Angie�s New Beginning

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MF humor reluc slave BD sad tort oral body mod

This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author�s expressed permission.

Edited by doppleganger

Special thanks to Danny for his story suggestions.

Angie�s New Beginning

An overzealous assistant district attorney had shut down the strip club due to �overt sexual activity�. It didn�t matter that the DWI arrests were at an all time low. The liquor license was also pulled and Angie�s, California�s and John�s dreams had gone up in smoke. Now Angie was at a loss of what to do. She had kept the apartment across from the beach, only now she paid the rent and not the Police department. How am I gonna keep up with the rent? California�s brain was fried by too much sun and John is acting like a stud horse for the harem he collected. Neither of them have time for me, so I�ve got to move on with my life. It was so much easier just doing what I was told.

Angie still sunbathed nude on the beach in the morning. She made it a point to stay away from the Russians. I don�t know and I don�t want to find out if they blame me for Viktor�s death. Instead she bared herself by the local Life Guard stand and they would help oil her up, which was good. What was bad is that they were all gay and weren�t interested in her. I was having sex every night and now it�s like sex has been outlawed; I feel like I couldn�t get fucked if I lay naked in the middle of the Freeway! ...Naw, it would never work.

A bus went by as she was turning over. A sign on the side of the bus caught her eye and she ran beside the bus trying to get the phone number. All of the men on the bus were tempted by her bouncing boobies and they frantically pushed the signaling strip to get the bus to stop so they could get off. The bus driver beset with the constant buzzing frowned then checked his mirrors. Once he saw Angie running naked beside his bus, he slammed on the brakes. Angie got the number off the sign and turned around to jog back to get on her bikini. Also, the �65 Mustang convertible rear-ended the bus, which had stopped without signaling. It wasn�t entirely the bus driver�s fault, the driver of the �Stang should have known not to tailgate a bus! Angie heard the accident and shook her pretty head. Do they even check people out before they let them drive? Someone could get hurt!

Angie covered her sensual body with her swimsuit, but if anything it made her more alluring. She skipped across the road and heard the squeals of brakes as the stunned drivers stopped their cars, unwilling to damage the host of those beautiful bouncing breasts. Angie shook her head again. Maybe it�s just California drivers.

She rushed into her bungalow to call before she forgot the number. A voice in respectful tones said, �Brightston Security, where may I direct your call?�

�Yes, I saw your ad on the side of a bus and I would like to get a job with you.�

The lady at the other end of line suddenly went cold, so cold that the handset actually felt chilly to Angie. �I see, well you can come down to our offices in Culver City. It�s on one of major bus routes, so you should be able to get there.� She gave Angie the address then rang off without saying goodbye. Angie didn�t think twice about it and wrote the address down. Tomorrow I will go down there and get a job, then all my problems will be solved!

The next morning Angie debated on what to wear. She wanted to make a good impression and become a �Personal Security Agent�, just like the ad said. She finally decided that she would dress professionally, like on the job. She skipped the bra, wore black stockings, a white dress shirt, a police dress skirt and two inch pumps. She left of the badge and didn�t wear her police hat. Angie admired herself in the mirror and decided that she looked very professional. How can they not hire me? I have lots of experience, extra training and I look like a �Personal Security Agent� already.

Angie stood at the bus stop trying to ignore the taunts about her clothes. A couple of scruffy looking teenage boys were teasing her about her huge tits; they were especially prominent without a bra. Her all over deep tan ensured that they showed blatantly through her white cotton blouse. What was worse, all the attention to her bountiful breasts had excited her and her nipples were standing on end. This is almost as bad as the teasing I got at the Police Academy. Although I knew the girls didn�t really mean it, I was embarrassed.

