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Corporate Slaves 1: The Inheritance
(Melissa DuVant)
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Corporate Slaves: The Inheritance Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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incidents are pure invention. Chapter One: A Hand-Picked Choice Chapter Two: Training is Mandatory Chapter Three: An Unexpected Legacy Chapter Five: The (Ex)Replacement Chapter Six: Performance Review Chapter Seven: Bonding Exercise Chapter Eight: A Pleasing Night Chapter Nine: Shipping and Receiving Chapter Eleven: Some Time at Home Chapter Twelve: Management Restructures Chapter Thirteen: A Not-So-Private Party Chapter Fifteen: Train the Trainer Chapter Eighteen: A Relaxing Break Chapter Nineteen: Sureties of Power Chapter Twenty: The New Normal Chapter Twenty-One: A Job Well Done Epilogue: Checking the Inventory Digital Slave Preview Chapter: A New Life Starts Funded by Dillon: a nerd from Somerset who spends his free time playing RPGs, or being with his friends and going LARPing Chapter One: A Hand-Picked Choice Warm, bright sunlight filtered into the small hall, illuminating bright and well-polished wood, large windows filling the place with light. 'Tongue out.' There was a pause, the rest of the audience holding their breath in anticipation. Alexandria's "volunteer" hesitated, her eyes covered by a padded leather blindfold, her arms bound behind her in a leather armbinder, each hand bound to the opposite elbow in a box-tie. The red leather went well with the woman's white blouse and sleek pencil skirt, her bra just about visible through the material. 'What is the most important lesson?' Alexandria kept her voice slow and comforting, lulling the woman into hopefully peaceful obedience. A tongue, soft and pink, slowly emerged from between rosebud lips, as Alexandria moved the chocolate profiterole forward, a long line of cream on top. The tongue probed the air uncertainly, before brushing against the cream. It wavered for a moment, before stretching out again and licking it away, and some of the chocolate as well. Alexandria made soft, soothing noises. 'You see? Trust, that is the key. Trust me, listen to my voice, and you will be rewarded.' She moved the profiterole away as the woman's tongue probed out again, her head bobbing uncertainly forward, trying to find where it had gone. Alexandria ran her finger over it, scooping up a thick blob of cream and then pushing it against the tongue, sliding her finger into the woman's mouth, and letting the tongue swirl around it, cleaning it off. 'Good girl. Good girl.' She kept the finger in place as she turned to the rest of the group she was teaching. 'This is an important skill for leadership - those under your command need to be able to trust you implicitly.' She pulled her finger out, wiping the trickle of spit onto the woman's blouse, turning it partially see-through. The slight whine of disappointment made her smile - some more intimate "training" had already been arranged for this one, although she didn't know it yet. Alexandria reached out and gently pushed down on her shoulders, and the woman sank to her knees, arms still bound behind her back. She tapped a button on her smartwatch, cutting the feed from her microphone to the earpieces the woman was wearing, rendering her deaf. 'As you can see, rewards bring obedience. While some employees may be more... problematic, we will be covering how to deal with those on a future course. But most workers can be dealt with by giving them enough little treats to keep them sweet.' She stepped behind them and stroked their head, moving the profiterole just in front of their mouth. They opened wide and licked it, before taking a delicate nibble, earning themselves another head-pat. She looked around at her audience - eight young women, all in smart, crisp office-wear, all in strict restraints - a mixture of armbinders, leg-fetters, blindfolds and more - and smiled. 'I expect to see you back at the main house by 1, so we can have lunch and begin the next lesson. But you will need to trust each other and work together, as you all have your own limitations.' She watched as a tall, leggy blonde, her shoulders forced back by the armbinder, large breasts shoved forward, approached a blindfolded brunette, the two of them coming to some arrangement. Well, that was what these "corporate retreats" were about. 'Stand.' She pressed the button so the word filtered into the ears of her "test subject", who obeyed. Alexandria placed a hand on each of her shoulders and used that to guide her, heels clicking against the wooden floor tiles. They didn't resist, their body pushing back against Alexandria, soft and compliant. The hall was set some distance from the main house, surrounded by a small forest, with birdsong filling the air. Going along the track, with the restraints in place, should take the women an hour at least, which gave her some time to play with her new toy. Now she was out of sight of the others, she was rougher, giving them a shove, enjoying their discomforted grunt, before guiding them into the seat of a golf cart. What was this one called? Yua? She was from Marketing - quite attractive, and with good numbers, although apparently that came mostly from sucking off the buyers. Which did at least show a certain initiative, and some inherent tendencies that could be refined. In the cart, it was only a short drive around to get onto the open, manicured lawns surrounding the mansion. Expensive cars were parked up in the courtyard - some were hers, some belonging to the trainees. Well, they bought in enough money she could afford to pay them well! Beside her, Yua was twisting about uncertainly, her shoulders straining against the leather armbinder, the material stretching a bit, but easily able to contain her. Alexandria didn't bother comforting her - there seemed little purpose now, and the mounting confusion had its own excitement, at least for her. 'I've been wanting to talk to you for a little while, Yua. About a special project.' The straining stopped, as Yua tried to turn to look at her, her short, black hair shifting about. The ear-pieces were disorientating, making it impossible to know precisely where the speaker was coming from, or if they were even physically close. 'Really, Miss Hunt? What is it?' She tried to sound confident, but the slight quaver of doubt and fear in her voice was adorable, especially coupled with her slight build. Soon she would likely be screaming as well, that lovely voice begging for release and relief, those small breasts subjected to torments. Alexandria felt her own excitement start to build, resisting the urge to push the woman up against the wall and kiss her, managing to keep her voice level and controlled. 'Oh, there's a special project I think that you would be excellently suited for. After what you did to secure the Bainbridge contract. That showed impressive dedication.' Yua tensed, her body going stiff, voice suddenly uncertain. 'The Bainbridge contract? I, uh...' 