Journey Into Slavery Part 1

by Jack Allen

  He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, working his cock into her ass a bit at a time. He held her hips with both hands and she moaned every time he pushed his cock forward.

  It didn’t take long before half of his cock was inside her. She was rocking back and forth on the bed with him. Her ass felt fantastic, tighter and warmer than her pussy. After all of that, after having his cock down her throat and after having his cock deep in her pussy, it was going to be difficult to hold himself back.

  Sandy started to cum. She was writhing and twisting beneath him and moaning into the pillow. Her tight hole clamped around his cock like it was trying to pull him deeper. Greg’s mouth hung open and he was gasping. He didn’t know he could make his wife cum with his cock in her ass.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm was coming on hard. He thrust his hips forward and pushed his cock deeper in her ass. If she screamed in pain, he was too caught up in the pleasure of his own orgasm to hear it.

  He was doubled over and groaned hard from deep in his gut when his cum spewed into her ass. Sandy became still.

  He bucked his hips, shooting his cum into her ass again and again. Each time, he forced his cock a little deeper, and she flinched like he was hitting a tender spot. In the back of his mind he hoped he wasn’t hurting her. In the middle of his orgasm, though, there was nothing he could do about it.

  All of his strength left him and he fell to the bed beside her. His cock came out of her ass and a flood of cum ran down the inside of her thighs.

  Sandy settled on the bed on her side, moaning softly. Her face was flushed. She was looking at Greg and had a satisfied smile. He was weak and breathing hard.

  “Baby?” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  “You can take the cuffs off now.”

  “Oh. Right.” He sat up and looked to his left, then to his right. “Where’s the key?”

  Sandy giggled.

  “In the pocket of my shorts, silly,” she said.

  He climbed off the bed and felt through the pockets of her shorts for the key. He unlocked the cuffs. She pulled her hands out. He laid down next to her again, holding the cuffs, and she laid on her back, rubbing her wrists.

  “Where did you get these things?” Greg said.

  “Eugene gave them to me.”

  Greg blinked. “Eugene? Your boss?”

  “Mm hm.”

  “What made him give you a pair of handcuffs?” Greg said.

  Sandy leaned up on her elbow and tickled her fingers through the hair on his chest.

  “Well ... That’s a funny story,” she said.

  Greg stared up at the ceiling while he listened.

  “It was last week, when I went in to work late for like the third day in a row. Eugene said I was drunk. I told him I was just hung over. He didn’t care,” she said.

  Greg frowned and shook his head. Of course Eugene wouldn’t care. He never did care about things like that. He’d always been an asshole.

  As if it was a movie playing out on the ceiling above his head, Greg could see the whole thing. He could see Sandy stumbling into Eugene’s insurance office with her head down. She probably would look drunk.

  He had met Eugene a few times. He wasn’t a tall guy, maybe around five and a half feet, and he had thick, black hair and a smile that made him look like his teeth were clenched in pain.

  Greg could see him standing in the doorway of his office in his black slacks, crisp white shirt and bright red tie with his hands on his hips, glaring at Sandy. He was watching her stumble through the office toward her desk, dragging her feet. The other two women who worked with her, Rebecca and Julie, were watching her also.

  “Sandy? Would you come into my office, please?” Eugene said, just as she got to her desk and reached for her coffee mug.

  Sandy rolled her eyes and followed him into his office. Rebecca and Julie were looking at her with big grins that they were obviously trying to hide, like they knew she was in for something.

  Eugene closed his office door.

  “Sit down, Sandy,” he said.

  She sat down in the arm chair that faced his desk. He stood in front of his desk, facing her, with his arms crossed.

  “Do you know why I asked you in here?” he said.

  “Because I’m late?”

  “Sandy, you’re drunk.”

  She rubbed her head. “I’m not drunk, Eugene. I’m hung over.”

  “I don’t care what you wanna call it, Sandy. This is the third day this week you’ve come in here late and drunk or hung over, or whatever you wanna call it. What the hell’s got into you?”

  Sandy shrugged.

  “I guess I just started having more fun,” she said with a weak smile.

  But Eugene was not amused. His angry face became more dark. He went behind his desk and sat in the chair, which was a high-tech looking contraption of black fabric and stainless steel with a tall back, which made him look smaller than he really was.

  “It doesn’t look like you’re having much fun to me,” he said.

  “Oh, believe me. I am,” Sandy said with a chuckle.

  Eugene just sighed and laced his fingers together on the desk.

  “You’re free to have as much fun as you can handle on your own time, if that’s what it means to you. When you walk in that door you’re on my time and I can’t afford to let you waste my time when you come in late and drunk,” he said.

