1 comments/ 13021 views/ 2 favorites Puff Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is science fiction, cast in the future. No resemblance to persons, places, or events is intended or should be inferred. ***** Puff and her boyfriend, Ray, are at the train station. Both are recent graduates in fine (traditional) and applied art. Ray is boarding a train for the Big Apple, where he has been hired by a major museum. Puff has been hired by a large corporation specializing in care-giving and assisted living for the geriatrics, the largest segment of the population. In the gerontocracy, the majority of the budgets of governments is directed to the maintenance of septuagenarians and disabled citizens. Workers in this environment are required to labor until their seventieth birthday. Those eighty or older must rely on their own resources. Puff and Ray bid fond farewell and promise to stay in touch. Puff takes public transportation home, where she lives with her parents. She would be depressed at the loss of her long-time boy friend, but tomorrow she starts her new job. That new job promises to be interesting and exciting. Puff has had no experience outside of school. How does Puff measure up? Her measurements are: 5'7"; 125 lbs; 35B-25-35; shoe size 7; blonde hair; green eyes; fair, northern European complexion; slightly nearsighted (wears glasses). She could be a model if she worked at it; however, she is shy and uncomfortable on stage. Her four year "on again, off again" relation with Ray diminished her social life, left her a 21-year-old virgin, earned her a Phi Beta Kappa key, and a "tramp stamp" tattoo done while a college freshman saying "RAY" inside an ellipse. The ellipse vaguely resembled the Ford logo. She goes from time to time thinking of having it removed; however, she lacks the discretionary capital. Besides that, Puff always returns to Ray after a hiatus. Arriving at home after seeing Ray off, Puff's mom has set aside her supper under the microwave splash cover. Her brother Morris, two years her junior, stopped by to tease her about her affair with Ray. He was always trying to hack into her e-mail or social media page. But tonight Morris sensed it is better to let sleeping dogs lie. Once in bed, Puff relieved the tension by pinching, pulling, and twisting her clitoris. She could imagine the mortification and humiliation if anyone knew of her masturbation practices. Sometimes Puff would dream of being a show girl on stage, having to masturbate and cum for an audience. She was horrified at the thought of having her orgasm face posted on the internet. Her comely clit engorged and tumescent with sanguine arousal, Puff commingled pleasure and pain to build to an earth-shattering climax. Cause and effect reversed; lightning followed thunder; a black sun darkened the wold, casting luminescent shadows. Her firm, carved ivory derriere nestled in a pool of vaginal fluid; the viscous puddle cold and sticky to the touch. But Puff was too emotionally drained to arise, change the bed linens, and clean her slimy pussy. Puff drifted into that hypnagogic state between sleep and wakefulness. The big "U" enthralled her; she was leaving her comfort zone with dad and mom and having to share a bathroom with her younger brother Morris. The next morning arrives with a squabble over rights to the bathroom; Morris is enjoying making Puff wait. Finally a cross word from mom passes the family through the horns of this dilemma. Puff leaves in a flash and arrives at the huge office building with time to spare. She loiters a brief moment in the women's restroom before joining the work-force. It is then that she feels how swollen her precious pearl is. Marge, the office administrative assistant shows Puff to her desk and work area. As Marge is showing Puff the break room, another of the office girls comes up to Marge and tells her that Mr. Jolt, the company executive wants to talk privately to Puff. Marge leads Puff through a row of identical cubes, each housing perfectly coiffured, stylishly dressed women. Puff feels that these beauties are a step out of her league. What would Mr. Jolt have in mind for her? The office is fashioned after a quarter round, with Mr. Jolt's office at the apex. He also has a private elevator to permit to the outside world without his staff of female beauties knowing. Every stick of furniture in Mr. Jolt's office is premium grade, center cut mahogany. His business is warehousing geriatrics cheaply and squeezing every penny from the senile old grumpies. Business is good. Had Puff had more street savvies or friends in business, she would have known that behind the facade of professionalism Mr. Jolt is little more than an evil-smelling, lecherous, hoary old curmudgeon. He is the epitome of "the dirty old man." Marge and Puff enter Mr. Jolt's office. Marge starts to speak with a cautionary