8 comments/ 110344 views/ 12 favorites The Merger Ch. 02 By: Watcher98 He leaned back and looked her over as she, apparently reluctantly, stood up. God she was as beautiful as Janet had said. Tall, slim, gorgeous tits, and a clear attitude of confidence, even defiance, surprising for a 19 year old. She shook her head casually and reached up to move her light blond hair from her eyes. He wondered if she was as confident as she appeared. He doubted it. "Turn around" he said, calmly. "What?" she shot back, incredulous. "I said 'Turn around'. Do you have a problem with that, Miss Barclay?" Good girl, Jackman thought, as she relented. Obviously daddy had spelled out the deal. She slowly began to rotate. He watched keenly as she moved for him, her perfect ass accentuated by her low-cut jeans, her face and throat reddening at this blatantly humiliating inspection. He stood up. She stole a look at him as he rose to his full 6' 2" height, His cock was swollen, aroused by the innocent but defiant creature at his command. He moved around the large desk, about to circle his prey. He moved close to her, from behind, her eyes forward. He touched her hair, pulling it gently, the backs of his fingers grazing her neck. He spoke to her in a low voice. "You understand your new place in this organization, don't you Miss Barclay?" He watched as she swallowed. She didn't say anything. "Did your father explain the rules? And the consequences of failing to follow the rules?" She looked like she was going to pass out. It aroused him even more. "Yes" she responded quietly, and upon hearing her own, small girlish voice, her defiance cracking. "Pardon?" While he stood behind her, so close to her, he could feel her shaking. He imagined her pussy throbbing now, engorging, becoming slick. His cock was responding, becoming engorged, pushing against his trousers. "Yes, yes Sir." "Good girl. Then we wont have any problems will we?" He moved his hand slowly, surely down over her chest, and took her left breast in his large hand. He began to massage it, pinching and rolling the nipple carelessly between his finger and thumb. She was breathing quickly. He heard a groan leave her lips as he tightened his fingers on the now protruding, sensitive nipple. "ughhh...Nnno sir" He pushed her suddenly forward. She caught herself from falling by putting her hands on his desk, the desk that used to belong to her father. Where was her father now for godsakes? How could he have agreed to this? She felt his hands now moving over her waist, her hips. She was feeling faint, and she knew that he had felt her nipple stiffening under his touch. She felt betrayed by her body, her pussy was throbbing, and believed that if she touched herself she would feel wetness spreading, her panties probably soaked, even now. "Take off your jeans, Ms. Barclay." "P-pardon.. uh,, pardon Sir?" "I think you heard me. Did you hear me?" "Yes Sir." "Don't make me repeat myself." She stood back up, and nervously started unbuttoning her jeans. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she pulled on the silver button, four or five inches below her recently pierced belly button, and slid the very short zipper down. The top of her low thong panties revealed itself to her - she dreaded letting him see that she was wet - she knew now that her panties would be a sloshy mess. She began to slowly wriggle her jeans down. She felt his eyes on her perfect, tight ass. She slid them down to her knees and stood straight again. "All the way, Vicky." Vicky? Only her father called her Vicky. The nerve of this asshole. She stood there, defiant, refusing to move, a tear slipping down her cheek. SMACK!!! The pain from the slap on her ass made her yelp. She caught herself again on the desk. She was sure that Janet heard the noise, and for just a second she thought that she would come to her aid. Then she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, knowing that the always professional Janet would be intensely loyal to her boss. There would be no help from her. "Take them off, Vicky. Don't pretend like you have a choice." She hesitated, but only briefly, the tears welling up again. She stood, kicking off her shoes and wriggling the jeans down, bending as she pushed them over her knees, pulling them off her left ankle over her shoe. He deftly moved her feet apart with the tip of his expensive, highly-polished black leather shoe, leaving her crumpled jeans wrapped around her right ankle. He pushed her forward and again she caught herself on the edge of his desk. Yes, now it was Mr. Jackman's desk, she admitted to herself, feeling a profound sense of defeat and resignation, the power of this man making itself evident. She was exposed and knew what was coming. He took his time. He squeezed, probed, caressed her flesh. His hands moved over her athletic, toned body, moving over her hips, rolling the strings of her thong slighty as his hand moved down over her ass. Her warm, engorged pussy was slick and pulsing despite her best efforts to think about something, anything else but his strong hands and probably large, likely stiff cock still in his pants. His expert hand moved now between her legs, pushing the wet, silky material of her thong into the gooey wetness of her cunt. Her head fell forward and her back arched as his fingers easily pushed