This is the continuation of the Spycraft series, where a secret organization infiltrates corrupt entities to take them down from the inside. Hazel's boss, Xavier is pissed that his brother outdid him and takes out his wrath on Hazel.
Chapter 6: West Side Office
Hazel's first week started off simple, running errands and managing Victor's staff on ongoing projects. Mid week, Victor got news of a deal that Xavier had closed that saved the company 45% in cost. His staff had not procured a deal anywhere near as profitable.
Victor called Hazel into his office. Hazel came in and closed the door behind her. She walked up to his desk and stood waiting. She could tell from Victor's countenance that he was unhappy and would need a ‘pick me up’. Victor motioned her to approach and she walked around the desk and stood before him.
Victor reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled out his placid cock. Even with a stunning beauty like Hazel in front of him wearing a form fitting business suit, his cock remained placid. His mind was occupied with news about his brother's achievement. He needed relief so he could focus.
Hazel understood what she needed to do and quickly bent down and crawled on her knees to the spot between his outstretched legs. Victor was usually in better spirits and any sexual rendezvous she had with him was an acceptable part of the job. Today, however, she felt like an object who was being used to fulfill a task. It was debasing.
Nevertheless, this came with the job profile and she began to work on it. She took Victor's limp cock in her hand and guided her mouth down onto it. The warm embrace of her mouth caused Victor’s dick to harden instantly. Victor's mind was preoccupied but his body responded to her stimulation like clockwork. In less than thirty seconds, his dick was at full mast and she was bobbing up and down on it in a set rhythm.
The sensations from his groin spread throughout his body, first as slow rolling feelings but soon it became a fever pitch. His mind started clearing of all thoughts and was only focused on the pleasurable throbbing in his dick that was emanating with sensations throughout his body. Hazel could feel the heat radiating from him as his head enlarged with fluid. She knew he was close. She used her tongue to swirl around his bulbous head causing Victor to let out an uncontrolled grunt. Victor had closed his eyes and was leaning his head back against the head rest of his office chair.
Hazel continued sucking for a few more minutes before his balls tightened and she felt spurts of cum shoot down her throat. She swallowed quickly to prevent gagging. Even in this state, she was surprised at the amount of cum his body generated.
When his balls had completely emptied, she licked his shaft clean and ran her tongue around her lips to ensure no residue was on her face. She then stood up and faced him. It took him a few minutes to clear the fog from his mind and then he spoke, “My brother's team has scored a lucrative contract for the company. In comparison, our staff has done nothing of notice. Effective immediately, our staff will be doing double shifts until we are able to procure an advantageous deal as well. Every member will need to work night and day to find me something that will compare to my brother's progress. I am leaning on you to make this work.”
“Sir,” Hazel said, “Our staff already works hard; sometimes staying till 8pm finishing up their tasks.”
“And yet we don't have anything to show for it,” Victor countered. “Don't be soft on the workers. You need to drive them with an iron first to get them to excel beyond the normal. We are at war with my brother to take over my father's position and we are losing this battle. Make this happen!”
“Yes Sir!” Hazel exclaimed. Internally Hazel sympathized with the workers. They were overworked and had no sense of work life balance. How would she tell them to step it up further? Nevertheless, she conveyed Victor's command to the staff. The staff whined and complained but no one dared to dissent.
One of the workers, a woman in her mid 40s with two children, came to Hazel asking to be let out early. She had plans to watch her son's football game this evening and needed to leave. Hazel knew what Victor would want but she empathized with the woman's plight and told her it was okay to leave.
The next day, another employee came up to her with a sad story asking to leave early. Again, she conceded feeling sorry for the worker. Hazel was cut throat when it came to besting an adversary but she was soft when it came to her workers. She always felt it was her duty to look out for her team and care for them as opposed to using them as pawns to fulfill a greater purpose. This tenderheartedness would be her downfall.
Friday came and Victor called a staff meeting with all the heads. Victor asked about the progress they were supposed to make on finding an advantageous deal. With double shifts, they had twice the time to figure something out. One of the department heads, Betty, a sassy thirty year old woman who disliked Hazel, spoke out, “Not everyone has been doing double shifts like you asked. Hazel has been giving a pass to some of the staff.”
Victor's eyes narrowed and he glared at Hazel. He didn't expect dissent from his personal secretary. Hazel gulped in terror as she could feel Victor's eyes boring into her flesh. “Call those people who Hazel had given a pass to and I want to hear from them,” Victor commanded.
Betty left the conference room and came back a few minutes later with the woman and the man who Hazel had given a pass to. “I heard you left early this week even after I commanded that everyone had to work double shift. You disobeyed my direct order.” Victor angrily said.
