The Break Room

Suran led the two young women - Amber and Diana - up the stairs at the back of reception, and into the main section of the building. The office segment was divided into cubicals and desks, and Diana could hear the ring of phones, and the typing of keyboards. The floor was carpeted thickly, and her feet were tickled as she walked. At first, her legs felt weak, the aftereffects of her orgasm robbing her of strength, but after a while, she was able to walk more steadily. She had to admit, she was a little bit disappointed when she first entered the office area. After all, she'd expected some sort of sex dungeon, with low lights, and toys, but instead, it looked like....well, any office area in a large company. People moved back and forth, working on their assigned tasks. There an air of business about the place that was hard to ignore. A sense of a machine ticking over, as though everyone was doing their allotted task. The sense of quiet efficiency was surprising, but then, Diana supposed it made sense. After all, the company was supposed to be quite good at actually making money. You couldn't do that just by being deranged sex pests.

"Diana, you'll be working throughout the building." Suran said. "Taking calls, carrying messages, filling in for other secretaries where they are unable to do their duties, and so forth. Amber can give you more detail if you want it. Now, let me show you to the break room."

He led them through the large room, and to a corridor in the side. As she walked, Diana felt the eyes of several of the workers on her. She was recognised as a new hire fairly quickly after that, and the back of her neck prickled with the attention she got. She did her best to ignore it, standing tall and striding through the room unhindered by the way the wind blew up her skirt, reminding her of her lack of panties. The back of her throat felt dry and hot, and her nerves were hard to suppress, but even so, she did her best. Walking like she owned the place, even as she felt Amber cast her gaze low. She didn't know what to say to the other woman, feeling strange in her presence. Somewhere downstairs, Lisa was being tormented in return for Amber's freedom. She didn't know what to think about that. Was she angry at Amber? She didn't feel too angry, but the whole situation was still so confusing and chaotic, she hadn't really had time to take a hard look at her own feelings.

They came to a large corridor, which led to several more rooms. Suran introduced them.

"To the left, the bathrooms for men and women. To the right, the breakroom, where people can rest during their off time. Not you, though. Not unless you're taken there by someone else, anyway. In which case, I doubt it's going to be for a break. Do you see those doors to the right?"

"Yes." Diana said, gazing in the direction he indicated. "I see them."

"Those lead to the punishment rooms. There are three of them on each floor, and they are all fully equipped. At any time, any secretary can be taken there by the authority of an employee, and disciplined according to their desires. I am sure you'll see more than enough of them soon enough."

He chuckled, and Diana felt her face heat up.

Suran turned then, and led them into the break room. The break room was...well, it was well appointed, she had to give it that. it was more of a break hall than a room, with a microwave and a fridge near the door, and the front opened up to a set of windows that overlooked the city outside. Between the two, there were tables, a TV had been set into the far wall, and plush chairs had been set down as well. There was a sink and a tap, but that was not what drew Diana's attention as she entered the room.

In addition to the normal furnishing of the break room, there were several more which were not so standard. Large metal bars jutted from stands bolted to the floor, typically next to the chairs. Some of the stands had metal arms, which could be used in conjunction with rope to bind someone in nearly any position. Others had metal cuffs. Dotted around the hall, there were other things too. Diana recognised the compact forms of Sybians, but also there were whips, and chains, vibrators were piled in a cupboard to the side. A paddle was lying on one of the chairs, and a video recorder was present on a shelf by the wall. Though, hardly anyone was present as Suran led them into the room, Diana felt her heart skip a beat, sensing that she was approaching a place that saw many women degraded and often as well. Was one of them going to be her?

"It's traditional for the first day of a new hire to be spent with a certain ritual." Suran said. "But since the two of you arrived so early, it's not really ready yet, Diana. So I am afraid I am going to have to leave you here for a little bit. Do your best to entertain the guests, would you please?"

He smirked to himself as he led her to one of the stands. It was a long one, with a crossed beam of metal about mid length up it. It felt cold against her back as Suran **** her to stand against it. A moment later, cuffs clicked about her wrists, binding her hands behind her, and connecting them to the beam. Diana frowned, even as her womanhood tingled. She tried to pull her hands apart, but couldn't. She was trapped.

"Not a bad sight." Suran said, taking a step back to admire it. "But not quite good enough yet. Amber, make yourself useful, would you?"

"Y-yes sir!" Amber squeaked.

Suran reached into his pocket, and tossed something to the fuzzy haired woman. It was a long thick shaft, though far too small to be a sex toy. Instead, it was a marker, felt-tipped.

"Permanent marker." Suran said. I want you to undress Diana here. Then, each time she climaxes, I want you to mark it on her. Somewhere nice and personal. I'll come back for the two of you once everything is ready."