Coworkers Get Closer

Coworkers Get Closer Part 3

Preface:

I should have wrote this preface at the beginning of part 1 but now seems a good time. I initially started writing this story just for myself. Getting a fantasy on paper seems to make it more real in your mind.

All parts 1-3 build on the previous story so it's best to start with part 1.

All of part 1, chapter 1 is reality. Everything after that is my imagination of what I wished happened.

After I was done with part 1, I thought it would be exciting to have others read my fantasies.

Problem is, I used actual names and included many pictures with faces to go along with the storyline.

So names have been changed (to something close) and pictures removed to protect me (and Elana) from being discovered.

After part 1 was finished, I realized there was more to tell, thus part 2.

Also, I am not dealing with the whole condom issue in my stories.

In real life, yes would be necessary. In my fantasy, spoils the impromptu fun.

Part 1 is pretty much just a weekend quickie between Elana and me.

Part 2 is all about ME taking control getting her to orgasm as much as possible.

Part 3 is sooo long because it is Part 3 AND 4 wrapped in one package.

so that's it. This ends the saga.

I write a scene then spend the evening thinking about where the story's going.

Chapter 9, 14, 19 and 23 are all major plot twist rewrites.

I finished chapter 23 with Grace, but then I found out an acquaintance of mine has an Onlyfans page. I found her alias, subscribed and figured out how to download and save all her sexy pictures. I spent the next two days jerking off thinking of her. Finally getting back to writing, I knew I had to integrate the real Grace character into my story. Tattoos and all.

I would absolutely LOVE if Elana would read this. IF we were still working together, I may have 'tested' her with questions to see if she would be open to it. I only see her a few times a year now instead of daily....so rats, I think that ship has passed.

1. Fantasy vs Reality?

Elana had been talking with me about a possible next scenario. It's been almost a year since I spent a weekend training her, then letting her experience what being a real prostitute feels like. Now she (her pussy) is itching to try something for a little longer, maybe a little kinkier. The scenarios we set up for each other are kept totally apart from our normal lives. Nothing escapes to the real world. Everything is kept secret by controlling pictures and videos taken and only involving outside trust-worthy individuals. Thus we can try temporary kinky lives, then go back to our normal jobs and families. When planned correctly, it's a no consequences, cum inducing, role playing game.

She told me that her husband is going on a one month tour of the US with his classic car club. This was the opportunity she is looking for.

Previous role plays disallowed any marks or bruises. I tell her if she really wants a true BDSM experience, this time will be different and changes necessary. She will have two weeks to heal from any marks. This concerns her, but adds to the danger and thus excitement to the mix. She still remembers the weekend of a year ago. The cuffs, collar and helplessness of someone else in control. She experienced countless orgasms that she's not been able to replicate in that quantity since.

I took her available dates and arrange a memorable time for her. I approach her at work first thing in the morning. This gives her all day to think about it. I know little work would happen after that since her brain will be consumed in fantasy about her next adventure.

"As usual, if you agree, here are the rules everyone involved will adhere to including you."

I give her the list:

1. You will be my pain/sex slave for the time period we're at whatever location I choose.

2. You will be naked at ALL times except for any clothes I deem you should wear.

3. All your orgasms will be by permission only

4. Video recording will be permitted at all times.

5. You will only speak when allowed.

6. You will obey my every command without hesitation. Refusal or slow response WILL be grounds for

punishment of my choice.

7. You will have a lockable remote controlled dog shock collar installed at arrival time.

It can be/will be used at any time for any reason.

8. There will be no safe words. Your Master will not allow your body to be bruised or cut.

9. You may be bound, helpless, immobile for undetermined amounts of time.

10. Marks and bruises may occur with the expected heal time of two weeks after release.

She reads over the rules taking a long time pondering rules 9 and 10. She doesn't wait for me to ask and grabs a pen and signs it.

Just simply reading this list makes her crotch wet.

"I'll keep your phone and monitor it. If I see you need to reach hubby, I'll see to it you can. No suspicions need to be aroused, only you."

I plan this venture out for her and contact a couple that is a two hour drive away.

