Cathy Ch. 01

She felt her stomach churn, she grabbed the film and said "The very thought of what I have just done makes me want to puke, I would rather die than let you within a hundred yards of me ever again, you said it would be over, well I have the film so it's done. I will find a job and you can expect my resignation by the end of the month." She turned and walked to the door

"Sleep on it, you have the film, your good at your job as well as being a great shag it would be a shame to lose our new found friendship." he said, sneering at her, she ignored him and left 'thank god it's Friday' she thought as she ran down the road and caught a cab, she got dropped off some way from her house giving herself time to get composed and think thing's through.

She walked into the kitchen clutching her bag, Rob had left a note saying he had gone to bed and that her parents had taken Jordan to the villa for the weekend. She poured herself a large vodka taking the film from her bag pulled the tape out of the cartridge and tore it to shreds, bursting into tears, sobbing her heart out. An hour later freshly showered she got into bed and snuggled up to her sleeping husband, thankful for everything she had and determined to put it all behind her, she would look for a new job and until then she would do everything she could to stay away from Ted, it wouldn't be easy, but she had to do it and it was nothing compared to what she had already done that night.

Rob woke her early with a hot cup of tea, "Sorry babe got an international to do," he siad " Your mum's keeping Jordan for a week at the villa and I should be back by Wednesday ok, love you." and with that he was gone, she didn't even have time to kiss him. She got up late and had a long bath, still feeling dirty from the night before, she put a jogging suite on and was sitting in the garden drinking tea when the phone rang. "Hello." she said

"Morning Cathy." It was Ted, "Check your email, I'll call back in an hour" he said, he hung up before she could say anything.

She wasn't surprised at his request as she quite often got messages from business client's at the weekend, it was the abruptness that caught her attention, it must have been urgent so she went into her study and switched on her pc, went online and checked her email, there was one from Ted with an attachment, she downloaded the file and clicked on it, as soon as it opened she rushed to the toilet where she was instantly sick.

'It cant be' she thought as she went back to the study, taking a deep breath she opened the file again "Oh fuck! you fucking bastard you promised" she shouted. What she saw was not the old film but a new one of Cathy naked on her hand's and knees begging daddy to fuck her hard to make her his bitch, it was from the night before, he had set her up "Oh god what the fuck am I going to do," she knew what he would want, he wanted her and with this fresh film and her looking like she loved it she knew she was trapped. She was angry at herself for falling into that trap, she hated him and herself. The phone rang, she picked it up knowing it would be him. "Hello."

"Hi Cat what do you think of your new movie then?" he asked, victory oozing from every word "Why don't you come down to the suite so we can discuss your latest feature, shall we say in an hour." and he hung up.

What choice did she have, none, but he did say 'discuss' so maybe he was willing to trade, maybe he would settle for sex now and then or even once a week, she could do that, it would make her sick but she could do it if that's what it took to keep him quiet, to save her marriage and job. She wasn't going to give in lightly though she would keep it to as little as possible. She dressed in her usual work clothes trying to keep thing's formal and got a cab to the suite.

At her knock he opened the door still dressed in those jogger's and no top, her stomach turned at the sight of him, she walked passed him and almost threw up again. He had got a 42" TV showing the film of the previous night and all round the room he had stuck still's up of the original film, he turned the volume up and she heard herself saying 'Oh daddy your so big I want you so much' if she didn't know better she would have believed she meant it.

He stood in front of her and said "Now where were we before you got stubborn, oh yes, suck me bitch or I will send these to everyone you love"

She grasped at the last vestige of hope she had "But you said we could discuss it."

"We can discuss later but now you will do as I say," he said with a smile "For now get your clothes off and suck my cock till I come, and as you love it so much make sure you swallow every little drop."

