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 Into the Maelstrom Part V |
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Carolyn began to notice that a
weird, growing nervousness was overtaking her. The
events of the past 12 hours had drained her both
physically and emotionally. Her overwrought mind was in
no condition to understand what was happening to her.
All she knew for certain was that it felt as if her whole
body was conspiring against her. It was as if a growing
fire was burning inside her, and she couldn't put it
out.
Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath
her jacket, as her constantly and painfully erect nipples
gleefully rubbed the silk lining, sending electric shocks
throughout her body.
It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks
which was really causing her problems, though. Wearing
her slacks low on her hips helped somewhat, but the
touching down there was still happening. Her already
sensitive pussy, obviously not used to so much attention,
was heavy with her internal secretions. She knew it was
only a question of time before they soaked through her
slacks.
Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without
having to stop and collect herself before she could
proceed further. Thankfully, the work she had to
complete wasn't difficult, just time-consuming.
She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a
quick drying of her sopping crotch every now and again,
to protect her clothes and her modesty. Perhaps it was
just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she
thought. In a short time they would have been soaked
through and through anyway.
Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room,
though, Carolyn had to be careful. Her traitorous body
was becoming increasingly resistant to her mental
discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet
paper being applied to her sopping vulva felt good. Too
good!
Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it
only served to increase the sensations that had been
building all day. What was wrong with her? she wondered.
What the hell was going on here?
It was not just her appearance which was causing her
problems. Just about everyone at the firm today seemed
to her to be acting very strangely towards her indeed.
Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted
office this Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it turned
out that just about everyone was there. Also, most of
them, especially her fellow paralegals and some of the
other working staff, were not too busy to notice her
astonishing appearance, and even proved catty enough to
make some comment to her about it. As if she didn't know
how she looked! She had to constantly repeat her
ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed to be less and
less accepted by her more cynical co-workers as the day
progressed.
Not used to having so much of her body showing,
Carolyn was constantly forgetting about it as she went
about her work. She would regularly find herself leaning
over someone's desk, as she normally did in the course of
a working day, discussing a document or the upcoming
conference. It was only when that person's eyes would
lift up from the top of the desk and light up in a
strange fashion that she would remember and quickly
straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in
embarrassment at showing so much cleavage.
Other unusual things kept happening this morning as
well. Normally her cool manner had always kept everyone
at a distance, both physically and emotionally, but not
today. For some reason she couldn't explain, something
about her was actually drawing people towards her instead
of forcing them away. No matter how hard she tried, it
seemed to her that all of the firm's members wanted to
get as close to her as they could, especially her fellow
paralegals. They were even touching her, something
unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or
an arm around her waist. And sometimes worse than that.
She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking
down a passageway, she could feel a stray hand moving
over her buttocks. Yet, no matter how fast her tired
mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she turned
around there was invariably only an anonymous crowd going
past. She was so tired, and it always happened so
quickly that she didn't even worry about it after a
while.
And her poor breasts! It seemed they were constantly
in the way of just about everyone who walked by her.
Regardless of how close she squeezed herself against the
cubical walls which made up the corridors of the
administration section, her proud breasts were being
buffeted so much by hands, arms and shoulders that they
had become quite swollen and were very sore indeed.
Finally, the required detail work for the conference
was done, and all taskers had been successfully
completed. Carolyn, feeling incredibly tingly by this
time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful
isolation. She shouldn't have anything more to do today,
until just before the arrival of the prospective clients.
Which was just as well, she thought, because the only
thing that would stay in her head at the moment were
unnatural flashbacks of her and Tamiko, especially when
they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's apartment
early this morning.
"Woof!" Carolyn said softly.
How could something like that have had such a
devastating impact on her, she wondered. It was a simple
thing, after all, just two naked women on a couch. Yet
it was all she could think about! She, who was so
normally very much in control of herself and those around
her.
But, now! My God! Now, she was just a leaf in some
sexual windstorm that was blowing her in any direction it
choose.
The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed,
wasn't helping her distressed emotional state at all.