'You're only a little thing, watching you take three cocks at once, well, that was quite impressive.' Yua tried to shift away, but there wasn't enough room on the seat for her to escape, and her straining at the armbinder was still futile. 'I, um, I...' 'Don't worry, all that energy will be put to good use. And you deserve something for all that work you put in.' She pulled up in the courtyard, dragging Yua back to her feet. The woman's shoes - designer-brand heels, glossy and black - were high enough that she staggered on the gravel, Alexandria easily dragging her inside. 'You need some training to refine yourself, but you certainly have impressive potential.' The entrance hall was a grand and open space, although most of the antique clutter had been stripped away - the suits of armor and old weapons and banners were not to Alexandria's liking, and so had been auctioned off. A service elevator opened at her approach, and she shoved Yua forward, sound of her heels changing as she stepped onto the metal surface. 'I have a need for women like you.' As the elevator started to descend, Alexandria stroked Yua's body, feeling her soft breasts, reaching up her back and tickling fingers down her spine. Still blinded and unable to fight back, Yua's breath was coming in short and uneven pants now, unable to pull away, unsure of what was happening. As they descended into the basement, the air changed, from warm and soft to more chill, heavy with a metallic tang, the sound of the lift echoing around. It was fully sound-proofed, entirely isolated from the surface world - even mobile phones had no reception, making it a perfect retreat for restful meditation. Or somewhere to put troublesome underlings that needed further training. The lift sank to the floor and locked into position. 'I have a special facility for employees like you. Don't worry, I'll let your colleagues know that you won't be returning with them.' Yua struggled again, Alexandria removing her hands and stepping back. Without any guidance or reference point, Yua could do nothing but take slow and uncertain steps, managing to find her way off the lift, onto the flagstones, and then stumble further forward. There was nothing else in this room, save for some crates and a sturdy metal door - it had seemed prudent to invest in the best security. Alexandria allowed Yua to stumble around as she approached the door and entered her key-code, swiping her pass through, hearing the heavy bolts and locks start to disengage. 'Miss Hunt, please, I... I don't like this. Please let me go.' She was rubbing her head against her shoulders, trying to dislodge the blindfold, without success. 'Shhh, don't worry. Didn't I tell you? All you need to do is trust me. The more you trust me, the sooner your training will be over. And you want to be a good girl, don't you? You want to be well behaved and obedient, and I am willing to help with that.' 'I don't like this! Let me go!' Yua was starting to panic now, backing away against a wall, before stumbling on the floor and falling over, unable to break her fall. 'Please try not to injure yourself.' Alexandria opened up one of the crates as she stalked towards the woman, pulling out a nice, large ball-gag, a sphere of black rubber dangling from a red strap. She grabbed at Yua's hair and pulled, using her other hand to shove the gag in, swiftly buckling it into place. Spittle immediately started to well up around the edges, bubbling over those lovely red lips. 'Whhapphhh?' 'This way.' More harshly now, she grabbed Yua by the shoulders, digging her nails into skin, shoving her forward. As the door finished sliding open, sounds leaked out - a motorized thrum, low and constant, interspersed with desperate, wordless cries, somewhere between pleasure and pain. Yua tried to resist, her legs not moving, feet dragging on the ground, but she was petite enough that Alexandria could simply carry her. 'Do you remember Farah? Nice girl, bought in the money, but couldn't keep her legs closed? That's her, currently partway through her own training program. I rent her out sometimes - soon, I hope she'll be well trained enough for purposes other than fucking, but that's really up to her. 'Nppph! Stppppphhh, pleappph!' On the other side of the metal doors was a small complex of rooms, re-developed from a World War 2 bunker, although now reinforced and upgraded. Doorways into small cells were on either side of her, with metal slats that could be opened up to view the occupants. She slid one open - the inside was a padded cell, a writhing figure bound in black latex struggling inside. With their arms wrapped around their body and their legs bound together, their head hidden inside of a tight black hood, none of their skin was visible. 'That was Cathy. She's far happier than she was, far less stressed now.' Watching the smooth black latex, gleaming under the light, was almost hypnotic, with their body straining away, unable to break free. Soon, hopefully, she would be suitable for more general use. Her destination lay ahead of her, what had once been the command room. A large circular space, with other passages radiating outwards, it had been filled with bondage and restraint devices. She smiled at the way Yua's body stiffened against her own, as she considered what to do first. Yua twisted around with sudden strength, managing to kick out against Alexandria, catching her with a knee. 'Something harsh to start with, then.' 'Whapph?' Another moan echoed around the place, Yua stiffening in her arms. 'Hmmm, I don't think you're ready for that just yet. But maybe some physical and mental conditioning?' She put Yua onto the floor, then reached up to grab at a chain that ended in a hook. There was a metal ring in the middle of the armbinder, and Alexandria slipped the hook through that. When she hit the control panel for the chain, it started to retract, pulling Yua upwards, until her feet were just barely in contact with the ground, her body bent forward. A long, silvery line of spittle splashed onto the ground. 'Now, time to teach you to obey. The first thing is to break you down, both in mind and body.' 'Nppphh!' 'Shhh. I need a PA, and I think you're just the right fit for the job.' Watching the woman try and break free was a delight, her body forced taut and stretched by the strappado position. It showed off her legs as well - not too long, but nicely plump without being flabby. 'Let's get you out of those clothes, you won't be needing them.' 'Geph awapth!' Yua tried kicking around, making herself twist, but couldn't break free. Alexandria waited until she had twisted all the way around, then reached a hand out and tugged on the zipper of the woman's skirt, yanking it down. It fell to the floor with a soft hiss, leaving Yua exposed, wearing only a thong underneath. Alexandria stroked the exposed buttock. 'Mmm, lovely.' Then she cracked her wrist, spanking her hand against it, watching as the flesh deformed under the impact, and Yua yelped, more spit dribbling out. 'You will learn to obey, and to give pleasure with your body. That will be your new purpose. The more you co-operate, the more pleasant it will be.' 'Nppphh!' Alexandria spanked her again, harder this time. 