'Discuss it later' she thought what choice did she have but to do as he wanted she stood facing him and slowly undid her jacket letting it slide off her shoulder's and drop to the floor, she undid the buttons on her blouse and unclipped her bra piling these on the floor, then her skirt. When it came to her pant's she faltered and looked at Ted but he wanted it all, as she bent down to remove her leg his hand came out and cupped her tit releasing it again as she stood up. She got on her knee's and pulled his jogger's down taking hold of his erect penis she slowly slid it into her mouth, crying and sucking at the same time, she glanced up at him and saw he was watching her as she worked his erection, she was eager to get it over with, he kept watching her even as his juice hit the back of her throat. She knew that this was not so much for pleasure but more for control.

Stepping away from her he sat on the settee "Good!" he said "Now a few ground rules starting with dress code, I quite like your skirt's but let's make them a little more interesting, get some that are flared and maybe a split here and there and try to add some colour as well, we all know you're a professional but you don't have to always look like it, same with the top's, dress down a little now and then and get some that don't fit quite so tightly, mix them in a bit I like tight but they may tear if I grab your tit's, high heels at all time's of course and stocking's with or without sussy's, no bra and no pants at anytime, I may need a quick fuck now and again and they will only get in the way is that clear?"

She tried hard to keep calm, "Yes Ted it's clear." she said, "But doe's it have to be this way, you said we could discuss it."

"You will at all time's call me Mr Heron." he continued, "and when nobody is within listening range it will be Mr Heron SIR is that clear."

She went bright but she knew that this was the way it was going to be "Yes Mr Heron….sir." now she was getting angry, "but you did say we could discuss it."

"We are discussing it," he said with a broad smile "you will do what I say when I say, you will fuck when I say and who I say without question, and you will do anything else that I wish, from here on you will be my personal slave for sex and whatever else I feel you should do. One last thing, we both know how much you love to be fucked we have seen the evidence so you better look like your enjoying it got that."

She was still standing in front of him, she hadn't even tried to cover herself let alone get dressed, she knew he would stop her, she was angry "Yes Mr Heron sir if that's the discussion over will there be anything else Mr Heron Sir." she said it with a great deal of angry sarcasm.

He jumped out of his seat and slapped her as hard as he could across the face, as she spun he grabbed hold of her tit digging his nails in like knives, she screamed at the slap and screamed again at the pain he caused as he dragged her across the room by her tit, he threw her across the desk face down not bothering to clear it, ramming his knee's between her legs he spread them wide, without any preamble he rammed his newly erect prick into her dry pussy, she screamed again in real pain tears streaming down her face, she tried to fight back but he pushed her head down hitting the desk hard, he rammed into her as hard as he could, "Get sarcy with me you fucking whore" ramming into her "maybe you will think twice before you do it again." ramming ramming he slapped her across the arse making her scream again now his prick was sliding into her as she got wet, "Fucking bitch you fucking whore I am gonna have fun shagging you whenever I want you, aargggghhh yes you slut bitch fucking slag." and his jism joined with her juices as she moaned in agony. He took his prick out and grabbing her hair pulled her to the floor in front of him, "Clean it slag."

She was in too much pain to say or do anything other than as she was told, she slid him into her mouth and licked him clean, tasting her own juice as well as his and even a slight taste of blood, he threw her to the floor.

She lay there waiting for the next humiliation, she knew now that she would have to do whatever he wanted, she had no doubt now that he would reveal her secret to everyone, and she had to be his slave, unable to protect herself even verbally

He had sat down in a chair now still naked "Get me a drink slut." he ordered. She dragged herself off the floor and taking his glass got him another drink as she gave it to him he said "You better go in the bathroom and get cleaned up."

Once in the bathroom she realised how damaged she was, when he threw her on the table he had moved nothing and her body was covered in small cut's or dent's where pens and other items had dug into her flesh, her tit had deep nail marks, two of them were seeping blood, she stepped into the shower and turned the water on, the sudden cold followed by the hot made her tingle, once she had soaped herself she turned the water to cold, she needed to be awake and aware, she couldn't make another mistake with this man. With just a towel wrapped round her she went back into the sitting room "Could I have a drink please Mr Heron Sir." she asked quietly, not a hint of sarcasm this time just slave.

"Drop the towel bitch," he said, "and get me a drink as well, then you better go and prepare for your new role in life."

