Hamburg Snuff Party by Llabmik
Section 1 - The English Connection
Chapter 1 - Mr. Smedley Makes A Deposit
Nicole swallowed the bank manager's sperm.
Mission accomplished, she got up off her knees and plucked her skimpy black
knickers from the floor. She stepped into them, pulling them up her long shapely
legs and snugging them over her smooth, shaven pussy. Nicole slipped on her bra
and cupped her mammoth mammeries with their big cherry nipples. She pointed her
toes prettily as she pulled on her black seamed stockings. She nimbly buttoned
her blouse and zipped up her skirt. She stepped into her shiny black, four inch
heels and smiled winningly.
"I guess that about wraps up my loan application?"
Smedley Hargreaves, who only had to zip up after she licked him clean, had
watched the reverse striptease with interest. He liked his loan applicants
kneeling naked with their mouths around his cock. Admittedly, he couldn't always
arrange that, but pretty Nicole had been nervous, naive and easily persuaded. He
grinned. Her loan had been a sure thing all along, but he saw no reason to cut
lovely Nicole in on this little factoid.
"It's a sure thing now, Nicole!"
Nicole had just sucked a new loan out of him to help the small shop she and
her friend Penny ran in Woking, Surrey. She and Penny wanted to do some
renovations on their small herbal tea shop. As she left the bank manager's
office, his secretary, Michelle (herself a nervous, naive and easily persuaded
girl) gave Nicole a sympathetic smile. A lovely asian girl, Michelle was
intimately familiar with Smedley's methods.
As Nicole left the bank, Smedley buzzed Michelle. Her real name wasn't
Michelle. As is common among asians, she had adopted an English first name for
the convenience of people like Smedley Hargreaves, who hadn't any hope of (or
any interest in) pronouncing her real name.
"Michelle! Come! I have some corrections for you!"
As a recent immigrant to Merrie Olde England, profoundly grateful to Mr.
Hargreaves for sponsoring her, Michelle hurried to obey. She hustled into his
office, primly shutting the door behind her, not wanting to share her correction
with the other employees.
"Michelle! What would your family in the old country say if you lost your
job and couldn't send money back to them?"
Michelle looked anxiously at the letter clutched in Smedley's hand.
"Did I do something wrong, sir?"
Mr. Smedley Hargreaves adopted a stern, paternal air.
"Michelle, there are quite a few spelling mistakes. You should use the
English spell checker, not the American one. It's spelled C-O-L-O-U-R here, not
C-O-L-O-R! We don't want people thinking that we're ignorant Americans! You're
in England. We do things right here! This is quite unacceptable! I suppose that
next you'll be running around in a cowboy hat shouting yippee-yi-yo-kay-yay!"
Michelle giggled nervously at this unlikely image. To the asian girl, it
seemed that the English were extremely particular. Smedley was always catching
her out in small errors. Michelle was contrite.
"I'm sorry,sir. I'll do better next time."
Like most abusive people, Mr. Smedley told everyone that he was 'firm, but
fair'.
"Michelle! Whatever will I do with you? It wouldn't be right if I let you
get away with errors that none of the local girls would commit. I hired you over
them because I felt sure that you would always do the right thing. What is the
right thing here, Michelle?"
Michelle knew what was required. She bent over, pulled up her skirt, pulled
down her knickers, stretched out her slim arms and touched her carefully
polished fingernails to her carefully polished toenails. She sighed inwardly as
Mr. Smedley pulled the cane out of his umbrella stand. If Mr. Smedley were
anything to go by, English employers were very fond of administering a good
caning to erring employees. She understood that it was a deeply shameful thing
to be caned by your employer, never to be mentioned to anyone.
Her bare buttocks quivered delectably with each stroke. Thin red lines
appeared across both cheeks as the cane kissed her bare bum. The only sounds
were the vicious snap of the cane across Michelle's smoothly rounded buttocks
followed by a sharp intake of breath as Michelle swallowed the pain. Michelle
let out an involuntary cry as Mr. Smedley lifted both cheeks with a sharp cut
upwards for his final blow.
