Shamed (21 page)

“Remove your panties.” He told her.

Here we go then
, she thought.
He wants much more of me
.
This
is it girl. Now you’re going to get fucked
.

As she reached up below her skirt and wriggled her panties down
he
watched her discomfort while his hand toyed with the
golden golf balls on the plinth. Careful not to reveal anything she tugged her
panties down to her knees then let them drop to her ankles before she stepped
out of them. She noted how wet they felt in her hand. He stepped towards her
again.

“A little shy Samantha? I never would have imagined.” He teased and
then “Lift your skirt.” The order was unconditional.

As she lifted her skirt she felt a tear well in the corner of her eye
once again. He watched avidly as inch by inch the skirt rose, revealing her
thighs and then the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

“All the way up!” he insisted.

She pulled the skirt up around her waist and stood before him. He gave
an appreciative moan.  Her cheeks reddened and she closed her eyes.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He told her.

She sensed him moving towards her and standing very close. He placed a
hand against her pubic hair and let it rest there. She was trembling again now.

“Open your legs Samantha.” He spoke quietly, just inches from her ear.
“Nice and wide.”

She stepped a foot sideways and as she did so his hand slipped down and
cupped her.

“A little wider.”
He said.

She eased her foot further across, feeling herself open up beneath his
fingers. He pressed one finger against her, between her labia.

“Nice and wet, Samantha.”
He observed. She
felt herself blushing. “Keep those eyes closed.”

He traced the finger up, briefly riding over her clitoris bringing it
to life, a tiny tingling disseminating into her groin,
then
the finger continued up over her
mons
, through her
bush of hair before pausing against her lower belly. She felt him adjust his
position and she thought he had changed hands but the finger never left her.

Then he twisted his hand slightly and something cold touched against
her skin. He began to trace the object down again, back over her bush. It felt
hard against her pubic bone and then suddenly cold again as it came into
contact with the flesh beneath. Whatever it was
was
in the palm of his hand and she guessed it was circular by the way it rolled.
He continued down, rolling it over her clitoris until it came to rest between
her legs, against the puffing flesh of her outer lips, cupped in his hand. It
was so cold and hard! He slowly increased the pressure of his hand rubbing the
object against her, turning it slightly so that it took up the lubrication of
her own juices. Now it was moving freely against her labia, going deeper,
touching against her inner labia.
Pressed hard into her
groin.
She felt one of his fingers probe her slightly.

“Now hold very still Samantha.” He warned in a whisper.

He pressed harder and she realised that, whatever it was, he was trying
to push it into her. She tensed and he told her to relax. Uncertain she tried
to do as he asked and with a sudden shock he pushed the object with his finger
and it burst into her. The momentum was short, what she expected to be
something long simply popped into her and was enveloped. She gasped and her heart
rate doubled instantaneously. Immediately she felt another cold hard object
take its place pressing against her entrance. The object inside her was
squirming about now as her internal muscles sought to accommodate it. She knew
also that her cunt juices were now flowing uncontrollably. He again applied
more pressure and suddenly, with less resistance than the first the second
object passed through the opening to her cunt. She emitted a deep groan.
Samantha could feel the two objects now inside her, playing against one
another, her muscles naturally attempting to settle them into place only
causing them to move about more and more.

“Just one more.”
McDonnell said. “You are
doing very well.”

A moment later and there it was again. Another hard cold object pressed
against her and he squeezed it into her, finding little resistance until met
with the others and the opening of her cunt closed behind it. She opened her
eyes,
he was stood a few paces away now looking down at her
groin as if in expectation. She suddenly became aware of the weight of the
objects inside her. The constant movement and the force of gravity convinced
her she couldn’t hold them. Again he seemed to read her mind.

“If you drop them, Samantha, the deal is off. You walk.”

“But I can’t! They just....”

He stopped her mid sentence. “Hold them Samantha. And no closing your
legs! Show me you can do it. Keep them there.”

“What the fuck are they?” She
asked,
her voice
breathless. “They’re too heavy...”

“Golf balls!”
He announced pointing towards
the now empty plinth.
“Solid gold!”

“Oh Jesus, I can’t hold them.”

“But you must Samantha. Think of the consequences!”

She fought to hold her muscles in place, to keep the squirming objects
inside her. It was so hard with her legs apart, almost impossible. She let out
a groan that sounded like a weight lifter struggling to raise the bar.

“Ok, Samantha. You may close your legs now.” He relented.

As she did she felt the balls resettle and she managed to gain more
control. Incredibly she knew she was now gushing juices and that was not
helping her maintain control. Her body was betraying her.

“Now then Samantha.
I have a little task for
you.” He said “Oh, you may lower your skirt now by the way.” He added as an
afterthought.

“What now?” she asked in despair as she allowed her skirt to drop back
down, hiding her embarrassment to a degree, if that was possible or, indeed,
even relevant anymore.

“Now, where is the Carson Account file?” he asked.

“What? Um, what the missing accounts?” she asked confused.

“No, the file you have.”

“Um, in my car.
In the
garage downstairs.”

“Ok, Samantha. I want you to go and get it for me.”

“But I.....”

“As you are, Samantha.
Go as you are. No
panties either. Don’t forget your car keys and don’t drop my gold balls!” He chuckled
at his own ingenuity.

She looked down at herself. The blouse was stuck to her body, where the
seeping wet patches had soaked through and it clung to her breasts appearing
almost see through in places. Added to that, her nipples were now quite prominent
against the cloth without the barrier of the brassiere, especially one where it
combined with a wet patch and the areola and nipple appeared as somewhat more
than just a dark shadow.

