Kerry was relieved to arrive home and be away from Turner and Kowalski. She had been made to watch one of her videos from This Girl Did Porn. Not only that, but they had made her reenact what she had done on the video. She sat legs spread wide between the two men, playing with her pussy. Then she had been molested from in back and in front and forced to cum in front of them. Then they had violated her, with one in her pussy and the other in her mouth. Kowalski balls deep in her pussy and Turner's cock was buried in her throat.
On top of being molested by the two Senior Executives, her one good business outfit had been completely ruined. What was she going to wear to work tomorrow?
On cue her doorbell rang. She opened the front door to find the CEO, Aballa, and his son Marcus. She could see a large black stretch limo parked in front of her house.
"Kerry, we feel terrible about what happened earlier today," said Roman Aballa. "I want to apologize on behalf of the entire company. I've spoken very directly to those two. They are going to have to figure out how to make it up to you.
"We all know how committed you are to your 'Kids'. Taking a minimal salary and living in this tiny apartment with a shabby wardrobe...that all demonstrated tremendous devotion. So we've decided to make up for today by moving you into a much nicer apartment in a better part of town. And to provide you with a new wardrobe. How does that sound."
It sounded great on paper, and Kerry knew she had better give the expected answer.
"Thank you, Sir," responded Kerry. "That is so nice of you, and I totally forgive everyone in the company."
"It's ok, Kerry, you can exclude Turner and Kowalski from your forgiveness until they earn it. Why don't we all go out and get in the limo."
The three left Kerry's old apartment and proceeded to the limo. Kerry saw that the driver was a woman, but with the partition lowered she couldn't see anymore than that. After a ride of perhaps half an hour, the limo pulled up to the gates of a large estate. There was an elegantly designed main house flanked by a number of smaller houses.
"You'll be in Cottage #6 Kerry," said Marcus. "I'll accompany you and make sure you are properly settled in." The gates opened and the limousine drove down a long driveway, stopping in front of a single story stone cottage you might expect to see in a rural British town. In fact the entire estate seemed to have been lifted from another time and place.
"Your housekeeper is inside waiting for you. She has new clothes for you. Let's go inside and take a look around." Marcus took Kerry gently by the elbow and led her inside. There was a great room with a fireplace at one end and a giant LCD screen at the other. A bear rug lay in front of the fireplace. The back right corner was occupied by a bathroom and spa complete with hot tub and sauna room. Except for the commode, the rest was all walled glass.
"Where's the kitchen?" asked Kerry.
"Oh we all eat together in the main house," responded Marcus. " You won't have to worry about shopping, or cooking or anything like that. Kerry, meet Mrs. Henry. She'll be managing your wardrobe and attending to any personal needs you might have."
"Hello Kerry. So nice to meet you. Now, why don't you clean yourself off and then take a soak in the tub while I discuss your program with Marcus."
Kerry wondered exactly what that meant, but after the events of the day she was more than a little bit befuddled. She stripped off her ruined outfit and stepped into the shower. She soaped herself off, paying special attention to the tender areas between her legs, both front and back. Then she rinsed herself clean and climbed into the hot tub. A motion sensor turned on the jets. Kerry lay back, threw her head back, stretched herself out and relaxed. All the tension ebbed out of her body as she drifted.
Kerry fell into a dream-like state. The events of earlier in the day appeared in review, except now they were voluntary and enjoyable. Her left hand drifted down her belly and came to rest on her pubic mound. She found her clit with a finger and began to toy with it. Without conscious thought she widened her legs and teased her outer lips open. She began a serious massage, working her fingers against her inner walls and finally putting two inside them.
"Kerry sweetheart, are you OK?" She heard the voice of Mrs. Henry and opened her eyes to find the woman standing over her. "Now get out of there and I'll show you your new wardrobe." Mrs. Henry picked up a clean towel and held it out to Kerry as she climbed up out of the hot tub.
Kerry hurriedly dried herself off as she hastened after Mrs. Henry to a walk-in closet filled with outfits, undergarments, shoes and accessories. The clothes were all high-end, beautifully cut to just her size. She could hardly wait to dress for work in the morning.
"There is some evening-wear on that side by the end. Come up to the main house as soon as you're ready. Dinner is about to be served."