Angie was happy when the bus finally arrived and she raced to get on. She stumbled as she climbed the steps, almost falling into the driver. Much to her chagrin, the driver put his hands over his face and said, �Be careful girlie-girl, you could put an eye out!� Angie blushed as she walked down the aisle. All of the seats were taken, so she resigned herself to standing up and holding onto the overhead rail. Angie thought what the driver had done and grew angry. That driver pretended he was scared, but I saw his eye peeking out between his fingers. Men are all alike, don�t they know that women have breasts?

The motions of the bus were doing marvelous things to Angie�s massive mammaries. They were perched up on display by her having to hang on to the handrail for dear life. Every bump, start, stop or shift caused her titties to dance to and fro ensuring that her nipples stayed very erect and jutted out like two pristine mountain peaks.

The bus ride had been one thrill after another, at least for the boys and men riding on the bus. In fact several were so enraptured by Angie�s quivering mounds that they missed their stops. It came to a head when the driver almost rear-ended a school bus; it seems he was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road. I gotta get off this bus! I�ve heard of hiring the handicapped, but this is crazy!

Angie shook her head and mentioned to an older woman sitting near her, �I really don�t know where they are getting bus drivers these days.� Angie reached over and pushed the signaling strip to let the driver know that she wanted off at the next stop. The bus driver was still flustered and he missed the next stop. Angie sighed in dismay and began pushing the buzzer strip again and again. The constant buzzing finally woke the driver up and he stopped at the next bus stop. As the bus shuddered to a stop, Angie made her way to the rear door, which had opened for her. The obnoxious teens were sitting by the door, one of them eating powdered donettes. A quick slap on the butt left a white handprint on the back of Angie�s dark blue skirt. She stumbled down the steps while glaring back at the laughing boys. What has happened to youth today? They are so disrespectful.

An almost audible sigh could be heard from the bus as it pulled away. Angie looked at the note she had written the security company�s address on. She looked up, got her bearings and marched off to the nearby office building. She heard snickering and muted conversations as she walked past people, the hand print on her skirt showing a less than professional side of the buxom young woman. That is it; as soon as I get some money I�m moving to Arizona. Californians are just getting too strange. I will have to get a house near the beach though, I just love the Beach!

It was an excited, but nervous Angie that entered the air-conditioned waiting room of Brightston Security. Everything was so shiny and modern. The police station was never this clean. The receptionist gave her a clipboard with a form on it to fill out. Luck was on Angie�s side, there was a pen attached. She was sitting at one end of the plush waiting room filling out the form. The receptionist had told her to hand the clipboard to the next lady and to attach her resume to it. Angie was worried because she didn�t have a resume to attach and her nipples, which had shrunk after the end of the stimulating bus ride, were again starting to blossom due to the air-conditioned room. I wish my body would make up its mind.

Soon Angie�s name was called and she entered the office of a small framed brunette that was professionally dressed in a grey pants suit. Brrrr, though Angie, this office is even cooler than the waiting room. The woman instructed her to sit and reached for the clipboard. The lady noticed Angie�s erect nipples. �It seems that you are excited by the prospect of working for us.� She pursed her thin lips as she read over the form Angie had filled out.

�Not bad, you might have some promise working for us.� She held up the clipboard, �Where is your resume?� Angie explained that she didn�t have one. The woman tisk-tisked and told Angie that the resume was very important. �It will tell us what work experience you have had as well as any training you have received. Without that information we cannot consider you for employment.� Angie grew frantic and started to rattle off what she had done since she became a Sheriff�s Deputy.

The owner of the company liked to know what was going on, so he had hidden microphones everywhere. He was listening when Angie told of her work undercover with the LAPD Vice Squad. His ears perked up as he heard this. Viktor Rostovitch was a cousin of his and he wanted revenge on the slut that had killed him. He immediately called the interviewer on the phone and instructed her to hire this woman, no matter what her qualifications were.

Angie was so happy about getting the job she didn�t even mind the ogling and comments directed at her on the bus ride home. She had forgotten to ask the woman that hired her what to wear the next day for work. Angie just shrugged it off; she figured they would have uniforms for her to change into there.