Now that she had some time to think about it, she
realized that her reaction to it was not what she
expected at all. After her initial embarrassment had
finally passed, it became more and more distracting, then
exciting in a way. She began to feel deliciously naughty
about it, being so semi-dressed in such a formal
environment.
The needs of work finally caused her to
thankfully focus elsewhere, yet she could never fully
blot it out. It was always there, hovering on the very
edge of her consciousness, this constant if accidental
stimulation of her body. To her deep consternation, she
found herself actually liking it a little. For someone
who had always been so proper in her appearance and
behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her
a great deal.
She had never realized she was capable of experiencing
such intense sensations and emotions. It was a discovery
of staggering proportions, because it pointed to the
possibility of something which she never knew had existed
within her. She had the soul of a, what? A slut? A
sensualist? A sensualist slut??
"Carolyn!"
Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her
disturbing thoughts. She looked up and saw that her
immediate supervisor, Susan George, was standing
impatiently at the front of her desk.
"Yes, Sue?" she replied, wondering what this
bothersome woman wanted from her now. "Can I help you?"
"Please come with me. Ms. Pendergast would like to
speak to us about the conference."
"That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile
as she slowly stood to walk with Susan back toward the
executive offices. It figured, she thought. The one
person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted to
see her.
It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more
junior associates and certainly the most ambitious as
well as unscrupulous. It was she some three months ago
who had first solicited the prospective clients coming
today, and had been carefully courting them ever since.
She, of anyone at the firm, had the most to gain or lose
by today's outcome. In reality it was her conference
today, but Carolyn had been doing all of the work for her
on it.
Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less
fashionable part of executive country, right next to the
rest rooms, so thankfully for Carolyn it was not a long
walk. As they neared the door to the office, she
realized she had to be careful not to show Susan or Ms.
Pendergast how even this brief walk over here had
affected her. They would certainly think her some kind
of crazed slut. She might even loose her position at the
firm as a result! She though briefly of faking menstrual
cramps but decided against it. Nothing else to do but
find out what she wants and get it done as soon as
possible, while she was still able to function at all.
Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this
constant stimulation her body was getting or she would
surely go absolutely mad!
She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new
addition since Carolyn's last visit a week ago. Taking
up the entire center of the small office was a large,
leather-covered easy chair. A bit much for just a junior
associate, Carolyn thought as the two women squeezed into
the cramped office, but typical of her.
Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was
seated behind her small desk, a thick opened set of
instructions in a three-ring binder and a complicated-
looking remote control device the only things on the
clean desk in front of her.
"Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord. Close the door,
Carolyn, please. We don't want any interruptions," said
the young associate.
Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present
thoughts of sex from her head, Carolyn tried to focus on
just what Ms. Pendergast was saying to her.
"What?"
"Lock the door, will you? I don't want us to be
disturbed."
"Yes, ma'am." Now what? Carolyn wondered as she
closed
and locked the door.
"This chair is one of the products that our
prospective client manufactures. It's brand new.
Actually, it is still in the evaluation stage, and the
fact of its existence is not to leave this room.
Understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.
"Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.
"Joanna?" wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes. "Oh,
please!"
"Good. Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast,
as she continued her briefing. "It is to be the first
user-interactive easy chair. One in fact that has been
specifically designed for women. For some reason, it's
called "Mother's Helper."
Carolyn sighed. She really didn't need this,
especially on a bizarre day like this one!
"That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair,"
Carolyn gushed hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better
for you to show off your new furniture? I do have things
to finish yet."
Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of
the firm in this fashion, but Carolyn at this point would
have been perfectly willing to volunteer for a root canal
in
order to escape the presence of these two blindly
ambitious
women and their endless scheming. She just couldn't
handle it. Not today.
"Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast
snapped. "I want you to try it out, and tell us what you
think of it."
"Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.
"The chair! Just sit in the God-damned chair, will
you, and tell me what you think. Okay?"
"Oh, great. Now I'm supposed to be a products tester
for this egomaniac," she thought, as she moved to the
front
of the chair. "I'm doing her job for her again, the lazy
bitch!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly
placed her sensitive bottom on the polished leather of
the chair's seat. She wiggled her hips slightly to
settle in, and found herself sinking into the most
luxurious chair she had ever sat in, the leather clinging
to her form like a second skin.