'Your agreement is not needed. You will be adjusted to fit my purposes.' She could feel her own desire rising up - although this one was a long way from being able to do anything useful. 'Which do you prefer? This...' She spanked Yua again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. '...or this?' She stroked the now-tender backside with her fingers, lightly soothing it. 'Well?' 'Sephond!' 'You see? Obey, and things will go easier for you.' She reached between Yua's thighs, stroking her through the scant material of the thong. Yua whined again, and tried to tense her thighs closed, only relaxing them when Alexandria pinched at soft flesh. She teased and stroked at Yua, holding her close and making soothing noises and she started to sob to herself. 'Girls that are obedient get rewarded. Otherwise you might end up down here permanently.' She could feel the heat from Yua increase, her body starting to ease into pleasure despite her protests. 'Shhh, shhh, this isn't so bad, is it? Soon, I hope, you'll learn your place.' She withdrew her hand and then ripped down Yua's chest, tearing away the buttons holding her blouse closed, revealing the fancy bra she was wearing beneath. It took only a few more yanks to strip her clothing away, leaving her shivering and naked, head twitching around uncertainly, still unable to see. Alexandria placed a hand on her neck, and squeezed - just lightly, enough to hopefully impress upon Yua the position she was now in. The snuffling started to decrease as Yua shivered, probably from both fear and cold. 'Good girl. The sooner you submit, the easier it will be.' Fortunately, all her equipment was close at hand, so it was easy to fetch a strap-on and buckle it around her waist. It clashed with the white dress she was wearing, but this wasn't for an audience. As she continued to stroke Yua between her legs, her body started to respond, her sighs becoming less frantic and desperate. Once she was nice and wet, Alexandria took a firm grip of her hips and slid the tip of the dildo into her. Yua tensed up, and Alexandria started to stroke her back, lightly skimming her nails along bare flesh, scratching them down skin as Yua's whimpers increased, until she went silent. With each thrust, Yua's body shook, until the whole length was buried inside of her. 'As your training has only just started, you are allowed to come.' 'Mppphhh!' She was starting to shake her hips back and forth of her own accord now, riding the dildo, her gaps less pained than before. When she came, it was with a loud gasp, her juices flowing forth. Alexandria hastily withdrew, not wanting to stain her dress. 'I will go and tend to your colleagues and apologize for your sudden departure.' She spanked Yua again, smiling at the hand-imprint she left. 'When I return, then your training will begin in earnest.' Chapter Two: Training is Mandatory The temperature change between the bunker-dungeon and the main manor was palpable, the underground carefully maintained so the occupants would be uncomfortable, and, after a few days, desperate for warmth, but without any actual danger to their health. She could hear the doors locking shut behind her, just in case someone somehow managed to escape their restraints. Although she didn't have many down there at the moment - she needed to find a few more subjects and start training them. The place was too large for just her and a live-in slave or two, she needed at least a dozen maid-servants or twice that in living furniture! She stepped from the lift back into the sunlight, glad of the warmth on her skin. She heard a slight scuff from her side, and turned to see a slight woman, dressed in a latex maid's outfit, the black material gleaming in the sunlight, even the apron and head-dress shiny as well, wearing thigh-high black boots as well. The only thing she was wearing that wasn't glossy latex were the frills peeking out from beneath her skirt. She curtseyed, lifting her skirt high enough to show her bare crotch. 'Mistress, the trainees are starting to return. I have prepared lunch to be served in an hour.' Alexandria nodded. 'Good girl. There's a new occupant downstairs - make sure she's watered, but not fed. I think she needs to endure a little first, to make her thankful for whatever she is given.' 'Yes Mistress. Very good.' Alexandria reached out and stroked the maid's neck, making her shiver. 'Your collar should be finished soon. I've ordered a custom one, just for you, Rebecca.' The woman's smile was wide and bright, lighting up her narrow face as she curtseyed again. 'Thank you, Mistress.' 'Now, go and help in the kitchen. And I will tend to the trainees.' She watched as the maid walked away, admiring the way that the light played on her latex dress, and how her high heels made her legs toned and taut. Lovely and obedient! And trustworthy, while capable of taking the initiative as well. The latest project of Alicia, Alexandria's head maid - well, she was capable and enthusiastic, and seemed keen to stay. As long as she didn't take too much of Alicia's time! She had to focus to quell the stir of lust that arose within her, before striding towards the reception room. This part of the manor was "normal", the walls covered with antique paintings, or plain oak paneling. A heel scraped against the floor, as one of the trainees walked towards her, arms bound behind her back in an armbinder, her shoulders pulled together and pushing her breasts out. Somewhere along the way, her shirt had snagged on thorns and was torn partially open, revealing coffee-tinted skin beneath and showing her bra. Her short skirt had several mossy smears on, and her glossy black shoes were scratched and muddy. 'Miss Hunt!' Despite her restraints, her amber eyes sparked with annoyance as she strode forward, her balance good even with the binder. 'While I am aware that your training methods are unorthodox, what is the meaning of this?' She twisted around to show the armbinder, the ring on the end catching the light. Alexandria stepped forward and put an arm around the woman's shoulders, dragging her off balance and making her dependent on Alexandria for support. 'Ah, Diana, you seem a little stressed. This way.' The woman had little choice but to follow along with Alexandria, as she steered her into one of the meditation rooms. Potted plants lined the walls with soothing, mind-slowing mandalas and patterns painted between them. Diana tried to resist her, just for a moment, but her heels were sufficiently high that she was easy to steer. 'This exercise sometimes has this effect. Being stripped of power and made dependent can be rather destabilizing, can it not?' Diana stiffened against her in a futile attempt to not be moved, as Alexandria shifted her into the center of the room. 