Her rear end felt like it was on fire. Gingerly, she touched her inflamed
rump with her fingertips. She couldn't help herself. Ouch!
Demonstrating the complete range of his sensitivity, Smedley handed her a
kleenex to dry her tears and blow her nose as she pulled up her knickers.
"Nothing like a mild paddling to help you understand! To correct this
mistake, all you have to do is select the English spell checker and reprint it!
You've learned a valuable lesson. You'll never make that mistake again."
Michelle rubbed her burning buttocks ruefully.
"No, sir! Thank you for being so understanding!"
Chapter 2 - Travel Plans
Her partner, Penny, was waiting for Nicole in the coffee shop. Penny gushed,
blissfully ignorant of lovely Nicole's dick slurping.
"You got our loan! I wish I had your powers of persuasion!"
Her friend Penny thought that Nicole was a miracle worker, a silver tongued
orator when it came to persuading Mr. Smedley and, in a sense, she was. Penny
shuddered.
"Smedley's a really creepy person. I could never deal with him!"
Nicole preened, eager to be thought the smooth businesswoman.
"It's something that they taught us at business school!"
Penny was admiring.
"But you do it with such flair!"
Nicole wanted to take a break from the pressures of business. Her
negotiations with Smedley had left a bad taste in her mouth. She looked
earnestly at Penny.
"Before we start the renovations with our new loan, why don't we take a
vacation? I got something else out of smelly old Smedley!"
"What would that be, praytell?"
"Two tickets to Hamburg for an all-expense paid trip! It's a lottery they
run for people who take out loans. We won!"
Penny hugged her friend ecstatically.
"Jolly good!"
Nicole was pleased.
"Smedley says that it's a nation-wide contest, but his bank has had two
other winners already. Two young fashion models apparently."
Penny rolled her eyes.
"As if fashion models need a break!"
Nicole laughed.
"Hey, just because we're not fashion models doesn't mean that were not
totally ravishing!"
"Absolutely! I had some construction workers tell me that only the other
day!"
"They said that you were ravishing?"
"Well, words to that effect!"
They giggled like schoolgirls. Penny was intrigued.
"Tell me more about this trip we've won."
"On the way here, I dropped in on the travel agent who handles the prize
winners. If we like, it even includes a naughty little trip to an underground
S&M club! They apparently put on quite a show for the tourists."
"Um, is that safe?"
"Safe as houses! According to the travel agent, it's just a bunch of sadists
and masochists that put on a show. You go with a guide to keep you out of
trouble. Nothing to worry about!"
Penny grinned.
"Let's do it!"
Chapter 3 - Lap Dancer
Lillith Hardcastle hated men. She was really looking forward to firing
Smedley for sexual abuse. Some thoughts lead naturally to others. She pressed
the button on her intercom.
"Rebecca, could you come in for a moment?"
Becky dutifully entered with her notepad, her big blue eyes wide and
adoring. She tactfully shut the door behind her. Lillith gave her a lewd grin.
Becky, greatly over-doing the wide-eyed innocent bit, also overdid the artless
bit.
"Lillith, is there any little thing I could do for you?"
Lillith batted her eyelashes coyly and did her Damsel In Distress imitation.
"I seem to have lost my contacts under the desk. Could you help me look for
them?"
"Why, certainly!"
Surprise! Surprise! Lillith was naked from the waist down. She spread her
shapely legs invitingly.
Becky got down on her knees under the desk, buried her face in Lillith's
muff and began probing with her tongue, teasing Lillith's clit out of hiding.
Soon Lillith's clit was stiff and throbbing while Lillith was sweating and
dripping in pornerastic bliss, her fluttering eyes narrowed to slits as Becky
beavered away skilfully between her parted thighs.
