The Billionaire’s proposal

Megan sat on the plush chair, her index finger tapping the soft armrest while the other hand holding a stack of documents. Her eyes scanned the dossier and when she finished, her face grimmaced.

“I’m sorry, i thought u are hiring?” She asked with an open mind. “I don’t… i mean the job description is a bit wrong, don’t u think?”

“What’s wrong with it?” The woman in her thirtiesasked politely.

“For starters, you are looking for a business and marketing manager, i really don’t think ‘your employer has full access to your body during the term of employment’ should be part of the job scope.” Megan threw then pages onto the coffee table in front of her.

“Whatever written there is necessary. We are not here to deceive you. Our employer is a very lewd man. That i’m sure you know. And he desires women’s body like a fish desires water. That’s why we listed all possible contingency. Should you think it is inappropriate, you can reject this offer.” Said the woman.

“Ms Ashe, is it?”

“Call me Sandra.”

“Okay, Sandra. What you are proposing is no different from prostitution.” Megan emphasized as she tapped on the dossier.

“You can put it that way, Megan.”

“And must i shave my vagina during my employment here?”

“Yes. It is paramount that your vagina is bare. Your are to attend the company’s panel hospital to have your pubic hair permanently removed. Failure to do so would result in termination from your position…”

Megan sensed that there was more and urged her interviewer to carry on.

“Or to submit yourself to punishment dispensed by Mr. himself. As do any disobedience during your employment, either from failing to meet deadline to breaking the rules Mr T imposed on you. You will always have the choice to quit or to be punished.”

“What sort of punishment?” Megan crossed her legs now, pressing her thighs together.

“I do not know. It is entirely at Mr T’s discretion.”

“You must have seen some of his methods from having to work so long with him. Couldn’t you give me an example so that i can see more clearly what i’m walking into.”

“Fair enough. You saw the receptionist on your way in, did you not?”

Megan nodded.

“Yesterday, she mistakenly sent someone up without checking the appointment schedule. She made the guest wait for an hour.”

“And her punishment?” Megan began to lean towards Sandra.

“To put an egg vibrator inside her vagina during the working hours for a week.”

Megan pressed her hand on her mouth, trying to silence a vulgarity that almost escaped her throat. That explained the blush, Megan thought.

“And she is not to touch herself for the whole week. The vibrator is only strong enough to keep her on the edge, but not to bring her over.”

Megan tightened her fist. It was cruel. It was merciless. Yet, her nether region reacted lewdly to the information. Some part of her wanted to be the with the vibrator inside her vagina.

“Have you been punished?” Megan asked shyly.

“Yes. Quite severely. I was strapped to a chair for 5hours with a dildo mounted to an electric engine penetrating both my anus and vagina. I couldn’t walk the next day and took a medical leave.” She said, seemingly unfazed by the shame of her punishment.

“Is it worth it?” Megan pried further.

“Yes. All of Mr. T’s girls earn 6 digit salary a year. The receptionist earns 250k. So i guess it’s worth it.”

“From the dossier, u are offering me a 400k salary a year, am i right?”

“Yes, you are. You are also given a house where you must stay during your employment and a car to commune around. Your medical expenses will also be covered.”

“I’m to know that the house is monitor?”

“Yes. 24 hour surveillance and only Mr T has access to those feeds.”

“And i’m to wear nothing while inside the house, am i right?”

“That is correct.”

Megan instantly visuallizing herself doing yoga at the living room wearing nothing. She slapped the thought done and wished she had taken up cycling as her past time activity.

“You do need to exercise. There’s a gym in the house where you must use at least twice a week.” Sandra informed.

“And i’m to be naked in the gym as well?”

“That is correct.”

Damn it. She cursed under her breath.

“And what does ‘allow to be impregnated’ means?” Megan asked, knowing fully what it meant.

“Mr T will choose a day in which he will require you to stop taking contraceptive medication. When you are your most fertile period, he will impregnate you. Should you choose to give birth, you will be given a stipend of 5 million dollars for you to raise the child. But you must quit your job. ”

“If i opt for abortion?”

