Corporate Trouble

© 2002

Liz stood in the file room reading the document. This was the one she had been searching hunting for so long. She had suspected corruption and payoffs through out the company and wanted to expose it. This one file showed just haw far it went. It implicated the CEO, John Hatcher. The blond read through it one more time burning the info into her mind.

Had she been using her head for more then a recorder Liz would have been out with the evidence long ago. She never saw the shadow detach it's self from the back of the room. A rag was placed over her face with a strong odor to it. All of her strength flowed from her body as Liz collapsed to the floor.

It was the pain the revived Liz. Her shoulders hurt from their position being pulled back so far. Her legs seemed cramped and bent back awkwardly. Then there was the darkness. Not just a dim room but a complete lack of any light. The room seemed empty. Liz could hear her own ragged breathing echo from the walls. H....hello?, she said weakly. Can anyone hear me?

From what she could feel Liz was sitting on a metal framed chair. Her arms were pulled around behind and tied together. More of something that felt like rope heald her body the the chair in several loops running both above and below her breasts. Each leg was pulled back along the side of the chair forcing her legs apart and tied holding her toes clear of the floor.

How long had she been here. It had to be hours according to the cramped condition of her body. A door opened throwing a dazzling shaft of light across the room. Good you are awake said the woman framed there. Now we can get some answers. Being a bit dazed yet Liz said, Please help me, I can't move.

Of course you can't move dear the woman said, that is the whole point. Wh.......What? Liz asked? It is like this the woman said, I need some answers that you are not going to want to give. If I untie you you'll just run to the authorities and tell them what you think you know. That will make thing uncomfortable for us here. So I need to know what you know. Did that make since, she asked? I hate to repeat myself.

The woman flipped a switch lighting the room. After a few seconds of blinding light Liz squinted to see her captor. They were in an empty room about twelve feet square with white paint covering the bare concrete. Liz also saw that she was naked as well as tied securely to the chair. I don't know anything Liz said bravely.

I knew you were going to say that the woman said, but you know I can't believe it. She was busy attaching little peal and stick pads to Liz's body. One on each nipple and one on the inner edge of her thighs. They looked like the thing used in hospitals to monitor heart rate. But somehow The blond did not think that is what they were going to be used for. A folding chair and table were placed at her side. Then the woman started to connect wires from the pads to a small black box on the table.

As she did this Liz examined the stranger. She was about five ten, blond and had a well developed body from plenty of exercise. She wore a white silk blouse that clung nicely to her ample braless breasts. A black leather knee length skirt wrapped around her curving hips displaying her long smooth legs. She wore black strapped platform sandals exposing red nail polish on her perfectly pedicure toes. She did not look like a torturer, but more like a secretary or an executive.

Who are you?, why are you doing this, Liz asked? The manicured blond smiled sweetly but without compassion. I have already told you why she said, don't play dumb with me. Making the final attachments to the box she turned to Liz, as for me she said. I am Roberta Hatcher, John's wife.

Helplessly Liz struggled but the restraints held her tight. A green light showed on the box as Liz said nervously, Please let me go. I don't know anything, really!!! Mrs. Hatcher looked into her eyes, Everyone knows something dear, I need to know what you know. There was no sympathy in those cold blue eyes. No hint of compassion what so ever. Only cold blue ice.

Calmly the inquisitor touched a small button on the box. Liz was not prepared, but how could she be. The blond had no idea what was going to happen. Electricity flowed down the wires and into the electrodes on her nipples. Sparks flashed in her head blinding the helpless victim. She jerked helplessly pulling at her restraints, unable to even scream.

Then she could scream, in a long throat wrenching wail. Her chest tingled in the after effect and her nipples felt as if on fire. Wasn't that fun Mrs Hatcher asked as the blond struggled to control her breathing. Let's try this one. As her tormentor reached out for the button again Liz shook her head wildly. Please no, don't, nooooooooooo.............!!!!!! she trailed off as electricity jolted her thighs.