'I didn't expect to have to hike through a field!' Alexandria rested a hand on the woman's throat, as she reached out for a rubber breathing mask, shaped to cover the mouth and nose, with an air bladder attached. She squeezed, just enough to make Diana react in shock, before pushing the mask over her face and swiftly buckling it into place. The air bladder shrunk, then only slowly inflated, as Diana's face reddened while she tried to suck in air. With one hand still on the woman's throat, Alexandria tethered her into place, a collar hanging from the ceiling clipping around her neck. From behind the mask, she was making angry sounds, the bag forcing her breathing into a regular rhythm. Alexandria pressed tightly against her, feeling her body - she clearly took some care of herself, her back and butt nicely toned. 'Mmmppphhh!' The bag slowly inflated then shrunk as she took a breath. 'Shhhh. A certain level of stress is acceptable, but you must control yourself.' She stroked the woman's body, cupping a buttock before finding the zipper for her skirt and pulling it down. The material fell to her ankles with a soft rustle, as Alexandria gently blew on an ear, licking the soft flesh. Underneath, she was wearing stockings, and Alexandria couldn't resist pulling on a garter-belt, snapping it against warm, brown skin. The white thong she was wearing was a nice contrast with her darker skin, although her struggles were intensifying, Alexandria using her body to keep the bound arms contained. 'Breathe, slow and deep.' She took several example breaths herself, exhaling in slow and regular breaths. 'Do not let yourself become stressed. Perhaps some mediative sights as well?' She reached up underneath the woman's shirt and gently squeezed Diana's breast, feeling the pert and warm flesh, wrapped in a bra, then stepping away to fetch a slimline VR helmet. She had to brush hair out of the way, but it didn't take long to settle it into place. 'Mppphhhh!?' Alexandria held her close and stroked her more, feeling her increasing body heat, the sign that she was enjoying this despite her protestations. 'Something to help you relax.' She tapped buttons on the top of the headset to start it playing - it would be showing swirling, vague and hypnotic patterns now, designed to numb the mind, although with enough subliminal messages to keep the woman aroused. She kissed an ear, before drawing back and running a nail down the curve of flesh, tapping the golden hoop hanging from the lobe, making it rock back and forth, and using her finger to plug the hole on the breathing-bag. It took a few seconds for Diana to react, unable to know what had happened. She tried to jerk her head around, but it was easy for Alexandria to keep her finger in place, listening as the woman grunted and gasped, still trying to inhale. When she removed her finger, the bag immediately rustled back into life, air flowing in. Alexandria kissed the ear again, before sliding an earbud in. 'I'll leave you here for a while, until you are calmer.' 'Mmppphh!' Alexandria plugged the bag with her finger again, before sliding the other earbud into place. Diana was shifting around awkwardly, her chest straining against her shirt. Alexandria undid the buttons with one hand while keeping Diana's breathing restricted with the other, taking the chance to admire the supple flesh that was revealed from beneath, chest straining as she tried to suck in a breath. When Alexandria removed her finger, Diana's chest heaved, attempting to gasp in more air than the bag could contain. She should now be hearing empty, mind-numbing white noise, hopefully making her feel empty and compliant. To stop her trying to wander off, she fetched a spreader bar, clipping one end around an ankle before wrenching the other leg away, to force Diana's legs spread and hold her in place. She was still grunting in protest but had no way to escape. Alexandria stood and held her close, feeling the warmth of her body, then started to stroke her. When she stroked at Diana's stomach, it made her breathing hitch, but the bag forced her into regular, even inhalations. When her hands dropped to Diana's waist, and she teased her fingers against the thong, Diana tried to shake her off. Alexandria nipped her on the neck as a warning - not hard enough to leave a mark, just a light nibble to remind Diana of her position. Despite her protests, she was receptive, her pussy soon getting slick and warm, even as Alexandria only stroked the outermost folds. 'Mmmph. Mmmppphh...' Her pants were more urgent now, although she was having to strain and fight for every breath, the bag limiting how much she could inhale at once. Combined with the numbing sound and visuals, she was probably starting to feel delirious and dreamy, and very suggestable. Alexandria grinned and bit her on the neck again, harder this time. Soft and warm and wet, just the way she liked them! She started to slide her fingers in and out, Diana's body eagerly receiving them, her body limp. 'Not yet, my sweet. You can have a lengthy meditation session, while I tend to the others.' She pumped her fingers in and out, taking the woman close to the edge, before withdrawing and wiping them against the woman's shirt. Diana made a gasping whine, thrusting her hips about, wanting a closure that Alexandria was not going to grant. She slapped the woman's backside, taking a moment to admire the lines of her body, the curves of her backside and the rasping inhalation of the breath-bag, before leaving. The others should all be back by now and would need tending to. The reception room overlooked the grand garden, with a table of coffee and tea against one wall. The trainees had returned, a few of them working together to make hot drinks. All looked a little worn and tired, pencil-skirts and blouses now ruffled and slightly sweaty, their glossy black heels scuffed and muddy. Combined with the restraints, it was a delightful look - a tall woman, her makeup exquisite and her arms in a leather binder behind her back, was giving instructions to a blindfolded brunette, whose blouse was starting to stick to her skin due to sweat. Manicured hands slowly tapped and fumbled for cups, turning one over and then trying to find the UHT milk. Alexandria approached, gently laying her hand on the blindfolded woman's shoulder, holding it there through her initial moment of tension, until she registered that it was a friendly touch and relaxed. 'Allow me to help. One milk?' 'Yes, Miss Hunt.' Alexandria quickly made two cups, pouring in the indicated amount of milk. She patted the woman on the back again, feeling her body - a little pudgy, but nothing that some training couldn't resolve. Her hair needed some work though, with darker roots showing through. Alexandria ran a hand down her back, enjoying the brief shiver. The slight grime and dirt added an extra frisson of appeal - there was something delightful about the usually pristine women when they started to get worn down. She glanced around, checking that everyone had returned. Two looked even more scuffed and worn than the others, with mud soaked into their tights and over their shoes, a chain running between their collared necks. One was blindfolded, the other had her hands cuffed to the back of her neck. They must have tried to take a shortcut - that would certainly explain the grime and leaves on their suit jackets. She clapped her hands together, those that could see turning to look at her, those that were blinded shuffling around awkwardly. 