One of the perq's of being a senior executive at an English bank was a
deluxe corner office featuring a massive mahogany desk, padded leather chairs,
teak panelling, a glorious view of London, a bar and, best of all, an ensuite
washroom complete with shower stall.
Becky and Lillith chatted amiably as they soaped each other in the shower
afterwards.
"I see that you've invited that creep Smedley down from Woking. He's your
last meeting of the day. Saving the best for last?"
Lillith smirked.
"As the Americans would say 'his ass is grass'."
Becky arched her eyebrows inquiringly.
"He's getting axed?"
"Yes, for sexual abuse, and you're getting a ringside seat! The human
resources department requires a witness to be present during a termination
interview. I'll have you there making notes, in case he tries to pull a fast one
later about what was said or done."
Becky grinned.
"Excellent! I'll enjoy watching you make a grown man squirm!"
Lillith was smug.
"I'll have him blubbering like a baby!"
"I should introduce you to my ex!"
Lillith shook her head.
"I can't believe you were ever interested in men! Crass brutes, every one of
them!"
"At least I could breath when I was licking dick!"
Lillith feigned amazement.
"You have a problem with sticking your pretty face into a wet, smelly swamp
and then struggling to breath through the waves of cunt juice?"
Becky looked at Lillith adoringly, the perfect suck-up underling.
"Not as long as it's your swamp!"
Chapter 4 - Smedley Busts a Bitch
As soon as Smedley stepped into the office and introduced himself, he
smelled cunt. Looking at the two freshly scrubbed beauties, he instantly knew
why his sensitive nostrils had gone on full alert. Dyke Lillith was getting her
rug chewed by baby faced Becky. They may have showered afterwards, but the
leather chair retained the delectable aroma perfectly.
He had his suspicions about why a man-hating, ball-busting dyke would summon
him to her Office in London from Woking. As Smedley set his briefcase on the
floor, he smiled pleasantly.
Lillith put on her sternest face. She decided to play him a bit. She
gestured him into a secretary's swivel chair in front of her desk. The chair had
been lowered as far as it would go so that Smedley would be forced to look up at
her.
"Smedley! You haven't been with us that long. How do you like working at the
bank?"
"I love it! It presents a wealth of opportunities!"
Sitting slightly behind him on a higher chair, taking notes, Becky rolled
her eyes comically. Always impatient, Lillith decided to stop the foreplay. It
was time to cut his balls off.
"It's late in the day! Most of the staff have gone home, so I'll cut it
short as I'm sure Rebecca wants to go home as soon as possible."
Becky smiled pleasantly at this consideration, although privately thinking
that it was just because Lillith was always horny after a good firing and wanted
to cum in her face a few more times. Lillith was magestically stern.
"You appear to have grasped a few opportunities that you shouldn't have,
Hargreaves! We've had complaints from female customers about sexual harassment!
Very convincing complaints! About you! What do you think we should do about it?"
Smedley spread his hands in a man-of-the-world gesture guaranteed to
irritate ball-busting dykes. He smiled broadly.
"Absolutely nothing!"
Behind him, Becky did some quite elaborate eyeball-rolling. Lillith snorted
derisively.
"What do you mean by that?"
Smedley adopted a calm, rational tone as one explaining things to a slightly
retarded child. This also was aimed at ball-busting dykes.
"It's as simple as the difference between a knife with a metal blade and one
with a ceramic blade!"
Lillith frowned in annoyance.
"What???"
"You and I are very different. If we were knife blades, you would be a metal
blade and I would be a ceramic blade! A ceramic blade has a sharper edge than
can be achieved with a metal blade. It cuts much more cleanly and keeps its edge
better. Perfect for cutting meat or for surgery!"
Lillith was deeply sarcastic and dismissive.
"Fascinating! Nothing to do with sexual harassment, which is your problem
right now. I suggest you deal with it! Focus on the task at hand, Hargreaves!
Knife blades have nothing to do with it!"
Smedley shook his head gently.
"I'm afraid they have everything to with it, Lillith darling!"
