Alex pulled Sharon along by a tight grip on her wrist and Olga followed, while the butler disappeared somewhere into the massive building. Down a long hallway, Alex forced Sharon into a large, dimly lit room. He made her stand in front of a large desk, then backed up with Olga against one wall.
Sharon stood, quivering with uncertainty, staring at the tall bookcase on the wall behind the desk. It was only a couple of minutes before she heard the door behind her open and close, and heavy footfalls began approaching her from the rear. She trembled, not knowing what was going, to happen as a man walked around and sat down behind the desk.
Titus Marks was a large man, not as big as the butler, but everything about him spoke of strength. His arms, where they stuck out of the sleeves of the loose bathrobe he wore, were thick and muscular. His hair was laced with gray, but Sharon thought that he wasn't very old, perhaps only in his forties.
"Is this her?" he asked, but his eyes never left Sharon as he looked her overfrom head to toe. Once more it seemed as if a pair of eyes were undressing her, as she felt that her clothes were melting from her flesh to leave her completely naked.
"Her name is Sharon Jones," Alex said. "She's been through the usual stuff."
"Can she type?" Titus asked.
"She's an excellent typist," Olga said. "She can really make those keys jump and spark?"
"She'll get a chance to do that," Titus said, the hint of a dark smile on his face…
His eyes changed, as if he had just made a decision.
"Then I guess we better check the bitch," he growled.
Sharon's heart fell. She had hoped that Titus Marks would somehow turn out to be a relief from her terrible boss and office manager. But when he referred to her as a bitch without even knowing her, Sharon realized that, like Alex and Olga, the man considered her nothing more than a sex slave to torture and abuse. He was cut from the same sadistic cloth, and Sharon knew that falling into his grasp would offer her no freedom or relief. The sexual torture and humiliation would go an under her new owner if Titus Marks decided to make her one of his captives.
He ordered her to come around the desk and Sharon forced herself to move. It was as if her shoes had glue on the soles, because she had to struggle to get through each halting step. But finally she was around the expanse of the wide desk and was standing at Titus' side. The huge man turned in his chair to face her straight on, then ordered her to turn around. Frightened, Sharon complied. As scary as it was facing the strange man, it was even more unsettling to her nerves to look away.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," he said sternly, and, groaning, Sharon did as she was told.
As she reached down for her ankles, she felt her short skirt slide up over her hips until it was bunched at her waist. Only the filmy panties she wore hid her ass-flesh, and that flimsy garment was quickly stripped down to her knees. The cool air of the room tickled across her naked cunt and asscheeks, and Sharon moaned from the intense shame.
"She's got a pretty ass," Titus said calmly, as if he was looking over a horse. "But that doesn't tell me much. I better check out the tightness of her cunt."
Fingers grappled into Sharon's pussyslit from the rear, shoving the tender folds to the side. Then one of the thick digits jammed into her cunthole. Sharon squeaked from the pain of the impaling.
He seemed pleased as Sharon's pussy squeezed down on his finger.
"She's got a tight cunthole," he said, swirling his finger around inside her pussy. "It feels like it would be a good fuck!"
"I can attest to that!" Alex said eagerly.
Sharon groaned. Humiliation filled her. There she was, her naked ass thrust up into the air and one man finger-fucking her pussy while another man was talking about fucking her cunt with his prick.
"Now for the other fuckhole," Titus said as he ripped his finger from Sharon's tortured cunt.
Then, just a second later, the thick finger jammed through her sore ass-ring and up into her shiner. She cried from the biting agony of her ass being pierced as the finger speared all the way in. The faint trace of pussyjuice left on his finger eased, but didn't stop, the pain.
"That's a Goddamned tight shitter," Titus said with lusty interest.
Sharon winced at both the lewd talk and the pain that was shooting through her ass. As the finger started drawing back out, it hurt even worse, and tears of pain and shame began leaking onto her cheeks.
"Okay, you can stand back up," Titus said, and Sharon straightened her back and pulled her panties up over her naked ass.
When he told her to turn back around, she did so, her skirt falling back across her hips.
"Now let's see your tits," Titus said smugly. "No!" Sharon cried. She had been pushed as far as her humiliated mind could accept. With her face covered by tears, she wrapped her arms across her tits, unable to accept any more of the terrible abuse.
Titus smirked and reached over to one corner of his desk. He pushed a button, then leaned back in his chair. In only a few seconds, a door opened behind Sharon. There, filling the doorway completely, was the big butler.
"Yes, sir?" Jason asked, his voice like low thunder.
"We seem to have added this bitch to our secretarial staff," Titus said to the butler calmly. "And, as usual, the first thing that she has to be taught is our discipline system for cunts that get out of line. Would you set it up far us now, Jason, so we can get that part out of the way?"
"I'd be happy to, sir," the butler said, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
He moved across the room to where a large lever had been mounted on the opposite wall. When he turned it, the sound of clanking and creaking floated down from the ceiling. Sharon glanced up, searching for the noise, and saw a contraption much like a wide trapeze started to descend from the ceiling. The metal bar was several fret long and suspended by chains. The butler tossed a large rug on the floor beneath it. Two sliding bolts were mounted in the floor with chains coming from each. At the end of both chains was a heavy metal clamp, and Sharon gasped when she realized what it all meant.
Sharon bolted toward the door, but the butler cut her off, wrapping one large arm around her waist and lifting her from the floor. He carried her over and locked her wrists into clamps on the ends of the overhead bar, then snapped the other clamps around her ankles. Jason returned to the lever and moved it until Sharon's toes were pulled from the floor. Then he came back and adjusted the floor bolts until her legs were spread wide apart.
Her wrists ached from supporting her weight and her ankles were cut when she tried to twist. She was totally captured by the chains, unable to thrash more than an inch in any direction. Then the butler showed her a long, wicked knife, pushing the blade up in front of her face.
Sharon gasped when the sharp point began moving toward her tits, and she could see the light of the room glinting off its sharp edge. The knife slipped down the front of her dress, and, with one quick jerk, the material was sliced from her tits. Other cuts removed the rest of her clothing, and soon the tortured secretary was suspended naked in the middle of the room.
"Yessss!" Titus Marks hissed. "This little bitch will do just fine!"
He turned in his chair toward the other pair of sadists.
"Miss Lentz," he said, "Would you do us the honors of teaching this cunt our discipline system, and what's in store for her if she doesn't eagerly do everything she's told?"
"Certainly," Olga said.
She moved along the wall to a built-in cabinet. She reached in and took something long and black from inside, then carried it back and held it up in front of Sharon's frightened face.
"This," she said, spewing spit into Sharon's face, "is what you get each time you even think about disobeying!"