'Very good, everyone. You have all made your way back, by helping and trusting each other.' She stroked some hair back into place. 'This is an important lesson you need to learn, in order to be both a good leader and a good follower.' She stepped up to the tall woman in the armbinder, using her hands to push and pull the woman around, tweaking her posture. 'You all need to remember yourselves, and your positions. You may not always be in charge, but when you are submissive, you should submit with grace.' This one had lovely muscle tone, and would look lovely in a backless dress, especially if her flesh were to be marked up with wax or a few whip-welts. When she touched them, they shivered, twisting around to look at Alexandria, biting her lip before smiling at Alexandria and sighing. 'Your next lesson is to feed each other.' She stroked the backside of the tall woman - from her reaction, she had clearly been trained by Alexandria before. Double-doors swung open, and the maid wheeled in a large trolley, filled with trays of food. She pushed it into position and locked the wheels into place, before curtseying (more decorously this time, not exposing herself). 'Lunch is served.' She caught Alexandria's eye and gave her a flirty smile, before ducking her head and approaching, speaking confidently as the woman began the task of feeding each other. 'There was a message for you, Mistress.' She paused, looking nervous and uncertain, as Alexandria reached out and stroked her hair. 'Mr Wolff has passed. Your attendance is requested to deal with certain matters regarding his will.' Alexandria froze, the warm room suddenly seeming chill. Dead? Could this be some scheme to capture her again? It had taken her years to get free before, and she wouldn't, couldn't go through that again. When she recovered herself, the maid was looking at her with concern, apparently having said something while she had been spaced out. She tried to look confident and in charge, even as her stomach roiled nervously. 'Make the arrangements. I suppose the matter will need seeing to.' 'Yes, Mistress. And the young master?' 'He doesn't need informing yet. Maybe later. There is a new guest in the bunker, and Diana is currently enjoying some guided meditation in the mandala room. See that she is tended to.' 'As you say, Mistress. I shall have a car bought up. And some appropriate clothing?' 'Yes. Good girl.' Alexandria patted her on the head, the warm smile making her feel better. Now to finish this group off, so she could go tend to this unexpected business. Could it be a trick? Her departure hadn't been under the best of circumstances, and she hadn't seen him since. Whenever they had been at the same event, they had avoided each other - she wasn't sure if he had done it as deliberately as she had. But dead? When? And how? Chapter Three: An Unexpected Legacy The veil was stylish but mildly inconvenient, the dark material covering her face and making it a little harder to see, as she walked down the street. The long, dark skirt swished around her legs with every step, and she was drawing attention, admiring and questioning glances in equal amounts. It did a little to filter out the pollution though, making London a little more tolerable. The dark clothing brought back memories she would rather forget, making her nervous whenever she saw her reflection - she preferred white these days, but there were some standards to uphold. The legal offices were in a shining, newly-built office block, the summer sunlight glinting off the glass panels, an air-conditioned breeze blowing over her as the doors opened. Inside was the usual open-plan, metal and marble, with some not-particularly-impressive sculptures in the corners. Some generically-attractive receptionists were waiting, their faces in bland and fixed smiles. She assessed them - all were pretty enough, but two of them had sloppy posture, and one of them had slightly messy makeup. Still, they were able to direct her to the law offices, and wave her through the security gates and towards the lifts. Everyone else gave her a notable berth - she could get used to this! Maybe a corset, for the full look? Although the suit jacket was closely tailored to her body, completely covering her skin but still showing her form well. In the lift, although there was a clear space around her, she did catch a few men looking at her admiringly. The lift dinged open and Alexandria stepped out, doing her best to glide, trying to move without showing the movement of her legs. From the few startled looks she got, she was successful, office workers looking somewhat perturbed by her motion. It didn't take long to find the right office, a brassy nameplate catching the eye. She stepped inside, finding herself in a small reception room, framed legal certificates on the walls, between well-stocked bookcases. A very pretty secretary looked at her, dressed in severe black, a metal "necklace" clearly something that couldn't be removed, a brass-tinted ring serving as functional decoration. Was this one that Alexandria had trained? She looked somewhat familiar, although the dark hair and exquisite makeup was generic, her lips enhanced by plastic surgery. 'How may I help, ma'am?' 'I am Alexandria Hunt. My... ex-husband has apparently died.' The secretary stood, her skirt short, and tight enough that Alexandria could see, for a moment, a chastity belt outlined beneath the material. 'My condolences, Mrs. Hunt. Allow me to see if Mr Skiffly is available.' She walked over to an internal door, moving gracefully despite her four-inch heels. An anklet hung around a well-toned ankle, an iron chain locked into place with a padlock, another sign of her position. Alexandria nodded in approval - she was well-trained - was she shared by the office, or someone's personal possession? 'Mr Skiffly will see you now.' The woman stepped inside, holding the door open for Alexandria to enter. She walked ahead of Alexandria, who glanced around. It was very typical - more shelves of legal books, with expensive knick-knacks on display, along with some art that was very expensive, and very bland. The lawyer was younger than she had expected, probably younger than she was, and dressed in a tailored suit. The secretary knelt down by his desk, her knees resting on a cushion clearly provided for that purpose. She was clearly well looked after, if not spoiled! Next to the cushion were two metal bowls - one with the remnants of some dried food in, the other with a trace amount of... was that champagne? There was an empty bottle, not quite hidden in the corner. He tapped the girl on the head and she smiled, before he went to a filing cabinet and rifled through it, pulling out a thick bundle of legal papers, then sitting down. The secretary was treated to another headpat, then he turned to Alexandria. 'Mrs Hunt... No, Miss Hunt, I see. It appears you were separated from Mr Wolff, for quite some time, with one child? And you are responsible for... Dillon?' 'Yes. He is at university currently.' She reached up and removed the veil, glad to be able to see properly again. 