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By Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)


Darla was happy with her new job. The pay was good and the hours were okay. Mr. Johnson seemed nice and was helpful in explaining her various job tasks as his secretary. Her reception desk had everything she needed and the work as not difficult. She enjoyed the quite atmosphere and the soft music that was always playing in the background. Mr. Johnson's clients were normally nice and were mostly friendly. She felt she was lucky to have such a position. As Darla sat back in her chair what she did not know were the strange adventures that were on her horizon.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson," Darla said as he entered the office.

"Morning Darla," he replied. "I need you to get the Alfred file for me," he said and went into this office shutting the door.

"Ok," she said as she went to the files. As she pulled the file out some of the contents fell on the floor. She could not help noticing a few pictures that were in the file. They were not the normal pictures of Mr. Johnson's surveillances, they were pictures of various girls and these girls were either partially clothed or naked. Some of them were tied up in some very strange ways.

Darla had been working for Mr. Johnson for about 6 months. He was in the private investigation work and she had been very carefully instructed on the need for total confidentiality on everything. In fact she had been instructed to never look at a file unless given specific permission. It had only been in the last month that she had direct access to the file cabinets. As she carefully gathered up the papers and pictures from the file she wondered what else were in these files.

"Darla, you have those files yet?" Mr. Johnson said from his office.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Darla replied as she regained her composure. As she took the folder and laid it on her desk she wondered, "Did he look at me strange or is that just my imagination?"

Darla had just moved into her own apartment after spending her early life with her parents. She was an attractive girl with dark brown hair. Darla had done well in school but elected to seek employment rather than go to college. She was rather shy and did not have many friends. At this time in her life she was not interested in romantic involvement. She was involved in high school with a boyfriend and did not like the way it ended.

The pictures in the Alfred files continued to be on Darla's mind as the morning progressed. She wondered what would Mr. Johnson be doing with case containing naked people tied up. She had not gotten a very good look at these pictures and wanted to examine them more closely. It was not until mid-afternoon she got the chance.

"Darla, I will be out for a while. If anyone phones tell them I will be back around four. If it is really important you can get me on my cell phone," Mr. Johnson said as he walked out of his office.

"Okay, see you later," Darla replied. Mr. Johnson often left Darla while he took care of business. A few times she did not see him for several days. He would always phone her and let her know what he needed her to do.

After he had left Darla looked into his office and saw that he had put the Alfred file in a pile on the side of his desk. She slipped into to his office and removed the file. She opened it and removed the package of pictures. The first picture was of a young lady naked. She was standing with her arms tied above her head. Her legs were spread and upon closer examination Darla could see the lady's legs were also tied pulling them apart.

The next few pictures were mostly the same. As she was examining the next group she had a sudden realization. The girl in the picture was not just any girl, the girl was her.

"What?" she gasped. She examined the picture very closely. The girl looked exactly like her. It was she.

"Oh my God," Darla thought as she saw the clamps on her nipples pulling her breasts straight out. "This just can't be," she said. She examined the picture and the girl's body looked remarkably like her own. It was she. The next picture showed Darla sitting with her hand tied behind her and her legs spread and tied. There were clamps on her nipples with string tied to them and someone was pulling on them. Darla suddenly remembered last week she awakened one morning and noticed tenderness in her nipples. "Now I know why," she said to herself.

"How can he do this to me and I don't even remember?" Darla was very upset since she had never even had sex. In these picture though she looked like a whore. What was worse she looked like a whore who really liked what she was doing.

"I can't even report this to the police. It looks too much like I liked it," Darla thought. Darla was convinced that Mr. Johnson was somehow manipulating and then erasing her memories of the events. Darla became even more confused by the excitement she was suddenly feeling from looking at these pictures. She began to feel dampness between her legs. She has felt a tingle of excitement as her nipples pressed against her bra. Darla did not even masturbate on a regular basis so sex was never much of an issue for her. Now she found herself being turned on by pictures of herself being abused.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with me?" Darla thought as she looked closely at picture after picture. She could not believe the effect the pictures were having on her. She could feel the dampness leaking out of her. Her nipples were now hard as nails as they pressed against her bra demanding release. Darla tried to put the pictures down but her eyes were glued to them. She could only stare at them and this only served to increase her sexual stimulation.

Darla felt her hand moved down her body but she had no will stronger enough to stop it. She could not believe her actions when she began to rub the thin fabric of her pants and panties as she pressed against her pussy. She could feel her clit button protruding like a bud ready to ripen and bore forth its fruit.

"Mmmmmmm," the orgasm suddenly hit her like a large brick. Darla began to cum standing right next to Mr. Johnson's desk.

"Ohhhh my Gooooooood!" she cried as her hand viciously attacked her pussy. She slipped her hand under her pants and panties as she fingered herself to several very intense orgasms. She slowly collapsed to the floor in a flood of intense orgasmic pleasure.

Darla slowly came back to her sense. She was lying on the floor with her hand in her panties with her finger still inserted into her vagina.

"What is happening to me?" she asked herself as she began to put herself back together. She gathered up the various pictures of herself and even as she glanced at them she felt passion building again. She quickly looked away and put the file back in its proper placed on Mr. Johnson's desk.

As Darla sat at her desk pondering her situation the phone ranged.

"Darla, this Johnson."

Darla was startled by his calm voice. She composed herself and replied, "Yes, Mr. Johnson."

"I am going to be detained longer than I thought so you go ahead and lock up the office at 5:00. If anyone really needs me you can get me on the cell phone. Okay?" he instructed.