I had previously spent intimate time with Elana and I knew every inch of her body. What she tasted like, smelled like, the sound of her voice as she pleads to be allowed to orgasm. Now I would learn about her mental stamina, pain tolerance and desire to please.

I arrange for transportation by limo. She will drive herself to the airport and leave her car in long term parking. There she will be picked up for her final transportation.

Now she faced the final step. She has to make the decision, drive to the airport or stop this whole episode. Will she find what she seeks or only find disappointment?

She gets in her car taking nothing else as Rick instructed except what she was told to wear. No extra clothes, money, phone, makeup. All the items a woman would normally pack for a trip. She takes a deep breath, starts the car and heads for the airport.

Once there, she waits a few minutes scanning for the limo. Finally she sighs and thinks to herself...Rick changed his mind and the limo's not coming.

She is startled to see a limo van pull up beside her with her name on a sign in the window. "Elana" was written upon it. Elana exits her car and approaches the van. It was not a face she knows, but a white man dressed as a chauffeur.

"Elana? I am here to pick you up and take you the rest of the way. Do you have luggage?"

She nods no, anxiety choking her voice. He helps her in the back van seat and hands her a black envelope. He enters the driver's door and begins to weave his way through the airport traffic. Elana opens the envelope slowly and takes out the single piece of parchment. By the small reading light on the back of the front seat she reads what is written.

"Hello Elana and welcome. We, your Masters decided not to meet you at the

Airport parking, but to await your arrival at our home. You are wearing the dress

we discussed? Good. You are to remove your stockings and panties...the

bra is to be removed as well. Once they are removed, reach beneath

your seat, you will find a small black box there, open it and insert

the items you find in there in their proper places. The dress remains

open and raised. We are sure that you will know how as you are a very

smart girl. If it is not done by the time you are within 20 minutes from

the house, Tony will stop the car and do it for you. He will report

to us your compliance. Place your undergarments in the box and hand it

to him. Looking forward to our first look at you."

2. The trip

Startled by what she has read, Elana looks up to see Tony looking at her through the rear view Mirror. His eyes dancing from it to the road and back again. Blushing, Elana reaches for the buttons on the front of the silk dress and fumbles them open. She can feel his eyes on her as she removes her bra and stockings, trying hard to remove the panties and knowing that all on the road can see her with just a glance. The leather feels so cold through her thin dress. Reaching beneath the seat she finds the black box and opens it. Eyes wide, she feels her stomach knot as she looks at the contents of the box. A dildo made of silicone, four metal cuffs, a black ball gag with lock and the same familiar shock collar she previously wore for three days a year ago. Her hands shake as she removes them from the box, feeling the dildo's slickness and knowing it's oiled to make easy use. Her face now crimson red with embarrassment, she looks up to see Tony smiling at her, an eagerness to 'help' her insert them evident on his face. Reluctantly she folds and places her garments in the box and lays back on the seat to insert the dildo.

Resolve alone forces her fingers to push the plug to full depth. Riding in a car with a stranger away from security, with a little fear she takes the ball gag and inserts it into her mouth, locking it in place, only to see Tony nod and he begins to pull the van into a secluded rest area.

Getting out of the van, Tony opens the back door and reaches for her, roughly pushing her forward on the seat. He pulls her arms behind her and she feels the cold touch of metal as he handcuffs her wrists. Frantically she struggles as he parts her legs and pushes to make sure dildo is well seated, his fingers tracing her labia and invading her flesh. She can feel him rolling her dress up over her hips and securing it with something to her cuffs. Finally he helps her sit up and pushes her back against the seat leather. Taking the blouse portion of her dress he pulls it back behind her breasts and then secures it open with a cord, wrapping it around her upper arms. He secures the collar around her neck and locks it in place. Fear dances in her eyes as she realizes just how helpless she has become. There is nothing to stop him as he opens a small case containing a syringe and vial. Elana shakes her head NO and tries to yell, but little escapes her gag. He lets her watch as he fills the syringe.

"This is just a sedative to keep you from injuring yourself. Just calm down cunt."

He injects the fluid in her ass cheek. She tries to wrestle her ass away from the needle, but she has nowhere to go as her vision slowly fades. He watches her until she's limp. He lifts her out of the limo van and into the back of a silver car parked next to the van where she lays her face up in the back and he secures all four limbs to the sides.