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For her first day of work Angie wore a skirt with a flowered print blouse. She went without a bra again, thinking that was normal for security work as no one had said any different. Angie was much more confident and excited as she rode to work on the bus perhaps that was why her nipples were again at full staff. She didn�t even notice, her mind was elsewhere, and for Angie having her nipples proudly announcing the arrival of her luscious tits was nothing new. This time there were a few seats available, but Angie stood, so she wouldn�t wrinkle her skirt. The driver and the men on the bus certainly appreciated it. I am so excited about my new job and I didn�t even need a resume. California is great, maybe I won�t move after all.

When Angie arrived at Brightston Security, she was once again asked to sit in the waiting room. The woman who interviewed her, a Ms. Cragge, came to get her within fifteen minutes. Naturally, the cool air once again had a stiffening affect on Angie�s bullet size nipples. As Ms. Cragge led her deeper into the company headquarters those they passed were treated to a two gun salute. Angie was pleased to see the smiling (read leering) faces of the people she would soon be working with. Everyone here seems so happy; I�m going to enjoy working here.

�First we are going to meet Mr. Greg Smith, the owner. He likes to meet with all new hires; it gives him a �hands-on� perspective of the company.� Yeah right, I never met him until yesterday when she showed up looking for a job. I wonder what attracted his attention. He never meets with employees unless they screwed-up big time and he wants his pound of flesh.

Mr. Smiths personal assistant ushered Angie straight in, but had Ms. Cragge wait with her. Smith was of average height, may be a little shorter. What he lacked in height, he made up for in sheer mass. He was a broad man that had muscles on his muscles. He rose from his chair behind a large desk and shook her hand with a firm grip. His eyes stared into hers and never wavered, as far as she could tell. He didn�t even stare at her erect nipples, which was unprecedented. Angie had never met a man like this, immune to her �charms� and it frightened her a little.

�I like to shake an employee�s hand and look into their eyes. If they can meet my gaze, I am assured that they will be loyal employees and are welcome here.� Angie blushed, but her gaze was still lost in his piercing eyes. �We have special plans for you, but for right now let Ms.Cragge get you started.� He continued staring her in the eyes until she excused herself and backed to the door. Angie finally took a deep breath when she was safely out of his office.

�Phew, kind of a scary guy. I am glad that I am working for him and not against him.� Ms. Cragge nodded almost like she was expected to. She just wanted to get this over with so she could return to her real job. Ms. Cragge led Angie to the employee�s lounge. She sat Angie down at a table and placed three manuals in front of her.

�Miss Applegate you will have the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with these manuals. They are �The Instructions to Personnel Employed by Brightson Security Inc.�, �The California Peace Officers Guide� and �The Care and Maintenance of the 9mm Automatic Pistol�. You also have forty five minutes for lunch. I�ll return at the end of the day to give you further instructions.� Ms. Cragge then left Angie to herself. My time in Purgatory should be over soon, thought Ms. Cragge.

Angie was huddled over the manuals trying to make sense out of the too technical books. She was so engrossed that she didn�t notice the two male security guards who entered. One was a muscled black man who said, �Hey baby, you comin� to work with us.� Angie sat up and faced the man to reply, she knew it was polite to face the person she was talking to.

�Madre de Dios!� the second man, a wiry man of Puerto Rican ancestry said as her substantial mounds came into view.

�Don�t lis�n to them sweetie, they steer ya wrong.� said a wide as she was tall, muscular black girl. �Next thing they be �vitin� you to a special training session. Ain�t nuttin� special �bout these two, they be big, dumb and full o� cum. Can�t tell ya how many times I seen Louis there chattin� up the hos tryin� to git some free strange, and Rico won�t tell ya he has got four kids and a senora at home.�

Flustered by the attention, Angie didn�t know what to say. Doris, the black girl, shooed the men away towards the coffee pot and then sat down next to Angie, her arm snaking around to give her a hug, pressing her unfettered boob against Angie�s. You and me gonna git �long jus� fine. My name is Doris, what�s yours honey?�

�Angie�, she replied, blushing, as she shifted trying to get free from the black woman. Doris let go of her strangle hold on Angie and smiled at her innocence.

