e, enslaved

"Excuse me sir, there's a young lady here to see you."

"Thank you, Trish. I forgot to tell you about this appointment I'm giving some career advice to the daughter of an old friend. Go ahead and send her in. And, ah, I don't know how long this interview will take, so why don't you head on out when you've finished the Beech report? Maybe you can avoid the traffic on the way to see your son's school play."

"Yes, Mr. Collingwood. Thank you, I'll do just that."

He strode to the door of his office and swung it open to admit his visitor.

"Hello, Mr. Collingwood. Thank you for meeting with me," the girl said. Her voice was sweet and polite and respectful.

"Certainly. Come on in, Beverly."

He nodded to Trish and shut the door. Discreetly slid the lock shut. That done, he turned to the visitor.

"My, you are just as your stepdaddy described you to me," he said. "And even prettier than all the pictures he's shared."

Bev blushed. She was wearing a soft cashmere sweater that molded over her firm breasts, and a black leather skirt that molded beautifully over the shape of her ass. Her legs were shapely and encased in knee-high wool socks. Her blonde hair was silky smooth and swung over her shoulders.

"Take all your clothes off," he said. Regretfully he added, "I wish we had more time together, but I'm taking my wife to see a movie tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Collingwood. First, um, may I...?" She showed him her phone, blushing. "Daddy likes to see the video, after."

"Heck yes. Set it up how you like."

She tapped the phone some, a red light by the camera went on, and she propped it up on his bookshelf, right between his framed law degree and a golfing trophy.

Then she walked back to the middle of the room, standing in plain view of the camera, and began to strip. His mouth dried as each article of clothing came off and was placed on a chair. She tucked her hair behind her ears and stood there, letting him look at her nudity.

"Well, shit," he said. "This view's better than the pictures, too. Get up on the desk, girl."

Bev positioned herself accordingly. He walked slowly around the desk, viewing her svelte figure, her bare mound and the puffy lips of her sex, her round tits and engorged nipples. 

He reached out as if in a dream, and palmed one of his friend's stepdaughter's naked breasts. She was soft and warm in his hand, the puckered nipple erect.

"These sure are nice tits, Beverly," he commented.

"Thank you, Mr. Collingwood," came her quiet voice.

"Your Daddy said you ought to call me sir, didn't he?"

A pause. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."

"He gonna punish you for that forgetfulness?"

"Yes, sir, probably. Most likely."

"Good. I'll have him tell me about it, after. That the widest you can spread those legs of yours? Somehow I doubt it, a big slut like you."

"I'm sorry, sir. I can spread myself wider for you."

"Do it, slut."

Bev shifted knees apart, widening her space. Revealing her slit. He kept massaging her breasts, enjoying their weight. The yielding give of the flesh as he tightened his grip.

"You like this, slut? You like having a man old enough to be your father pawing at your tits?"

She made a low, wordless sound. He smirked. God it felt good, having this college-aged beauty at his mercy. Lorne hadn't exaggerated a thing. That son of a bitch actually had total power and control over his stepdaughter. He had seen the pictures Lorne posted to his private, password-protected website, but he couldn't believe it. A highlight reel of those photos flashed through his mind. The girl, blindfolded tied to a bed, covered in ropey splatters and globs of cum. Cupping her breasts and holding them up, red welts laid across the tops of them. Her tear-filled eyes, staring out over a black shield gag that muzzled the entire bottom half of her face. Beverly huddled on her hands and knees, cheek touching the floor, and the impressive gape of her stretched sphincter showing a fresh deposit of semen. Lying on her back, plunging a dildo into her sex, wearing a sexy set of nipple clamps that mashed her teats flat. The girl, kneeling between Lorne's feet, with her mouth open and tongue sticking out, showing a copious amount of milky goo there.

Seeing the pictures was different from having her here, following his commands, because Lorne told her to.

He spanked her. A hard crack that sent her tits swinging and made her grunt out a breath of air.

"I asked you a question, Beverly. Do you like having me grope your tits?"

The reply was instant this time. "Yes, sir!" 

He chuckled. "I just bet you do. I can smell your cunt, Beverly. You got really great tits. I'm a tit man. My wife's too sensitive to let me play with her boobs as much as I want, but I can do anything to yours, can't I?"

He gave her a soft open handed slap. She hunched her back at the sharp blow, but then visibly made an effort to relax her body again, to not curl her breasts away from him.

"I asked you a question, Beverly."

"I'm sorry, sir. Yes, you can do anything you want to my tits."

"I'm going to tie them up."

He had prepared for this. It was waiting in his desk drawer, two lengths of a very thin rubber tube. It was fairly elastic and grippy, and he tied one around the base of each of the girl's breasts, making her tits swell up and take on a reddening hue as the blood flow was trapped there. Her eyes were wide as she took in the bulging state of her tits and the obscene way they jutted out from her chest. The tender globes were now taut and throbbing with waves of pain.

"How does that feel, having your slutty tits tied up, Beverly?"

"I..." Her voice was faint. "It's uncomfortable and it's starting to hurt a bit, sir."

"Good. Lie down on your back."

When she was in position, he unzipped his pants and climbed onto desk, straddling her beautiful body. He stretched himself out on top of her, making her moan and her head thrash as his weight crushed her bound tits.

"Oh god," she panted. "Ohhhh god..."

He sighed with pleasure at the exquisite feel of her. He groped her prominent breasts. He slid down and sucked her erect nipples into his mouth. He closed his teeth very carefully down on each tender bud until she was whimpering and shaking.

She was pressing her fingers hard into the surface of the desk. Fuck, she was such a good slut. Lorne had trained her well; she kept her hands well out of way of his play. He rubbed his cock against her slippery sex, groaning with appreciation to find her soaked. Lorne hadn't lied. His stepdaughter was a slut.

"Your Daddy says you're a real good baby slut for him, isn't that right?"

She nodded her head dreamily. "Yes, sir. Daddy is so good about helping me be a good baby slut for him. It's why he's got to be so strict with me."

He penetrated her with slow thrusts, making sure to press her suffering tits against his chest. He braced himself with one hand and grabbed an engorged tit with the other, squeezing it painfully as the girl writhed frantically under him, her inner muscles milking his dick.

"I'm not gonna untie you after we're done fucking," he growled. "I'll send you home to Lorne just like this...let your Daddy get a load of how I like to handle you, and keep you thinking of me all the way home."