He handed her a cell ‘phone. “Take this with you, Samantha. I’ll call
you on the phone and I want you to keep talking to me. When I tell you to do
something you must do it. I’ll know if you don’t. Just by the sound of your
voice, I’ll know.” She believed him.    

He instructed her to head straight out of the office, take the elevator
down to the garage and collect the files. Then she must return to his office.

  Samantha started to plead with him, incredulous of his demands.
“Please, just fuck me or whatever it is you intend to do and get this over
with!”

“Oh, I do intend to fuck you Samantha.” He said casually. “But you are
a long way from earning that yet.”
Earning it? Earning it!
She couldn’t
believe this man. She had to
earn
getting fucked by him? Like it was
some reward!

“Now, Samantha. I want you to go now. Otherwise.....”

She knew the threat that would come next and nervously turned towards
the office door. She looked down at herself once more. No! No, she wouldn’t be
humiliated like this. He couldn’t make her do this. She was an adult; a free
individual. She would not be bullied or intimidated into continuing this
ridiculous scenario. She turned towards McDonnell again but his expression made
the words stick in her throat and she buckled inside. The bastard! Fucking
bastard!

Slowly she walked to the office door and held the handle for a few
moments, her heart beating in her chest, her blood rushing in her ears. With
each step the balls inside her wriggled and squirmed. She discovered quite
quickly that she couldn’t take too long a stride or the change in her muscle posture
threatened to allow gravity to take over and the balls to fall lower inside her
and she had to stop and clench to force them back up, pressing her knees
together. She looked at McDonnell one last time, took a deep breath and pulled
open the door.

Samantha stepped out into the reception area where Hilary Carney sat at
her desk typing out a letter on her desktop computer. Hilary glanced up at her,
then took a double take and sat back in her chair, taking in the view.
Samantha’s face blushed heavily and she could feel the blood pulsing in her
cheeks as a Hilary’s mouth creased into a belittling smirk.
Trash.
Slut.
Any of those
type
of
words could have been read into that smirk as far as Samantha was concerned.
Hilary knew; she was certain of that. Samantha tried to hurry as fast as she
could towards the elevator. As she did so the cell ‘phone rang in her hand. She
answered it.

“Hello Samantha.” McDonnell chuckled. “Now keep the phone to your ear
so you can hear me.”

On her way in she hadn’t really noticed the other secretaries and PA’s
positioned outside of the director’s offices.   Now each one seemed
to be staring at her, their attention drawn by the ring tone and the trek
appeared to take an age as she carefully stepped her way across the floor,
stopping several times to retain the balls. She must have looked incredibly odd
as she stepped, paused, crossed her legs, stepped her way to the elevator
doors. Her blushing red face, cum soaked blouse sticking to her in places and
revealing far too much, Samantha was certain they could all see and all knew
what she had done. She squeezed the car keys into her palm hoping the pain
would distract her.

Finally in the elevator she stood facing the back wall with her eyes
shut until she heard the doors close. Then she turned and pressed the button
for the garage.

She stood now with her knees pressed together, relieved that she was
not reliant entirely on her own muscle capabilities to stop the balls bursting
out of her. She considered taking them out, McDonnell would never know, but her
jacket was in his office and she had nowhere to put the soaking, slippery
things. There was another problem too. The effect of walking with the balls
rolling around internally had caused her to become even more aroused. At one
point as she reached the elevator she was astounded to realise that she
was having
to suppress an orgasm.

“You’re in the elevator.” McDonnell’s voice came through the handset.
“Good. You are doing well Samantha, although you do sound a little breathless.”

She was about to respond when suddenly her heart jerked into her
throat. She realised the elevator was slowing. The elevator voice announced it
was stopping on the 8
^th
floor. She braced herself as the doors
opened. A noisy chattering group of people squeezed into the lift, oblivious to
her. She was pushed back against the wall as they jostled for position and she
found herself pressed up against the bulk of a large man, her right breast
flattened against his shirt sleeve. She could have sworn he must feel her nipple
poking into him. A woman stood directly in front of her with her back to
Samantha and she felt the closeness of their bodies.

Again McDonnell’s voice sounded in her ear. “You have company?”

“Yes.” She said in as controlled manner as possible.

“How many people?
Is it a tight fit?”

“Um, about six.
Yes it is.”

“Good. With your free hand I want you touch yourself Samantha. Can you
do that without drawing attention to yourself?”

What?
She was startled by his request but fought to maintain
control of her voice.

“I don’t know.
Probably not.”
She said.

“Good! You’ll have to be very deft and discrete then won’t you.” He
said to her astonishment.

Samantha looked around the lift with agonised eyes. None of them faced
her, they were chatting amongst each other, though more quietly now.

Pressing the car keys into the hand that held the cell ‘phone, she
slowly eased her sweating palm down her side and felt for the edge of her skirt
with her fingers. Finding it she slowly lifted the hem and gradually moved her
hand up her thigh until it came to the crease of flesh at the top of her leg.

“Samantha?”
McDonnell again.

“Yes; I’m trying.”

Her nerves jangling she fixed her stare on the back of the woman stood
in front of her. Her fingers traced the crease until they touched her
labia.

“Samantha?”

Her fingers prised open her labia and she could feel her heart pounding
in her chest. She touched her clitoris and held herself rigid for a moment as
the man pressing against her adjusted his position.

“Samantha? Are you touching yourself yet?”

She had to clear her throat before the words would come out “Yes. Yes,
I am.”

“Are you touching your clitoris?” The words sounded so callous she
glanced around feeling that they all must have heard the tiny voice emitted
from the handset. No one reacted.

Samantha pressed her fingers between the folds of flesh and touched her
clitoris. Immediately it responded and she felt herself tense with the
excitement.