  Sandy snorted. “Give me a break, Eugene. You’re making, what? Two, three hundred thousand a year? You can afford it, trust me.”

  Eugene just stared at her for a long time. Then he got up and stepped out of his office and closed the door. Inside the office, Sandy could hear his voice through the glass, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. When he came back in, his face was still set in that grim expression. He closed the door again and locked it and closed the blinds.

  “I think we’re going to have to take some action for this,” he said, and went behind his desk again.

  “Like what?”

  “I think you need to be punished for your behavior.”

  Sandy swallowed hard. “Punished?”

  Eugene opened one of the drawers in his desk, took something out and dropped it on the desktop. Sandy’s eyes got big. It was a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs.

  “What are those for?” she said.

  “Those are a part of your punishment.”

  Sandy stared at him and laughed.

  “You can’t be serious. Aren’t you just gonna threaten to fire me or something?” she said.

  Eugene shook his head slowly. His face was very sober.

  “I don’t make threats, Sandy.”

  He stood up and picked up the handcuffs and came around the desk. From her chair, she looked up at him.

  “I’m gonna need you to stand up,” he said.

  His voice was a flat monotone. There was no expression on his face. Sandy hesitated, then stood up. She was a couple of inches taller than him, but she was suddenly very fidgety.

  “Now I’m gonna need you to turn around,” Eugene said.

  Sandy turned around in her spot. She was trembling.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Eugene’s voice was very commanding. She did as he ordered and put her hands behind her back.

  He slapped the first cuff on one wrist and she yelped. She was shaking a little more. He jerked her other arm and slapped the second cuff on her other wrist. She yelped again, and her eyes filled with tears.

  “Now, turn around and sit down, please,” Eugene said.

  Sandy turned to face him again, fighting the urge to sob out loud. She could not look him in the eyes and sat in the chair with her face turned down.

  Eugene started to unfasten his pants. He was standing right in front of her, only inches from her face. Through the tears in her eyes, she watched his hands.

  “I assume you know how to suck cock,” he said.

  Sandy looked up to his face. There wa
s an angry growl in his voice that made her insides sink. She nodded slowly. Eugene chuckled, with that uncomfortable smile on his face that made him look like he was in pain.

  “I always knew you were a good cock sucker. I bet you treat Greg right, don’t you?”

  Sandy nodded again. The tears were running down her cheeks.

  “When I get done with you, you’ll be treating him like a king.”

  He opened the front of his slacks and pulled out his cock. Sandy’s eyes bulged. It was big and fat, maybe not as long as Greg’s, but thicker, almost twice as thick. She looked up to his face, where he was wearing an evil-looking sneer.

  “You better open your mouth wide ‘cause this cock is going in whether you’re ready for it or not,” he said.

  He grabbed the hair on top of her head and pulled hard. Sandy winced and screamed. He jerked her head to the side. His hips thrust forward and his cock hit her in the upper lip, just under her nose.

  Her head jerked back. It was like getting hit in the face with a baseball bat. She tried to reach up to cover her mouth with her hands, but they were locked behind her back.

  Eugene twisted her hair harder.

  “Now open your mouth,” he said through his clenched teeth.

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could. He shoved his cock in, as deep as he could make it go. She squealed around it, and her eyes bulged. It was too thick for her. She felt like her lips were splitting.

  Eugene held her head in both hands and thrust his cock harder, deeper into her mouth. She squealed, but it was muffled. She gagged furiously, and her eyes ran with tears. He kept jamming his cock into her mouth, like he was trying to kill her with it.

  “Come on, woman. I know you can take all of it,” he said.

  But it was too thick to get down her throat and just made her gag. Her eyes rolled back in her head. What was it going to take to make him cum and get this over with?

  “Oh fuck yeah, Sandy. You got a great mouth. I always knew you’d be a great cock sucker.”

  It felt like he was fucking her mouth forever, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before he stopped thrusting with his hips. But he didn’t pull his cock out of her mouth. He left it there while she coughed and gagged around it, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  “That’s enough of that. Now show me what else you got,” he said.

  Finally, he yanked his cock out of her mouth. She doubled over in the chair, coughing and spitting. Eugene cleared off the top of his desk.

  “All right. You ready? We’re not done yet,” he said, and lifted her to her feet.

  “What-What are you doing?” she said.

  He unfastened the front of her dress slacks and let them fall to the floor.

  “We got more work to do. Now you just lay down right here.”

  He turned her to face his desk and bent her over it. The polished wood surface was cold against her cheek. He put one hand on the small of her back to hold her down, and used his other hand to pull down her panties. Sandy wiggled, but with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn’t move much.