“You will be punished. And you will be impregnated again next year. Mr T will have impregnation session every year.”

Megan did a simple math quickly. Sandra has been working for 4years if she hadn’t read her performance chart wrongly just a moment ago.

“Yes, Megan. I have abortion for 4 times. I think this year will be my last. I’m going to give birth to his child. That’s why i’m offering you my position. You are going to replace me soon.”

And be his fuck toy as well. Megan blushed at the thought.

“One more question, how many girls are there?”

“If you join in, it will be 5.”

Megan looked at the dossier as she contemplated the pros and cons. In 5 years, she’d be a millionaire and she could do whatever she wanted. But the price she must pay is her body. Realizing that the offer is ridiculous to reject, Megan took a deep breath and signed the papers.

“Congratulations. Welcome aboard.” Sandra held her hand out and Megan shook it. Before Megan could stand up and leave, Sandra took out a brown folder from her Braun B. Suitcase.

“What’s that?”

“Your first assignment.” Sandra said with a straight face.

Megan shuddered as excitement filled her body. After listening the punishments Sandra and the receptionist experienced, Megan began to crosscheck with every possible scenarios in her mind. Will he whip her? Will he fuck her real hard tonight? The unknown excited the burning hell out of her.

Megan tookthe folder and opened it. Inside was a card from Mr T, congratulating her for joining and another piece of paper.

She read the paper scrutinizingly, analyzing word after word. And then, she grimmaced. She read again, hoping to read wrongly. She then turned to Sandra.

“I don’t understand…” her words trailed off when she saw the 9 inch strapon Sandra revealed under her pencil skirt.

“You just need to relax, kitty cat, I’m going to give you the best orgasm in your life.”

Two large men walked in and began apprehending Megan. One of them hold her hands and pulled them to the back of then plush chair where he shackled them with a chain welded surreptitiously to the back of the chair. Megan screamed while the other one pulled her legs apart and shackled them to the armrest. With her legs parted precariouly and her arms pulled back behind, the two men left the poor girl to Sandra.

“Now, which hole should i go first?” Sandra mocked while rubbing a healthy amount of lubricant in her giant dildo.

‘You are now the property ofSandra Miles until further notice. You will do whatever she says. This is your probabtion. Should you choose to quit, you will not be compensated. Needless to say, anything done to you by Ms. Miles during your probation period will not be supervised by me. She has full authority to use you.’

Megan looked at Sandra’s huge strapon, trembling in fear and excitement, before exhaling a shaky breath. She wasn’t sure which was greater.

“If you quit now, i can still let you go.”

“I’m…not quitting.”

“Good girl.” Sandra smiled. With Megan wearing a dress with short hem, Sandra had no trouble accessing her sex holes. She shifted Megan’s panties aside and her very wet very swollen pussy quickly greeted by the tip of the strap on.

“You sure?” Sandra asked again.

Megan stared at the large dildo. Her hole was obviously too small to accommodate the plastic phalus. With the plastic cock wedged between her wet pussy, Megan could finally know what a large cock really looked like. Her lips couldn’t even wrap around the tip.

Her hesitation soon vanished when the huge rod disappeared inside her. She arched her back as hard as Sandra rammed her.

“Welcome to our world.” Sandra hissed before fastening a gag around Megan’s mouth.

The door opened and 3 more women, all wearing strapon as thick as Sandra’s walked in.

“We are going to give your pussy a welcoming party.” She added sardinically.

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About robsam1991

Even though my stories depicts rapes and violence on women(mostly), i never once condone the action. Not even the slightest. In fact, i despise men who rape women. I never agreed on that women who wear provocative clothing were to be blame on for the rape; though they should take precautions when necessary to avoid risk. As a man, i think it's our responsibility to control ourselves and never let our urge out on innocent people. If you feel like raping someone, then treat a girl nicely so that she would opt for a role play where you can play out a 'rape' on her satisfyingly. Please use safe word.
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