�Grab me a cup ta go.� Doris bellowed at the two men. �Nice ta meet cha Angie. I am sure we be workin� tagether. Then ya can tell lil ol� me �bout the lovers ya got. Your too pretty wit� such big titties, not ta have a few on the side.� Doris chuckled as she strode out of the break room, pushing the two men in front of her. Angie waved goodbye, still trying to recover from the quick deluge that was Doris and went back to her studying.

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Ms. Cragge entered the break room to find Angie hunched over the three books she was to read. Ms. Cragge cleared her throat, startling Angie. She had been reading the same sentence several times; her eyes were very tired and kept unfocusing. Angie jumped when Ms. Cragge cleared her throat. Angie�s sudden movement set her large tits to a wiggling. �It�s time to go. I hope you studied well; Mr. Smith wants to check your progress. I�ll see you Monday morning. Not if I�m lucky.

The door to Mr. Smith reception area was open. Angie entered and saw him standing by the door to his office. He told her to shut the outer door and come in. Angie turned and shut the door and entered his office. Mr. Smith was nowhere to be seen. She gasped as he shut the door behind her. �Please sit down Angie; I have a few questions for you.�

There was a funny looking chair in front of his desk. It was made of metal, had no arms and just a flat, narrow strip of metal that started under the seat and formed the back. Also, it had wheels. It didn�t look very comfortable, but Angie sat down. �Have you studied the books you were given?� Angie nods �yes�. Mr. Smith is standing very close to Angie as he asked her a rapid-fire series of questions. Angie rolled her eyes back up into her head as if she was looking in her brain for the answers. To Mr. Smith�s surprise she got all of the answers right.

Mr. Smith smiled at Angie as he grabbed her wrists and handcuffed her arms behind her back to the frame of the chair. Angie was perplexed by his sudden attack. �What are you doing? Hey that hurts. Is this part of the test? Am I supposed to get out of this?� While she was talking, Mr. Smith secured her feet to the base of the chair.

�Do you remember Viktor Rostovich?� Well, he was my cousin. He was a man to be reckoned with, a man with the whole world at his finger tips. That is until you killed him!�

Angie remembered Viktor, remembered that fateful night that he had died, just before he was going to slam his dick up her ass. �Wait a minute, I didn�t kill him, it was the drugs. Some kind of special inhaler that he used, at least that is what the coroner reported.�

�The Coroner�s Office says what the police want them to say. They could not take him down, so you poisoned him. You shall pay for that, in blood!�

�You�re going to kill me? So there is no job, you just put all those signs up just to trap me?� Talk about a complex, fiendish plot!

�No, they were not put up just to trap you. We really need more workers. I just happened to hear your employment interview and I realized who you were, the one who poisoned my cousin.�

Angie sighed and shook her head. �I told you that I did not kill your cousin. Wait, there really is a job? Did I get it? I could really use the work.�

Greg was beginning to get flustered. �No!� he yelled, �you did NOT get the job! You DID poison my cousin and I am going to make you suffer for it!� He blew out his breath in a long sigh. �Look, let me explain so that you can understand. Let�s say you steal $100 from me.�

Angie interrupted, �But I didn�t and wouldn�t, I am not a thief!�

�Shhh� shhh� I know that you are not a thief, even though you are a murderess.� Angie tried to interrupt again, but Greg hushed her. He started to explain as he pushed her through a door behind his desk. For leverage he had one hand on the back of the chair and the other on her right breast. He felt her nipple growing under his palm.