  Eugene used his feet to spread her legs apart. But her slacks were bound around her ankles like another set of cuffs, and they would only spread so far apart.

  “Please, Eugene. Please don’t hurt me,” she said.

  There was a frightened tremor in her voice, and she was shaking like a leaf.

  “Sandy, relax,” Eugene said.

  He stuck two fingers into her pussy and she flinched.

  “Look at how wet you are. You don’t even know how bad you want this,” he said.

  He lined himself up behind her and rubbed the head of his wide cock on her warm, wet slit. Sandy whimpered. This was going to hurt, and he wasn’t going to be gentle with her like Ian was with his huge cock.

  Eugene shoved it into her. Sandy screamed and pushed herself up. The sharp pain was intense, like he was tearing her open. He paused, but only for a moment, and shoved it forward again. She shrieked. She tried to curl up into a ball, but he was holding her down so she couldn’t get away. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take it.

  He paused again. Sandy was whimpering, almost sobbing. It was hard to move with his pole jammed up between her legs.

  “God damn, Sandy. You are one tight cunt. Had I known it was going to be this much work to get my cock into you, I would have done this much sooner,” Eugene said.

  She had her teeth clenched, trying to endure the searing pain. She couldn’t listen to whatever he was saying. He was pounding his cock in and out of her with his hips. There was nothing tender or caring about his technique, just hard, straight fucking, like all he cared about was getting himself off. Held together at his back, she had her hands balled into fists, and she grunted each time he drove his cock into her.

  It took a few minutes before the pain eased and her pussy was stretched enough to let his fat cock slide in and out. Either she was numb between her legs, or she was beginning to enjoy it.

  She was moaning and gasping, and pushed her ass back against him. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. After all the humiliation he had put her through, trying to choke her to death with his cock, then mercilessly ripping her pussy open with it, now she was going to cum. How depraved had she become to enjoy being put through all of that?

  “Oh yeah, Sandy. I’m gonna cum,” Eugene said.

  She tried to look back at him. Without her arms, though, she couldn’t turn herself. Then she felt the warmth of his cum spreading through her belly. He pushed his cock deep into her pussy and held it there, and made her wince. She waited for him to pick it up again so she could get herself off, too, but he just stayed there, with his hot cock in her pussy.

  She wiggled her ass.

  “Come on, Eugene. What about me?” she said.

  He yanked his cock out of her pussy and gave her a hard smack on her ass with his open palm. Sandy yelped and jumped.

  “Shut up, bitch. I never said this had anything to do with you,” he said.

  He wiped his cum from his cock on her ass, right where he had just smacked her, where she was still stinging.

  “Now get dressed and get back to work,” he said.

  Sandy pushed herself up off the desk. She stood in front of him on trembling legs, with her slacks and panties down at her ankles, and his cum dripping from her abused pussy.

  Eugene took his keys from his pocket, stepped behind her and removed the cuffs. Her wrists were sore and she rubbed them for a second before she bent down to pull up her slacks.

  Eugene walked around his desk and sat down in his tall leather chair and picked up his pen. He tossed the handcuffs across the desk.

  “Next time you come in here drunk and late, Sandy, I’m not gonna be so nice,” he said.

  Sandy pinched her lips together and nodded. She tried not to grin. She started toward the door on her weak, shaky legs.

  “Wait a minute,” Eugene said.

  Sandy stopped with her hand on the door handle.

  “Take those with you,” he said, and pointed at the cuffs on the corner of his desk.

  “Those? What do I need those for?” she said, and picked up the handcuffs.

  “What the fuck do I know? Just take them with you.”

  He didn’t look at her, but was focused on the paperwork in front of him. Sandy folded the cuffs into the palm of her hand to hide them. She staggered out of the office on her wobbly legs and took a deep breath. It was going to be hard to face Rebecca and Julie. There was no way they could have missed all the noise she made in Eugene’s office.

  But the office was empty. She closed the door to Eugene’s office behind her and looked around at the empty desks, as if the girls were just hiding under them, ready to jump out and surprise her. Then she looked at the cuffs in her hand and a grin spread slowly across her face.

  It all made sense now. Eugene had sent them out on a long lunch so he could be alone with her in his office. How many times had he sent
her and one of the other girls out for a long lunch, or on a long errand, and she never thought twice about what he was doing with Julie or Rebecca in his office while they were gone.

  She walked to her desk and sat down. She put the handcuffs on the corner by the phone, where Rebecca and Julie wouldn’t miss them. Her grin got a little bigger. It was like she had become part of their secret club. She couldn’t wait for the next time she came in late.

  JOURNEY INTO SLAVERY PART 1

  Copyright © 2009 Jack Allen

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