'Well, he is now a very wealthy young man. Mr Wolff has left him his entire stake in Orion.' 'All of it?' 'Well, it seems as though the will hadn't been updated in some time. His current, uh, partner, has indicated she may challenge it.' Alexandria grinned. 'Camilla Bowers? I doubt she will be much of a problem.' 'I would hesitate to give a legal opinion without knowing the full details, but she certainly seems more enthusiastic than anything else. I doubt she has much legal standing.' 'If I could arrange a private meeting, I think I could probably persuade her.' The secretary shivered, meeting Alexandria's eyes, clearly recognizing her. Mr Skiffly gave the secretary a questioning look, before turning back to Alexandria. 'I will see if I arrange a meeting. It would certainly make things easier if it could be resolved out of court. Uh, I'm sorry, Miss Hunt, do you know Stephanie?' 'I trained her, a few years ago I think.' She moved over and gently tapped Stephanie on the head, the girl immediately sitting up straight rather than slouching, her face settling into an obedient and demure smile. 'It seems she has found a good home and is well cared for.' 'She makes herself useful. And it's nice to have her for stress relief. She is a little high-maintenance though. Isn't that right, Stephanie?' She kept her eyes downcast as she spoke. 'I like caviar. And champagne!' She was smiling now, biting her lip in anticipation. 'Pouring champagne into a doggie bowl does seem a little unusual. But she works well, as long as we keep her fed. And in nice clothing. She went on strike when I bought her some cheap lingerie!' 'Hmm. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement then. If you represent me, then I can train Stephanie. It seems she has gotten a little spoiled.' Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, then shut it when Alexandria glared at her. 'Although she is a lovely piece.' 'I take it that you are in the, ah, trade then?' Alexandria pulled Stephanie to her feet by her collar, pulling her close and kissing her. She was warm and soft, the smell of her perfume slight. She reacted enthusiastically, pushing herself against Alexandria, trying to push her tongue into Alexandria's mouth. She pushed her away, holding her at arm's length, ignoring her disappointed sigh. 'Yes. And it seems as though she has been left a little wild. A little retraining will do her good.' She tugged on the collar, pulling the woman around, before spinning her around and pushing her around the wall. She was still submissive, naturally raising her hands and putting them on her head. Alexandria felt at her back and buttocks, and the metal band between her legs. 'Hmmm, is she regularly belted?' 'She does get, ah, used, and quite often.' 'I think a period of abstinence may do her some good. Perhaps use her mouth more? I think that she has been over-indulged, and needs to be treated more harshly. If you agree, then I can take her for a week or two, and she'll be far less needy afterwards.' She lightly spanked the woman's backside, enjoying the way she shivered. The foundations seemed to be there, but her owners had let her get spoiled! Although it was easy to see why - she was a beautiful woman, and her indulgences hadn't yet made her fat. 'And no more fine foods.' The woman whined in protest, Alexandria spanking them again. 'That sounds agreeable. It will be nice to have her fully attentive again. She used to do a lot more, but has been less dutiful lately.' The girl gave a self-satisfied wriggle, still pressed against the wall. 'Yes, it's important to keep them needy and not spoil them. Even those with the best training can still become less useful if allowed to take liberties.' Alexandria leaned in to kiss the woman's neck, before gently blowing on her ear - she was a sensitive little thing still, despite being too-well looked after. 'Now, the company ownership - it is a controlling stake in the entire group?' 'Yes. Very diversified - a wide range of service companies and arm's-length entities, some consultancy providers, even a few industrial units. And all financially healthy, at least from the paperwork. A few that could be doing better, but none that are in any danger.' 'He always did like to spread his bets.' She pulled Stephanie away from the walls and pushed down, the girl smoothly sinking to her knees, arms coming to rest on her legs. Her already-short skirt rode further up, showing the gleam of metal. At least she, or someone else, had the decency to keep her chastity belt clean and shiny! Alexandria took a grip on her glossy hair, her other hand going around the front and taking a grip of her throat. 'What of the central company? I remember the other board members being rather... strong personalities.' Stephanie's mouth had obediently dropped open, her training not having slacked so much she couldn't miss the intention. 'Yes, that seems likely to be unchanged. Although I have not had the pleasure of meeting them. But Mr Sandwell is rather strongly opinionated, and owns the second largest amount of shares after your son. Far from a controlling share, but enough to have a certain level of influence.' He walked closer, unzipping his flies, Stephanie making a happy sound. Alexandria nodded, partially in appreciation at Stephanie's training, and also at the mention of Sandwell. Loud, opinionated and overly fond of throwing his weight around. He could probably be dealt with, or paid off if needed. Stephanie's head bobbed forward, tongue slipping out from between bright red lips, rolling the cock-head around on her tongue, Alexandria keeping a grip of her head to stop her from deep-throating the thing from the start. 'There's Ian Creswell. He's young, keen, very sharp, out to make a name for himself. Very involved with the technology aspects and is looking to expand and get more influence. I've heard rumors that some of his own backing is a little unorthodox, but it's all in the usual stack of shell companies and off-shore accounts.' Stephanie was making contented gulping and sucking noises - more than were strictly needed, but she was managing to do it without making any mess, and a little show was no bad thing. 'I will need to organize a board meeting. I trust you can make the arrangements? And massage things to give me a suitable level of authority?' Despite the woman sucking on his cock, Skiffly was managing to pay some attention, although his voice was starting to get thin and wheezy. 'Yes, I can... make the arrangement.' Alexandria released her grip a little, letting Stephanie have more control herself, her head moving forward as she started to slide more of her lips and mouth around the cock. 'But there is... Veronica Taylor and Elanor Hathering.' Alexandria drew Stephanie's head back, so that she could only lick at the cock-tip again, making a disappointed whine. 'Elanor Hathering I've heard of. Old money, overly proud?' His voice was tinged with desperation now, but she glared at him with a smile, keeping him standing where he was rather than letting him step forward to impale the girl's throat. 