the sheer material deep inside of her. Another groan escaped through her clenched teeth. "My, aren't you excited. I think you are going to be very useful to this company, Vicky. Unlike your tired, pathetic father." He continued to move his hand there, the sheer material stimulating her already stiff and extremely sensitive clit. His other hand took her long hair firmly in a mane, causing her chin to tilt upwards despite her feeble resistance. She felt herself fighting the desire to reach back and feel his cock, the cock of this titan of business, the man who had deftly orchestrated her father's demise. This man was clearly in charge of her, like no man, including her father, had ever been. The thought made her despise her father for being weak. Jackman had, in short order, made her powerful father seem impotent. To her utter embarrassment, she felt an orgasm building as he moved his hand there and whispered harshly in her ear. "You will come here everyday after school. And before entering my office, Janet will check to make sure you aren't wearing any underwear - no bra, no panties. You will report to my office and be prepared to do anything I ask. Anything. Do you understand Vicky? "Y-yes Sir" she stammered. The first orgasm came as a wave that crashed over her body, starting deep inside, moving upwards over her belly, and up through the hardening tips of her breasts, causing her to buckle at the knees. He caught her at the hips, and she regained her balance. He continued to relentlessly finger her, now pulling the thong material to one side. His fingers explored her perfectly hairless pussy, moving along her swollen labia, teasing her hard clit. He inserted a thick finger into her eager snatch. She felt her hot juices running down the inside of her thigh. Another finger moved in beside the first, stretching her tight hole further, and pushing more juices from her. Reflexively, she moved back onto his hand. God, his thumb was pushing on her virgin anus now as he moved his fingers in and out. She wondered how his cock would taste. Then, seemingly reading her thoughts, he brought his dripping, wet fingers to her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked them in, hating herself for being so easy. Her head moved on his fingers now, taking them in and out of her pretty, hot mouth. She realized that she was beginning to crave his approval, that she was trying to impress him. That realization repulsed her, and she gagged on his fingers. He took her firmly by the hair. "Do you want the real thing, Vicky? Is that what you need?" he breathed. He looked at her face as he held her close to his own, her tears had dried on her cheek, and her perfect ruby red lips were wet with her own cum. She clearly hated him, but was obviously well under his control, and he knew it. Nevertheless, she still showed some spirit, some defiance was left. It made him want to possess even her more completely. "Take out my cock, Vicky. Get on your knees and suck my cock for me with those pretty lips." She dropped to her knees, now dejectedly compliant. Her jeans were still wrapped around her ankle as she unbuckled his belt. The pants came undone, and she slid his fly down to reveal his bulge. Her face was close enough to him to feel the heat from his cock, which filled and stretched his white jockeys. She resisted the temptation to put her nose there, to breathe in his musky scent, until he took that choice away, and pulled her face towards him, pushing his massive, swollen cock against her. The motion caused his prick to spring from his waistband, and her eyes widened as the purple, bulbous head exposed itself, the long thick shaft stiffening now, a drop of precum oozing from the tip of his manhood. He continued to hold her head by the hair. "That's a good girl. Show me what you have learned at school." She looked up at him briefly (was that respect?) and took the shaft gently in her manicured hand, leaning over the head of his cock. She took his prick inside her hot, wet, now hungry mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. He felt the heat of her mouth first, then the delicate texture of her lips and tongue on the head of his cock. He knew she wouldn't be able to take all of him very easily, but it was obvious that she was doing her best. He watched as she pulled her mouth off his cock, and slid her tongue down over the length of his shaft. Her eyes were closed now, as she took the head into back into her wet mouth, her cheeks wet with her own cum and saliva. He leaned back against the desk, and began to speak. "I hear you are a good student, Vicky. From now on you will bring me your grades, and show me all your test scores. I expect you to maintain your 4.0 average. If I learn that you are slipping at your school work, there will be consequences." She looked up at him, acknowledging his demand, dutifully sucking and licking his hard, wet cock. She wondered if her father would need to monitor her school progress anymore. She had always shown him her marks, and he had been strict but ...perhaps now it would be good enough for Mr. Jackman to review her progress at school. He pushed his hips towards her, causing her to gag slightly as his cock moved against the back of her throat... she did her best to recover. Her fine blond hair was sticking to her wet cheeks as