Exploited

[cshkuru]

The man in the chair's head rolled as he moaned. Dried blood streaked his face and chest and cigarette burns pocked his upper body.

"Will you speak now?", a woman's voiced asked.

Weakly the chair bound man focused his gaze on her, tall, dark hair glasses, dress in black leather with a pistol strapped to her side and a riding crop in her hands she oozed menace, and sex at the same time. It was difficult which she radiated more. He shook his head in answer.

"Very well", the woman sighed then, "Helga, come!", she called out sharply.

In response a blonde amazon strode forward - towering over the other woman, broad shoulders supporting enormous breasts visible thru the tightly cinched ankle length black trench coat, silver trimmed black peaked cap, squarely on the extremely beautiful face, her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, and blue eyes staring straight ahead icily. Stopping she stared straight ahead awaiting instructions.

"Strip"

Wordlessly Helga undid the fastenings on her coat and let it drop to the floor. The sight was breathtaking, long toned legs were cased in black nylon and knee high black wedged heeled boots, garters over crotchless panties, and an awe inspiring chest encased a black, silver trimmed leather corset. But, what really took a persons breath away was the elephantine mass of flesh hanging between her legs. Stretching toward the floor it swayed slightly over an equally prodigious pair of balls.

The man in the blinked, and began struggling again his bounds.

"Now will you speak?", the dark haired woman asked again. Again the man shook his head.

"Helga, Punish him!"

Helga stepped forward, the massive tube of flesh between her legs already starting to rise, "Yes mistress", she responded.

By the time she had crossed the distance between herself and the struggling man she was fully erect. Her penis stretching in front of her like some sort of flesh battering ram. Reaching down she parted the cords holding the man to the chair and then bent him over the chair back. Without warning or preamble she entered him - hard. He screamed. She had been told to punish him, and she did for what seemed like hours.

Shortly, the abused man collapsed to the floor, as he did Helga withdrew and blasted an enormous load all over his crumpled body.

From the shadows a voice rang out, "Cut!"

Helga stepped back as Max, the man from the chair climbed to his feet. The dark haired woman unzipped her jumpsuit.

"Thank, God! I was about to sweat to death", she exclaimed. Then looking at Helga she said, "Girl, how are you still hard after that? Never mind, I just hope they got it all. I don't think either of us could survive another take.", this with a nod at Max.

Helga, didn't respond, just began walking towards the trailer with the shower. As she did Max caught up with her.

"Hey", he asked, "how'd you like to come home with me. I'd really like to try you on for fun, and my boyfriend would love it. He loves seeing me get fisted. You would blow his mind"

"No" Said flatly, but with finalty.

Dropping back, Max muttered, "Fucking Bitch", just loud enough to be heard. Helga ignored him.

Later, as she exited the shower, the director entered, "I heard that bit with Max" he began. "You aren't making things any easier for yourself."

Angrily, she shook her head, "Fuck that, I hate this Nazi shit, I hate all this fake snuff bullshit. I just hate this period"

"I know", he replied, "I don't want to be here either, but given the choices I am trying to make the best of it, you need to do the same"

Helga looked at him appraisingly. "I am", she replied and then turned her back and began dressing, throwing the Nazi regalia in the corner, as far from herself as possible.

 

[cshkuru]

Sara stood in the back corner of the crowded elevator. Relatively new to this job she had no friends here and so she didn't participate in the morning chatter as she rode to the 14th floor. Tall with light brown hair, thick rimmed glasses, she was dressed in a bulky sweater and long skirt that appeared almost too heavy for the mild weather and black faux-leather flat heeled shoes. It was hard to tell if she was heavy, or just bulked up in all that clothing, but it didn't really matter in high school she would have been the Molly Ringwald character waiting to blossom, here she was just another IT drone on her way to set up a new trader's workstation.

As the doors to the elevator opened Sara pushed forward through the crowd, a couple mumbled "Sorry" and "Excuse me". One person cursed as their coffee sloshed but Sara stepped off and didn't look back. Hurrying to the cube number she was given and found a man waiting impatiently.

"IT?", he asked.

Sara nodded in reply. "Are you Charles Taylor?"

