It was a conspiracy. A plot meticulously laid out by a small group of grimly determined men bent on revenge. They would arrange a little "vacation," just the four of them and their insufferable, arrogant boss, a beautiful woman whose overbearing ways were legendary throughout the corporation. It was to be an unforgettable week in a remote mountain cabin, during which Candace Ashbee would find herself shamelessly used by her four randy captors, men behaving badly who subjected her to the most extremes of sexual humiliation, to bondage and discipline, and the most unspeakable sexual depravity. This is a story of extremes, a story that skirts the outer fringe of human sexuality.
The beer was flowing freely and the guys were feeling no pain, all except for Eddy Shaw that is. He was still steamed, madder than hell. He had just found out that very day what office gossip had known for weeks. He had been shafted, screwed out of the promotion of a lifetime by the bitch he worked for: one Ms Candace Ashbee. The others could only nod knowingly as he went on to describe the Boss Lady in the most graphic terms, using every one of the many nicknames the guys had for their insufferable, duplicitous, and overbearing boss. Names that included: "The girl with the Golden Cunt," "Mother Juggs," a not very subtle reference to her obvious assets, and more simply -- "The Bitch," that one used most often, even by the other female employees. Over beers after work on Fridays, she was frequently the subject of discussion as simply "that Goddamned Cunt." They all knew who that was. But the name that Lewis particularly liked was "Miz Candy Ass." He nodded to himself, well satisfied with the name he had bestowed on her.
All four of the guys around that table had had a run-in with Candy Ass at sometime, and they were lucky to escape just a little bloodied. She was known as arrogant and ambitious, a conniving bitch who used people, especially men. She was originally appointed as a regional manager over better qualified men, because the company had been threatened by a feminist group for not having enough female executives. But if that threat launched Candace's meteoric career, she took full advantage of her sex once in place. It was well know that she was perfectly willing to sleep her way to top, and use that beautiful body of hers to maximum advantage. Of course sex with "underlings" or even co-workers was quite out o the question. She was much too snooty for that. No, she would preserve her precious assets for more important fish on the company's food chain.
"What I wouldn't give just to get that bitch alone for just one night," Jack Crowley.
"You wouldn't know what to do with her if you had her. And besides, all you'd have to do was go to sleep and she'd cut off your balls and hand them to you in a nicely wrapped package!"
"She wouldn't cut anything off, cause first I'd tie her down. There's only one thing a woman like that understands," he added with drunken logic.
Now Lewis who had sunk into a more mellow mood and was only half listening, sat up and leaned across the table.
"Agreed!" Lewis nodded, sitting up, taking a sudden interest. "The woman needs to be tied down and fucked silly "But how would you so that Jack? If you had her for 24 hours..all yours, tell us what you would do to her."
Crowley looked at Lewis, and got the feeling he was being put on, but he didn't give a damn.
"Well, I'd lay her out on her back in the middle of big bed and tie her spread-eagled, you know with her legs spread wide open. Then I'd do her, once an hour, every hour. And when I wasn't in the saddle with my prick up that golden cunt, I'd shove a vibrator up her twat, just to keep her company."
Lewis nodded, impressed. The graphic description conjured up a powerful erotic image in Lewis's inebriated imagination of the long bodied, beautiful brunette, her dark silky hair loose and whipping the pillows as she flung her head from side to side between outstretched arms, her pretty features contorted in the throes of a massive orgasm. The power of that image stirred him deeply; he felt an awakening movement in the front of his pants, and slipped a hand under the table to ease the progress of his unfolding cock.
"And you Eddy?" he asked, warming up to his newly-invented game, "what would you do with Miz Candy Ass?"
"I'd go for those big jugs of hers," was the immediate answer. " I'd have her naked, leaning over the back of a chair, all the way over, so those big floppy tits were hanging down the front between her arms. And I'd tie her hands to the legs of the chair so she was kept bent over. Then I'd go to work on those puppies, playing with those tit-bags, just feeling Miz Candy Ass up till I had her all hot and bothered and just begging for it."
Again, Lewis, nodded, and let himself savor the pleasing image, of the conceited, overbearing boss lady upended over a chair.
He gave Ben an inquisitive look.
"I'd tie her over the back of a couch and spank that big fat candy ass." Ben offered modestly, but with a hopeful smile for the others.
"How about you, Lewis? If you could do anything you wanted to Miz Candy Ass, what would you do?"
"I like the idea of bending her over and tying her down. But first I'd make her beg me for it, maybe crawl around on hands and knees and sit up like a dog and beg me for it. Then I'd tie her down, and once I had her like that, I'd take her. Right up that precious candy ass!"
The roar of laughter that followed showed how much his inventive approach was richly appreciated by his all male audience.
"Oooh. I'll bet she wouldn't like that at all," Crowley chimed in, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, she wouldn't have much choice, now would she?"
The conversation went along such lines with each proposed position getting more inventive and perverted until the hour grew late and one by one the revelers drifted off. Only Ben and Lewis remained. Neither showed much inclination to go home. The earlier gaiety had worn off, and the two men had grown more sullen as they sat nursing a final round.
It was then that mild-mannered Ben told Lewis about something else that bothered him about Candace Ashee. Ben was their computer guy, and he got to know a lot about everybody in company. One of his jobs was computer security, and now he told Lewis about how he had stumbled upon an unregistered computer being used to gain access to the company's intranet. When he dug into it, he found that Ms Ashbee was using her personal laptop to make gain entry – something the company strictly outlawed. He didn't know what was going on, but it sounded suspicious to him.
Lewis was intrigued. Could he find out what the bitch was up to? Well Ben allowed, he could try. Maybe someday after work. Lewis smiled to himself. He knew how much Ben just loved a challenge.
***
It was late. Even by the last of the night janitors had made their way home. From outside, the glass cube of the office building was dark, except for a single windowed office on the 30th floor. Sitting there under that lone halo of light was Jonathon Lewis. He was staring at computer screen when he heard the footsteps he had been waiting for. Someone was scurrying down the lane between the rows of cubicles. Ben had found something! He knew it from the quick pace. The tech guy was rushing to find him.
