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Subject: {ASSM} 'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave' - Part Fourteen
Date: Thu, 11 May 2000 15:10:06 -0400
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'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave' - Part Fourteen
By Christine Stevenson,
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.html
Copyright 1986-2000 Christine and David Stevenson
Karin waited in total silence, knowing the thoughts that must be
whirling through his mind as he pondered the alternatives open to
him. But She knew he would eventually opt for such a little thing
rather than all the other possibilities.
When She heard him scrabbling under the front of Her desk, She
swivelled Her chair around and pulled it forward, tucking Her
lower body under the desk. Picking up the telephone, She said:
"Well, get on with it. Apologise properly."
As Donal mumbled apologies under the desk, Karin dialled Vivian
in the legal department.
"O.K." She said simply when Vivian answered.
Vivian entered Karin's office moments later. As Karin talked to
Her, She ordered Donal to be silent.
Vivian handed Karin the contracts She had been preparing and
Karin handed Her the signed confession and all the other files.
Karin said:
"The creep has confessed and signed this, put it in the legal
department safe for Me, will You?"
Vivian took the papers and grinning turned to leave. Karin called
after Her:
"Oh! and Vivian, give Inspector Cleaves a ring and tell him we
won't be needing him after all."
"Oh shit! What kind of a place is this?" Donal thought.
Of course, it suddenly struck him what Shedom meant. She Dom.
This bitch was kinky and he had fallen right in Her trap. Karin
opened Her legs slightly and reached under the desk. Grabbing his
hair, She pulled his face between Her knees and clamped them
shut. Now he remembered where he had heard that voice before, it
couldn't be? That bitch last night, one and the same, impossible!
She had known his address! But how? Of course, the security
reports, they had mentioned the club too. Why though? Why go to
all that trouble? Maybe She checked me out first to see if She
fancied me? She certainly doesn't behave as though She fancies
me! Still, there has to be a reason.
"Now for your training" Karin released him and kicked him out
from under the desk "Stand up and strip off, wanker."
As he stood he looked Her in the eyes for the first time.
"It is You! What are You up to? What the hell are You playing
at?"
Karin stood and strode around the desk towards him.
"Manners, creep!" She hissed, as She struck him on the neck with
the edge of Her hand.
Donal woke to find himself naked in the boot of a car. Well,
almost naked, something was around his waist. A strap of some
sort, with two more around the tops of his legs. he pulled at
them but they wouldn't budge.
Karin ordered the chauffeur to pull in as they reached the forest
that surrounded Her cottage in the country. Then She ordered him
to open the boot, which he did by means of a switch on the
dashboard. It was dark, but Donal clambered out gingerly and
looked around. he heard a window wind down electronically and
walked to the side of the car. he saw Karin fiddle with something
and he felt pain shoot through his rear.
"Follow the car, wanker, or you will get more of this" She said
as more pain shot through his testicles. "If you keep up, then
when we arrive I might let you have a treat."
Then She flicked the system on to pleasure mode for five seconds.
As She ordered the chauffeur to drive on, She gave him another
stab of pain to spur him into action. Donal trotted obediently
after the Rolls which purred along at a steady ten miles an hour
and he could see Karin sipping at a drink in the lighted rear
compartment.
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