"Sure, Mr. Johnson I will take care of it." Darla gave a sigh of relief as she hung up the phone. She was glad she would not have seen him again today.

Darla did not know what she was going to do. She had no one she could tell about her situation because the only evidence she had indicated she was a willing participant. She could not confront Mr. Johnson since who knows what he would do. He was already doing a lot. Darla was now very afraid of him. She did not want to suddenly quit before she knew how he was able to control her and what she could do to stop him.

Later that night as Darla came out of the shower she continued to think about what was happening to her. As she dried off she reached up and squeezed one of her nipples. A shot of pleasure ran up her spine.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed at her body's reaction. "This is not me!"

But she then squeezed her other nipple and again a flood of pleasurable sensations flowed up and down her body. She could not believe the sensations she was feeling. Even though a large part of mind was still in deep confusion and distress another part of her mind was thrilled with the new pleasure she had discovered.

"Oh it feels so good," Darla gasped as she watched herself in the bathroom mirror. Each hand was pinching a nipple. She was making some gasps as a flood of sensations rippled through her nervous system.

On the counter Darla noticed some hairpins. She took one opening it enough to enclose her nipple and felt and intense rush. She placed another on the other nipple and was in heaven.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself but could not bring herself to stop. It felt too good.

Darla walked across the bathroom to her bedroom with the pin pinching her nipples. Every step brought twinges of pain and pleasure as her 34 C breasts jiggled jarring her nipples trapped between the metal of the bobby pins. She purposely jumped a little and felt the thrill as her breasts responded bouncing up and down jerking the now very sensitive nipples.

Darla fell on the bed and her hand immediately traveled down her body. Here she again found a wet playground of delight. Her clit screamed for release and at this point there was no stopping Darla. Her fingers found her clit and as she massaged her pussy she went into orbit.

"Oh Goooooood!" she screamed as she had her second major orgasm in the same day. It seemed to last forever and even as it subsided she still felt the wonderful pinch on her nipples. She finally gathered the will to reluctantly remove the pins from her nipples.

"What is happening to me?" she thought as she slipped into a troubled sleep. Darla had troubled sleep that ran from having a romantic encounter with a mystery male to having Mr. Johnson spank her.

Darla dreaded the next day. As she got ready for work she wondered how would she act when she talked to Mr. Johnson. She thought about calling in sick but decided the best thing was just to make do.

"Hi, Darla," Mr. Johnson said as she entered the office.

"Morning, Mr. Johnson," Darla said in a timid voice attempting to act as natural as she could. It appeared to work.

"Get me the Jackson file," Mr. Johnson said and walked into his office.

Darla looked up the file and could not help quickly glancing into the file. She saw an envelope that appeared to contain pictures. She did not have time to open them but had a great desire that this envelope contained more pictures. She had to see what was in the envelope. She would wait for her opportunity.

What Darla did not know was that Mr. Johnson was totally aware of everything Darla did in the office. He had a nice video of her masturbating in his office. He also knew what she had found and was expecting to find numerous files he purposely placed. Mr. Johnson knew exactly what he was doing.

"I've got to go out for the afternoon. I will be going out of town so you can again watch the office for me and then lock up," Mr. Johnson said as he prepared to leave.

"Sure thing," Darla said thinking now she would have a bit of time to do some investigating herself.

Darla gave Mr. Johnson plenty of time to leave. She even went out and took a look to make sure his car was gone.

"Let me have a look at things," she thought to herself feeling very much in control of a strange situation.

Darla was not prepared her reactions.

She again slipped into Mr. Johnson's office. The Jackson file was lying on his desk with the folder full of 8X10 pictures lying on top partially opened. Darla picked them up. She pulled out the pictures and found again various individuals engaged in sexual acts. These acts included all variations of oral sex, anal sex, and even some strange regular sexual positions. There was one woman licking another woman's pussy while a man pushed his dick into the licker's ass. Another picture had two men on one woman with each forcing their cocks into both her ass and her pussy. Darla had never seen such acts.

It was only when she noticed that one of the participants, a woman in the corner with her hands tied above her head while a man licked her pussy, look familiar. It then dawned on Darla that she was the girl. As soon as Darla became aware of her own face in the picture she immediately felt tremendous sexual excitement.

"Oh my God No!" she said aloud. "This is not me. This does not turn me on!" Yet even as she cried out she felt her nipples harden like stone and her clitoris awaken demanding her immediate attention. Darla did not want her hand to move down her body but she could not stop it.

"Oh it feels so good but it is not right!" she cried as both hands pushed her pants down to below her knees leaving her neatly trimmed pussy totally exposed in Mr. Johnson's office. She knelt over his desk savoring the pictures of bizarre sexual depravity. She saw herself as she knelt before a man in total submission. She looked as if she worshipped this man who had just deposited his cum all over her face. She had a wonderful blissful smile and looked as if she was in heaven.

This was too much. It pushed Darla over edge.

"Oh, Goooood!" she cried as her hand massaged her clit to a very intense orgasm. It lasted longer this time and she almost passed out. She never knew she had such an animalistic libido. As the passion slowly diminished she lay exhausted on the floor. She slowly arose and feared that looking at the pictures again might throw her into another fit of unholy passion. Even as she put the pictures back in their folder she felt her clit and nipples rise to attention as she glanced only briefly at a picture of her sucking on another woman's pussy. She quickly put the file away and return to her own office grateful there was no one to see her.