The Fixer Ch. 02

"First and foremost, I want you to know that Derek is fully responsible for my decision. If he hadn't brought you to my attention I would have given he and the other sales staff credit for the great business out here."

I was taken aback. I guess Derek wasn't such a self centered jerk after all, and apparently, he did think about me from time to time.

"Well I will thank him the very next chance I get."

Falco smiled. "Well, you'll have that chance very soon," he cocked the gold Rolex, "Derek should be here any minute."

I was so very conflicted internally at this point, I didn't know how to react, what to say. Fortunately Mr. Falco picked up the conversation.

"As I mentioned briefly, there are some expectations that go along with the raise, and one of them is that you undergo training. Are you OK with that Diane?"

"Oh definitely sir, I have been chomping at the bit for a chance to improve and grow."

"Well very good. You'll be pleased to know I have placed your friend Derek in charge of your training!"

-----(O)-----

As if on queue, I heard the front door being keyed and unlocked. The door swung open and the last person I had hoped to see walked through it.

His long, lanky form sloped into the room with ease in his nicely draped suit, briefcase in hand.

I must have looked like a ghost.

Mr. Falco seemed overjoyed, like he was greeting his long lost son, "Hey!! There he is! The Fixer!"

Derek laid his case on my desk and turned to wrap his long, thick fingers around Falco's big ham hand and pump his arm, followed by the quick "guy hug" with a mutual back slap. He turned immediately to me, spinning on his heels and coming at me like a freight train.

"Diane honey, how are you!? It's been way too long!" Derek's voice made it sound like we were the best of old office mates, violently separated by some tragic circumstance.

"Wow baby, I see you decided to start wearing a little more makeup, good call, looks sexy as hell!"

He didn't miss a beat, throwing his arms around me and pulling me against him like a rag doll, mashing my breasts into his chest as he kissed my cheek.

It was completely uncomfortable, and I tried to put up a good appearance for Mr. Falco by not struggling too much. I reached my hands under his arms and patted his back awkwardly.

I was already thinking about the last time I had seen Derek, and my discomfort was growing heavier by the second.

As if he'd read my mind he broke the hug, grabbed me by the shoulders and held me up at arms length, as if he were inspecting me, my tip toes against the floor.

"Wow, seems like just yesterday Diane, and you look even better than the last time I saw you!" He gave me a big wink. "Have you been working out? He smiled knowingly at me, "Drinking those protein shakes?" He gave me another exaggerated wink.

I turned my head aside from his leering gaze. He was making this clear enough.

His comments could be interpreted plainly as:

The last time I saw you, you were down on your knees in front of me with my rank smelling semen dripping from you hair. I was rutting my big penis between your lovely tits, shooting my ripe, pungent sperm up your nose and all over your pretty face and shoulders...

I gasped suddenly and stiffened. I had been taken back to that moment and had been caught in time. It was as though I had been in a spell for the past few seconds. How long had I been out?

For a panic stricken second, I felt the room spin and I thought I might have to throw up, I struggled for breath.

I could hear Derek's voice, seemingly small and far away, now coming back into focus as he held me by my shoulders and spun me around to face Mr. Falco, laughing. "What did I tell you about that sexy librarian thing boss, huh?

I sucked my breath in all at once, coming back around. I realized I had no control whatsoever. No control over this situation, over my life or my body.

I was sure now that Derek had told Falco about the storeroom, he had to have told him. That's why Falco had me show him in there.

I felt so completely small, helpless and objectified. Derek's huge hands gripped me by my thin shoulders and showed me off to this powerful executive, who nodded his smiling approval.

I saw Mr. Falco's gaze fall from my face to my chest, watched his jaw go slack and his eyes glaze over with lust as they zeroed in on my breasts.

All the above feelings and emotions compounded and collided; small, helpless, objectified and frightened, bringing my tortured mind to the point of madness.

Suddenly, I was horrified to find myself in an extreme state of heightened sexual arousal.

Derek spun me back around, and with his body blocking me from Falco's view, he slipped his right hand down from my shoulder and firmly grasped my left breast, squeezing it and giving it a couple of quick shakes. He responded to my wide eyed astonishment with a quick wink as he turned to open his briefcase.