voice, but Mr. Jolt is horny and vile as he orders Marge from the office. Marge frowns but reluctantly leaves. Jolt approaches Puff. She can smell acrid, ancient perspiration only partially masked by expensive, imported cologne. Puff backs up a step, but Jolt is "all hands." He pulls Puff towards him and rips open her starched cotton blouse. Pulling down her white cotton bra he exposes her "B-cup" teats with puckered areola from the cool, air conditioned office. Puff is too surprised to react as Jolt fondles her breasts and sinks his rotting, cavity-filled teeth into the soft flesh of her perfectly proportioned mammary, drawing blood. Puff regains control and warns: "I will scream." Jolt slaps Puff's face hard and backs away, summonsing Marge on the office intercom. Puff tries to pull her clothes back together with limited success. Marge enters the office. "Get this 'goody two shoes' out of my sight," Jolt demands. Marge grabs Puff's hand and leads her to the private elevator. Once alone with Puff, Marge offer Puff a wad of large denomination banknotes. Puff refuses at first. Marge explains that Mr. Jolt will get his way. She will gain nothing but pain and suffering if she refuses the offer. Puff feels like a prostitute for the first time in her life. At least, she reckons, her experience with "the Jolt" is over. At lease, she assumed that it was over. Puff carefully hid the money and told her parents that she did not like the job. One can always quit a job after a short period of time without prejudice. Puff was glad to see the end of that lewd, lustful lecherous dirty old man, Mr. Jolt. She filed it away and got herself a job in retail sales. It turns out that there are always available in retails. Unbeknown to Puff was the fact that Jolt discovered from his security people that Puff was a virgin. He ordered his security people to investigate Puff's family and make a detailed report, including financials, exposures, and social life. The security personnel working for Mr. Jolt's firm asked no question as to why they are to do an in-depth investigation of the twenty-one year-old girl Puff Jones. They collect all the public information first: driver's license, credit history, year book information, court records, and newspaper articles. After the public records, the security team delves into bank account history, dental records, college transcripts, letters of recommendation, and medical records. As they were winding up their investigation on Puff, Mr. Jolt called and asked for them to expand their search include her parents, siblings (one younger brother), and close friends (her only close friend was her ex-boy friend). What immersed was a more-or-less typical middle-class family. Her brother sometimes surfs sexual sites, but never kiddy porn. The presented a hundred page report on Puff, her family, and friends. Mr. Jolt reviews the in-depth analysis on Puff. He notices that her father, the bread winner of the family, works for a company that does re-work on geriatric aids and devices. One of their principal clients employs Ed Jones, Puff's father. Mr. Jolt wastes no time in contacting the CEO and chairman of the board of Puff father's employer. The issue put before the Jones family is simple and clear: make Puff available for Jolt's pleasure and be rewarded or protect Puff. There was no question that Puff will eventually come vulnerable. Likewise, there is the career of Morris to consider. There was no doubt that this is an offer that the parents of Puff could not refuse. "We are having a dinner guest tonight, Puff," Puff's mother announces. "He is a major customer of dad's company." Puff was surprised and wonders who that might be. Puff busies herself setting out the fine china and silverware. She notices a large black limousine pull up on front of the house and a fat man wearing an expensive suit emerges: it is none other than Mr. Jolt. Puff blanches and runs to her room, slamming the door to. Puff's father speaks to her through the door: "Come down and help your mother serve, Puff. This is a very important person. He is offering us a deal we cannot refuge." Puff knows that Mr. Jolt will get his way, one way or the other. She looks through her window and sees Mr. Jolt exiting the limousine, being assisted by two thugs. Puff reluctantly opens the door and accompanies dad to greet the executive. After they have eaten, Mr. Jolt takes Puff's hand and asks: "Where is your room, Puff? You can entertain me there." Puff struggles not to throw up. She leads him to her room and closes the door behind them. "I have enjoyed your breasts before, girl," Mr. Jolt comments, "today it will be a simple blow job. You must swallow. Understood Puff?" "Y.. yes, sir," Puff answers. Mr. Jolt drops his pants and hocks his drawers. His boxer shorts have a yellow stain in the front and a skid in the rear Puff is disgusted. He