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      The following story contains adult material.  If below the age of 18, go
outside, get some fresh air and do something healthy (g).

      If you ARE 18, then you should know the following story is about a young
woman who is forced into non-consensual sex, public humiliation, and b&d, in
both m/f and f/f situations.  Both the characters and occurences in this series
are completely fictitious.

                                  The Mortgage
                                  by Marlissa

                                    PART TEN
                                    EPILOGUE

      Three years later...

      For a mini-financial empire, Baines Holding Company was actually
headquartered in a small office suite, comprising of Kathryn Baine's sumptuous
office that could and did second as a conference room and the small anteroom
outside where a bored secretary sat filing her nails.

      Jackson had drunk in the secretary when he had come for the meeting. She
was a medium-sized blonde with average looks and build, but her overall bearing
was definitely less than professional. And from the obviously dark roots, the
hair color was definitely temporary. He couldn't believe the twenty-something
was dressed for her work, unless the work was streetwalking. The yellow tube
top, the tiny spandex blue miniskirt, the yellow silk stockings and blue high
heels -- it all spelled SLUT in big bright letters. She was a class-A bimbo,
even down to the gum chewing.

      "Tim Jackson here to see Kathryn Baines, Miss," he looked at the name
plate but there was no last name, 'uh, Amy."

      The blonde fluttered her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, a big,
wild mop of platinum curls that ran crazily off her shoulders. She eyed him
with an intensity that caught him off guard. Was she hot for him, or was that
just imagination? And him with a wife and two kids.

      "Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson," she purred. "Ms. Baines?" she spoke into the
intercom. "Mr. Jackson is here to see you."

      The cold, efficient voice of Kathryn Baines responded promptly. "Be a
good girl and make sure he's comfortable, Amy. I'll be with him in ten minutes.
Then come in here. I need you for something."

      "Yes, Ma'am. At once Ma'am," the secretary replied. Was that fear he
heard in her voice? But she was smiling now, smiling at him, her attention
focused on the executive. She immediately thrust out her pert little A-cup
breasts in his direction and beamed a big, playful smile at the visitor. He
noticed the subtle grind the girl made as she put her hands demurely on her
hips as she rose.

      "May I fetch you some coffee, Mr. Jackson? A soft drink?" She pouted when
he shook his head. "Nothing, Sir? Please, if I can get anything for you, make
you more comfy in ANY way I can..." She let the promise hang, as she played
with her hair, her eyes obviously lingering in the direction of Jackson's
crotch. He couldn't believe what a slutty performance the bimbo was putting on
for him... except for one thing. It was working. He was smiling -- in contempt,
true. But he was smiling. And he was getting an erection.

      With a sexy sulky look, she opened Kathryn Baine's door. As the door
closed, Jackson could hear muffled talking and an occasional giggle from the
secretary. Twenty minutes later she emerged, wiping her lips with one hand and
pulling up her tube top with the other.

      "Ms. Baines will see you now, sir." Her brown eyes were burning coals for
him. He was happily married and she wasn't beautiful or anything, but Tim
Jackson was thinking hard about getting her phone number. He hadn't seen any
ring on her finger and she was more than available. If he knew his women
correctly, this slut was hungry for a good, hard cock.

      "Jackson? Jackson?" Kathryn tried to get his attention from the blonde's
swaying ass, a bright blue pendulum in her spandex miniskirt. As the horny
little secretary bent over to do some filing, he could see without any problem
that she was wearing a red thong lace panty! He forced himself to stand up and
smile at Kathryn. He was holding his briefcase over his midsection. Wouldn't do
to let the Dragon Lady see him with an erection.

      "So, the Bentson County Toxic Waste Authority wants my property,' she
began, seating herself behind the massive desk.

      Jackson pulled out the papers. "Yes, we want to expand and as you know
the property is essentially worthless now -- a fact you can't disapprove of,
given that your father pushed for the facility a few years ago. Are there any
tenants currently in the property?"

      "Daddy wanted to clean up the trash problem here in Bentson, Mr.
Jackson." The severe blonde smiled. Jackson was repulsed. She was attractive in
a conventional way, but she was so damn cold, a damn Ice Queen. "But that
doesn't mean I'm giving anything away. As to the tenants, no, there are none.
There was as a couple who lived there years ago, but they divorced and split
up. My secretary as a matter of fact and her ex-husband. They BOTH work for me
so I let her husband stay at a rooming house I own as part of his compensation.
I use him as a janitor at the factory I own."

      "And, the uh, secretary?,' Jackson asked, a little flushed.

      "She rents from me, again part of our employment arrangement. I have a
spare bedroom I let her live in. Very convenient to have her around night and
day. Commerce never sleeps Mr. Jackson!" Kathryn Baines used one of her
father's favorite expressions. "Back to figures, Mr. Jackson. What figure are
you proposing?"

      "Fifty thousand and you level the house." She was known as a tough
negotiator and he didn't flinch as he made the offer.

      "Sixty... and YOU level it," she countered.

      Jackson could go to sixty but what the hell choice did she have? Why
should he let her off the hook? Records showed her father had foreclosed on the
property and made a killing. She would already make more than enough. He shook
his head, refusing the deal.

      "Do you like my secretary, Mr. Jackson?" Before he could answer, she
buzzed the young woman in. Amy pranced in, as if she had been expecting this,
readying herself.

      "Well, Mr. Jackson?" she repeated.