I was to slow in my attempt to brush his hand away and now stood before Mr. Falco with my hand on my tit.

I hated myself for it, but the sudden shock caused a flare-up to rush through my body. My face and chest flushed as hot as fire and a sudden spasm in my womb caused an uncontrollable gush, soiling my panties.

I instinctively squeezed my legs together to keep it from running down my legs, which only made things worse.

I could feel my swollen labia protruding, slick with nectar, and the feel of my wet sex squirming between my thighs was making me deliciously hot all over.

I couldn't stop rubbing my thighs together.

I dropped my hand down quickly as Mr. Falco gave a slight startled head shake. My face must have been nine shades of crimson.

"Ahem, um Diane, if I could please have your attention, Derek has a brief training video for us to watch, then we'll have a short session working on the concepts presented."

I found my way uneasily to my seat and crossed my legs, unintentionally squeezing my swollen, slippery lady parts together once again. I didn't want to cross and uncross my legs while seated opposite Falco, but I also realized just then that I was enjoying my own little secret stimulation too much to make it stop.

I felt so agitated, needing to scratch the itch so badly I was actually rubbing my crossed legs together as imperceptibly as I could.

I had to ask myself; how far had I descended into the labyrinth?

I would soon find out.

------(O)------

Derek removed a widescreen laptop from his case and opened it on the top of my desk, fiddled with the touchpad and opened a video. He adjusted it to fullscreen, pressed play and walked around to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

I jumped in my seat at his unexpected touch, but the warmth of his big hands transferred quickly into my tense, nerve wracked shoulders and I found myself strangely welcoming it.

I was reminded of the way Derek and I had actually laughed and enjoyed each others company in the moments before I called him into the storeroom for help.

Just as the screen on my desk flickered to life, it flashed into my mind how in reality, I had set up the storeroom situation, teasing Derek by bending over in front of him, pushing the heavy box up to the highest shelf, knowing I would need his help, that he would have to get close to me...

The laptop blared with typical annoying training video background muzak, and the title and credits rolled by. "Techniques for Increasing Sales Volume".

A man in a suit started speaking instructor-speak, then suddenly, it was if someone had changed the channel.

The screen darkened quite a bit and I strained forward to see what was going on. I didn't know what I was looking at, it just looked like a bad home video of empty space. I figured it to be technical difficulties.

Then I heard my own voice.

"L-look, I'm...I'm not very good at...at blowjobs, and I don't...I just..."

"Alright, fine I'll do it."

Then I saw my face descend onto the screen, coming down face to face with Derek's long, curved cock.

I saw him put my hand around his thick cock, his hand around my wrist instructing me how to stroke him.

I was mesmerized by the image, and suddenly realized what I was sitting there open mouthed watching.

When the onscreen Diane reluctantly began gingerly licking the head of Derek's cock, my senses exploded and I went into flight mode.

Dereks grip became like iron on my shoulders clamping me down to my chair as my legs came uncrossed and I struggled against him.

In my thrashing about I glimpsed Falco grinning at me.

Derek grabbed me by the hair at the nape of my neck and I suddenly felt the urge to become docile in his grip. He craned my head roughly around to the screen, in time to watch myself stroking his balls, licking and sucking his knob as I stroked his massive dick.

I couldn't believe the images, bringing back to life the very things I had visualized while diddling myself sore for the past couple of months. It was obvious that Derek had edited it down to his favorite "Storeroom Highlights", my sluttiest acts caught on film.

"Stick your tongue out as far as you can"

I watched slut Diane's head pulled back by her hair, the way my hair was being gripped just now, Derek beating his knob against my outstretched tongue, rubbing his slimy cockhead across my face.

My head began to spin, and I rose to my feet in a panic, ready to run.

Derek relaxed his grip on me for a second, and I bolted. I looked around for the exit and started to launch myself towards it, to run as fast as I could from the Kafkaesque madhouse my life had suddenly become. I made just one step towards freedom when I felt the strong male grip on one arm, then the other.

"Diane", I heard Derek's deep quiet voice right next to my ear, "Surely you don't want to leave right when your first training session is about to begin?"

The evil humor in Derek's voice almost made me give up then and there, but his tightening grip on my elbows behind my back caused me to renew my struggling against his grasp.