"Oh, my! This is very comfortable," she gasped in
surprise.
Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat,
directly in contact with her hyper-sensitive sex.
"Ohh!"
"What's the matter?"
"There's a bump or something, right in the center of
the seat," she said uneasily, shifting her hips further
into the chair and away from the slight but disturbing
intrusion beneath her.
"Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions
yet. According to this, the chair is a combination
electric recliner-relaxer, with a remote control. Ah,
here we go! They say that that bump you feel works just
like a saddle's pommel, except its height is adjustable
by the user. It performs the same function as it would
on a saddle, you know. It keeps you from falling forward
out of your seat, especially when you use the incline
function. It's needed because of the highly polished
leather."
"Incline function?" At the sound of a click, Carolyn
suddenly found herself laying on her back, her feet
resting on a strangely divided footrest.
"Let's see. Here's a button marked 'Foot rest.'"
Each side of the foot rest formed a 'V', trapping
Carolyn's feet. The sides then slid apart, spreading her
legs in the process.
"Yes, of course. The foot rest does the same thing as
the seat's pommel. It's meant to keep you in place. How
clever. Do you feel like you're going to fall out?"
"No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to
speak of."
"Not yet? Oh, that's right. Forgot to set the degree
of incline. How silly of me."
Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was
raised to a 45-degree angle from the floor.
"It's for watching television."
"Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied. I
hope this ends soon, she thought desperately. She kept
discretely shifting her hips, trying to lessen the slight
contact which the pommel now had directly upon her sex.
Even with that to concern her though, she was so tired
and the chair so comfortable she was afraid she would
fall asleep right then and there.
"Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel
correctly?"
"Yes, of course."
Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have
to reach between her thighs to do this, but sighed with
relief when Susan positioned herself behind Carolyn's
head. Her relief quickly turned to dismay when Susan, by
pressing her hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced
Carolyn's vulva directly onto the pommel, pushing the
electrifying material of her crotch seam directly into
her pussy lips.
"OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the
sudden, intense contact.
"Next, we shall test the vibration modes."
"What? What vibration? MY GOD!" All previous
sensations paled to insignificance beside the intense
throbbing which now commenced between her thighs
"Why, Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired
politely.
"I don't? I don't know." She couldn't say it, she
thought desperately. She just couldn't admit to her boss
that she thought she was being molested by a chair! The
pommel, which had mysteriously increased in size, had
raised itself right between her thighs, and had then
begun to vibrate. While the remainder of the chair's
vibration-level remained low and surprisingly relaxing,
the pommel's actions were most insistent. Carolyn's
body, stimulated throughout the day to the very limits of
human endurance, reacted violently to this latest
violation of her person. Her hips bucked while her body
writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape the intense
effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva
firmly planted on the insidious device.
Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she
would lose total control of herself. All she could think
of was how she could relieve this fantastic pressure
which was building within her. Her hands gripped the arm
rests, her knuckles white with the effort needed to keep
her from grabbing her agitated privates in front of
everyone.
Suddenly, she knew the end had come.
"I have to get up. I think I'm going to?," the
frantic woman tried to say.
"Going to what, dear?"
The climax struck!
"AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she
uncontrollably doubled up in the chair, trying to relieve
the incredible sensations her empty yet madly pulsating
vagina was radiating throughout her body.
"Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very
professional manner. "It looks like the poor thing is
having some sort of seizure."
The chair was quickly returned to its normal
configuration. Carolyn, still helpless in the throes of
her monstrous orgasm, was bundled out of the chair by the
two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on the
cleared desktop.
With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on
her jacket, the gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite
naked on her supervisor's desk with her bare feet placed
flat upon the top.
"Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired
the panting, nude Carolyn in absolute awe. "I was wrong.
It was worth the wait. I like her style in underwear,
too. Don't you?"
"Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered. "This
could be serious," she loudly declared. This could also
be a great deal of fun, she thought as she licked her
lips in anticipation. "I had better use the special
probe on her to make sure that damned chair didn't hurt
her!"