Both of the employees began mumbling incoherently. Victor raised his hand and both froze. Victor pointed to the lady and told her to speak first. “Sir, we dare not disobey you. It was Hazel who told me it was fine to leave. She insisted that it was fine.” Hazel stood dumbfounded. The woman was outright lying. After everything she had done for the woman, the woman was throwing her under the bus instead of taking ownership of her request.
At least the guy would tell the truth she thought. When Victor questioned the guy, he too blamed Hazel saying she told him to leave and that it would be okay. Hazel was speechless. The people she helped turned their backs on her in an instant. Why did she show these people compassion and mercy? She should have ruled with an iron fist like Victor had said.
“Come to my office, “ he indicated to Hazel. He dismissed the meeting saying that everyone would be working through the weekend.
In his office, he looked at Hazel hard. “You disobeyed my orders to help those lowly workers. And for what? The same people you cared for turned against you. This is your first week here so I will be lenient on you.” Hazel walked out of the office quickly in almost a run to get away from Victor's angry mood. The day went on without any issue. Victor was in his office the entire day.
Around 8pm, a courier brought some packages for Victor and Hazel buzzed him through. The carrier never exited, which concerned Hazel. Was everything okay inside? She called out on the personal intercom to Victor and he replied saying everything was fine. Hazel breathed a sigh of relief and continued her work.
At 8:45, the courier exited Victor's office and stopped by Hazel's desk. He is calling you inside, the courier indicated. Hazel thanked him and went to Victor's cabin. She opened the door and stepped inside when a hand wrapped around her face and covered her nostrils with a napkin. A sweet scent flooded her and then everything went black.
When she came to, she felt a chill in her body. Her eyes cleared from the haze and she saw the entire office staff in front of her staring at her. She tried to move and found that her limbs would not budge. She looked down and stared in disbelief, her body frozen from the shock. She was stripped naked and strapped to a large wooden chair. Her hands were bound at the forearms and her legs at her calves to the hands and legs of the chair. The size of the chair had caused both appendages to be angled outwards so that the staff had a clear view of her entire naked body. Hazel blushed in humiliation. Her face heated up as if she had a fever. She wished the earth would just eat her up and she could disappear forever.
That obviously would not happen so she began assessing the situation. The last she remembered was entering Victor’s cabin. Did he do this to her? For what purpose? And what was the actual intention of this chair?
Hazel now carefully inspected her situation. She was bound at her arms and feet but there was nothing to cover her mouth which meant she could speak. She saw a device attached to her index finger which looked like a pulse oximeter. That was weird. What was a device that measured heart rate and blood oxygen level doing here? Next she saw a blood pressure cuff on her left bicep. That was also odd.
The rest of her body was clear of items. However when she looked at the seat her eyes widened with disbelief. There was a hole cut out on the seat below her groin and something was below that hole. A beep sounded from underneath her and something started approaching from the hole. A pink dildo slowly approached out of the hole and pushed at her vaginal opening. Her lips parted and the phallus pushed up into her vagina. Discomfort spread as the dick pushed upward into her while her pussy was dry as a desert. It pushed six inches inside before automatically withdrawing. The cock withdrew all the way and then reappeared following the same trajectory.
The second time was just as uncomfortable as the first. But by the sixth time, her body had started to lubricate and the discomfort eased. In time, the discomfort turned into pleasure as her body began reacting to the dildo moving in and out of her. Shame filled Hazel as her body began welcoming the dick. Her body tried to grind on the dick, angling herself to get maximum impact. All the while the entire staff watched silently, eyes glued to her naked form.
Hazel always carried herself well, poised and dignified. She dressed in class and never crass. Her slim but shapely body looked good in any attire. Her breasts and butt were small but rounded in perfect spherical shape. She was the envy of many in the office as well as the desire of many, so everyone watched the show intently with their own perspective in mind. The woman laughed internally at the degrading behavior Hazel was being forced to enact while the men watched getting excited at the sexual scene unfolding.
Hazel was ten minutes into the ordeal and could feel the pressure rising inside her. Her body had taken over her mind and she was keen to ride out the dick to release. However when she was an instant away from release the machine stopped. Hazel thought there was a mechanical failure and kept looking down at the dick resting millimeters away from her vagina. But dick did not turn on.
The staff also stood confused, wondering what happened. Victor's voice resonated from behind Hazel. “This chair is designed to take you to the edge but will stop shy of relief. The sensors on your arms track your body's progress and when it determines that you are close to orgasm, it shuts down. You will spend the entire night in this chair as punishment for disobedience. As for the rest of you, just like Hazel will not rest easy, neither will any of you. I want everyone working from every angle to find me something before the end of the weekend. Hazel will be here as a reminder of what happens when you incur my wrath. Now get to work!”
The staff dispersed and went back to doing their work. Victor stood beside Hazel. “You forced my hand with your weakness. Take the night to contemplate your actions. You won't get much sleep in that chair anyway. If you cannot control the staff, you are useless to me.”