      Jackson gulped. The peroxide blonde was licking her lips, hands on her
hips, looking straight at him... "She's an attractive young woman, Ms. Baines,
still I hardly know what this has to --"

      "Just 'attractive'? Look you're hurting Amy's feelings!" Baines smirked
in mock indignation. And in fact the secretary was pouting, her lower lip stuck
out petulantly.

      "Very pretty then."

      "Would you say 'sexy' Mr. Jackson?" Kathyrn Baines demanded.

      His vocal cord was there, he knew it. He found it, then managed a low
"Yes." The girl beamed now, the ultimate compliment he could bestow. She stuck
her small chest out again for him. But if she was really pleased, why was there
something else, something like fear in those eerily glassy brown eyes?

      "I bet if we settled on sixty, Amy would just love to spend the afternoon
with you, Mr. Jackson, wouldn't you, Amy?"

      The girl bit her lower lip and nodded, her big eyes begging him to accept
the offer. Her mouth was so tight, her ass so hard and...

      "Yes, Mr. Jackson. I'd loooove to go out with you on a date," she cooed.
Her tongue was darting all over her lips now, her hands rubbing her ass and
hips. Jesus, she was wet at the prospect of spreading her legs for him,
spreading her legs and doing other things... His erection was pulling a tent
out from his trousers.

      "It isn't your money, Jackson," Kathryn Baines reminded him. "So who gets
hurt? Besides, Amy knows ALL the safe places to go, places that only girls like
Amy know about. Go on, tell Mr. Jackson. Answer the questions you know he has
for you."

      Amy giggled, cocking her head shyly to one side. "Well, I'm a clean girl
-- I have a doctor's certificate to prove it, so I won't give you anything. I
promise Mr. Jackson!"

      Jackson blushed. It was the first thing he had wondered about the girl
upon seeing her for the first time.

      "And I know the best little place to have a date! It's called the
Honeymooners Motor Court. Rooms only cost ten dollars an hour and clean sheets
are only five dollars extra! And I swear I'll never, ever tell anyone!" The
girl was looking at him, pleading with him to take her to a cheap dive and fuck
her brains out. What was wrong with this picture?

      "What's going on here?" he suddenly demanded.

      Kathryn Baines didn't answer the question. But she did put two objects on
the table, objects which terrified the preening, pleading secretary.

      "Take these in case she gets out of line. She can be such a BAD GIRL from
time to time, Mr. Jackson."

      Jackson picked up the shiny metal handcuffs and riding crop with wonder
and awe. The bottle-made blonde was eyeing him with white faced fright. There
was a warm, coppery taste in his mouth. Christmas had come in the middle of
June.

      "Is 'sexy' worth an extra ten grand?"

      What ever was going on here, he could care less about. It wasn't his
money. He nodded. "Yes, Ms. Baines. We have a deal. But I want all afternoon --
not just an hour." Had the secretary sighed at that? Were her lips trembling?
If no longer made any difference to him. He shook the hand that reached across
the desk.

      Kathryn watched Jackson as he began pawing Amy on the way out of her
office. The ink wasn't dry yet on the agreement and he was feeling her up,
probably in the elevator by now. She would be tired from God knew what Jackson
would do to her that long summer afternoon, but Kathryn already had visions of
what little tricks she would teach Amy that night... things the live-in
bisexual slut could do to make her mistress-lover cum. It had been three years
and she had barely begun with her plaything.

      She closed the office and climbed into her Ferrari. Wendell had washed it
as instructed. Such a good servant when he wasn't drunk. Kathryn loved the way
he and Amy snapped at each other these days, loved ordering them to be quiet.
The smile vanished though. She was pensive as she thought about a problem as
the sleek sportscar sped her along to her next meeting.

      Amy was coming along nicely. She had been a wonderful secretary and had
helped her close hundreds of deals like this. But Kathryn was increasingly
concerned that Amy was enjoying her afternoon male 'dates' more than she
should. It was as if pleasing another woman wasn't enough, that full
satisfaction could only come from a man. She had seen in some of the videos she
had Amy perform in with Kathryn's unsuspecting business customers and clients
-- a look of release, of love even on the flushed wan face..

      It had to be stopped at once of course. Kathryn would brook no such
feelings. Amy would learn to derive her pleasure from her mistress's orgasms
and THEN Kathryn might allow her pet to enjoy herself -- and then only by
virtue of making love to her mistress. She would have to be taken from
situations where men were about and kept only for Kathryn's lust. Kathryn had
already decided what to do: the French maid outfit would look delicious on Amy.
Training the slut to become bisexual was fun; breaking her into forced
full-time lesbianism an absolute delight!

      But who to take her place as a slut secretary? Her next meeting provided
the answer. A young couple trying to buy their first home, one of the cheap
ranch houses in Baineswood, her newest real estate development. The wife a
sharp, assertive redhead, the husband some blue collar dolt. The newlywed wife
had the poutiest lips...

      "You don't have enough of a down payment, I afraid. Let's talk rent to
own, shall we?" she offered generously.

      The wife nodded, the sparkling green eyes and red hair bobbing in
cautious optimism back at her. Kathryn took care not to eye too obviously the
pert pair of 34Bs that jiggled under the woman's sun dress. Amy would be soooo
jealous of her new playmate's bigger chest size.

      The young wife was already asking details, so anxious to take this next
step in adulthood, all of which Kathryn answered reassuringly, soothingly,
addressing herself to the redhead, while the double-digit IQ'd hubby listened
in mild confusion.

      This would be fun.

                                    THE END

