Indoctrination - Chapter 28
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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 29: Chairwoman of The Board
Truscott Marketing and Public Relations was an unrenowned company located on the 28th floor of a nondescript building in Manhattan. There were no clients, no vendors, and very few visitors even stepped off the elevator at this level. Every office was kept locked overnight, and after hours the cleaning people were instructed to cover only the common areas. The reason for this obscurity and secrecy was that Truscott, from the beginning, had been set up as a front company for The Organization. It was here where the Board of Directors held their meetings and made decisions that affected most of the operations all around the globe.
Raven stood alone in the elevator, the clicks of the flashing numbers above the door marking his upward progress to floor 28. When the doors opened, Jillian Rideout was waiting for him. A thin, bookish-looking woman, she was dressed very conservatively in a gray skirt and blazer. An armed security guard stood next to her, and his appearance seemed to clash with the professional look of his companion. He had a husky build, stone face, and a prizefighter’s broken nose.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” Jillian smiled warmly. “Ms. Ingram would like to meet with you in her office. This way please.”
Raven nodded and followed her down the long, dim corridor with the guard close behind. They approached a pair of double doors at the end, and the guard seemed to melt away into the shadows as the girl’s hand touched the doorknob. When the doors opened, light spilled out from the large reception area.
“Please have a seat, and I’ll let her know you’re here. Coffee?”
Raven politely said ‘no’ and remained standing, glancing at his watch impatiently. The board meeting had been scheduled to begin in ten minutes, but the entire floor was strangely quiet with no sign of any members. Glancing around the room, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by something he saw through the open double doors to an a-joining office.
The room was bare with little furniture to speak of, only a wheel and pulley assembly that had been set up on the carpeted floor. The chain ran up to the ceiling and down again in front of a large window that spanned the opposite wall. On the other end of the chain, a naked man hung, spread-eagled and upside down with the front of his body almost touching the glass.
Raven couldn’t help but smile and immediately knew who put him there. Katherine Ingram may have been the head of the board, but she was also once a mistress, one of the best in his opinion, and it was good to see that she hadn’t lost her passion for games.
The slave’s ankles were cuffed to the ends of a long spreader bar fastened to the chain, his wrists chained to the floor so that his powerful limbs formed the shape of an X. Beyond the window, the entire city of Manhattan was laid out like a tapestry, with the traffic mayhem crawling every direction 28 floors below, and the sun gleaming like a fiery ball down through the heated glass, and on him.
Even from where he stood, Raven’s keen eyes could see from the reflection in the window that the slave was sporting an impressive hard-on. From there, he saw the wires trailing down to a black box. The device was called a Stimulator – a favorite among members of The Organization for male torture. Two copper rings, one for the testicles and one for the penis, served as conductors that allowed the electrical currents to pass into the body. Controls on the box could be adjusted to inflict the most excruciating pain imaginable or, as in this case, dialed down to induce and maintain an erection for long periods of time.
Kate always came up with the most exquisite forms of restraint. Like Raven, she was a lifestyle Dom. She was resolute, intelligent, ambitious, and there were few men in the world to which she would submit or subordinate herself. Her qualities were impressive enough to attract the attention of The Board and appoint her, at the age of 35, to the most powerful position within The Organization.
If Katherine had any fault though, it is her over-optimism and over-confidence. She wasn’t greedy like the others, but she believed that the people around her were better and more rational than they really were, and that she could accomplish more than any one person possibly could achieve.
A soft groan drew Raven’s attention back to the inverted body hanging in front the window. He had no sexual proclivities for men, but nonetheless, was impressed with the scene. The slave had a magnificent physique – well-muscled, well-tanned with no hair on the body but the scalp -- just how Kate liked them. He moaned again and pulled helplessly against the chains, the tight muscles in his back, limbs and glutes clenched and quivered. Sweat glistened off his smooth skin as the glaring sun bore down on him through the pane of glass. The strain of being suspended was finally taking effect, or perhaps it was the constant flow of low-voltage electricity feeding into his genitals, forcing his cock to remain stiff and throb with no hope of relief.
“Ms. Ingram will see you now,” Jillian Rideout announced, and with some disappointment, Raven turned from the window and followed her back into the office.
Katherine Ingram stood up from behind her desk and walked around to greet Raven as he entered. She wore a tight gray skirt of an office suit and a blouse of transparent white cloth tailored like a man’s shirt. The blouse flared out above her waistline, stressing the trim flatness of her hips, and as she moved in front the large window behind her desk, Raven could see the slender silhouette of her body with the flaring circle of the blouse.