Victor left and Hazel could hear the wooden door of his office close behind her. Hazel looked out at the office before her. She had a similar view from her desk every day but on this chair with her fully exposed her vantage changed. She wasn’t the respected secretary anymore but the humiliated piece of trash. All that because of the two workers she has shown mercy to. She vowed to never show mercy to anyone. She would not be in this position ever again. As she reveled in her anger, the machine beeped and started once more.
The cock moved its way in her and then withdrew just like last time. In and out it went in a practiced rhythm. She could feel pleasure starting to peak, emanating from the sex and moving through her body. At the cusp of relief the machine stopped. Hazel balled her hands in frustration. She tried to wiggle and self stimulate herself but she was tied too tight. Nothing she could do would give her any relief so she stopped fighting.
The machine stayed off for 30 minutes till her body was fully relaxed then it turned on again. The machine was on for only 8 minutes before it shut off leaving her frustrated. Her pussy was swollen with excitement and juices dripped freely down her slit to the chair, coating her bottom wet. Her nipples were also hard and on edge, almost to the point of pain. She needed relief. But relief did not come.
It took her body an hour to relax this time before the process started all over. Each iteration brought her to the edge quicker and it took longer to get back to a state of relaxation. Her mind was in a state of exhaustion. She could not think of anything except relief. Relief and the compassion she had shown her workers that landed her in this mess. When she got through this ordeal, she would be a different person. She would rule with an iron fist.
She made it through seven iterations on the chair when Victor appeared. “Have you learned your lesson?” He asked.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please get me off this chair. I need release.”
Victor smiled and opened her constraints. Hazel was high strung, wound up tight from the constant pressure of being pleasured but not being given a relief. Victor's touch as he unfastened her legs put her over the edge and she came with a loud shriek that echoed through the office. The staff rushed back to see her body convulse violently and her face in a state of bliss. Then orgasm lasted over a minute from all the pent up sensations.
When Hazel finally came to, she saw the entire staff once again assembled to watch her. The sense of humiliation once again flooded her and she turned red. Victor picked her up and took her into his office, where he laid her on the couch to relax.
The office staff rushed back to work, fearing any punishment for not actively working. All of them were exhausted and took doses of coffee to remain awake and working. Saturday afternoon went by in this state of exhaustion. Hazel also joined in on her work after a little respite on Victor’s couch. No one spoke to her or mentioned the ordeal.
By Saturday night, one of the heads came up with an idea to add trailing 9s to the telecom billing program. On the surface, it would not ring any alarms but with their tens of millions of subscribers, it would bring in a significant amount of money. The plan was to change the billing amount from $24.99 to $24.9999. On the invoice, the 2 decimal standard would still display the bill as $24.99 but when the numbers were added, the trailing 9s gave a round up effect. $24.99 + $24.99 = $49.98 but if you did $24.9999 + $24.9999 it added up to $49.999 which rounded to $50.00. That gave them 2 pennies extra. If you saved 1 penny for each of the ten million customers, you would save $100,000 a month. No one would double check the addition on an invoice and even if they did, it would only be a few pennies off which would not ring any alarm bills. It was an ingenious idea and Victor wondered why no one had thought of this earlier.
Victor finally allowed the staff to go home and take Sunday off. Victor told Hazel to stay back. Hazel had not wanted to speak to Victor after the ordeal and instead wanted to immerse herself in work. Victor unwillingly obliged but now that the work was completed he wanted to clear the air. Hazel stayed back to hear him out.
Victor started, “You put me in a tough situation yesterday with your disobedience. You are a great worker and have a ton of potential. Your only Achilles heel was that you cared too much about people that didn’t matter. They held you down and would have eventually led to your ruin. You had to be shown their deception and lack of loyalty. At the same time, I had to show them my authority and that no one could circumvent my orders. Humiliation works best in that respect. Your humiliation serves as your punishment, my unquestionable authority and a lesson to those of what happens if they displease me. Kill three birds with one stone. It is very effective as you could see from the ideas they brought forward to make the company more money.”
Hazel thought on his words. It was true how one humiliating event changed the entire office mindset and what they were unable to do in a week, they accomplished in a day. Yet, being on the receiving end of the humiliation was degrading.
“How am I supposed to show my face to all the workers after they saw me in that compromising position?”
“Wield your authority with a dominating hand and no one will dare bring this up. Use the chair to instill fear in your subordinates. Any of them could be sitting on the chair next if their work isn't up to your satisfaction.”
Hazel thought long and hard and decided to accept this new persona. She had already vowed to herself that she would not show compassion to others but maybe she needed to go one step further and be face of fear for her subordinates.
She acknowledged Victor's points and left the office on amicable terms.