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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 8 (FD CB Mast Magic)
Date: Fri,  5 Jan 2001 00:10:06 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 8.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic


I stood in front of Sandra's desk, trying to appear relaxed and nonchalant. 
"How long do you think this project will take to complete?"

Sandra looked up, leaned back in her chair, rested her hands behind her head 
and crossed her legs. She was wearing a short skirt as usual with tan hose 
and I had to stop myself from inadvertently licking my lips as I watched her 
legs move. "We've done the work breakdown," she said, "and we know what has 
to be done. If I had to guess, I say about six weeks."

Six weeks! No, my mind screamed, not six weeks! "Oh, I see," I said 
crestfallen and started to walk away.

"What's up?" she called after me. "Got some other plans?"

"No, no," I said as I sat. "I thought it would be excellent if we managed to 
complete it earlier than expected. Perhaps even set a new company record."

Sandra sat forward. "Hey, man, you're right. But we have to do a great job."

"Oh, of course. I agree."

 From that moment on, I worked like there was no tomorrow, cramming each 
minute of the day and night with work that pushed the project forward. The 
only time I had off the project was when I slept or went to the bathroom.

One morning, Sandra showed Thelma and Rebecca some work I'd completed 
overnight that shaved another day of the project and Thelma looked at me 
curiously. "Jeez, man," she exclaimed. "Get a life!"
That's exactly what I'm attempting to do, I thought, resisting the urge to 
scratch my crotch.

The mobile phone didn't ring for the next two weeks as I slaved over the 
project. It helped take my mind of the seething sexual frustration that 
plagued me. Sandra, Thelma and Rebecca relentlessly teased me simply by 
their presence. Their legs, a small gap in their skirts, their perfume or a 
tight blouse brought excruciating pain to my genitals. I suspected I knew 
why Ms Duivel had selected those three for the project team.

Finally, it was over and I slumped over my desk as the girls made plans to 
celebrate. They were annoyed when I declined to accompany them but I knew 
the combination of those women, a few drinks and dancing would be painful to 
by cock.

Instead, I collapsed into my bed and slept the night away, dreaming of 
sexual freedom.

As usual, I was at my desk early, drinking coffee and tapping at my keyboard 
when Thelma arrived. "Don't you ever sleep?" she snapped, dropping her 
handbag on her desk.

"Not that well," I admitted.

She snapped the lid of her take away coffee cup and moved close to my desk. 
The fawn skirt and white blouse she was wearing accentuated her dark skin. 
"What keeps you awake at night, man," she grinned. "The girlfriend?"

"No," I said, staring at my computer screen and attempting to ignore how 
close she was.

"The boyfriend?" she said in dismay. "Are you gay?"

"Of course not!" I defended.

"No? How come you've never made a pass at Rebecca and me? Don't you find us 
attractive?" she pouted and I gulped as my cock ached.

"Of course," I croaked. "You're both very attractive. I just didn't think it 
was appropriate to date coworkers," I finished lamely and she perched on the 
edge of my desk, her long dark leg flashing in my vision while her perfume 
washed over me.

"Oh, it's appropriate," she mocked. "You just gotta ask, man."

I licked my dry lips, trying to think of something to say when the phone 
rang. "Hello?" I answered softly.

"Hi there, Christopher. Nicole here. You got some time for Ms Duivel today?"

"Of course I have," I rushed, watching Thelma leave from the corner of my 
eye. "When?"

"How does three sound?"

"Wonderful."

"If you say so. See you then. Have a nice day."

As I replaced the phone, I wondered where I could go to seek refuge from the 
constant unconscious teasing of my female colleagues. As the others arrived, 
I made my decision. "I'm spending the morning in the research library," I 
announced as I gathered my things.

"Doesn't that guy ever relax?" snapped Rebecca as I pushed past them.

I was outside Lucy Duivel's office well before three. "You're eager," Nicole 
said as I appeared in front of her desk. The minutes seemed to drag but, 
finally, the door opened and she stood there in all her wonderful glory. So 
striking in a midnight blue suit, dark hose and a cream blouse. "Come in, 
Christopher," she said, smiling and I eagerly hurried past her into the 
office. "Sit down," and I sat on the sofa while she sat opposite me again. 
Hungrily, I watched as she crossed her legs, my cock yearning in its metal 
prison. Was that a glimpse of thigh?

"I hear you do good work."

"Thank you, Ms Duivel," I said, tearing my eyes from her legs to her smiling 
face.

"You find my legs so fascinating?" she teased and I blushed.

"It's just that it's been......"

"It's been a while, hasn't it, kid," she finished, uncrossing her legs and 
letting them drift apart a little. My mouth was dry and my throbbing cock 
ached as I stared into that dark space between her legs. Abruptly, she 
closed her legs. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Please Ms Duivel," I said brokenly. "I can't go on like this. I need this 
device," I said gesturing at my groin, "removed so I can get some relief. 
The last three weeks have been torture."

"I feel for you," she said coldly. Ms Duivel suddenly smiled and sat back. 
"I've got a deal for you. Are you listening or are you just going to sit 
there staring at my legs?"

"I'm sorry, Ms Duivel. I'm listening."

"Option one. I take that thing off and you get to blow your wad as often as 
you like but, no more promotions. Option two, you leave it on and you get 
another promotion." She smiled cruelly at me as my mouth fell open.

"Ms Duivel," I protested.

"Or, because I'm a kind hearted bitch, you can have option three."

"Which is?" I asked warily.

"I take it off, you get blown and I put it back on for as long as the next 
deal. But," she emphasised, "you get a promotion. A smaller promotion than 
option two but a promotion all the same. What do you say, kid?"

"I don't know," I stammered.

"Best of both worlds. You get to cum and you keep moving up the corporate 
ladder. Sounds a good deal to me." She stretched and stood, moving to stand 
by her large desk. "Make up your mind. Which option?"

I thought quickly. Three weeks had been manageable and I did want to keep 
moving up but the photos! "What about those photos?"

A thin cruel smile appeared on her face. "Hey, I forgot. They're part of 
option one. Chose option one and I post them on the web and to every woman 
in the business. My mind must be going, how could I forget that?" she added 
dramatically and I felt sick to my stomach.

I had no choice. "Option three," I said softly, head bowed.

"Speak up."

"Option three," I repeated.

"Which is?"

"I get to cum, you put it back on and I get another promotion. And the 
photos stay secret," I added quickly.

"Kid," she grinned. "You're learning. We got ourselves another deal."

I looked up hopefully. "When do we, you know...."

A small cold laugh. "This evening." She tossed a hotel key to me and I 
caught it with a clatter. "Be in that room at six thirty and wait for me in 
the usual manner."

Shakily, I stood and walked out the door.
End Part 8



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