He nods to the car's driver, a large black man...The real Tony.

3. The First Look

Elana awakes in the back of the car. How did she get here? She has trouble focusing for a while before her vision clears from the sedative. Her hands are numb from the cuffs and her asshole aches. Cuffed and secured on the back seat, she becomes all too aware that she was in a different vehicle with a different driver, a black man. She wonders what happened. Was she kidnaped from Tony?

So lost is she in the sensations, she barely notices when they turn off the highway and finally arrive at an Iron Gate. Tony presses a button on the dash and the gates silently open, then shut behind the car. A few brief moments more and he smoothly glides to car to a halt in front of a large Tudor style home. Stepping from the car, he opens the back door and reaches in to pull Elana out. A few adjustments to her dress and a fluff of her hair by him brings her to some awareness. Still unable to walk securely because of the sedation, Tony lifts her over his shoulder and carries her towards the front door. His hand wanders up her thigh and fondles her pussy.

"That's a great asshole, lady!"

She hears him but the words make no sense yet. Did he fuck her ass while she was unconscious? That would explain the soreness.

With some trepidation she looks up at the three story home, taking in its size and a little of the grounds before she is gently moved toward the door. Pressing the doorbell, Tony moves away leaving her standing exposed before the door then gets back into the car, driving round the house.

Still a little woozy from the sedative, Elana shakes in the warm night air, what will greet her when the door opens. Will they really like her? Send her away? Slowly the door opens and Elana looks into the coldest ice blue eyes she has ever seen.

"Lonnie, she's here." Theresa looks Elana over then makes room at the door for her husband. Critical dark brown eyes looks over their new slave standing before them. He takes the leader chain connected to her collar.

"Pretty little toy isn't she Theresa. The cunt should do quite nicely."

Lonnie's deep baritone words brings back the bright redness to Elana's face. She cannot speak a word, her jaws aches from the ball gag filling them, her thoughts still her own, "Are these the people Rick sent me to? They talk like I'm not a person. Do I dare look up? What has Rick set me up for?" She keeps her eyes cast on the porch.

"Come in Slut! Don't just stand there like a prostitute selling her wares. We understand you're experienced in that. Inside now!"

Elana will remember Theresa's rich voice.

Taking a deep breath she tries twice before her knees unlock and she enters the house. The door closes and locks behind her with a sound of finality. Standing in the foyer, she cries out in pain as her hair is gripped from behind and she is forced to her knees on the cold wood floor.

"Kneel before your masters cunt!"

Fear grips her tight in its hold, her cunt clenching in response to the pain. The hand forces her head even further down until it touches the floor, her ass and cunt exposed and raised high in the air. Three hands explore her exposed body, pinching nipples and clit, checking the dildo and butt plug.

"I think Rick told us the truth dear. Not a mark on her. Let's get her in the playroom shall we? We can look her over completely there."

Theresa turns and picks up something from the table in the foyer... Elana can hear her moving about, then the fumbling at her head as she is blindfolded. The cold feel of another chain being fastened about her throat freezes her breath in her chest. The links are led between her breasts and up between her legs to the cuff at her hands.

"Time for your first lesson cunt. Unless instructed you do not leave your knees in our presence. You crawl."

Her head is yanked up.

"Do you understand me bitch?"

Lonnie's voice sends shivers through her. There was no warmth in it at all. Elana frantically nods her head and then yelps behind the gag as the chain is cruelly jerked. The cold links yanking her head down and scraping across her clit. He reaches down between her legs and probes the dildo in her cunt. Elana already knew what he will find.

"Hey, she's already soaking wet. Appears she can't wait."

Lonnie wraps the handle tight in his fist and steps off briskly following his wife. Elana scrambles on her knees across the wood floor until she hits a rug...falling. Again he yanks the chain as she struggles to her knees again. With her hands bound she tries twice to get to them. Each failure causes him to yank upward with the leash.

"Clumsy cunt. Don't make me wait!"