he defiled her mouth. Her aching pussy throbbed. She didn't dare touch it without his permission. "You will carry a cell phone with you. When I call you, I expect you to respond immediately to my request, no matter what it is." He moved his hips now, slowly, rhythmically, fucking her face. She groaned audibly as she wondered what he would tell her to do over the phone. She briefly imagined sliding the vibrating cellphone into to her pussy. "Finally, you will tell your father everything that happens in this office, leaving no detail out." Shocked, she made a animal-like noise like a grunt. Inexplicably, she began to cum again, and her aching pussy gushed, her own juices coating the insides of her thighs. She couldn't imagine humiliating her father that way - could she? But 30 minutes ago, she couldn't have imagined that she would have this man's huge cock in her mouth, his fingers wound so tightly in her hair. She groaned again, her voice muffled by the meat of his cock stuffed in her mouth. Her right hand placed gingerly on his hip, the other holding his shaft, she could feel the stiffness in his cock growing, the head swelling even more. He came then, hot cum flooding her mouth and causing her to choke. He grunted, and held her head firmly, forcing her to deal with the gushing jism. It dribbled out of the sides of her mouth as she tried unsuccessfully to swallow his hot load. His cum dripped onto her t-shirt, near her nipples which were full and hard and pressed visibly against the sheer cotton. Now the t-shirt was wet, stained with his seed. Unconsciously, she spread the cum over her nipples through the material with her free hand. The gesture wasn't lost on him. He smirked as he pulled out of her mouth, shiny cock still massive but softening, and did up his pants, belt. Victoria was still on her knees, a cum-stained mess. "I think you may work out fine, Vicky. That's good enough for the first day. You can collect your father and go home. He will need a ride." She stood up, still off balance, and wriggled back into her jeans, not making eye contact. "Uhm...He has a car, Sir." "Not anymore, Vicky. That was a company car. You will have to drive him home." That would prove to be an interesting ride, he thought, watching her as she nervously gathered herself together. He sat behind his desk and pressed the intercom. "Janet, Miss Barclay is finished for today." END OF PART II To be continued! The Merger Ch. 03 Victoria's head swam as she left the office. Cum-stained, makeup smeared and hair a sticky mess, she gathered herself as she passed Janet who looked at her with what Victoria read as disdain while she talked into her tiny telephone headset. Clearly Janet was no longer someone that Victoria could count as a subordinate - the next time she was in Janet would be checking her for underwear for godsake. "Excuse me, Vicky. You forgot something." Janet purred. Victoria stopped in her tracks. She wondered what could be next. "Your new phone." She held out a tiny, sleek, smooth, silver flip phone. "Keep it charged and on. And don't let it ring, well....vibrate, more than five times. Mr. Jackman is a busy man. Oh, and you can't make outbound calls on that phone, so don't bother trying." Taking the phone and pulling her Louis Vuitton purse over her shoulder in a gesture designed to show confidence, she walked along the corridor, trying her best to avoid the stares of the office staff. She dug in her purse for her keys as she entered the lobby. "Miss Barclay?" A security guard spoke from behind the reception desk. "Um, Miss Barclay I have been asked to tell you that you cant park out front anymore. That's the executive area. The employee area is around back, and we have a spot reserved for you - afternoons after 4:00" She wondered if this could get any worse. Did the entire company know about Jackman's arrangement? "I know", she said, acting as if she knew about this latest humiliation, that it was no big deal. As she came out into the lot, a tear rolled down her face. Goddamit, how did her father let this happen? Was Jackman so good that he had orchestrated the whole merger and had the time to orchestrate this humiliation of her and her father so thoroughly and completely? She unlocked her shiny VW bug and sat inside. She took out her old cell phone and called into the office. She did not plan to walk all the way down the hall to her father's new office (next to the bathroom for godsake) and then leave with him, the pair of them enduring the snickers and stares of the office staff. He would have to run that gauntlet on his own. Reception put her through to his new office line. He answered directly, as he no longer had a secretary. "Yes?" "Dad it's me." She was pissed, and she wanted him to know it. "I am out front. I understand you know longer have a car, so I am waiting here for you for five minutes. If you can't finish up in the next five you can take a goddamn taxi home." "Oh.. I understand." There was a long pause. "Honey, I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way, I..." She cut him off. "Sure. Whatever." "I.. I was just outmaneuvered." He was practically whispering. "Jackman is a very smart businessman - I have to win this company back somehow..." "Fuck that dad. You totally fucked up." Tears began to well up. "You have no idea what I have been