Inspired by Cameron Diaz in the Charlie's Angels movie.  -- J.W. 



                    ANGEL ON THE BLOCK 

                            by 

                       Joe Whatever




"So you see, Mr. Bosley, after only four days of slave training, 
Natalie will be ready to infiltrate the harem.  If you'll excuse 
me, I need to make a phone call, but please free feel...uh...I 
mean, feel free...to inspect the merchandise."

Bosley looked through the glass window of the inspection room and 
gazed at the stunning blonde.  Natalie was bent over, locked in 
the pillory, and blindfolded.

But, best of all, the luscious Angel was completely nude.

Although the view itself exceeded his wildest fantasies, Bosley 
knew that this opportunity was too good to miss.  The blindfolded 
operative would never know who had touched her....

And, besides, he rationalized, as the boss it was his job to check 
the mission's equipment.  Natalie's luscious, curvaceous ass would 
soon be on the block.  And it was his duty to inspect the 
merchandise....

The slave trader had suggested a private sale, but Bosley had 
insisted on selling Natalie at the large public slave market 
in the center of the city.  He was absolutely thrilled at the 
thought of the proud little vixen being put through her paces 
butt naked on the block.

Perhaps the crack of the whip and the humiliation of a public 
auction would teach her to turn in her expense report on time.  
Although he was nominally "in charge," Natalie and the other 
Angels had openly flaunted his authority for years.  He smiled.  
Now the sassy "Jeopardy!" champion was just another blonde bimbo 
headed for the block.

Bosley quietly opened the door and approached the bent-over blonde. 
She flinched when she felt a hand begin to run slowly over the soft 
curve of her bottom.  But she didn't speak until the hand began to 
work its curious fingers between her tightly clenched thighs....

"No...please," she whimpered.  "Don't touch me there.  It's 
so...humiliating!"

Bosley grimaced, thinking, "No more humiliating than being treated 
like a eunuch office boy."   He picked up the cane leaning in a 
corner.

Her body tensed as he loudly SWISHED! the cane through the air.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, widely spreading her legs.  "Please, 
master...not the cane!  Please touch me, master!  I'm wet for 
you!"

The ever-thorough office manager inspected the squirming, 
humiliated merchandise inside and out.  Natalie was in 
fact soaking wet, and she moaned and squirmed helplessly 
under Bosley's caresses.

But then the prying fingers stopped.  A few moments later, she 
felt a large fleshy knob brush first against her nose and then 
against her lips.

She turned her head away in disgust, but Bosley was no longer in 
the mood to pamper his spoiled employee....

Natalie's body tensed as she felt the wicked cane tap gently 
against her bottom.

SWISH!

"Please, master!  I'll swallow every drop!" she cried out as the 
cane burned across her backside.

SWISH!

"Please let me suck you!  My tongue is like velvet!"

SWISH!

Bosley smiled.  He didn't have to say a word to show Natalie who 
was boss.



Edited by C. Lakewood