is wearing a most expensive male cologne. Mr. Jolt pushes Puff into a kneeling position and grabs her hair. He pulls her hair back. Puff gags as he forces his foul-smelling penis into her clean, maintained mouth. It may have been five minutes for him to cum, but it seemed like an eternity, having his cock in her mouth. He came and Puff, for life and love, swallowed the ejecta. "Next time I will bust your cherry, Puff," Mr. Jolt promises. Then, as a finality, I will sodomize you." He pulls up his britches. Puff runs to the toilet to flush out her mouth. She vomits. No wonder the communists are thriving. Puff Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is science fiction, cast in the future. No resemblance to persons, places, or events is intended or should be inferred. ***** Morris, Puff's younger brother, was aware of some severe problems in the structure of the family. The father applied for an overseas assignment with the company. His request was granted almost immediately and he bade goodbye. More money coming in did not seem to satisfy his mother. She had become hypercritical of her surroundings and lost herself in the activities of the church. Morris noticed several odd things happening on the internet and discussed the matter with some of his friends. Friends who also were hackers. To stay beneath the government's spying they never discussed personal matters anywhere in cyberspace. They began to paint a picture of corruption and wanton immoral acts by a syndicate of wealthy businessmen. It seems as though the government, now totally owned and subservient to a small group of billionaires, shielded the wealthy from obedience to the law. Ray calls Morris from the university. He says that he has heard some rumors and wants Morris's advice. Puff is not returning his calls. Moreover, one of the recent "Hotties on Line" bears a striking resemblance to Puff. "Tell me it's not so," Ray asks Morris. "Everyone has been acting crazy ever since some business tycoon came to visit a few weeks ago," Morris replies. "I'm not comfortable talking about this on the phone or on line. When you be coming home? For Thanksgiving break?" "Yes," Ray replies, "for sure." Puff stays more to herself after giving Mr. Jolt a blow job. She tries to rid her mind of the fetid odor and foul taste of Mr. Jolt's unclean, unwashed penis. His repugnant body odor partially masked by expensive cologne was sickening. The though of letting him take her virginity depressed Puff. She waits on the phone call or e-mail "inviting" her to the huge executive building and the concealed private elevator to Mr. Jolt's private suite. She does not have to wait long. Puff receives an Immediate Message (IM) from Marge, Mr. Jolt's administrative assistant, giving her a phone number to call. Puff connects--it is Marge with instructions. Puff is to be at the concealed entrance in one hour for Mr. Jolt's pleasure. Puff doesn't have time to ask any questions or comment. She has to hurry, but Puff makes it to the office building and loiters around for a few minutes until Marge comes and leads Puff to the portal. Marge tells Puff that Mr. Jolt is anxious to deflower her. It turns out that there are very few virgins in the business world. The elevator stops at an unmarked location. Marge has Puff undress completely and fold her clothes neatly. Puff is very embarrassed at the rudeness of Marge's request, but fears the consequences of disobedience. She undresses and notices her areola pucker and nipples erect in the air conditioned coolness of the building. "Climb up on that gynecological chair, Puff, and I will strap you in," Marge orders. "He will want that pussy displayed when he comes in." Marge then rubs some ointment on Puff's vulva that stings and burns. "Ouch," Puff cries out. "What is this?" "Just something to tighten up your cunt, Puff," Marge replies. "Mr. Jolt likes to fuck girls with tight pussies. You will be a pleasure for him." Puff blushes. She watches Marge leave and looks around the room. There are various devices located about and whips, riding crops, paddles and canes on the walls. Puff had seen glimpses of such on the Internet, but never believed them to exist in real life. At long last Mr. Jolt enters. He smiles as he looks over Puff's tender flesh. "Please don't hurt me," Puff begs. He makes no reply, he tests her straps and ligatures. Marge has bound the girl well. Mr. Jolt walks up to the gynecological chair and inserts two fingers into Puff's pussy. It is tight and swollen from the ointment Marge rubbed on Puff's pussy. Jolt drops his pants and presses his engorged cock, throbbing and pulsing with irregular veins into Puff's pussy. She tries to pull back against the straps without success. Jolt is determined to penetrate Puff. He pushes harder and harder. It is clear that Puff is a virgin. Her pussy is bleeding. Mr. Jolt's