And, to be quite honest, most of the executives had found Wellington's procedure more than a little bit interesting. They enjoyed the fucking hell out of it, in fact.
It had become a challenge to bring the most beautiful young girl to the party, to bring the young woman who would perform the most outrageous acts.
And much to the men's surprise, it had become a relatively easy matter to obtain the ladies. A startling number of young women, in these newly liberated times, were as confused as the men over their new roles in society. They longed, if only subconsciously, to return to those simpler, more fundamental days when a man was a man and a woman knew her place beside him, or at his heels.
Or under them.
Jim had never expected to find such a woman in his own fiance. But Janice had come along very swiftly, from that first evening Jim had suggested a sexy little bondage game to enhance their fucking.
And Janice had gone absolutely wild. Her arms were twisted under her writhing body, bound tightly together at her wrists and pulled almost together at her elbows. She was whimpering and moaning in wild abandon as Jim fucked in and out of her gushing twat hole, filling her womb so full of spunk that it literally splashed back out of her cunt hole with each hard thrust of his cock.
Since then they had delved deeper and deeper into their game, finding it to be an excellent outlet for their basic confusion and his frustration on the job.
Dan had found pretty much the same thing to be true of his girl, Patty. Petite and dark, little Patty was the perfect ponygirl, docile beyond belief. Don had already asked her to marry him, and to his utter delight, Patty had accepted.
Jim and Janice had been engaged for several months.
John Wellington slapped Jenny's face hard, sending her reeling backward onto the king-sized bed. She bounced, then threw herself over onto her tummy as she scrambled away from the man. Her knees dug into the mattress in her mad rush to heave herself across the bed.
John thrust his hand out and caught the youngster's ankle, and hauled her back to the foot of the bed.
'Fucking little bitch!' he whispered harshly at her.
He grabbed her other ankle and forced her to flop over onto her back again. Her blouse was ripped open down the front, exposing her small bra cups, her tiny little nipple nubbins swollen and poking into the soft silken cups in her wild excitement.
'You rotten filthy little fuckhole whore,' John growled at her again.
Jenny, just a youngster, gulped hard. Her cheek was bright red where John's palm had struck so fucking hard. She reached up and tenderly stroked the warm flesh.
'Stand up here in front of me, Jenny,' John commanded.
Sniffling a little bit, the young teenager did as she was ordered. She slipped off the bed. John didn't step one inch backward to give her room, either. She straightened up, her bra cups pressing against his chest, they were so close together.
'Take that fucking blouse off, I told you,' he said.
Jenny brought both hands up protectively over her young breasts, drawing the ripped material over them.
'I have to go home, Mr. Wellington,' the youngster murmured very softly.
She lowered her eyes, and instantly John's hand shot out, striking her pretty face again. Before she could to anything but jerk her face to tbe right, John backhanded her other cheek, slapping her face to the left.
Jenny whimpered. She gulped hard.
'Please, Mr. Wellington, I really should be going home, now. It's getting very late, sir,' Jenny whimpered, her voice breaking.
She didn't have to go anywhere, she knew. But this was part of her purchase price, the excellent acting. She would be here not only for tonight, but for the next two weeks.
She sighed, thinking about her boy friend and his rather odd method of obtaining his money. She felt like a damned whore, sometimes.
But thoughts of Gary made her strengthen her resolve to go through with this awful nightmare, and take whatever this monster dealt out to her young body.
All for Gary.
Damn him!
But she knew this was the surest way to a solid stable job for her real lover. And Jenny loved stability – and a large income – more than she disliked this temporary madness.
She didn't realize that once she let herself go, she would become firmly addicted to violent treatment, and learn to love her submissive role above everything else in her life. 'Please let me go home, Mr. Wellington.' John grabbed the front of her ripped blouse and hauled her tiny body close to his own huge frame. He glared down into her lovely deep blue eyes, and snorted.
'Stupid little shit,' he whispered harshly to her. He pushed the torn material back off her slender little shoulders, and skinned it down her arms. Jenny felt her body wobbling from side to side as John yanked at the tightly buttoned cuffs, trying to pull them off her wrists.
'Please don't strip me, sir,' Jenny whined sexily in her little girl voice. She could see what was turning her boy friend's new boss on, and she was determined to play her part to the best of her considerable abilities.
'Shut your little fucking trap, bitch,' John commanded her.
Jenny felt her cuff buttons pop, and the blouse slipped from her hands. She saw John throw the wadded material behind him, and she closed her eyes when he grabbed her bare upper arms and whirled her body around.
His hands ripped and clawed at the strap across her back. The hook broke in his hands and Jenny felt the tight bra cups slip away from her breast mounds.
John quickly stripped the shoulder straps of the bra down over the child's bony shoulders, and threw the tiny garment away.
Jenny gulped as John gripped her arms again and whirled her back to face him.
John breathed hard as he saw the young girl's beautiful tits, capped with the most delicate little nipples he'd ever seen. Jenny's budding nipples were lovely pale brown, and right now they were like hard stones, erect and crinkled in her excitement.
John stared for a long moment at her stunning young breasts. Jenny arched her back and pulled her arms and shoulders back a bit to accent the up-thrusting cones, riding high on her chest. John reached out and cupped one tit mound.
Jenny moaned at the first touch of his hand, and nearly forgot her role.
Her instinct was to throw herself onto John's body and help him to rape her cunt.
She held back. She felt his hand cupping and massaging her warm breast. The man's thumb rubbed very tenderly over her hard nipple, sending thrilling jolts of pleasure deep into her body.
She purred quietly.
John reluctantly let go of her tit and lowered his hands to the belt around the waist of her pretty skirt.
Jenny sucked in her tummy hard as she felt the man's fingers tickling her waist. She stood perfectly still as he slipped the cloth belt free of her skirt and tied one of the loose ends around her wrist.
So, he really was going to tie her up! Jenny had hoped that Gary had been exaggerating just a little bit when he'd told her about what would be expected of her.
She had a momentary twinge of regret. She almost wished she was back in high school, bored and restless in class as she waited for the final bell to ring.
But she wasn't. She was here, and this was very real.
The skirt slipped down over her legs as the zipper opened over her hip bone. John felt his heart pounding faster and harder. The young girl knew her place. She remained still, merely whimpering quietly as she felt her body, being stripped of her lovely clothes.
She saw the man kneel and touch her ankle. She obediently lifted her delicate foot and let him pull her skirt away. She felt his hand wrap fully about one ankle and shift it slightly aside. She got the message, and moved her long bare legs wide apart.
John found himself down on his knees in front of the pretty child, staring directly into her panty-clad cunt. He