'Yes, very wealthy, runs a lot of society events, frequently in the society pages.' As he revealed more information, she allowed Stephanie more movement, kissing and licking his shaft again. 'And Veronica?' 'She was... internally promoted.' It didn't take much to make him splutter and gasp, Stephanie doing a good job of keeping him on the edge, Alexandria stroking her head. 'Sharp, likes to... command and... bossy.' 'Hmmm. She sounds as though she may be a problem. But I will have to meet them and see what can be done.' She gave Stephanie's head a push forward, sliding it along the cock, the girl spluttering as her throat was violated, the spluttering gasps getting Alexandria turned on. She could see her hands tensing on her lap, starting to stroke her thighs, pulling her skirt up fully to reveal the shining chastity belt, fingers powerlessly scrabbling at the metal. It didn't take long for him to come, Stephanie tilting her head back and swallowing. 'Can I have a treat now?' Alexandria pinched the back of her neck. 'No.' She made a pouting noise, and Alexandria wished she had a gag, or at least some cuffs, but hadn't thought to bring any equipment. 'You have been spoiling her, haven't you?' Skiffly looked guilty. 'No matter, I shall refine her. We're going to have some fun today, isn't that right, little Stephanie?' She pinched harder, drawing out a pained squeal. 'Now, how long will it take to arrange a meeting? And please zip yourself up.' His flaccid cock mercifully disappeared back into his trousers. 'Only a few days, I imagine they will be expecting something considering the... circumstances.' 'Very good. Make the necessary arrangements. And you will need to arrange to do without this one for a week or so, to allow me to train her. Longer, if you can spare her.' She squeezed Stephanie's throat, making the girl whine in a way that was pleasing to hear. 'She is due for some holiday; she practically lives in the office. I will arrange everything - I assume you will be around for a few days?' She smiled at him, before reattaching her veil. 'Oh yes, this seems worth the trouble. I look forward to hearing from you.' She let go of Stephanie, before flicking her ear, making her flinch. 'And I look forward to seeing you again.' The boardroom was much the same as every other boardroom she had ever been in - a large table with chairs set at regular intervals, discreet plugs to power laptops and phones, vaguely impressionistic artwork. Her ex-husband's stamp had been clear in the secretaries and assistants though - all notably attractive, leggy and curvaceous. Although less well-trained than Alexandria liked, several of them needing prompting before she had been allowed through, some of them obviously picked for their looks rather than their brains. She had deliberately arrived early, wanting to get the measure of the place - it seemed functional enough, the staff tending to their business, tapping away at computers or attending to meetings. She had commandeered an office for herself by the simple expedient of walking in and haranguing IT until a laptop had been provided, a polite and over-awed office drone doing all the required setup and granting her the relevant permissions. The door opened, a woman walking in. She was dressed in a smart suit jacket and skirt, but her scarlet hair was drawn back in a no-nonsense braided pony-tail, and her make-up was minimal - she must be Veronica. All business, by the looks of things, without much space in her life for pleasure. A shame, as she was attractive, seemingly despite her best efforts. She looked at Alexandria, scanning her up and down before taking a seat and opening up her laptop, immediately starting to work. Alexandria resisted a smile - all work and no play, she would probably enjoy a break! Or be made to enjoy it. And that body would look better in a harness, or a latex mini-skirt and a translucent blouse, topped off with a nice collar. Sandwell was the next to enter and was much as she remembered him - a large and stocky man in late middle-age, fighting a losing battle against growing fat. He leered at Veronica, seemingly more from habit than out of actual desire, and she didn't seem to even notice. His look at Alexandria was more appraising, unsure of her intent. She gave him a vague smile back, guarding her expression. Elanor and Ian arrived together - he was dressed like any other young businessman, in a tailored suit and shiny shoes, an expensive and slightly gaudy watch on his wrist. Elanor was dressed in a far more eye-catching fashion, more suitable for clubbing than a formal meeting - she was wearing a black bodycon dress that clung to her body like a second skin, a golden chain drawing attention to her waist and hour-glass figure, heels making her even taller, a small fortune in diamonds gleaming on her wrists, ears and around her neck. The several studs on her ears gave a slightly "punk" edge to her look, especially with the thigh-length boots she was wearing, and she somehow made the diamond-studded choker look classy rather than gaudy. Her dark hair was carefully crafted and tousled, some flunky having spent hours making it look as though she had just gotten up. Smokey makeup rimmed her eyes, her look appealing to Alexandria despite the suspicious look she gave her, before swaying over to a seat, her gait rolling her hips as though she were on a catwalk. Mercifully, there were no flunkies and underlings. Veronica tapped at her keyboard before looking up from it, her dark eyes skimming over everyone else, paying particular attention to Alexandria. Alexandria was the first to speak, as everyone else dithered. 'Good afternoon, everyone. I haven't worked with you before but will be doing so from now on. I control my son's controlling shares in Orion.' None of them looked surprised, as Veronica tapped some notes in. 'I have taken an office and look forward to your cooperation. I have also employed a PA.' There was a surprising lack of resistance, although if they were used to William's commands and diktats, then even being told about things in advance would be a welcome change. 'I will probably be making some changes to the company structure.' Ian spoke, his voice quiet and careful. He could be a useful ally - and some of the girls could do with some cock-training. Maybe he deserved an invitation? At least if his loyalty could be ensured. 'I thought that you had separated from Mr Wolff, quite some time ago?' 'Yes, we had parted ways. I was somewhat surprised at this turn of events, but he was sometimes prone to strange choices.' Sandwell chuckled and spoke. 'Which had a somewhat perplexing tendency to pay out! Well, perplexing and profitable. But you run corporate away days, group training, that sort of thing? I hope you won't be trying to force me to endure morning calisthenics?' She made a polite laugh back. 