The most unusual thing about the table was the track like slot that had been inlaid into the wood. Fitting into the recessed slot on the top of the table was a padded platform on wheels. On that platform were four metal clamps, two toward the middle of the table and the other pair toward the edge. And Sharon didn't have very long to wonder about the platform's design before she found out about it firsthand.
Jason, the butler, and Tara, the office manager, forced the naked secretary down onto her back atop the small platform. The clamps toward the middle of the table were snapped around her upper arms just below the shoulders, and they held the top of her body firmly against the padding. Then her knees were bent severely and her feet pulled back toward the cheeks of her ass until they rested on top of the platform. Her ankles were then captured by the other pair of clamps, and the combination pinned her solidly to the platform.
The device wasn't quite as long as her body so both her ass and head pushed past the ends. At one extreme, Jason pulled out a small extension to hold up her head and the addition brought her some relief. But there was nothing done about her ass hanging off the other edge, and, enhanced by the unnatural spread of her knees, the position spread her naked pussy wide open. Her cunt mound split and her tender inner pussylips flowered, showing the mouth of her cunthole.
Then Jason and Tara left her. She could rock the platform, but not free herself from its grasp. Her knees ached from the sharp angle and her pussy felt shamefully exposed. The platform was close enough to the edge of the table that her ass and cunt actually extended past the oaken top, and Sharon's mind fought wildly with the terrible thoughts of what might happen next. She was to get any from the terrible wiring of her tits to an electrical current, but she was afraid that she was now on the way to even more horrifying trouble.
That possibility was brought home when several men and a few women began arriving in the room. Sharon was bound up at the head of the large table, and all of the people were taking seats along the sides and far end, but each of them took the few seconds to pass by and stare down at Sharon's naked flesh. The young secretary groaned to herself with humiliation, embarrassment.
Even the women entering the room were dressed in expensive suits and ties, making Sharon even more intensely aware of her lewdly exposed tits and cunt. She didn't even have the small comfort of pussyhair to help cover her gaping cuntgash, and the tormented woman's naked flesh burned hot and scarlet from the humiliation that she felt.
To make matterd worse, not a single one of the people arriving in the room offered the least hint of comfort or concern. Each of the executives acted like it was the normal course of things to have a chained, naked sex slave present at their business meeting.
When the chairs were filled with executives, the door to the hallway opened one final time. Titus Marks strolled into the room, followed by a thin blonde female administrative assistant, and he walked around to sit in the single vacant chair left at the head of the table. When he had settled in, Sharon could no longer see him beyond the top of her head, but the tall blonde woman, wearing a tightly tailored gray suit and a long, black tie, stood nearby and stared down at the frightened, naked secretary with obvious amusement.
"I trust all you had an excellent lunch at the executive dining room," Titus said slowly. "And if there are any complaints about the food, you should address them to Miss Anderson."
The blonde nodded her head. Her hair, cropped short at her ears, bobbed when she did.
But her blue eyes never left Sharon's naked tits. It was as if Sharon's tits were the only thing that interested her in the room.
"As usual at our board meetings," Titus said after a slight pause, "we'll have our dessert while we work. The delectable treat on the menu this afternoon is a brand new acquisition, and I'm sure all of you will give her an appropriate executive welcome."
There were titters of laughter around the room. The nervous sound of excitement and lust in the laughing voices made Sharon's blood fill with ice. If there had been any doubt before, it was swept away now – she was facing an afternoon of sexual abuse.
"As is custom," Titus said, "while we pass around and enjoy dessert, we'll take care of a little business. So, Miss Anderson, if you'll be so kind as to unlock the brake, we'll get on with this meeting."
The tail blonde woman leaned over and sacked Sharon's right nipple loudly into her hot, wet mouth. The suction distended the tit until it stretched painfully in over the woman's velvety tongue, then her glistening teeth bit firmly into the flesh.
Sharon yipped in pain and surprise as her tit was deeply marked by sharp teeth. Then the administrative assistant tripped the brake on the platform and snapped Sharon's tit out of her mouth, leaving an angry bite mark around the nipple, before shoving the platform and the tormented secretary to the tight.
The platform glided easily on its track past Titus Marks and stopped at the first person on the other side. That person was a gray-haired, older woman with rimless glasses perched on her slightly pugged nose. As Sharon watched in panic, the elderly woman removed her eyeglasses and laid them on the table. Then her face nodded toward Sharon's hairless pussy. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth to greedily lick through Sharon's cuntgash.
Sharon cried and whipped her head to the side to look back up toward the head of the table.
Titus scowled at the noise and nodded at his administrative assistant, who took a black riding crop out of a briefcase and began slapping it loudly into the palm of one hand. Sharon's cries stopped and fear speared through her guts. There was no doubt about the message the sexy administrative assistant was conveying: Interrupt Titus Marks while he was conducting his meeting and the riding crop would savage Sharon's flesh. The bound secretary immediately bit down hard on her lower lip, suffering the indignities in silence. And, while she trembled without making sound, the older woman began lapping pussyjuices from Sharon's cunt.
"Now!" Titus growled. "Without further interruption, we'll move on to the first order of business!"
The older woman who was eating Sharon's pussy apparently had an agenda of her own. As Titus' voice droned on about profit pictures and sales margins, the woman ran her long tongue through the captive secretary's cuntslit. The tip fucked against the head of the small clit biding in its folds of skin at the top of the gash. Then the tongue slid down the length of the pussy slit to poke at the mouth of Sharon's cunthole. In spite of Sharon's honor, the stimulation of her pussy caused her fuck juices to flow. The woman caught them with her tongue as they emerged from Sharon's cunthole and gulped them down her throat. The shaving of her pussy mound seemed to make Sharon's cunt even more sensitive than before, and pleasurable sexual sparks began to fire. Perhaps it had been no accident that the elderly woman had been first in line to enjoy Sharon's flesh as dessert, because the pussy-licking greased up the captive secretary's cunthole very well.
When the woman raised her head from between the secretary's legs, her deeply-lined face was smeared by the cuntjuices of young Sharon. She smiled, her teeth glinting from the moisture of the young cunthole she had eaten, and there was a satisfied look on her face. Finally, she sighed and pushed the platform to the right.
The large hand of a man reached up to stop the platform's progress along the track in the table. He positioned her naked body right before his chair, then gained the attention of Titus and rose from his seat.