�If you had stole $100 from me you would owe me $100, right.� She thought for a moment and nodded her head. �So, if you took a life, you would owe a life. Since I�m Viktor�s closest relative, you owe me for the life you took, understand?�

Angie pondered that for a minute and replied, �I guess that�s true, but I did not take your cousins life.�

By now Angie had been pushed into a tiled room that was longer than it was wide. It looked like a gymnasium bathroom and as a matter of fact had several shower heads and knobs along one wall. Wow this is exactly like the girl�s shower area at my old high school. Well, except for the shape and size of the room, no lockers and that counter that is against the wall over there. Other that that it�s exactly the same, talk about your strange coincidences.

�Answer some questions for me please.� Angie nodded. �You were alone with Viktor when he died, is that right? Angie nodded again. �The coroner said he died from a lethal drug in his bloodstream. Was Viktor the type of man to commit suicide?� Angie shook her head �no�. �Then you killed him, your own answers tell me that. So, as his closest living relative, you owe me a life. I choose yours.�

Angie thought about it. Everything that had happened was just as Greg had said. Viktor had died, his life taken. He had been alone with Angie. He never would have committed suicide. It all fit. I must have taken his life. I deserve to lose mine. A look of resignation came upon her. �What are you going to do to me?�

�I�ve thought a lot about this. I am going to kill you, but I want you to suffer for taking my cousin life. You like your big tits, don�t you?� Angie nodded her head trying to figure out what he meant. �Well, I plan on making your breasts bear the brunt of your suffering. We have all weekend and by Sunday night you will be begging me to kill you.� Angie seemed to take the news as a matter of fact; she had already accepted the fact that she owed Greg a life.

Greg bent down and toggled a lever on the chair then lifted the seat and Angie up until she was eye level with him. �We are close now, even closer than family. There should be no secrets between us. My real name is Gregor Andropof. So, since you have nothing to hide I will make you more comfortable, that is, before I make you very uncomfortable.� He then ripped her blouse off her body. Since she wasn�t wearing a bra, Gregor took a few moments to admire her enormous tits as they quivered in all their natural beauty. �Very nice but I think they need more, something to catch the eye. My cousin was a hero in the service of Russia; he was awarded two medals for that service.� He leaned forward and whispered on Angie�s ear. I really think the medals were connived rather than earned, but that is just between the two of us. Now you shall wear those medals to honor the memory of my cousin.�

Gregor opened a drawer and took out two medals that consisted of a bronze coin about the size of a silver dollar attached to a ribbon that was secured to the wearer by a rather large clasp with a pin on the top rear of the ribbon.

Angie winced as each clasp was opened showing a rather large and sharp, but dirty pin. Gregor grabbed Angie�s nipples, twisting and pinching them until they were jutting proudly from her gigantic jugs. He then picked up the first medal intending to pierce her large left nipple with it. �Aren�t you going to sterilize it�� Angie�s objection faltered as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Why should I worry about germs when he is going to kill me anyway?

Gregor drove the pin through her nipple as slow as he could, stopping to wiggle it a few times trying to cause Angie as much pain as possible. Angie did her part by groaning and yipping as the pin was pushed into her erect nipple. Gregor did the same to her right nipple with the other medal with Angie vocally expressing her feelings on the project.

Stepping back to admire his work, Gregor smiled. �The weight of these medals should stretch your nipples to a fantastic length and provide you with a night of delicious agony. Not just physical, but also mental as your nipples attain obscene proportions.� Gregor pushed her chair into the middle of the room and locked the wheels. �Don�t go anywhere now.� Angie dropped her chin to her chest, feeling her nipples being stretched without mercy and sobbed herself to sleep.

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A clanging noise awoke Angie. She hurt. Hurt because she had been handcuffed all night and her muscles were sore. Her nipples really hurt; she remembered why they hurt and couldn�t bring herself to look down at them.