He worked his strong right arm around my elbows and squeezed them both together between his flexed bicep and forearm. His left hand found a large hank of my hair, right at the back of my neck. He flexed and locked my arms and yanked my head back by the hair at the same time as he spun me around to face Mr. Falco.

"Derek is right Diane, if we let you run off now, we'd all regret it, especially you."

"When Derek told me his little story about the way you responded to his rough treatment, I thought he was making the whole thing up."

His eye penetrated me.

"But I was just going by the little I knew of you, outward appearance, professional behavior and the like."

Falco's evil smile deepened, "But when I saw your performance in his little cinematic masterpiece, I knew we had to break you and train you, for your own good as well as for our pleasure."

I couldn't do or say anything, just hung my head and whimpered.

"You're right to feel afraid my delicate little bird, we do mean to break you. You have some pain coming your way."

He rose from his chair to tower over me. I glanced sideways at the image on screen, Derek's hands on my head, fucking my mouth with the big, blunt head of his cock, "Good girl, mmmm"...

Falco's big sausage fingers began delicately unbuttoning my sweater, then my blouse as he spoke calmly and deliberately, with an amazing power in his voice.

I heard the voice of storeroom Diane coming from the laptop,

"Yes, yes, put it all the way in, pleeease Sir!"

"You are going to feel the lash against your soft white skin." He continued smiling that calm, Cheshire cat smile as he described my ensuing predicament. "And you are going to feel all of your sex holes stretched, painfully so. My sexual apparatus is large, and you already know about Derek's"

Onscreen Diane was growing more insistent than I had remembered,

"Please sir, please put your big cock all the way inside me and fuck me with it."

I glanced over to see Derek rear back and ram it home as I howled like an animal.

Falco's fingers undid the last button, and he pulled open my blouse and sweater, pushing them back down my shoulders and exposing the cups of my bra, my soft breasts quaking inside like frightened doves.

He reached over and paused the laptop.

"No more distractions, your training begins."

Being restrained and undressed was utterly mind blowing, but my experience just continued to get more intense by the second.

Falco calmly reached down and picked up heavy steel shears from the tray on my desk. My panic level rose to a frenzy as I struggled and almost swooned in Derek's grasp.

I became rigid with fear as I felt the cold steel against the skin of my stomach. As he slid the blades upward I could hear steady, rhythmic whimpering of a woman who sounded like she was being pushed to the edge of a cliff. It increased to open mouthed gasping cries as the shrill metallic sound of the blades opening filled the quiet room.

As the lower blade slid under the elastic band of my bra and continued upward into my cleavage I almost swooned in panic. The unthinkable feel of the sharp, cold steel between the tender flesh of my soft white tits kept me utterly motionless.

The shirring sound of the blades as they clove my bra in two almost caused my knees to buckle. Falco gifted me with the feel of the scissor points raking against my skin all the way down my abdomen as he withdrew them.

He deftly snipped the shoulder straps as well, then pulled my ruined bra from me and threw it on my desk, laying the scissors down beside.

I sucked in huge lungfuls of air and exhaled deeply, dropping into a swoon. I was held up only by Derek's strong grip on my arms and hair.

Falco turned and reached for my breasts. As he brought his hands up, I was preparing for the pain he had just promised. I closed my eyes tightly and tensed for the blow. I braced myself for slapping, mauling, hard pinching, abuse.

The certain expectation of pain made the otherworldly sensations that followed incredibly intense and profound.

Falco tickled the very tips of my nipples with the tips of his fingers and thumbs. The brief, well timed, perfectly spaced tweaks caused electric jolts of sensation to shoot back into my body from the sensitive tips of my breasts. It caused my mouth to fall open and gasp in wonder.

"Very pretty breasts Diane, 34C?"

I nervously nodded affirmation.

He alternately raked his perfectly manicured nails gently up the delicate underside of my tits, tickling the tips of my nipples, circling my aureoles, pinching lightly and pulling, letting the elastic flesh bounce back then pulling his hands away at just the right moment.

I could hear myself whimpering when he withdrew his hands, falling into his teasing game like a stupid little puppy.

He was good. My nipples are extremely sensitive, but continued play just seems to numb the sensation as they harden.

