed the binder clips from her nipples. As the blood rushed backed to her tortured nipples, Allison screamed. The sensation was unbearable! Her pussy was sopping wet, begging to be filled. Her ass felt deliciously full. She couldn't remember every being so horny in her life. "Well, slut, you've made up for indiscretion yesterday in the exam room. However, you have to prove yourself now." What did me mean prove herself? "You will enjoy making me happy, won't you, slut?" Submitting to his will, she said, "Yes, Sir, I want to make you happy." "You're about to," he said. Something in his voice frightened her. What could he possibly be meaning to do to her now? As if timed, she heard Mrs. Stubbenbaker's voice come over the intercom. "Mr. Hardesty, Phil from accounting is here for your morning appointment." "Excellent! Send him back! I'm eager for him to meet my new assistant!" Turning to Allison he continued, "I'm sure Phil will be as delighted with you as I am, slut." He was going to leave her here! Tied over the stool, naked and exposed, for some stranger to see! She couldn't believe this! She thought she had endured all the humiliation but she had no idea he would resort to this. She heard the door open. A voice, she assumed it was Phil, boomed, "Well, well, well, what have we here?" She heard footsteps approaching her. "This is my new assistant, Phil. As you can see, she's assisting me – by holding my writing utensils." Both men laughed at her predicament. Allison felt her face go beat red – she was mortified! "Would you mind if I have a go with her before our meeting, Ian?" "Not at all. Look at how wet her pussy is. I just punished her and she's drenched." She felt fingers probing at her cunt lips. "My, she is wet, Ian. Where did you find such an attractive little whore?" A whore? He was calling her a whore? Then he moved his hand, shoving two fingers deep into her. "Man, is she tight, she fits around my fingers like a glove." Phil began thrusting his fingers in and out. Allison's breath caught, and before she could stop herself, her hips began thrusting into his hand, urging him deeper. Hardesty Co. Ch. 02 The men's laughter boomed out at her wantonness. "Have you tried to fist her yet?" "I only managed to get four fingers up her, and that was a stretch," Mr. Hardesty laughed. Phil shoved a third finger into her cunt and started working them in and out as fast as he could, making sure to bump her G-spot everytime. Allison was almost at her peak when he withdrew his fingers. "Noooo!" she cried. "Put them back! I'm so close! Fuck me please!" Allison was horny beyond comprehension. All she could think about was climaxing. Her pussy needed something to fill it. "She's not very well trained, Ian." She felt a breath on her ear, then Mr. Hardesty's lowered voice, "You will control yourself. Do you want this man to think you are just a cunt? That all you need is something between your legs? You're such a filthy pervert. Look how you degrade yourself with your behavior, slut." He was right, she thought. I am disgusting and perverted and dirty. What kind of person can get off on this? She felt tears well in her eyes. They spilled down her cheeks. Mr. Hardesty caught one with his thumb. Speaking low again so only she could hear, "Tears don't change what you are, slut." He ran a caressing hand over her face, before returning to his desk. "Now, Phil, about the Brooks account..." Hardesty Co. "Yes, clearly you enjoy this. How about taking a fourth one?" He chuckled when Allison quickly shook her head no. "Oh, but I think you would." Allison gasped as he forced his fourth digit into her pussy. She felt her walls stretching around his fingers. She had never felt so full before. "Allison, your hole is very tight. This pleases me greatly." While talking, he reached his left hand up and began pinching her nipples roughly. He started thrusting his fingers harder, in and out, and in and out. "I can feel your juices through the glove. You're such a dirty girl, Allison, getting off on your bosses fingers." Allison's breathing was labored. She was so close. She could feel her orgasm building. His naughty words weren't humiliating her; they were making her even hornier! "Allison, I want you to cum when I tell you to. Not before then, or I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?" When she didn't respond right away, he used his left hand to smack her tits. "Answer me!" In her befuddled state, she must not have answered quickly enough, because he continued to slap at her breasts. "Yes, Sir! I understand, Sir! I won't cum until you say!" It was going to be a challenge though, she thought as she fought to control her orgasm. Mr. Hardesty was apparently satisfied. He stopped smacking her breasts, but he wasn't quite through with her yet. He quickly took his left hand and