When Susan George had come to her this morning with
talk of finally being able to "get" the untouchable Miss
Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew exactly what to do about it.
The special chair in her office was something from the
perspective clients true enough, but it was there for an
entirely different reason. They did not want it tested.
In fact, the chair had so many design flaws and
manufacturing defects that they didn't even want anyone
to sit in it, and were if fact preparing to file suit
against the contractors who produced this abomination in
the first place. But Joanna Pendergast was well aware
that, if properly used, the chair did have a certain if
highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to
give it a trial run.
And what do you know, she thought. The damned thing
worked like a charm, and here was the delectable Miss
Lord to prove it!
Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed
her favorite office dildo, already carefully greased
earlier this morning in loving anticipation of just this
eventuality. It wasn't a strap-on version (unfortunately
there just wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely
all the same.
Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's
spasms. She looked about her in confusion. Her skin
developed goose pimples everywhere as she, without
warning, felt very cold. She suddenly realized that she
was no longer in the chair, but was now laying naked on
the desk in Ms. Pendergast's office. She was naked!
"Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself
with her hands and tried to get herself off of the desk.
"Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast. "You've
just had an attack of some kind and we need to know:
first, if you're all right; and, second if it was just
you or was the chair somehow involved."
"Oh, please! Can't I get dressed first? I feel so?
so exposed!"
"Certainly not! Don't be stupid. How can we check
you that way? Now, lie back down on the desk, there's a
good girl."
Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down,
careful to keep her pubes and breasts covered. "Good God
in heaven," she wondered. "What have I done this time?"
"Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please,"
Ms. Pendergast ordered.
Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and
placed her hands as she was told. When she hesitated
about moving her feet, Joanna gave a sign to Susan and
Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the reluctant
woman's feet on the desk, widely separating them in the
process.
Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not
protest this deliberate and humiliating exposure of her
person. Ms. Pendergast was her department head after
all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for as
long as she had been with the firm, so whatever she
wanted her to do could only be for the good of the firm,
didn't it? Yet, she was now completely defenseless to
whatever they wanted to do to her, and it worried her a
great deal. She did not enjoy being defenseless at all!
Especially with these two!
Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself
neatly between Carolyn's wide-spread legs. Carolyn
nearly died with shame as she realized that her employer
could now see everything she had, her most private parts.
Just everything!
Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand
and gently caressed the still seeping pussy. She
inserted three fingers between the swollen lips and
slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage.
She was rewarded with an involuntary groan from Carolyn.
"Oh, baby!" she thought. "I'm in love!"
"Is that? Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn
wheezed.
"Just a part, honey. Just a part. I have to make
sure you can handle the probe."
"Probe? You mean like a thermometer?"
"Yes, only a little bigger. But, you are absolutely
correct. Basically, it's just a special kind of
thermometer. Now, let mother take your temperature!"
Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis
around and around Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia.
Carolyn was beside herself with sensations. It was all
she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk and run
screaming from the room.
In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite
disgusted with herself. Here someone was trying to help
her and all she could think of was what was happening
below her waist. What a slut she must be to keep on
reacting like this to a simple exam. Had she no shame?
Worse, had she no control? Could she ever go into a
doctor's office again without fear of embarrassing
herself?
Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into
Carolyn's steaming vagina.
"Aaahh," moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left
the vulnerable paralegal. She was penetrated deeper and
deeper as Joanna worked the dildo into her tight victim
by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going further
and further in at each thrust. Carolyn's hips quickly
began responding to Joanna's thrustings with motions of
their own, adding an occasional circular motion to
enhance the sensations being generated by the dildo's
presence.
Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened
her lips on Carolyn's bobbing right breast. Her left
hand clutched Carolyn's left breast, the fingers tweaking
the astonishing erect nipple. Susan's right hand flew
up underneath her skirt and into her panties. She
rapidly masturbated while contentedly suckling on
Carolyn's breast. "I want this woman," she thought. "I
want this woman for my very own. Oh, Yes!"
Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and
had increased the pace of her thrusts. Faster and faster
she became, with Carolyn matching her thrust for thrust,
her naked buttocks noisily slapping the polished wooden
desk top. Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her
sweating prey, Carolyn's face glowing with effort, her
unseeing eyes glazed over with lust. She thought
feverishly of the devices in her desk, the nipple clamps,
butt plugs and the like. Her mind positively boggled at
the thought of using them on the delectable Miss Lord.
She glanced at the clock. Shit! No time, she wailed to
herself. No fucking time at all! It just wasn't fair!
Of all the days for this to finally happen! Shit!
From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the
woman's time was near, very near indeed. All right,
then. She would enjoy the moment (man, would she enjoy
it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!
She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the
desk. Carolyn arched her hips, searching for her missing
lover. Joanna quickly placed her lips on Carolyn's
vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the clenching
vagina. Carolyn reached her hands up from the desk up
and held the back of Joanna's head, trying to thrust it
within her out-of-control body.
Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no
patience, that woman!), and had collapsed in the easy
chair, her small mind teaming with grandiose plots on how
to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!
Joanna used her educated tongue well. She was cunning
in her cunnilingus, and the defenseless Carolyn was
brought to the brink several times, only to be
deliberately brought back again. Finally, even Joanna
knew that Carolyn could be denied no longer. Her tongue
worked the tight clenching walls of Carolyn's vagina as
the fingers of her right hand flicked Carolyn's clitoris
just once.
"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina
pulsed again and again. Joanna's tongue lapped up the
precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing
young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long
denied orgasm.
When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once
again, she saw that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her
desk, with Susan George standing on her left.
"Am I? Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding
figure seated before her.
"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked.
"It's about time, too. Just where do you think you are,
anyway?"
"Sorry, ma'am. I don't really know what happened.
Must
have been tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered. She
wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet or not, so
she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her
hands and arms at her sides. She was conscious of a
wetness coming from her throbbing vagina. My God! she
thought. What's that all about?
"Is the check-up finished? Am I all right?"
"It's okay, Miss Lord. And, yes, you seem to be quite
all right."
"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly
cover herself with her hands. Being naked like this was
impossible to endure, just impossible!
"Ah. By the way, what did cause? I mean, why did I?"
"Oh, that. It wasn't the chair after all, it was just
you. I guess it must have been your time. Now, please
get dressed. I have much to do before the conference and
don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."
"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly
said as she wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk.
Under the glittering eyes of her two superiors, the
terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking
modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the
scene of her latest disaster.
Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned. She
couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible.
My God, she thought. I've just climaxed in my
clothes! I've just climaxed in my clothes and for no
reason! Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a
check-up with a medical probe for God's sake. She had
never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of
control over her body, especially in front of Ms.
Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough. But,
what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly
she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down
within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it.
What was wrong with me today? she wondered. What was
wrong?
Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies
room. The crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked
with her own secretions. Fortunately, after applying
several hand towels, the dark material served to almost
totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her
jacket kept it all covered anyway. Of course, to really
hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her
hips again, instead of low. Strangely, the idea didn't
bother her as much as it once did. She understood that
things were somehow different for her, and did not mind
the discomfort. In fact, although she did not recognize
it in her emotionally spent condition, she did not mind
the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all,
now.
Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept
worrying her. "How could this have happened?" her dazed
and tired mind kept asking, as she was drying herself
off.
When she felt she was finally presentable, she dressed,
left her stall, and went to one of the sinks. As she
carefully washed her hands, she looked longingly at the
empty couch located against the far wall. Such a lovely
couch, she thought.
In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her
eyes were barely open. The clock on the wall had three
hours until the conference. Just enough time for a
decent nap, she thought. I must do this, otherwise I'll
never make it.
She wanted to lock the door to the rest room, but what
was everyone else supposed to do in the meantime? "Never
mind," she thought. "What could happen in here?" she
reasoned as she gratefully laid down. "It's the safest
place in the building."
She wondered briefly if it might be better if she
undressed first, but decided against it. "Better not
press my luck," she thought.
In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.
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