Darling!! The man was insane!
"Quit playing silly bugger, Hargreaves! What are you babbling about?"
Smedley twirled in his swivel chair. The white, unbelievably sharp ceramic
blade sliced into Becky's upper arm. The ceramic knife was so sharp that Becky
felt nothing as it cut in. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the bright red,
arterial blood spurting from her shoulder. She clamped her hand over the deep
cut as Smedley moved like a cat behind her and held the white blade, dripping
crimson, to her throat. He barked orders at Lillith.
"Summon security and I'll slice her throat open with one smooth easy stroke!
Then I'll gut you like a slaughterhouse lamb!"
Lillith's fingers retreated hastily from their proximity to the button under
her desk as Becky whimpered in Smedley's grasp.
"You can't get away with this!"
Smedley looked at her pityingly.
"Lillith, there's a lot you don't know! Trust me!"
"You're mad!"
"I'm not even mildly annoyed! Put your hands together behind your chair,
Lillith."
Maneuvering carefully, his super-sharp blade at Becky's throat, Smedley
opened his briefcase, pulled out a pair of flex cuffs and tightened them around
Lillith's wrists.
"The only way these can be removed is if they're cut off, so don't even try
getting out of them, Lillith."
Blood seeped between Becky's fingers as she clutched her bleeding shoulder.
"Wheel your chair away from the desk, Lillith. I don't want you kicking that
security button. What do we have here?'
He opened the door to Lillith's private bathroom and shower.
"Very nice! You wait silent as the tomb while Becky and I go into this cozy
w.c.to deal with her cut!"
He gestured to a corner of the office that he could see from inside the
bathroom.
"Push yourself over to that corner there, Lillith. You've been a naughty
girl! Sit facing the corner and think about how you can make good. I don't want
to hear a word out of you. Not a peep!"
He hustled Becky into the bathroom, leaving the door open so that he could
keep an eye on Lillith. He waved the knife blade in front of Rebecca's terrified
eyes. Her bright red blood dotted the white blade. A ceramic blade is no good in
a knife fight, for it shatters easily, but for carving the meat it can't be
beat. Smedley thought of these charming little encounters as if they were a
chess game. Make the right moves and you don't have to fight.
"Not a word, Becky!"
He untucked her blouse and slit it open all the way down the back. The sharp
blade sliced smoothly, effortlessly. One by one, he pulled up her bra straps and
cut them. He pulled out the waistband of her skirt and slit it down the hem. A
slice on either side and her panties were reduced to a whisp of red silk that
Becky was clamp desperately between her thighs. Smedley jerked the whisp of
flimsy fabric from between her shapely legs.
Rebecca's creamy buns and smooth shaven pussy were joys to behold.
Unfortunately for Becky, this was the moment Lillith decided to bluster.
"You keep your hands off her!"
Becky let out a small squeal as he jabbed the blade into her other shoulder.
Smedley spoke reprovingly.
"Lillith! You made me hurt Rebecca! Tell Lillith to be quiet, Becky!"
Rebecca's voice was near hysterical.
"Lillith! Shut the fuck up! He's cutting me every time you open your stupid
mouth!"
Lillith, who couldn't see what was happening behind her, was terrified into
silence. She hated the feeling of complete helplessness. She liked being the
dominant one. She hated whatever was happening to Rebecca and felt spasms of
guilt and responsibility. If only she had handled this better! She thought hard,
desperately seeking the winning play.
Smedley spoke softly to Becky, who stood trembling in her stockings and high
heels, clasping the shreds of her blouse and bra to her chest as she clutched
her bleeding upper arms.
"Becky! I'm going to bandage your arms. You'll have to let go of the blouse
and bra though."
Rebecca was panting hard. Staring at him with huge, frightened eyes, she
offered no resistance as he tugged away her blouse and bra so he could see all
the goodies. With her pretty pink nipples, big breasted Becky was a delectable
morsel indeed. He taped her upper arms to staunch the bleeding and led her back
out to the office.