This sparing, deliberate, patiently timed teasing was setting my nipples on fire, and the fire was catching fast throughout my body.

I wished impossibly that my husband had somehow got a clue before it was too late, then I let him slip quickly from my mind.

Falco spoke as rhythmically as a hypnotist; "Do you want to be trained in this manner Diane?"

I heard my "yes" leave my lips before I was even conscious of making the decision.

"Will you submit to my training? Do the things I order you to do?"

I was now so deliriously horny I could not even conceive of saying no.

I would have done or said anything to get these dirty, powerful men to put out the fire that was burning me up.

"Yes"

"Diane, you need to address me as 'Sir' from now on"

"Yes Sir"

"Understand this Diane: Your primary objective will be to please me in any way I order you to, is that clear?"

The words stuck in my throat a little as I thought this over. It seemed like a pretty big commitment.

Suddenly I my nipples felt as though they had been administered an electric shock. Falco had clamped down on them with his thumbs and forefingers and was pulling them roughly in opposite directions.

The calm tone of his voice did not change, "You need to answer me without hesitation if this is going to work Diane."

"Y-Yes, yes Sir" I stammered.

I wasn't even conscious of Derek's hand letting go of my hair until I felt it's intrusion under my skirt. He was probing my crotch through my sodden panties and pantyhose.

Derek shouted with the glee of an incestuous second cousin getting his first stink finger out behind the barn "Oh my God boss, you would not believe how wet she is!"

He laughed out loud, "Diane! Did you pee your panties?"

My face flushed crimson hot.

The combination of Derek's long fingers massaging my pudenda and Mr. Falco's hard grip on my nipples was was sending me towards the edge very rapidly.

Falco let go of my left nipple and rapidly slapped my breast with a sharp upstroke.

As he let go his grasp on my nipples, and the blood rushed back to swell them painfully, causing me to gasp. He gently cupped and stroked my tits, circling my aureoles with his thumbs. It was unlike anything I had ever felt.

"Do you want me to give you an orgasm Diane?"

I answered quickly, "Yes Sir, very much, please Sir."

"Good girl. Understand that you will only be allowed an orgasm when I order it, and you need to ask permission first."

"Yes Sir. May I please have an orgasm Sir?"

He smiled and slid his hands across my skin, wrapping them both around my slender neck.

"What do you think Derek? Should we reward Diane? She's been a very good girl so far."

Derek said nothing but let go his grip on my arms, leaving me to stand on wobbly legs. He then deftly gripped the waist band of my panties and tights and yanked them down roughly.

I was now held by Falco's hands around my throat, and I quickly found my feet as my arms dangled uselessly.

Derek's large fingers were now working that magic on my pudenda, stroking, pulling, inserting slightly.

I never got it out of my mind, the way he had played me like a violin in the storeroom. Derek really knew how to play with a pussy. I moaned like a cow.

Now that I think of it, if you're a simple slut, Derek is the perfect man for you. He has a nice hard body, a big penis, and he knows how to gage a woman's responses and manipulate her body. I found myself now hoping he would go down on me the way he had before.

Mr. Falco interrupted my daydream.

"Get your idle fingers busy Diane, I want to see you play with your nipples while you cum."

I hesitated, resulting in two sharp slaps to the underside of the same left breast.

My hands got busy, and gingerly I began to masturbate my nipples as Falco's hand returned to my throat. He now placed a slight pressure there, increasing but not quite choking me.

Derek plunged a couple of fingers into my vagina, and he brought his other hand around front and teased it up under my skirt, brushing across the skin around my hairy venus mound.

Falco spoke, "Diane, I want you to play with your nipples like you normally do when you masturbate. In fact, put on a little more of a show than you normally do for your own pleasure."

"Yes Sir"

Two of Dereks fingers together were easily as big as my husbands penis, and he was fucking me with them. He inserted a third finger and started fucking me in earnest as the hand reaching around front began stroking my mound, grasping and pulling at my sheathed clitoris.

As ordered, I was diddling my nipples with a great deal of decorum for Falco's benefit. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at what I was doing, entranced.

I had never masturbated in front of a man before, even my husband. The sudden invasion of that intimate privacy pushed me over the edge and set me off to the races.