She gave him his drink and swallowed hers in one go, dressing quickly now before he changed his mind, she opened the door half expecting him to stop her and continue her torture, she stepped outside and ran. She caught a cab and went straight home, once there she deleted the email along with it's attachment, she wanted nothing of that animal in her home, She ran a bath and soaked while she tried to think thing's through.

She knew she had to do what he wanted but how was she to do that and her job without the two interfering with each other, and if he was going to treat her like that all the time Rob would see the mark's and ask question's, she couldn't see a way round it she would have to take it a day at a time, even the clothes he wanted her to wear were a problem, the only stocking's she had were fishnet that she had worn once for Rob, and all her work clothes were the same, she got out of the bath with everything still going through her head, she was in a total daze, confused, every time the phone rang she wanted to run away but she still had a life so had to answer it. He didn't call again but by Sunday night she was totally exhausted, she went to bed and fell into restless sleep

"Hey sleepy wake up and get yourself a cuppa" It was the radio alarm, Cathy jumped up shocked at the sudden noise. She got out of bed and without thinking went through her normal morning ritual, as she opened the front door to leave she looked around at her beautiful home and wondered how long it would last, would she be able to keep up with Heron's demand's, would he have his fun and show the video anyway, a million and one question's, none of which she could answer.

She arrived at work as usual and Heron was in his office, it had become there habit to go over the previous day's event's and the day's targets before anyone else arrived which was usually about an hour after them. She had done the best she could with his dress code, all her suit's were the same and so were her blouses, she didn't have any casual wear that would be suitable for work so she had put her jacket on but not a blouse or a bra, she was wearing her fishnet stocking's and suspender's but felt really uncomfortable wearing them at work it was so out of place, but what choice did she have "Slag, get me a coffee." he shouted. Even though Cathy knew they were alone she looked around the office embarrassed as well as scared

A moment later she walked into his office and put the coffee on his desk "So my little slapper same old suit I see come round here." Cathy moved round the desk in front of him, "No blouse that's good open it lets have a look at those tit's." red faced and hesitantly she undid the buttons and opened her jacket. He ran his finger's over her nipples and squeezed her tit till she made a pained sound, "Nice." his hand moved on down to the hem of her skirt pulling it up above her waist, "Great, fishnet and sussy's something to look forward to later." he pushed his hand between her legs and forced them apart pushing a finger into her pussy, "I've put a finger up your cunt say thank you slut."

She hesitated for a second then "Thank you Mr Heron sir" she hadn't made any move to stop him, she knew it was hopeless, he withdrew his finger and after running it under his nose licked it clean "Please may I say something Mr Heron sir." she said

"Try asking again slut whore and remember what you are." he said with a huge smile

She waited for a moment containing her anger and then falteringly said "May…. your unworthy…. slut whore…. please speak Mr Heron sir." she said it slowly hardly able to contain her growing anger, not moving to lower her skirt and at the same time concerned that someone might walk in, a stupid worry really as the whole office was visible from here and yet no one could see in because of the reflective glass.

"Yes but first suck me off bitch." He slid forward in his chair and unzipped his fly.

With an uneasy look at the window she went to her knees "Don't worry were safe." he said, and she heard the click of the lock as he pushed the security button.

She took him in her mouth and knowing that the office would soon start to fill went to work on him, sucking him and then flicking her tongue over the head pulling the skin back and lightly using her teeth, she had to make him come quickly so she let out some moaning sound's as well. Whether it was because she had given in or because she was afraid someone would walk in she didn't know but her pussy was getting wet. He soon spurted into her mouth and she cleaned up every drop, making it look like she loved it once she finished cleaning him she stood up

"You enjoyed that didn't you." he said

She didn't need to think this time she knew what she was supposed to say, her anger was being swallowed up by the feeling of utter defeat, "Yes Mr Heron sir I enjoyed it very much thank you." she replied, his hand went to her pussy, 'fuck she thought I'm still wet'

"Yes you did, that's what I like a nice wet cunt, take a seat." he said pointing at the seat opposite him.