He sat her in the swivel chair that she had occupied earlier. Removing
another pair of flex-cuffs from his open briefcase, he fastened her slim wrists
together behind the back of the chair. He pulled a pair of stockings out of the
briefcase and tied one around each of Rebecca's shapely ankles. He pulled up on
the stockings so that each ankle was pulled up along it's side of the chair and
fastened them to the back.
He went to the bathroom, picked Becky's silk knickers up off the floor, held
them to his nose and inhaled deeply, savouring the tangy musk. He strode back to
her chair.
"Open your mouth nice and wide, Becky."
Becky opened and he stuffed the panties in.
Smedley took a roll of clear tape from his briefcase.
"Put your lips tightly together, Becky."
Becky tightened her lips, holding the remains of her panties inside her
mouth while Smedley pressed the tape against her lips and wrapped the broad
clear tape around her head several times to seal in the goodness.
"Yum! Yum! Are they nice and tasty, Becky?"
With Becky nicely wrapped up, he hurried over to Lillith, fuming futilely in
her corner.
"Let's see what you've got, Lillith."
Lillith glared at him.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Smedley looked at her reprovingly.
"Now what did I say would happen if you emitted the smallest peep, much less
an abusive blast?"
Rebecca stared in shock at stupid Lillith. She whimpered and squirmed
frantically in her chair as Smedley strode over, knife in hand. Lillith was
horror-stricken.
"Please! Cut me instead!"
Rebecca went ballistic, shreiking at fuckhead Lillith to shut up through her
gag.
"That's two cuts for Becky so far, Lillith. Do you have anything else to
say?"
Rebecca squealed harshly at her and Lillith shut up. Smedley hefted one of
Becky's boobs. His eyes gleamed.
"Where should I cut, Becky? Two cuts? One for each tit?"
Becky whimpered pleadingly. He fingered her cuntlips.
"One for each cuntlip?"
Becky shook her head violently.
"All right! The tits have it! Don't worry. I'll cut underneath where nobody
will notice!"
He reached into his briefcase and selected a stiletto, a knife with a sharp
point and a long narrow blade. Becky bounced frantically.
"Becky! You must hold still or it will be a much bigger cut. If you
struggle, I may cut a whole tit off by mistake!"
He pinched a plump, pink nipple and lifted her breast high. Becky went
deathly still as he rested the sharp tip of the stiletto blade against the
underside of her breast where it met her chest.
"If you hold still it won't be a very wide cut, but it will be fairly deep
so that Lillith can learn her lesson of silence and obedience."
He waited a few beats to allow the bitches to stew a bit and then slowly
inserted the blade into Becky's tit-meat. He wiggled it playfully to help poor
sobbing Becky squeal and snivel beautifully. It also ground Lillith hard as she
realized how serious a maniac she was faced with. Bright yellow urine spurted
messily from Becky's piss hole soaking the seat of her chair and filling the
room with the stale smell of fresh pee. Smedley was sympathetic.
"Don't worry, Becky! The cleaning staff is probably quite familiar with
cleaning up bodily fluids from this room!"
He withdrew the slim blade, pinched her other plump nipple, lifted and went
to work on her other tit. Becky sobbed hard as he worked the blade in. She
gasped as he pulled the blade back out, working the tip agonizingly. Lillith was
biting her lips. Being trapped in a room with an ultra-violent maniac made her
heart feel huge as it hammered painfully in her chest. Smedley seemed to have no
limits.
Outside, Loretta and Margaret, two Assistant Managers, were leaving for the
day. Walking past the heavy oak door to Lillith's office on the way to the
elevator, they heard Becky's squeals and moans coming distantly through the
thick wood. Margaret was outraged.
"Those brazen hussies are at it again! They're a disgrace to banking! Making
eyes at each other all day and having a shower together in the middle of the
afternoon! Utterly shameless lesbo sluts."
Loretta grinned and gave Margaret a wink.