“Good to see you, Raven,” she said smiling. “Forgive me for keeping you waiting. Please sit down.”
“Was the meeting canceled?”
Katherine paused a moment, then smiled before taking her seat, “Yes, at the last minute. I’m sorry you had to make this drive up for nothing.”
“That’s quite all right, I like New York,” he lied. “So what happened?”
“The Board felt this situation wasn’t urgent enough to hold a formal meeting.
“Not urgent enough?”
“That’s right. I did hold a conference call with the executive directors this morning. We discussed your report and your concerns about any possible breeches in security.”
Raven immediately knew what was coming.
“We concluded that every effort must be made to find those two missing men, but to resume all operations as soon as possible. The rest of the members and shareholders are being notified of our decision.”
“And what about the feds?”
“You said they were only after the third man . . .” she paused a moment to put on her glasses and read the report, “Marco Sanchez . . . and that he was eliminated, correct?”
“That’s what Jason told me over the phone, but unless HE comes in, we can’t confirm this.”
“And now he and his partner are also in hiding.”
“That’s right, at least Jason is. I haven’t heard from Dave Roberts yet, but I think it’s safe to assume he’s not coming in either. I guess they thought they would be the next to go and I can’t blame them. That’s why we need to shut down all operations until these men are brought in and questioned. Maybe then, we’ll know how much more the feds have uncovered, if anything.”
“I understand you’re concern, Raven, but the shareholders have been all over my ass over this.”
“And it’s such a pretty ass,” Raven couldn’t resist the remark.
“Amusing, but let’s be serious. Every day we don’t do business is another day we lose money.”
“If the FBI finds out, we’ll lose a lot more than that.”
“The Board doesn’t think so. They believe this man, Marco, was the only lead they had, and now he’s gone. Problem solved.”
“And you agree with them?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh, come on, Kate,” Raven leaned forward in his chair. “Just what the hell do they know about operations. They’re businessmen, an entirely different breed than you and I. There’s no discretion, no code of conduct. Most of them have never trained or even owned a slave. All they care about is profit, and in the end, their greed is going to sink this whole organization.”
Katherine got up and slowly circled around the desk, her mind deep in thought. Raven watched as she moved. She was intense, like any powerhouse businesswoman, and not attractive in a conventional way, but in a unique and unusually striking way. Her face was made of angular planes, the shape of her mouth, clear-cut, a sensual mouth, held closed with inflexible precision. Her sandy blonde hair was tied neatly and professionally behind her head, but with strands falling across both sides of her face. He always found that detail very appealing in women.
She leaned against the edge of the desk only a few feet from Raven. Her legs, sculptured by the tight sheen of the stockings, the long lines running straight down behind, past the back of each knee to a high-heeled pump, had a feminine elegance that seemed oddly incongruous with the rest of her.
“So tell me about these other two men,” she took off her glasses. “What do you think they’ll do?”
“Both of them have been very loyal to The Organization. Jason Clark is more independent and he despises authority, but I also know he hates the FBI more than anything. Wherever he’s disappeared to, I think he’ll stay there as long as we leave him alone. Dave on the other hand, might get tired of hiding and more inclined to come out and strike a deal with the Feds. He is the one I’m worried about.”
“Good assessment,” Katherine nodded with approval, “but I always thought it would be Jason, for the same reasons you just stated.”
“In the end, going the FBI would be the smart move, and Dave was always smarter.”
“We’ll certainly take that under advisement.”
Katherine suddenly stood up from the desk, signaling that the meeting was over. As they left her office, she grabbed a long wooden paddle from a hanger near the door. The naked man was still suspended in the window; his cock still bobbing away, only now, streams of dried cum covered the glass in front.
“One of my assistants,” Katherine smiled, “only he’s been a very bad boy.”
Raven grinned back knowingly, “One of the hazards of his job, I guess.”
She thrust out her hand to shake his, “Again, I apologize for the trip you had to make, and I wouldn’t worry about those two men. We’ll handle it. Just let me know if they contact you again.”
“I will.”
“Ms. Rideout will show you out.”
“No need. I know the way.”
After Raven turned for the elevators, he glanced past his shoulder one last time and noticed that Katherine had not gone back into her office, but to the other room where the slave was waiting, the paddle still in her hand. When she closed the door behind her, Raven smiled again before continuing down the hall.
By the time he reached the elevators, the grin had gone away as his thoughts turned to the conversation they just had.