Angie heard the clanging again, louder, and turned her head to look. Gregor was moving a metal rectangular bucket close to where she was sitting. The bucket was about half full of water and Gregor had put a metal wringer on the side of it, that was what had made the clanging noise. He twirled a cotton mop on a wooden pole around before putting it in the bucket. �Wondering what this is for Angie? It�s for the blood when I cut your nipples off.� Angie gasped at him being so nonchalant when describing what her future had in store. �There really won�t be a lot of blood because first I�m going to tie your tits up tight, cutting off the flow of blood from the heart. It will have, as a side effect, your tits blowing up even larger and turning a lovely shade of purple.�

Seeing Angie shudder, Gregor went on. �Don�t worry about not having any nipples on your bountiful breasts; the taxidermist will sew them back on. I�m having your boobs stuffed and made into bookends. That is after I cut them off. Now, that should result in a large spillage of blood. I really don�t expect you to survive that. Just think of that Angie, your tits will be on display for all to see, a delicate reminder not to fuck with my family.�

�I�ll have to have the taxidermist stiffen up your nipples. They are long enough now, but I want them to stick out, not hang down.� Angie finally looked down at her chest. Her proud breasts were still stationed up high, but her large, thick nipples were dragged down the curve of her huge tits by the medals pinned to them. Gregor stepped close to her and unpinned each medal. Angie�s hopes that her nipples would bounce back were dashed when they kind of just hung there. Her nipples were at least three inches long and a little bit thinner. Her twin peaks had crumbled down the sides of the mountains. Angie let out a choked sob. �Don�t cry Angie, wait and just a few minutes and you won�t have to worry about your nipples being stretched out of shape. You won�t have nipples to worry about at all.�

Gregor went to the counter and opened a drawer. He placed the medals in the drawer and took out a bundle of white, cotton clothes line. Gregor lifted the rope up and showed it to Angie. �I�ll try not to get your loose nipple flesh caught in the rope,� he was smiling as he said that. Gregor fondled her breasts trying to get as much blood flowing through them. Once he had done that he wrapped the rope around her large tits where they rose out of her chest. Gregor wound the rope around her right breast once, as tight as he could. He pulled the rope across her chest to bind the left breast. Back and forth he went until her tits were bound and started to swell and darken in color. Angie�s areola also darkened and got larger. She was moaning in pain throughout Gregor�s �rope work�. He would pause after each binding and ask Angie if she thought it was tight enough. What is he going to do if I say �no�?

Once Angie�s tits were bound tight, Gregor went back to the bench and picked up an X-acto knife. He brought it back to where Angie was sitting. �Are you ready Angie? Let�s start with your right nipple.� Gregor brought the blade up to rest on top of the areole. He slowly pushed it in causing Angie great pain with little blood loss.

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The door to Gregor�s office was thrust open and a man similar in appearance to Gregor stepped through the doorway wearing a scowl on his rugged face. �Gregor, are you mad? Right here in your building? Is she that important that you would take such a risk?�

�It�s worth the risk Serge, she is the one who poisoned Viktor, she worked secretly for the LAPD. It is because of her that Viktor is dead.�

A weakened voice came from the bound woman. �I told you that I didn�t poison your cousin, but I am responsible so I owe you a life, my life. Just get it over with so I can be at peace.�

Gregor pulled the blade from Angie�s nipple and went on, �You see, she agrees and has given herself over to me. I plan to make a couple of nice bookends from this cow�s great udders to honor the memory of our cousin. They will display his medals proudly and prominently.�

Serge made a rude noise and shook his head. �Didn�t you know that Viktor just kept those medals around so he could make fun of the government? Can you see Viktor being awarded a medal for his support of Law and Order or for his excellent work in the Custom�s Department? He took no pride in their ownership. They were just something to color up a drab uniform.� He walked over to Angie and squeezed her bulging boobs hard, earning him a harsh scream from the tied-up bitch. �I see you have already started to work on her, tell me exactly what your plans are for her.�

Gregor explained in exact detail to his cousin the fate that awaited Angie. As he explained, Angie shuddered. Why can�t they just get it over with? I know what is going to happen, I just want it done. Angie then got a troubling thought. What if they screw up and mix up the nipples? Everyone will think my tits were lopsided!