He steps out again pulling her along behind him to struggle as best she can. The thick rug feels soft under her knees and she is grateful for the respite from the wood. Confusion wraps her, she expected to have some time to get to know them before they did anything. Has she handed herself over to two insane persons for two weeks...will she survive or even want to when they are done with her?

Pulling Elana across the rug. Lonnie smiles at Theresa and nods. This will be an interesting two weeks. Theresa grins and opens the heavy wood door to the playroom. Stepping out onto the polished tile floor she looks around to make sure that all is ready. Experienced, they know that she is smart and is one who will have to be rushed, overwhelmed and given little time to think. That is all that is needed and she will be their play toy for two weeks, if she is strong enough to withstand their tastes. She sits in the high backed chair as Lonnie drags their slave to be into the room. Lonnie gives a last jerk on the chain and Elana is propelled into the room to fall sprawling on the cold tile. Not a sound is heard in the room except Elana's soft sniffles as she tries to control her fear. Time seems to stretch....as Elana tries to pull herself together. Gone are the thoughts of pain in her ass and cunt. The ache in her jaw as she tries to hear what they are doing. She lay where Lonnie had dragged her, head touching the floor, not daring to move without permission.

"She IS clever isn't she dear? She learns so quickly."

Lonnie looks over at his wife and nods.

"If she lives through the next two weeks She just might be worthy, if not, well there's always disposal."

Elana cringes at his words, disposal?"

"Cunt welcome to our home. You have already agreed to our rule of you. For the next two weeks you will learn what that means. All choices have been stripped from you from the time you accepted to come. Do you understand?"

Theresa's voice cut through the cool air.

"You've had your time to fantasize about today. Now the reality is here and you will suffer, you can beg, cry, scream, anything you want to do. Actually we will enjoy it, this room is sound proof and the nearest neighbor is too far away to hear. What you want or need does not matter to us, only your body and mind. Nothing is yours. At the end of the two weeks your clothes may be returned to you, if they survive, or they may not. It makes little difference to us. You are ours to use as we see fit for the next two weeks. No escape, no safe words, no out. Do you hear me cunt?"

Elana huddles on the floor and slowly nods. She hears them but could not believe what she heard. She had consented to come and visit. To get to know them, to explore her fantasies, but this wasn't what she expected or wanted.

Lonnie moves behind her and grips the dress raised around her hips and opens in front. Elana startles as a knife slides between her and the cloth slicing it cleanly and leaving her naked to their eyes as her

flesh is bared. He raises her to her feet and pulls the chain from between her legs, linking it high onto a hook lowered from the ceiling. Theresa presses the button on the remote control in her hand and

the hook rises silently, taking up the slack in the chain. Elana gasps as she was raised onto her toes, barely touching the floor. Lonnie looks appreciatively at the taut body before him. Quickly he secures another set of cuff to her wrists and unlocks one side of the first pair. Automatically, Elana's arms drop and rise to grip at the chain holding her throat tightly. Lonnie reaches for each and prying her fingers loose, clips them over her head to the chain. Swiftly the chain is unhooked and linked to the rings in her collar. A press of the button takes up the last of the slack. Finally Lonnie removes the blindfold so that they can watch her face. Theresa turns off the lights except for a spot light on their girl.

Elana's eyes water as the light hits her eyes. She can barely see with the spotlight overhead. She looks at the graceful curve of her own arms over her head and shivers at the metal cuffs binding them. There will be no escape. She can feel the chain being unlocked from her waist and screams into the gag as the dildo is quickly removed. She can hear them moving but is unable to see them because of the position her head is in.

"Okay slut, time to suffer with a new experience."

She is then unbraced when a searing pain lashes around her back and waist....CRACK!!!! A whip attacks her ass. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," she thinks. She swings backwards under the attack only to be met again by another lash. Elana's body twirls as the whips bite into her flesh. Her screams of pain muffled by the gag. Lonnie and Theresa watches as the girl writhes, a leg drawing up as she tries to protect herself, only to drop again in time for the next lash to strike. CRACK!!! Each lash raises a bright red welt, spotlighted in the dark, their only focus. Finally they stop as Elana hangs limp from the chain. Appreciative eyes take in the lacing of welts on the female's creamy ass.