Electricity made her already cramped legs spasm violently as the energy flowed into her clit like a physical blow. It seemed to go on for even but was over in a moment leaving Liz shaking helplessly. Have you anything you want to tell me Roberta asked? You Bitch!!! Liz screamed struggling in her bonds. Just let me up and I'll show you something! Mrs. Hatcher smiled coldly, I but you would, that's why you are tied down my dear.

Another jolt flowed into her body. Already Liz could feel her strength failing, her resolve slipping. How long could this go on? An hour? All day? You....Bitch.... she managed to gasp. Yes dear you have already established that I am a bitch. Now tell me what I want to know or you will find out just what a bitch I can be.

Go to hell!!!!!, Liz screamed as another jolt hit her open thighs. Somehow her body seemed to betray her. Liz felt herself responding sexually to this torture. Each jolt tingled her pussy starting a reaction and getting her juices flowing. This only intensified the shocks which also intensified the reaction.

ZAP, it came again striking at her breasts. Liz could feel her nipples hardening into cones under the sticky patches. Worse yet and far more humiliating Mrs. Hatcher could tell she was being aroused as well. Zap, Zap, came two more jolts in rapid secession. Roberta could keep this up for hours, but just how much more could her victim take. The jolts came faster now. Liz could not speak even if she wanted to. Screaming had become impossible as well as she struggled.

When Liz awoke next she could feel that something was not right. The lights were out again but she was still bound to the chair just as before. Only now there was pain, not just in her cramped muscles but her breasts and clit too. She did not think it was from the recent electro-shock treatment. This felt more like dozens of jaws biting down on her flesh. Liz struggled but could not shake them off.

Roberta Hatcher returned snapping the lights back on. Good morning the tall blond said taking her seat in front of Liz. Please the bound girl begged, It's been hours, I can't stand it any more!!! The young girl had about a dozen wooden clothes pine on each breast, one biting down directly on each nipple. A forrest of clothes pins covered her stomach and six more pinched her clit. Liz twisted in agony, having recovered from the treatment yesterday to suffer through the long night under the unrelenting bite of the clothes pins.

Liz squirmed in helpless torment as she watched the other woman reach out and touch the clip on her left nipple. With a sadistic smile she twisted it violently making her cry out. One by one she flicked every wooden clamp making them wiggle as Liz writhed in pain.

Slowly Roberta removed the clothes pins, one at a time occasionally tweaking the clamps on the helpless girls nipples. With each clip that came off she would ask, Do you have anything to say? Liz just shook her head as she tried unsuccessfully not to cry out. Every released clip burned horribly but they were nothing compared to when her nipples were finally released. Finally after two long hours all of the clothes pins were gone leaving Liz sobbing helplessly.

The tall blond took out a bottle of clear liquid and poured some into her hand. Sitting close at Liz's side she began to rub the oil into her tortured breasts paying special attention to her abused nipples. Ohhhh,.... that feels soooooo good Liz cooed. After a day of torture the captive girl could feel the last of her resistance failing. She did not know it could feel like this.

Roberta did not stop there. While gently rolling a nipple with one hand she worked her way down to her captives neglected clit. Ahhhhh......... Liz moaned loudly leaning her head back to rest on Roberta's shoulder. That's it dear Mrs. Hatcher said. Doesn't that feel good? Oh yea, Liz moaned as she sunk deeper into that special place.

Why don't you tell me all about it she said softly. The gentle stimulation and her soft voice were hypnotic. Liz responded helplessly to the feelings turning her inside out. She had no more strength for resisting. She gave in to the stimulation of her sex. Between gasps of pleasure she told Roberta everything. Is that right Roberta asked? So what were you going to do? Liz moaned again, her body was responding like never before. She should be humiliated. Her body betraying her like it was before this stranger. And to be brought to this by a "woman"? Something the blond had never considered. But it felt so right!!! Moments later Liz exploded into orgasm like never before.

John Hatcher met his wife outside the small room. I have it all she told him. You are amazing John said, you never fail to get answers out of people. So what are you going to do with her now? Roberta said, I'm having her sent to our house. The way she reacted I can't wait to get her home and have some real fun. You and your wild appetites he said. Ok I'll make the arrangements, see you at home later? Roberta kissed him, of course dear, take your time. After all she did have a new toy to play with.