though today. Now, I don't plan to sit here in this fucking parking lot for then next half an hour waiting for people to pass by and laugh at me, so you better get your ass out here as soon as you can." "I will be out in a couple of minutes.. I have a report I have to finish up for.. uh..Jackman. I'm sorry baby" Fucking Jackman. Victoria sat there waiting, and the events of the afternoon coursed through her mind. She started the engine, turning on the CD player. She put her head back against the headrest as the sounds of 50 Cent filled the car. She could smell Jackman now, on her clothing...she could feel his hot, turgid cock in her mouth, his strong hands kneading her ass, his thick fingers inside her aching pussy - Jesus she was getting wet again. What had he told her? That she should be available at all times for him on her phone... that she should report each day after school to his office wearing no panties, that she had to maintain her high average at school, that she should tell everything to her father LEAVING NO DETAILS OUT. How would he know if she did that or not? She would definitely not be doing that. He could go fuck himself - what she talked about with her father was up to her. Or was it? Ultimately she knew that she would do everything he told her to. He had established his dominance over her quite firmly, and she had fallen under his control like a pathetic little slave. As this realization hit home, her nipples tightened and she felt her pussy contract and moisten again. She felt like she was on the downward plunge of a very high roller coaster, and her stomach lurched as her hand dropped into her lap, coaxing down the short zipper of her jeans, unable to avoid pleasuring herself again. Her fingers grazed the tip of her swollen and sensitive clit, and she pushed there, feeling the electrical current surging through her cunt, into her thighs.. down to her toes... she was so wet still, her hot little pussy offered no resistance to her fingers as they pushed inside her, her knuckles scraping against the abrasive zipper of her jeans as she finger fucked herself. She arched her back and began a low moan when the passenger door opened startling her. Her father clambered into the passenger seat of the little car, barely able to fit himself onto the seat which was, unfortunately, adjusted forward. He reached down and slid the seat back. She deftly pulled up her zipper and smoothed her slick fingers on her jeans, leaving a sticky damp mark on the denim. He looked at her. God she was a mess. "Jesus. Baby. What did that asshole do to you?" She shifted gears, hit the gas and backed out, squealing the tires. Her face was red with humiliation and anger. They pulled out onto the highway. He tried to explain himself, how the merger had gone sour, that their market position was compromised, that before they knew it Jackman had bought up subsidiaries that were part of their bid, that they had no leverage, etc, etc. etc. Victoria had had enough of the excuses. "Do you have any idea of what he did to me? Do you have any idea what he is going to do to me?" She caught herself. "What?" He said quietly, seemingly bracing himself. "What did he make you do?" She started. Almost a whisper. "He made me undress. I took off my jeans" He stared out the window at the highway zipping by. She answered quietly, barely above the hum of the traffic. "He touched me." Her father was just as quiet. "Where. How?" His face was red. She swallowed. She was sure he would freak out. "He put his fingers inside me". She looked to him quickly for a reaction.. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Was that it? Wasn't he going to lose it? Instead, she was the one who lost it. She snapped off the music. "He fingered my goddamn pussy.. Did you hear me, Daddy?" What was his problem?? It was like he knew all this would happen. Now she was determined to get a reaction. "I sucked his cock". She looked away from the road long enough to notice his fingers tighten on his leg. She knew this had to be humiliating for him. Her pulse was racing. Her pussy tingled and began to throb. God, somehow this fucked up situation was turning her on. "You know what dad? He's got a pretty big cock." She let that sink in. She was speeding up, going close to 90 mph. "And I have to admit, that when I was sucking that big cock, all I could think about was how he had fucked you over, and how easily he did it." He winced. "Motherfucker!" he said. He shifted in his seat and looked out the window. She lowered her voice. "He told me to get on my knees and I did, and, you know what? I was really wet, and I sucked his cock and I was wet and I fingered myself and I couldn't think about anything but cumming and thinking about his fat cock inside me. " "Stop it, Victoria, for goddsakes!" he said, exasperated. "Don't you know what you are doing to me?" "What I am doing to you? No, Dad, I am going to tell you everything, because you put me in this situation, you lame bastard." She realized at that point that she was doing everything Jackman had told her to do, right down to the detail. He was, in fact, very good. She started at the beginning, calmly relating everything with precision. The humiliation of hearing her father gets reamed out over the phone, the realization that Jackman intended to turn her into a sexual