cock is red and sore. He resorts to plan "B." Mr. Jolt leaves Puff on the chair with blood slowly oozing from her damaged hymen. He returns with an inflatable cock. He inserts the pump-up dildo into Puff's love canal and begins to pump her up, dilating her vagina and rupturing her maidenhead. Puff screams in agony. Satisfied that she is prepared to accept his massive member, he forces his hardened hard-on into her, feeling her finally admit his long dong into her Holy of Holies. When he is finished with her, leaving his cum in her pussy, he holds her head and tries to kiss her lips. She struggles to avoid contact with his mouth. His breathe smells like rotting sewage and his teeth are brown from cigarettes and cigars. Jolt is angry at her rejection of his kiss. He bitch slaps her left cheek hard. Puff realizes that she should comply or risk having to explain facial bruises and whelps. His French kiss seems to last forever. His coated tongue has a vile, fetid scent and tastes like being ravished by a decaying human corpse, a cadaver from a dissection table. The elevator door opens and Marge exits. She informs Mr. Jolt that he has appointments. Realizing that work comes first, Jolt tells Marge to release Puff and give her a "gratuity." Jolt bolts for the elevator. As they exit the elevator, Marge speaks to Puff: "Mr. Jolt will want to use your rectum next, I'm sure Puff. He can be demanding. After the 'third hole' he generally loses interest. Of course, you may continue to interest him and earn 'gratuities' if you wish. But you strike me as a girl who wishes those boring, bourgeois, banal business doings. In so much, we part. In any case you are bound by a nondisclosure agreement." "A nondisclosure agreement?" Puff asks. "Yes," Marge replies. "Remember those two 'body guards' in the black limousine?" "I do," Puff responds. "That muscle is a nondisclosure agreement," Marge explains. "I see," concludes Puff. "And you are going to call me one more time?" "Probably," Marge states and then she says something startling to Puff: "Congratulations on being the 'Hottie of the Week." Marge smiles. "What!?" Puff interjects. Marge smiles and Puff blanches and nearly faint at the realization that all of her morality and righteous behavior has been lost. "Whatever would Ray say if he knew or if he finds out?" Puff Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is science fiction, cast in the future. No resemblance to persons, places, or events is intended or should be inferred. ***** Puff returns home to a gathering of women from her mother's church. They gather together to talk about how good they are. Puff sees reality in the terms of money, power, influence, and sex. How different is her reality than that of some "goody two-shoes." She goes first to the bathroom and cleans herself as well as possible. She tries to remember the name of the substance that Marge smeared on her privates. It is something like "alum." She googles it. While she is reading the descriptions she receives an IM from Marge. It asks her to call on her private line, the one Puff had used before. "A FedEx package is headed your way, Puff," Marge advises. "It will contain all of the material you need to use prior do, during, and after your next visit with Mr. Jolt. Your next date with Mr. Jolt is a week from today at the same hour as before. Don't keep us waiting. Have a great day." Puff wanted to call Marge back and refuse, but while she was mulling it over, the doorbell rang. It was FedEx with a package boldly labeled "XXX Express." Puff's mother receives it, signs for it, and hurries to give it to Puff. She moves with haste so that the women present will not have time to see the mailing box, replete with bawdy advertising. Puff's mother bursts into the bathroom and leaves the embarrassing package for Puff. Puff is mortified because her mother came in just as she was examining her bruised vulva and ruptured cherry. The box contained a variety of items: several disposable enema cylinders, butt plugs of various size, girth, and texture, several salves and ointments, K.Y. Jelly, and several pages of instructions with detailed illustrations. The girls modeling the products are probably in the same boat that she is in, Puff reckons. Puff was disgusted at what she was expected to do prior to her next date with Mr. Jolt. Especially revolting was the regime of stretching and dilating her anus with butt plugs of increasing size. Worst of all, she was obliged to do the dirty work in her own room and bath. This made her feel like a whore, or worse, a slut if she refused the "gratuity." Morris, Puffs younger brother, senses that situations are evolving, or devolving, rapidly. He is meeting often with his hacker friends. They are working out a plan of objectives and milestones to apply to making an all-out cyber attack on Mr. Jolt and his company. At