�That would be a good punishment, my cousin, but over far too quickly. If she is responsible, then you should make the most out of your just punishment, not waste such a naturally gifted slut on a few moments of delicious agony. Not when she could serve and do whatever you wish her to do. She did say she owes you her life, why waste it?�

Pausing to think for a moment, Gregor moved close to Angie and stared at her with a sudden interest. �Did you listen to what Serge said? Will you do that? Do whatever I tell you, with whoever I tell you? If you agree, you must tell me while you look me in the eyes and never change your mind. For if you do, I�ll punish you far worse than what I have planned for you now. I�ll do horrible things to your body, but none fatal, you�ll live a long, hateful life.�

A small moan was heard from Angie as she lifted her head and returned his stare with out blinking. �As I have said, I owe you my life. What you choose to do with it or however long I should live.� Her glare intensified as she said, �You have my life in your hands. I will do what you tell me and if you want me to be pleasant about it, I will.� She then sobbed and dropped her head to her chest.

His cousin shook Gregor by the arm to get his attention. �Well cousin, you better make up you mind damn quick if you want to avoid further damage to her tits.�

That set Gregor into motion. He untied her swollen breasts letting the blood flow back into them. Angie started to shriek as pain shot through her mammoth mounds. Gregor grasped her tits with both hands squeezing and pinching to increase the blood flow. Angie uttered a higher pitched scream before she fainted and hung limp. Gregor patched the cut on her breast, took off the handcuffs and untied her feet. Serge followed as he carried Angie into the office and set her down on the couch. Serge raised his eyebrow at the care he was showing the girl. Gregor shrugged and said, �Don�t look so surprised. I have got plans for her and I have to take care of the merchandise.�

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It had been almost a month since Angie had first come to Brightston Security and she had become accustomed to her new life of servitude. She rose from her bent over position, her tight latex body suit creaking in protest. As she came erect the body suit�s flaps swung down to cover her cunt and ass-hole. It was a deep blue with silver highlights, as was her long formally blonde hair. It pushed her gorgeous tits up and together displaying them for all to see, and feel. Her breasts were exposed all the way down to her large areolas, allowing her nipples to thrust out leading her way. They no longer hung limp like ziti that had been boiled to excess. It had been accomplished by the clever threading of each nipple through a set of joined silver rings. This not only held the extended three inch nipple erect, it also accented her uniform. Gregor had told Angie that he would look into a plastic surgeon to rebuild her ravaged nipples. Maybe he could return them to their original length. I feel so foolish with these shiny bumper guards.

Angie tottered to Gregor�s desk with the glass of Russian coffee trying not to spill it. Walking in this confining outfit and six inch heels is hard enough, never mind serving coffee. �Here is your coffee Gregor, just the way you like it. Would you like your morning hummer boss?� Gregor smiled and Angie dropped to her knees with a creak. She unzipped his pants and fished his hardening cock out. Angie sighed as her mouth engulfed his natural, meaty flesh.

Well, at least I�m getting lots of sex, the boss sees to that. She sucked faster, running her tongue under Gregor�s hard dick. I had better hurry; I don�t want to be late for the morning Fuck-break in the lounge. I can do without the after work penalty session, my pussy lips have not recovered from last time. Such is the life of a pleasure/pain slave, I�d better get used to it.

Thick, hot cum surged into Angie�s mouth as Gregor�s dick exploded. He moaned as she swallowed his salty spend sending quivers up his still spewing cock. Angie sucked the remaining drops of his pearly discharge, smacking her lips in appreciation of the flavor. Angie cleaned his member and tucked it back in his pants. She thanked Gregor and rose to her feet. Gregor�s happy and I won�t be late for my next assignment. Angie put her shoulders back and held her head up high as she tottered off. I can do this, I�m a California girl.

� 2007 msboy8