"You're just jealous! You want a hot little secretary of your own and a
private office to enjoy her in!"
Margaret simpered and lisped coyly. She batted the air, limp wristed.
"Abtholutely, dearetht!"
The two giggled all the way to the elevator.
Inside Lillith's office, Smedley pressed two bandaids against Rebecca's
bleeding tit slits. Poor Becky was ashen faced and shaking badly. He turned to
Lillith.
"I think Becky's suffered enough, but it's up to you. I can always slit open
her her big blue eyeballs. Who complained about the sexual harassment?"
Lillith was a beaten bitch and she knew it. Shoulders slumped in defeat, she
betrayed his accusers.
"Shannon and Ashley, the fashion models."
Smedley smirked.
"Excellent! I already have a little plan underway for taking care of those
delectable lesbo bitches! They're going to be stars of The Midnight Tour."
Lillith had no clue as the what The Midnight Tour was, but she was willing
to bet that Shannon and Ashley would hate it. Smedley looked at Becky and
Lillith and grinned.
"As my friend Father Mulcahy would say: it seems to be my job these days to
convert the Lesbyterians to the Whorish faith!"
He turned his attention to Lillith as Becky seemed to be quaking nicely.
"Lillith! I'm thinking of cutting you loose! Once I do that, do you think
that you can remove every stitch of clothing without making a peep? If not, I'm
going to have to quit horsing around and get serious with Becky here. Just nod
your head if you think that you can handle it."
Lillith nodded.
Smedley cut Lillith's flex-cuffs and sat next to Becky. He put his arm
around her shoulder and licked the tears from her face.
"Mmmmm! Love the salty taste of a sweating, teary-eyed babe!"
He squeezed Becky affectionately as Lillith slowly turned her chair around
to face them and stood up.
"Don't worry, Becky! I'm sure Lillith is going to be fully co-operative and
show us the goodies, instead of doing something stupid and getting you gutted
like a fish! I know you've seen all that she has to offer, but it's the first
time for me. Is she stacked, Becky? Nice big tits? Tight bod?"
Becky nodded emphatically, obviously eager to see Lillith sweat. Smedley
laughed in delight.
"Start the strip show, Lillith! Don't keep us waiting!"
Silently, Lillith removed her jacket and placed it on the desk. She stepped
out of her high heels and unbuttoned her blouse. She untucked the blouse and
pulled her arms from the sleeves placing the blouse neatly on the desk next to
her navy blue jacket. She took a deep breath and unbuttoned and unzipped her
sharply creased navy blue pants. She peeled them down her long, muscular legs
revealing that, like a lot of executives, Lillith put in some serious time
working out at the health club. Smedley grinned.
"Wonderful! It's nice to see a woman who keeps good care of herself! Isn't
it Becky?"
Becky quickly nodded agreement. Pleasing Smedley had become her top
priority. Lillith hesitated. Smedley looked concerned.
"Uh oh, Becky. It's beginning to look like Lillith's a bit shy in front of a
man. Is she shy with you, Becky?"
Becky shook her head and glared fiercely at stupid, reluctant Lillith.
Lillith sighed and undid her bra. Big breasts with dark red nipples shimmered
liquidly as she shrugged off her bra and put it on the desk. She hooked her
fingers inside the elastic waistband and jerked down her panties and pantihose.
She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She stood, gloriously naked, and
glared defiantly at Smedley. Like Becky, she had the smoothly shaven pussy of
the die-hard fuck-slut.Smedley applauded.
"Very good! And it keeps poor Becky in one piece. That's good, isn't it
Becky?"
Becky, hugely relieved that stupid Lillith was doing the right thing for
once, nodded agreement. She wondered what she had ever seen in her. Smedley
looked at his watch. He had places to go and people to meet.
"I want you pick your panties up off the floor and put them in your mouth,
Lillith."
Lillith looked outraged, but picked them up and stuffed them in.
"Sit in the chair and put your hands behind together behind the back."