Kerry hurriedly dressed. She found a pair of low heels and nylon stockings that went with her ensemble. Exiting the cottage, she discovered that the door had no lock. Probably because it's a gated estate, she thought. She joined the six men in the dining room, wondering if there were no wives or other children.
"Tonight is a business dinner, Kerry," explained Marcus. "Usually we eat in the main dining room with our families as well."
"Thank you for including me," said Kerry. She knew which side her bread would be buttered on from now on.
"We have a schedule of appearances we'd like you to make representing the merger of our stores and 'Drinks for Kids'. It would probably involve some evening or weekend events, would you mind that?"
"Of course not," Kerry responded.
"Here, take a look at this," said Marcus as he handed over a list. There were some teenager parties, some speeches to donors, a few community events, and the like.
"This looks great, Marcus," said Kerry.
"Good, we'll get this going. I have to run, but enjoy dinner and we'll see you at work tomorrow."
Kerry arrived at the office in a state of quiet apprehension. After the events of the day before, she was braced for almost anything. Instead, everyone was perfectly business-like, as if yesterday had never happened. The day passed uneventfully, as did the rest of the week. Over the next two weeks Kerry spoke to several donor gatherings. The senior execs were quite impressed with the funds raised; more than ever before.
A month went by. Kerry rarely thought about her "initiation" as she settled into the routine of office work and various public appearances. At least that was over and done with, and now she was back on track with her career. She attacked her workouts with ferocity, and decided she looked better than she ever had.
She had just arrived at work. Mrs. Henry had laid out a black dress and blazer with black 3 inch heels, stockings and a garter belt The dress had big red buttons from top to bottom.
"Kerry, could you step into my office for a minute," asked Turner politely.
"Yes, Frank, what can I do for you?" Kerry inquired.
"Well, the executive team has had a discussion and concluded that it's time for the next step in your development."
"That's very exciting, thank you. What will be involved?"
" Regarding your public presence, we've noticed that you get off message sometimes. Once you get flustered you have difficulty relaxing and recovering your poise. So we want to help you with that."
"I'm not sure I understand," said Kerry reluctantly.
"It's a little complex to explain, so we've prepared a video presentation of what we have in mind. We can call in the others and watch it now if you like."
Kerry's heart sank. She knew it had been too good to be true. Now all of them were in on it? Fuck!
"Please, Mr. Turner. Please, not another video."
"But Kerry, don't you want to know what's in your program?"
"Please, anything but a video. Do what you want, but please don't make me watch myself on video."
"Well," said Turner. "I suppose there's another way."
"Yes, whatever it is, yes, please. I'll do whatever you say."
"OK, Kerry, I will put you to the test. Come and stand here next to me. That's it. On my side but facing me."
She stood to Turner's right, well within touching distance.
"Now unbutton the bottom button of your dress."
Kerry bent from the waist to comply. She straightened up to hear Turner direct.
"Look at me now and open your dress to the waist. Pull out behind you and hold it.
She stood exposed in front of her supervisor. Her panties highlighted rather than obscured the contours of her pussy.
"That's good. Spread your feet out a little."
Turner reached out, removed the garter belt, and rolled down each stocking to just above her knee. He caressed the inside of her right thigh, starting down low and working his way upward. He alternated gentle caresses with his fingertips, and deep probing massage with his entire hand. Just as he came to the top he flipped his hand over and went to work on her left leg, this time going top to bottom, then up again.
Holding her dress deprived Kerry of the use of her hands, and she struggled to balance as Turner took full advantage. She felt his fingers inside the waistband of her panties, and then they were slowly pulled down her legs.
"Step out," Turner directed. And she did.
Turner palmed her ass with his hand.
"Lay across my lap, that's a good girl," Turner said. He began rubbing her cheeks and probing her crack with his right hand as he used his left hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in position with her dress flipped up.
"This is the first step in your program, Kerry. This is all about maintaining your poise and dignity under difficult circumstances. Now, tell me, and I'll know if you're lying. How do you feel right now?"
"How do you think I feel," Kerry responded. "This is embarrassing and humiliating. How would you like it?"
"Actually Kerry, I'm liking this just fine. Are you wet?"