Cathy went to pull her skirt down "Leave it up bring the chair round here." She moved the chair round to his side of the desk and sat in it. "Now put your legs over the arms, that's it now while you talk to me you can masturbate"

Cathy was shocked, her leg's were spread across the arms of the chair so he could see right into her pussy, he could see the juices glistening, but to masturbate this close to him knowing he would smell her cunt and see her juices flowing made her feel ill, but she had no choice, slowly she moved her hand down to her quim running her finger over her clit she felt the juices start to flow, despite herself she started to want it, she even felt that she wanted to come, she started to talk in time with her movement. "As your most humble and unworthy slave Mr Heron sir my only wish is to please you in every way and yet my financial condition at this time will not allow me to adhere to your required dress code sir."

"Hmmm" he said "Well I suppose it is the place of every slave owner to supply the required clothing, Lets see, yes, if you come I will see what I can do, no orgasm no payment for the whore, that seem fare to you."

Suddenly the phone rang Cathy panicked and looked out of the office window people had started to arrive, he picked up the phone "I didn't say stop bitch, hello, Mr Arnold good morning no I was speaking to Cathy yes she is doing very well, yes of course you can." He put his hand over the mouthpiece and said, "He wants to say good morning but you don't stop." He held the phone to her ear taking the opportunity to play with her tit with his free hand pinching her nipple hard as she spoke

"Morning Mr Albert how are you, oh yes I have .. a slight cold nothing serious… yes we get on very well he can be a bit of a slave driver at times but you know me anything to please…. hmnnnn.. Yes good bye."

He smiled at her little joke which for some stupid reason pleased her, he moved the phone down to her pussy and pushed it in making her gasp, he was rough and obviously enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure on her face pulling the phone out he said "Yes Mr Arnold sorry I got distracted thought I saw a pussy… cat on the sill…. Yes of course later then bye." The thought of having Mr Arnold phone fucking her and the possibility of anyone walking in was too much for Cathy and as much as she hated it, as much as she hated what he was doing to her she started to come, "No! not yet don't stop but don't come, first you will tell me who and what you are what your new purpose in life is and then you will beg my permission to come, if you do it correctly I may allow it." he said as he sat back in his chair sneering at her and enjoying the power he had over her.

"Hnnnn, I am your slut your whore your slave, both sex and otherwise to do your bidding," she said fighting to hold back her orgasm, "my soul purpose is to please you to fuck you and anyone you tell me to, I must please them and you whenever and however you say, the only enjoyment in my life is the enjoyment I give you, please please Mr Heron sir please can I come now if it pleases you sir."

"Well done slapper now you really know your place you can stop you will not come, not yet, it's time to get to work so stop now and we will sort something out about your uniform in the meantime here's £20 for the blow job" and with that he pushed the note into her wet throbbing cunt almost making her come. "Now you're a real prostitute say thank you whore." he said

Cathy was almost in tears, "Thank you Mr Heron sir, for the money it is very generous of you." she took the note and stood up, shaking violently she dressed and turning to him said "Please may I leave now Mr Heron sir."

"Yes Cathy we will catch up on thing's later and no private finger fuck's ok." he laughed

He and Cathy had adjoining office's so she went through the joining door to her own office and was thankful that the main door was closed, she dropped into her chair and taking a deep breath pulled herself together, at least as much as her throbbing cunt would allow it. She got up and went down the hall to the toilets, both to pee, which proved quite painful, and to clean herself up, she thought 'why am I not in tears after what he has done' but the answer was simple what was the point it wouldn't stop him.

Once she had cleaned herself up she went back to her office in a much better mood than she thought possible everything considered.

Her whole life had changed in such a short period of time, she remembered that movie the minute Ted put it on, she had been so ashamed that she had quit the party scene and became an academic, and to everyone's surprise she had gained her degree, from that time till this she had been a business woman first and foremost, none of her ex boyfriends had ever seen that side of her even Rob had only seen a woman with a normal sexual appetite. Now her ghost had returned to haunt her and she would have to live with it or lose everything.