He held up his ID badge and Sara handed him a booklet of papers, "This is the network usage policy. You need to read and sign while I set up your machine"

"All this, now?" he replied

"I'm afraid so, but don't worry you have time. Normally we get some notice and would have your computer ready when you started. No one told us about you until this morning."

"Well I only got hired yesterday, so you know how it goes..."

Sara nodded and turned back to what she was doing. After several minutes Chuck tapped her on the shoulder with the sheaf of papers.

"Seems pretty standard."

"It is."

Sara was then surprised as he began asking a number of pointed questions about what operating system he would be using, how it was secured, password policies use of personal devices and so on. Usually the traders didn't even acknowledge her much less try and make conversation. Unless they ere trying to grab her tits or ass that is and that happened more than she would like to think it should. Slouching back against the desk she looked at Chuck approvingly. Tall, slender, attractive just short of handsome and judging by the way his suit fit hung.

"Not the worst way to spend the morning", she mused.

For his part Chuck was checking Sara out too, and mostly he liked what he saw, especially the tits, but there was something off too. Almost like she was folding in on herself. Maybe she was just self conscious he thought, at 6,2" he didn't meet many women as tall as him and Sara seemed like she may be a little taller.

Finishing, Sara stood just as booming voice echoed down the aisle, "Where is he, Where's this new guy who is such a swinging fucking dick!!!"

"Oh shit, I hate this guy", she muttered softly almost to herself as a large blonde man, built like a former football player stepped into Chuck's cube.

"Are the new guy?", he asked. Check nooded in response. "Shit, you don't look like much" with that he was done with Chuck, but then his attention turned to Sara. "Oh, look it's my favorite IT Geek", he chortled as he slapped Sara's ass. A sound like a hand hitting mahogany was heard and he looked slightly puzzled, but then he turned back to Chuck, "Have to love those tits, don'cha?", then laughing he was on his way.

Chuck never had a chance to respond, but even if he had something in the corner of his eye distracted him. For just a split second Sara seemed to stand a little taller seeming to almost fill the space occupied by the three people, looming over Chuck and the blonde man, then she was hunched back over the desk picking up her gear and preparing to depart.

"Who was that guy?"

"That's Mario, he's a senior trader."

"Oh, and the rumor is his dad's all mobbed up. The Camorra or some Northern Italian group"

"Great."

"Yeah, well have fun."

"Thanks..."

"Sara, my name is Sara."

"Well, thanks Sara."

"Don't mention it.", and she turned, smiling to herself heading back to the basement.

 

[oregongtaper]

Interesting vignettes, I hope it continues.

 

[cshkuru]

Chuck wasn't quite sure what had happened. Usually when he started a new job one of his favorite ways of gathering information was to get the IT person talking and shoulder surf them while they set up his workstation. That plan had fallen apart today. He could try and get a tech back up here, but that might raise some suspicions some suspicions so soon. Instead he slid a grey USB key into the computer and began installing a program.

Sara jumped slightly as her phone vibrated. Looking around she saw no one was nearby so she discretely opened the window to the virtual machine running on her sytem. Connected to a hidden network tap at the line feeding the firewall the virtual computer was running a sophisticated set of tools combining features of both the Security Onion, and Kali Linux distributions. She used it to monitor activity in the building. Opening the syslog she saw an unauthorized usb device had been connected to one of the traders laptops. This was normal, and actually the company had no policy on flash drivers, she was monitoring them for her own purposes, until she saw what machine it was. The new guy. Clicking an icon she opened the virtual desktop using the remote access software that she had hidden in the corporate OS image and began watching what he was up to. There wasn't really any reason to, she had just found him kind of interesting. At another time she would have liked to see where the conversation went, but that wasn't an option here and now.

"What the hell", she thought, as a command window suddenly flashed on Chuck's screen, "he isn't supposed to have admin privileges". Then she blinked again as she saw what he was doing. Installing a keylogger.

Quickly she disconnected.

"This was weird. Why was he installing a keylogger on his own system?".

Pulling the cable from the laptop she walked over to the work bench at the rear of the spaces and began imaging her drive. "Better safe that sorry", she thought.

((I promise this is moving towards sex. I am just building some motivations))

 

[bckformore]

Great build up so far