Lillith did as she was bid. Another pair of flex-cuffs were fastened to her
wrists and her mouth was taped shut with the clear plastic tape. Another pair of
stockings came out of Smedley's briefcase and her ankles were tied back along
either side and fastened to the back of the chair. Smedley was pleased.
"Excellent! You two ladies wait here. I'll be right back!"
Chapter 5 - Meeting of the Board
The bank's Board of Directors had many eminently respectable citizens on it.
It also had a hard-core centre. Being nicey-nice doesn't make money. You need
the hard core to make the business successful. You need the respectable citizens
as a front for inquisitive government agencies and groups of concerned citizens
and stockholders. This was a meeting of the hard core who, after all, could only
stomach so much of the goodey two-shoes.
Smedley stood and cleared his throat for attention.
"Ahem! I know that you've all had concerns about Ms. Hardcastle. I'm happy
to announce that she will be tendering her resignation effective immediately!"
The hard-core board laughed.
"Did you take care of her assistant too, Smedley?"
Smedley grinned.
"They're both waiting to tender their resignations right now! I'll bring
them in."
Smedley wheeled in the two nude beauties, still tied to their chairs. The
board members grinned delightedly. Rebecca blushed and squirmed uncomfortably.
Lillith stared defiantly at the board. The Chairman spoke.
"They don't look like they're going to resign. Ms. Hardcastle looks a tad
disgruntled and defiant, Smedley!"
Smedley smiled.
"No problem!"
He produced his roll of clear tape, wrapped it around their heads and sealed
their nostrils shut. The two beauties immediately began to writhe and struggle.
The board watched with interest as the two lovelies struggled violently, but
futilely. Big breasts bounced and bare buttocks dimpled and danced. Sweat flew
from twitching, fear hardened nipples. Naked thighs quivered and exposed cunts
pumped lewdly as they tried to arch up from their chairs. Deprived of oxygen,
their grimacing, contorted faces turned cyanotic blue.
Lillith wet herself. The board applauded.
Smedley kept them struggling to breath for a desperate two minutes. At last,
he addressed the two purple-faced beauties, jerking violently in their chairs,
staring at him frantically with bulging, bloodshot eyes.
"Feeling fully co-operative?"
They nodded violently.
He removed the tape from their nostrils. Their sweating torsos heaved as
they gratefully sucked cool air into their burning lungs. He unwrapped the tape
that sealed their mouths shut.
"Open!"
They opened their mouths and the board laughed in delight as Smedley
extracted their saliva soaked panties.
"Do you want to resign?"
They made an eager chorus.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Becky! Do you want bend over the table and open your holes for the
directors?"
"Yes, please! I'd be delighted to!"
Smedley released Becky. The board members unzipped as she bent over and
touched her nipples to the polished oak table. She turned out to be a real
tightie.
"Lillith! Do you want to get down on your knees and give blowjobs to the
board members?"
There was no hesitation.
"Absolutely! Though I don't have much experience!"
Smedley was reassuring.
"Don't worry! Lick hard, suck hard and remember to swallow!"
The Chairman fed her his dick. Smedley squatted down and talked her through
it. Coached by Smedley, she sucked on the Chairman's heavy knob, licked the
underside of his thick, heavily veined dick and swallowed his bull gravy like a
Royal Navy cabin boy. He patted her on the head and the next board member fed
her his dick.
"You've made arrangements to handle them, I trust, Smedley?"
Smedley grinned at the Chairman.
"Yes, sir! There's a container ship called the Pussy Maru that will be
pulling into the Thames soon. When it leaves for Hamburg, they'll both be on it.
When it arrives in Hamburg, they'll find themselves to be hard-working
attractions in an underground S&M club call Die Singvogel."
The Chairman was delighted. An old horndog, he continued the conversation as
he spat on his dick to lubricate it and opened Becky's asshole for business.
"Die Singvogel. The Songbirds. I like that! Excellent, Smedley! Well done,
old chap!"