scooped up some of the lube from the tool tray. He unceremoniously shot two fingers up her ass. Allison howled. At first it was painful, then the sensations started building, and she was thrusting up and back trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers in her pussy and ass. "You're such a naughty slut, Allison. You're ass is so tight and warm around my fingers." Allison was finding it more and more difficult to maintain her control. "I know you're getting close, but you better not cum, slut." Hearing his words pushed Allison over the edge. She tried to stop her orgasm but she couldn't! Her juices ran over his fingers as they fucked her holes. She felt her body clenching and unclenching around his fingers. Her entire body was shaking in spasms of pleasure. When she began to calm, Mr. Hardesty removed his fingers. He stalked over to the wastebasket and tore off his gloves before throwing them inside. He walked back over to her, his face grim. "Look at you, lying there naked and spread like some trashy whore." His gray gaze raked over her body. His words penetrated Allison's post-orgasm haze. Belatedly, she realized he was right! Oh my God, what did I do, was her first thought. She felt a blush coming up her cheeks. She frantically closed her legs and tried to cover her breasts with hands. She couldn't believe she had let her boss do these things to her! "No, don't cover up. Lay back and open your legs again." Allison looked at him incredulously. There was no way she was doing that! He reached over and forced his hands between her thighs. He gripped her clit and began pinching and twisting it. Allison writhed in pain. "You will obey me. Now lay back and open up." Allison relented and did as he commanded. "That's better. Now play with yourself." She hesitated and he quickly began tormenting her clit again. She hastily slid her hands down her body. "Use your hands to pinch your nipples. Harder! Now tug them. I want to see you lift those heavy breasts up by them." When her breasts were at a sufficient height he continued, "Now bounce them around by your nipples." He made her do this for probably thirty seconds or so. Allison's breasts hurt her so badly. This guy is a madman! She couldn't believe she was doing this though! And she started feeling herself get turned on again. "That's enough, now I want you to slide your hands down to your pussy. Spread your lips for me. I want to see that clit." Mr. Hardesty stood between her legs and enjoyed the view for another minute or so. "Pinch your clit hard with your left hand. Use your right hand and jam three fingers into your cunt. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Imagine they're my cock. Tell me how it feels." Reluctantly, but fearing further torment, Allison did as he asked. "Your cock feels so good, Sir. I can feel it stretching me open. I can feel the wetness of my juices coating your cock. Oh, Sir, faster!" she moaned. Allison's hand was moving at light speed now, pistoning in and out of her pussy. She pinched her clit harder drawing a gasp from her lips. She could feel another orgasm building as he watched her ministrations. She was so close! "Stop!" At first Allison didn't hear him. He started slapping her breasts again, and she quickly removed her fingers from her pussy. After another few slaps, he stopped. "You will not come again. I am very disappointed in you! You have not even been in my employ two hours and you have disobeyed me already!" He was angry? But this made no sense. What had she done? "Don't look so meek, slut," he bit off angrily. His eyes were once again hard and cold. "You know what you did. You deliberately disobeyed me. You will apologize at once." Confused, but not wanting to anger him further, Allison began, "Yes, Sir. I am sorry! It won't happen again, Sir!" "You're sorry for what?" For the life of her she couldn't figure out what she had done wrong! Her answer wasn't fast enough for her and he once again started beating her breasts. They were turning a bright red from his abuse, when it dawned on her. "I am sorry, Sir, for cumming without your permission. I will never cum without your permission again," she said with tears in her eyes. He stopped slapping her. "That's better. However you will have to be punished. You will report back to my office tomorrow at seven sharp. From now on you will address me only as Sir. I will address you as 'slut' in all non business situations. Is this understood?" Why was she taking this, she wondered. She could not deny that his treatment of her was arousing her though. She contemplated before saying, "Yes, Sir." "That's settled then. Now get dressed, slut, and go home. You will not cum or touch yourself before tomorrow. Tomorrow, you will be punished..." He walked out the door, leaving her to quickly gather her clothing.