least, reckons Puff, this will be her last obligatory date with Mr. Jolt, one for each hole. She wonders what kind of girl would want to go to the next level? The whips, riding crops, paddles, floggers, and canes all look angry and unforgiving. The massive office building has a small alcove behind an impressive rock garden and water fall. It is there that a concealed, private is found. Puff arrives just in time and sees the elevator open as she approaches. "Great timing," Marge greets. "I hope that you have used the boxed items?" "Yes, Mistress," Puff replies. Marge is glad to see Puff picking up on BDSM jargo and lingo. The elevator stops and Puff looks over the various devices. Marge leads Puff to a saw horse and motions for her to mount. Puff hesitates. Marge retorts angrily. "undress Puff and get on that saw horse. Put your bare bottom up." Puff obeys. She is not surprised when Marge rubs some K.Y. Jelly into the crack of her ass. Marge smiles and glides a hand spear into her and touches her anus. "You see," Marge explains, "this lubricant is so slippery that there is no traction possible. Do not try to prevent Mr. Jolt from penetration." Puff wonders just how she could prevent penetration. Marge double checks the restraining straps and ligatures. Then Marge leaves the room. Mr. Jolt enters suddenly; he drops his pants and hocks his drawers as he approaches Puff. Let there be no misunderstanding, Puff is a beautiful woman. Before entering Puff's Glory of Glories, Jolt puts on a condom and rubs some green paste on it. He penetrates Puffs rectum before Puff is able to discern that Jolt has coated his foul-smelling cock with mint toothepaste. It stings and burns a maximum. Puff screams out in pain and abject terror. Jolt works his massive member back and forth: faster, harder, deeper. Puff is crying but still she cannot prevent sexual arousal. Puff is in mortal terror of cumings, something that would excite Mr. Jolt even more than her virginity. Puff came. Mr Jolt came. "You have to be on the Web for that performance, girl," Jolt says. ("Hottie of the Week" he thinks.) "W.. web?" Asks Puff. Just then she realizes banks of cameras recording every possible moment and position. There will be no clean escape. After putting her boyfriend Ray through purgatory and ridicule from his peers, she takes to bed a hoary old curmudgeon, infested with mites, ring worms, and filth, masked by expensive clothes jewelry. Puff Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is science fiction, cast in the future. No resemblance to persons, places, or events is intended or should be inferred. ***** The Story so far: Recent college grad Puff finds a job. Her boss, Mr Jolt, rapes her and forces her family to let him molest her orally, vaginally, and anally. He promises that he would be done after three holes, but becomes obsessed with her and demands her unlimited use. Her father dies under suspicious circumstances on an overseas job and her mother hides behind a wall of religion. Her boyfriend, Ray, and her younger brother Morris consider their options. Ray comes by see Puff. They chat a while and she gives a sign that she wants to make time. Ray ignores her gesture. Puff retorts: "Just because I was raped is no reason to treat me as if I have the plague or something." "That's not it at all," Ray remarks. "You were saving yourself and kept me waiting the better part of four years. And then you submit and lose your honor to some scumbag. How am I supposed to feel? I was ridiculed and insulted by my friends all for nothing." "There is nothing I could do about it," Puff interjects. "Morris and I want some payback." Ray argues. "The Russians say that revenge is a dish best served late and cold." "No, please," Puff responds. Mr. Jolt is rich and powerful. He will destroy you as well as Morris." "Well," Ray replies, "whatever we do, you will not be privy to, that is. So you will have deny-ability." Puff frowns, but she realizes how bitter-sweet revenge can be. Although the death certificate for Puff's father stated that death was due to "natural causes," the fact that the medical examiner was a foreign national and the body was cremated soon after death, with a minimal autopsy, was suspicious enough that the insurer reneged on paying on the $500,000.00 life insurance police. Puff's mother got a lawyer who dragged his feet and eventually settled for $200K, of which he took $100K for his fee. With a $2,500 a month house payment, insurance on house and car, and $8K property taxes, the $100K was soon depleted. Morris dropped out of college and got a warehouse job, Puff found minimum wage work in retail sales, and the mother suffered some kind of a nervous breakdown, obsessed with guilt by allowing Mr, Jolt to have his way with her shy, virginal daughter. Puff's family has fallen upon hard times. They sell their house and move