(continued)
WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 29: Chairwoman of The Board
Truscott Marketing and Public Relations was an unrenowned company located on the 28th floor of a nondescript building in Manhattan. There were no clients, no vendors, and very few visitors even stepped off the elevator at this level. Every office was kept locked overnight, and after hours the cleaning people were instructed to cover only the common areas. The reason for this obscurity and secrecy was that Truscott, from the beginning, had been set up as a front company for The Organization. It was here where the Board of Directors held their meetings and made decisions that affected most of the operations all around the globe.
Raven stood alone in the elevator, the clicks of the flashing numbers above the door marking his upward progress to floor 28. When the doors opened, Jillian Rideout was waiting for him. A thin, bookish-looking woman, she was dressed very conservatively in a gray skirt and blazer. An armed security guard stood next to her, and his appearance seemed to clash with the professional look of his companion. He had a husky build, stone face, and a prizefighter’s broken nose.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” Jillian smiled warmly. “Ms. Ingram would like to meet with you in her office. This way please.”
Raven nodded and followed her down the long, dim corridor with the guard close behind. They approached a pair of double doors at the end, and the guard seemed to melt away into the shadows as the girl’s hand touched the doorknob. When the doors opened, light spilled out from the large reception area.
“Please have a seat, and I’ll let her know you’re here. Coffee?”
Raven politely said ‘no’ and remained standing, glancing at his watch impatiently. The board meeting had been scheduled to begin in ten minutes, but the entire floor was strangely quiet with no sign of any members. Glancing around the room, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by something he saw through the open double doors to an a-joining office.
The room was bare with little furniture to speak of, only a wheel and pulley assembly that had been set up on the carpeted floor. The chain ran up to the ceiling and down again in front of a large window that spanned the opposite wall. On the other end of the chain, a naked man hung, spread-eagled and upside down with the front of his body almost touching the glass.
Raven couldn’t help but smile and immediately knew who put him there. Katherine Ingram may have been the head of the board, but she was also once a mistress, one of the best in his opinion, and it was good to see that she hadn’t lost her passion for games.
The slave’s ankles were cuffed to the ends of a long spreader bar fastened to the chain, his wrists chained to the floor so that his powerful limbs formed the shape of an X. Beyond the window, the entire city of Manhattan was laid out like a tapestry, with the traffic mayhem crawling every direction 28 floors below, and the sun gleaming like a fiery ball down through the heated glass, and on him.
Even from where he stood, Raven’s keen eyes could see from the reflection in the window that the slave was sporting an impressive hard-on. From there, he saw the wires trailing down to a black box. The device was called a Stimulator – a favorite among members of The Organization for male torture. Two copper rings, one for the testicles and one for the penis, served as conductors that allowed the electrical currents to pass into the body. Controls on the box could be adjusted to inflict the most excruciating pain imaginable or, as in this case, dialed down to induce and maintain an erection for long periods of time.
Kate always came up with the most exquisite forms of restraint. Like Raven, she was a lifestyle Dom. She was resolute, intelligent, ambitious, and there were few men in the world to which she would submit or subordinate herself. Her qualities were impressive enough to attract the attention of The Board and appoint her, at the age of 35, to the most powerful position within The Organization.
If Katherine had any fault though, it is her over-optimism and over-confidence. She wasn’t greedy like the others, but she believed that the people around her were better and more rational than they really were, and that she could accomplish more than any one person possibly could achieve.
A soft groan drew Raven’s attention back to the inverted body hanging in front the window. He had no sexual proclivities for men, but nonetheless, was impressed with the scene. The slave had a magnificent physique – well-muscled, well-tanned with no hair on the body but the scalp -- just how Kate liked them. He moaned again and pulled helplessly against the chains, the tight muscles in his back, limbs and glutes clenched and quivered. Sweat glistened off his smooth skin as the glaring sun bore down on him through the pane of glass. The strain of being suspended was finally taking effect, or perhaps it was the constant flow of low-voltage electricity feeding into his genitals, forcing his cock to remain stiff and throb with no hope of relief.
“Ms. Ingram will see you now,” Jillian Rideout announced, and with some disappointment, Raven turned from the window and followed her back into the office.
Katherine Ingram stood up from behind her desk and walked around to greet Raven as he entered. She wore a tight gray skirt of an office suit and a blouse of transparent white cloth tailored like a man’s shirt. The blouse flared out above her waistline, stressing the trim flatness of her hips, and as she moved in front the large window behind her desk, Raven could see the slender silhouette of her body with the flaring circle of the blouse.