'Not unless you want to. But yes, I run very elite training exercises, for the very best employees and managers. I would give you the advertising spiel, but I'm sure you don't want to hear it. I will take some of our employees through it, though. Once I have assessed them to see who is the best suited to receive and understand it.' Veronica tapped again, before looking at Alexandria, her face carefully neutral. Or perhaps that was her natural expression, or she didn't care? She looked entirely professional, likely to a fault - no wedding or engagement ring, probably married to her job. Attractive though, and she would probably be easy to entice onto a training course. She had a figure that would look good in latex as well, tight and lean. And it would probably do her good to have a few screaming, body-wracking, utterly uninhibited, orgasms, to leave her panting and drained. The rest of the meeting was strangely normal - she had been expecting some resistance or push-back, but they seemed entirely professional, and not particularly grieving. Only Elanor showed any emotion, but it was hard to tell if she was tired from clubbing all night, putting on an act, or disappointed to lose a fuck-buddy (there was no way that William wouldn't have tried to fuck her, and she looked the sort that would have reciprocated, at least a few times). The meeting didn't take long, and most of it was consumed with fairly dull legalities. Elanor and Sandwell both looked bored, Elanor's eyelids fluttering as her head bobbed, and she could barely stay awake. Alexandria felt much the same, but managed to hide it, until they were finally done. They all rose and handshakes were exchanged, before they exited. As he moved towards the door, Alexandria tapped Sandwell on the shoulder. 'Come and see me in my office, there is something we need to discuss.' He looked at her with surprise. 'Oh? I thought you said there wouldn't be mandatory exercise?' 'It is something of a business proposal. To our mutual advantage. This way.' They stepped outside, where the employees did their best to suddenly look busy, likely desperately wanting the board members to leave them alone. Ian and Veronica had attracted a small group of... acolytes? Followers? They must have some competency at their roles, then. The office she had picked was large and well-lit, with big windows overlooking the square outside. It was currently very empty, with nothing but a desk inside - she would have to see if the company owned any artwork she could display. Art that was less bland than that on display in the lobby! The door clicked shut behind them, and she twisted the blinds on the internal windows, so that they couldn't be seen from outside. 'So, what is it you want to discuss? Interested in selling your shares already?' He was sharper than he had been in the meeting, now he was directly involved. 'Of course not. No, something of more personal interest to you. I am aware that you have certain... unusual tastes.' He looked suddenly suspicious, glancing away. 'I have been known to enjoy rare wines.' 'And fine meat, so I'm told. Lovingly bound in rope and well tenderized.' He looked at her again, taking a slow step backwards, towards the door. 'You're William's ex-wife, so I suppose it's not a surprise that you know. But there's no proof.' She smiled at him, and held up her hands, trying to look comforting. 'Oh, if I wanted to blackmail you, I could probably find someone that appeals to your tastes - busty with black hair, if memory serves? Squealers, for preference. But that seems like a lot of additional work. How about, rather than all that, you allow me to supply you. Cut out the middleman, so to speak. And to prevent any danger from anyone else causing problems.' 'What exactly are you offering?' The door opened and Yua stepped inside, wearing a short and smart coat that clung to her body, a leather collar stark around her neck, lock built into the material, just above a large O-ring. As soon as the door shut behind her, she discarded the coat, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a corset and some lace panties beneath. 'I'm sure you could find an opening for her. She's actually a qualified accountant, so you can even put her to work. And it saves me the trouble of having to try and get blackmail evidence on you. This way makes it a lot simpler and you can have fun without having to sneak around. I think you'll find that Yua is very compliant, and well suited to your tastes.' 'That seems a lot more... straightforward than I was expecting. William described you as being rather more underhanded.' Yua pressed up against him, smiling up at him. 'I find it easier to be more direct. It saves a lot of time. If you want to give any advice, then I will listen, but otherwise I can supply you with some meat that you may find pleasurable.' He pushed Yua away and twisted her around, slapping her backside with a loud "crack" and making her squeal. 'Hmm, this one certainly is nice.' 'Something of a quick work, but she should suffice. If you could return her to me when convenient?' He spanked her again, then squeezed her backside, feeling her flesh, before suddenly glancing around suspiciously, looking at the ceiling. 'Is this being recorded?' 'I've only been here a few hours, I've not had time! No, this is a genuine offer. Given your tastes, I could blackmail you, but this is far easier for us both.' He ripped away her panties and tossed them away, Alexandria making a mental note to tidy them up herself - she didn't want any rumors to start, at least not based around her office! At least not until she'd had a chance to try and sway Elanor and Veronica. Sandwell pushed Yua over, so she was on all fours, his hand fumbling his trousers open before feeling between her legs, coming back visibly damp. 'Here? Really?' 'Well, I want to test her out.' Alexandria sighed and averted her eyes - Sandwell wasn't that attractive to start with and puffing and panting as he ground away at Yua did little to help. 'As I take it to mean that you have accepted our agreement, then if you could help me with the others? It seems important that they all agree with my company vision. Elanor and Veronica especially.' 'Elanor's a slippery one.' He was speaking in ragged pants now, balls-deep in a happily squealing Yua. 'And Veronica's a cold one. Pretty sure William had them both, but not for long.' He grabbed at Yua's hair, pulling her head back and making her grunt in pain. 'Veronica's very professional. Bit cold and unfriendly.' His skin was slapping against Yua's backside now, the sound of flesh-on-flesh loud in the mostly empty room. 'Elanor's hard to pin down. Something of a dilettante in such matters. A lot of lovers, but rarely settles down. And likes to dress up as well. Occasionally descends from her lofty position to discuss matters, before leaving for some party. Has links to big money, and isn't exactly poor herself.' He came, his hands tightened on Yua's hips hard enough to indent into the flesh, shooting his load, his face contorting, Alexandria looking away until he had recovered himself somewhat. 'Could do with having her pride broken a little.' Cum was visible, seeping out of Yua's pussy, her thighs wet. She rubbed herself against him, not having come herself, as he zippered his trousers, leaving her disappointed. She looked at Alexandria for permission, then started to touch herself when she nodded, her fingers busy between her thighs. |