into a rental house trailer in "Star Bright" mobile home park. Anxious to avoid any random, chance encounter with Mr. Jolt or his minions, they use cheap cell phones to communicate. Little would they expect to fall prey to the billionaire lecherous old goat again. With no credit cards and a pay-as-you-go cell phone, they seem to be under the establishment's radar. Back at the office Marge confronts Mr. Jolt. "There are limits as to what I'll do for a job, Mr. Jolt. You need to set aside this obsession or fixation you have for this 'Puff of Smoke.' Your strong point was to satisfy your dark, deep, depraved desires and move on. There are legions of hot sluts who will meet your terms." "I know, I know," Jolt agrees. "but her tiny, taut, tight Glory of Gloried drove me wild." "There are a lot of people who will say that I was doing the wrong thing in procuring girls, naïve girls for your perverse pleasure," Marge reckons. "But I've lost sleep thinking on what may happen to that one girl and her family." "I've lost sleep thinking about her butt as well," Mr. Jolt admits. "That does it," Jolt bellows, "bring in Oleg." Oleg,ex-Navy Seal and Phi Beta Kappa, is in charge of Mr. Jolt's security. "Mr. Jolt," Marge interrupts, "Oleg's services don't come cheap. Shouldn't we be using his expertise to degrade our competitors?" "I want what I want, Jolt bellows. "I want to display her nude and finger her Glory Hole until she bleeds." "That does it," Marge interrupts. "You have lost your mind. I quit." "You can't quit, Marge," Jolt demands. "I didn't fall off a cabbage truck," Marge threatens. "You may buy off a girl or two. But yours are fourscore. Or better said as 'foreskin' and yours has much joked about." "You'll be sorry," Mr. Jolt cautions. "Watch your back." "Watch your ass you old fool," Marge replies and exits. Puff and Morris are just sitting down for the evening meal. "Is mom going to join us?" Morris asks. "She's sleeping," Puff replies. "Some of the neighbors saw her going through the dumpster again this morning." "Why?" Morris asks. "We don't have much but we eat." "She needs to be in 24/7 assisted care," Puff explains. "But with dad dead our insurance is too small. Her condition looks like early on-set dementia." Unbeknown to Morris and Puff, Oleg has installed hidden speakers, sensors, and microphones in the trailer. Whenever mom is alone whispers emanate. These are accompanied with radio and TV sound bites, making Puff's mother even worse and unbelievable. Then one day Puff and Morris come home to find her gone. The phone rings, it is Oleg with an offer they cannot refuge. Puff's mom has been taken and if Puff doesn't agree to meet Mr. Jolt's commands, Puff's mother will be sent home as ground beef. Oleg details Mr. Jolt's scenario. In the large office building housing "Jolt's Suite" are some ultra high-end fashion houses. The a semi-private viewing panels, 10 ft by 4 feet. Viewable only from frontal exposure, to resonate the wishes and desires of an affluent clientele. It is in one of the view panels, open to the public that Mr. Jolt wishes to display Puff. But there is a merchandizing angle to be considered. Naked is good at first blush, but a tight-fitting thong adds to profitability and increased sales. Jolt intends to pull the thing and force it against her privates and into her rectum, rubbing cloth rudely against her bowels. He has allotted an hour for this endeavor, all things considered, he feels like she should be rubbed raw and bleeding in less than an hour of abrasion. When Morris hears of Oleg's and Jolt's scheme, he leaves the house and goes out to find Ray and maybe discuss the matter with some liquor thrown in. After much thought they decide not to take any overt action. Then there comes an instant message from Marge. Morris has heard of her and wonders how she located him at Ray's place. The three agree to meet at a public place to discuss Puff's plight. Morris, Ray, and Marge meet at a busy downtown Starbucks. Marge begins the conversation: "I've worked for the company for twenty years, over twenty even. And for Mr. Jolt for over ten, and I've never seen him so compulsive. He has this obsession with girls' assholes. He has given security the onerous chore of coercing Puff into a public spectacle, humiliated, and mortified. "I surmised as much," Morris agrees.."Those semi-public panels are motivated to sell goods or services. An obese woman is shown minus twenty pounds; a new dress is demonstrated; and, for the vicarious among us, there are the explicit catheter, enema, colostomy bags, all displayed with beautiful young women--in the medicine section. The visibility is limited to a strict 5-degree field of view. For one on a strict budget, the image blanks after 30 long seconds." "I know exactly what to do," Ray explains: "We hack and crash the computer driving the display panels."