“Good to see you, Raven,” she said smiling. “Forgive me for keeping you waiting. Please sit down.”
“Was the meeting canceled?”
Katherine paused a moment, then smiled before taking her seat, “Yes, at the last minute. I’m sorry you had to make this drive up for nothing.”
“That’s quite all right, I like New York,” he lied. “So what happened?”
“The Board felt this situation wasn’t urgent enough to hold a formal meeting.
“Not urgent enough?”
“That’s right. I did hold a conference call with the executive directors this morning. We discussed your report and your concerns about any possible breeches in security.”
Raven immediately knew what was coming.
“We concluded that every effort must be made to find those two missing men, but to resume all operations as soon as possible. The rest of the members and shareholders are being notified of our decision.”
“And what about the feds?”
“You said they were only after the third man . . .” she paused a moment to put on her glasses and read the report, “Marco Sanchez . . . and that he was eliminated, correct?”
“That’s what Jason told me over the phone, but unless HE comes in, we can’t confirm this.”
“And now he and his partner are also in hiding.”
“That’s right, at least Jason is. I haven’t heard from Dave Roberts yet, but I think it’s safe to assume he’s not coming in either. I guess they thought they would be the next to go and I can’t blame them. That’s why we need to shut down all operations until these men are brought in and questioned. Maybe then, we’ll know how much more the feds have uncovered, if anything.”
“I understand you’re concern, Raven, but the shareholders have been all over my ass over this.”
“And it’s such a pretty ass,” Raven couldn’t resist the remark.
“Amusing, but let’s be serious. Every day we don’t do business is another day we lose money.”
“If the FBI finds out, we’ll lose a lot more than that.”
“The Board doesn’t think so. They believe this man, Marco, was the only lead they had, and now he’s gone. Problem solved.”
“And you agree with them?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh, come on, Kate,” Raven leaned forward in his chair. “Just what the hell do they know about operations. They’re businessmen, an entirely different breed than you and I. There’s no discretion, no code of conduct. Most of them have never trained or even owned a slave. All they care about is profit, and in the end, their greed is going to sink this whole organization.”
Katherine got up and slowly circled around the desk, her mind deep in thought. Raven watched as she moved. She was intense, like any powerhouse businesswoman, and not attractive in a conventional way, but in a unique and unusually striking way. Her face was made of angular planes, the shape of her mouth, clear-cut, a sensual mouth, held closed with inflexible precision. Her sandy blonde hair was tied neatly and professionally behind her head, but with strands falling across both sides of her face. He always found that detail very appealing in women.
She leaned against the edge of the desk only a few feet from Raven. Her legs, sculptured by the tight sheen of the stockings, the long lines running straight down behind, past the back of each knee to a high-heeled pump, had a feminine elegance that seemed oddly incongruous with the rest of her.
“So tell me about these other two men,” she took off her glasses. “What do you think they’ll do?”
“Both of them have been very loyal to The Organization. Jason Clark is more independent and he despises authority, but I also know he hates the FBI more than anything. Wherever he’s disappeared to, I think he’ll stay there as long as we leave him alone. Dave on the other hand, might get tired of hiding and more inclined to come out and strike a deal with the Feds. He is the one I’m worried about.”
“Good assessment,” Katherine nodded with approval, “but I always thought it would be Jason, for the same reasons you just stated.”
“In the end, going the FBI would be the smart move, and Dave was always smarter.”
“We’ll certainly take that under advisement.”
Katherine suddenly stood up from the desk, signaling that the meeting was over. As they left her office, she grabbed a long wooden paddle from a hanger near the door. The naked man was still suspended in the window; his cock still bobbing away, only now, streams of dried cum covered the glass in front.
“One of my assistants,” Katherine smiled, “only he’s been a very bad boy.”
Raven grinned back knowingly, “One of the hazards of his job, I guess.”
She thrust out her hand to shake his, “Again, I apologize for the trip you had to make, and I wouldn’t worry about those two men. We’ll handle it. Just let me know if they contact you again.”
“I will.”
“Ms. Rideout will show you out.”
“No need. I know the way.”
After Raven turned for the elevators, he glanced past his shoulder one last time and noticed that Katherine had not gone back into her office, but to the other room where the slave was waiting, the paddle still in her hand. When she closed the door behind her, Raven smiled again before continuing down the hall.
By the time he reached the elevators, the grin had gone away as his thoughts turned to the conversation they just had.
(continued)
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