Office affairs

Allison picked up her shirt, and covered her breast with it. She rose from the floor, wide eyed and wanting more. "Okay, but not a word of this to my girlfriend. I wouldn't want to upset her. And please, pull out before you come."

Jim licked his lips. "I was right about you. You're a horny little slut. Maybe we should invite your girlfriend to join us? Maybe she's just as big of a slut."

Maybe Ashley was, but Allison wasn't willing to lose her in the process to find out "No, I don't think so. Listen, you wanna fuck me? That's fine. I'll try to satisfy you completely. Just let's leave her alone."

"Whatever you say, missy." Jim gestured for her to go into the office. He followed, and once they were inside, he closed the door, and locked it. "Drop your pants, and bend over the desk" he ordered Allison.

Allison dropped her pants, and pushed her panties down, allowing them to bunch up around her ankles. She stepped out of them, then bent over the desk like Jim had told her to.

Jim came up behind her and smacked her lovely round ass a couple of times. Allison whimpered each time as if she were enjoying it. "you like being spanked, huh slut?"

Allison thought on that question. For some reason it made her feel funny. Sure it hurt, but it also sent shock waves through her body. "I think maybe I do" she admitted.

"Hmm," Jim mumbled as he rubbed his chin, "You're a pain slut. I bet you'll get off real good if I turn your ass beet red. But I'm gonna take you downstairs for that."

"What do you mean downstairs?" asked Allison.

"You'll see when we get there" Jim answered as he pulled her arms behind her back, and slapped hand cuffs on her wrists. He opened a trap door in the floor, and revealed a flight of stairs that led downward. "Let's go!" he ordered Allison as he stood her straight up by her hair and duck walked her to the opening in the floor. "Get down there!" he bristled. "Make it quick!"

This was like some bad nightmare. Allison couldn't believe this. A simple quick fuck was turning in to something much more complicated. She felt the nudge of cold steel in her back. She was certain it had to be a gun, or some kind of weapon. Having no other option, she went swiftly down the stairs until she found herself in the midst of what reminded her of a medieval dungeon. There were cages to one end, two sets of stocks, a cross in the shape of an X, two restraint tables, a dentist's chair, and a counter that held all kinds of surgical and sexually related tools. Some she recognized, others she didn't.

Jim pulled up behind her, once again grabbing her by the hair. He duck walked her over to the cages. "I'm putting you in here for safe keeping. Don't worry. Your girlfriend will soon be with you. I'm gonna turn you both into something very special." He unlocked the cages, then pushed Allison inside one of them. He close the door, and it clicked shut.

"What are you going to do with us?" a stunned Allison asked. "Please, us let us go!"

"It's too late to do that. We'll have to see how things go. I might keep you both, or sell you both. Or might sell one of you, and keep the other. That depends on how special you can become." Jim turned and walked away. His intent now was to head directly to the room where Ashley lay sleeping peacefully.