servant, the disgust that turned to desire, the throbbing in her pussy as he calmly and deliberately rolled each stiff nipple between his fingers, how she had cum twice, once without even being touched. How she was still wet thinking about his fingers inside her, and how his load of cum had stained her t-shirt. As she relived it, her pussy tingled, pulsed and throbbed. She was barely able to concentrate on the road, and nearly missed the turnoff. Her father remained stoic, staring out the window. She felt nothing but disgust for him - his weakness, his ineffectiveness, his passivity. She sensed something else too. She sensed that, in some sick way, he was enjoying hearing about this as much as she was getting turned on telling him about it. That really, he didn't want her to stop. A quick look down to his lap revealed the truth. His pants had a telltale bulge, which he was unsuccessfully attempting to cover with his hand. She turned her car into the driveway, and parked. "Get out." She hissed. He did so, a sheepish look towards her as he climbed out of the little car. He closed the door. She sat there, taking a breath. She looked in the rear view mirror, and started to fix her makeup. Her mother didn't need to know about this. She would have to go directly to a shower so that her mother wouldn't smell his scent on her. The hot water rained down on her. She had red marks on her knees where she had knelt sucking his cock. Her nipples were a dark red, darker than they had ever been before it seemed. She soaped herself generously massaging her sensitive breasts, and running her hand down over her firm belly toward her pussy. God she was still so horny. She needed to bring herself off. Generously soaping her hands, she began to press her fingers into her hot, slick pussy, her clit already engorged. Her fingers moved there as she bent her knees and kept her balance against the shower glass with her other hand.. Someone began knocking on the bathroom door. "Honey! Dinner's ready! Hurry up,, it's getting cold!" Her mother. Godammit! She needed to get off. Pissed off, she rinsed quickly and got out, her pussy still warm and slick. When Victoria came downstairs wearing her robe, her mother was, as usual, finishing up a phone call, going on about her own issues in dealing with the country club charity event, and how some of the women were shirking responsibilities, and how she was the only one who was putting in any real effort. She sat down with Victoria at the table. "You look all flushed dear." she said, lifting a glass of red wine. Her father came into the room, feigning confidence and bravado. He sat down at the head of the table, the women on either side. The maid laid out the dinner in front of them. How was your day dear?" Simone asked. "Fine, just fine" he lied, easily it seemed. Victoria gagged on her food. Her mother looked at her startled. "Honey what's wrong?" Her father looked at her with a reproachful expression. She glared back at him. "Nothing." she said. The table was silent, until her mother filled the vacuum with more of her banter. She was beautiful - once a trophy wife - but she was no genius. The dinner went on, as usual, with nothing being mentioned of Jackman and the way that he had brought chaos into the relationship between Victoria and her father. Later, Barton lay in his bed next to his sleeping wife. Sleep would not come easily this night. His mind churned with the thought of that prick Jackman fondling his beautiful daughter. What she had described to him of the events that afternoon should have repulsed him.. it had, hadn't it? But he couldn't deny the fact that he had been repulsed and disturbingly aroused at the same time, and now as he lay there, his cock was fully erect, and demanding surreptitious attention. In his weakened state he could come up with no other solution than to retreat to his ensuite bathroom and attend to himself. Tomorrow would be another day. In the bedroom down the plush hallway, Victoria lay in bed in a tiny t-shirt and thong panties, her mind awash with what had happened that day. She tried to shut the sexual images out of her thoughts, but despite her best efforts, the tingling in her pussy was once again turning to a throb, and her belly lurched as she thought about her father's cock responding to the humiliation that she had put him through. She thought of the years that she had teased her father, walking around the house semi-naked, sitting in his lap, knowing full well that he lusted after her. She reveled in it in fact, and now she saw everything from an entirely different perspective. In the past, she believed him to be powerful, in control, dominant. She felt that if he wanted something, he would just take it. Now she knew that he could be controlled, manipulated, and most importantly, that he had been beaten thoroughly at his own game by a superior male. And she realized that she no longer needed or wanted his attention. She craved the approval of the man who had bested him. And she would do whatever it took to satisfy him. She brought herself off thinking of his hot, hard cock slapping her ass. She grunted and moaned as she came, her fluids dampening the sheets. As her eyes fell closed, she looked to the silver flipphone on her bedside table, its light blinking green reassuringly. TO BE CONTINUED...