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   Warning: This work of fiction contains graphic and sometimes violent
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   Some things are not meant for everyone.  This story is one of those
things.

   Subcontractor Chapter One: Shocking by Subjukate

   "Mrs.  Murphy.  Welcome.  Follow me please."

   They were walking down a very long and ornate walkway.  Arched windows
provided a perfect view of manicured lawns and an old tree that must have
been four hundred years old.  The marble floor was not tiled; it was cut
from one single slab.  It was cold beneath her bare feet.  It was cold
beneath everyone's feet.  Nobody wore shoes in Hadyn Hunter's house.

   Mrs.  Murphy followed the long-haired, yet well-manicured house manager
through rooms with cathedral ceilings, cracking plaster, and crown molding
so old that those in power actually wore crowns when they were created.

   Her head was bowed.  She walked slowly and placed one foot in front of
the other.  Her hips were small and she seemed frail.  She was perfectly
silent until the house manager asked her, "Do you shock easily, Mrs. 
Murphy?"

   Again, she did not look at him.  "I prefer not to be shocked, but no, I
do not shock easily."

   "Ah, good."

   "May I ask why one would pose such a question prior to a contractual
meeting?"

   The house manager laughed and said, "The meeting started at the front
door." And then he added, "Mr.  Hunter is negotiating with Mrs.  Hunter. 
She is in his office right now, and he has requested that I let you in
before she leaves.  One never knows what to expect with a man of such
wealth and power, and so since you are obviously a lady of some refinement,
I thought it would be appropriate to ask."

   They stood at the door to Mr.  Hunter's office.  The house manager took
this moment to square his position to hers and address her directly.  He
did not do this earlier and it struck her as odd that he would do it now.
She gazed at him, and he had to smile.

   Mrs.  Murphy had the most sparkling blue eyes.  Her hair and general
appearance were unkempt, but she was clean and he liked the way she
smelled. By some standards, Mrs.  Murphy would be considered relatively
appealing, but the thing the house manager liked most about her were her
feet.

   They were flawless.  Perfect toes, graceful arch, not a callus in sight.
They excited him, and in that moment before he opened the door for her, he
knew by the tilt of her chin and the strength in her shoulders that she
would be well-suited to his household.

   "Once this door is opened, Mrs.  Murphy, you may not leave without being
dismissed.  To leave without dismissal will result in dire consequences. 
If for any reason you would like to be dismissed you must ask Mr.  Hunter
for permission.  Are we clear?"

   "I understand."

   The house manager held the door open.  It was a good thing that he
opened the door for her because it was clearly of considerable weight and
the hinges were likely as old as the tree on the lawn.  It made a horrible
sound, like the wailing of women.

   Mrs.  Murphy stepped inside, and the door closed behind her.  Once the
door was shut and her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she realized that the
wailing she had thought made by the hinges of the door was coming from an
actual woman.

   .......with an actual man.

   On the desk.

   HIS desk.

   The woman had been bound to his desk.  It did not sway with the movement
between them.  Her hands were cuffed with lambswool and Velcro.  Each of
her limbs was tied to a ball-and-claw foot of his desk with long cords,
formerly belonging to the drapery.  The woman's torso was longer than the
width of the desk, so her head hung off the edge.  Her face was down, and
her backside up.

   Mrs.  Murphy studied the situation.  The woman had to have been wearing
heels to have an upward tilt like that.

   Further back, the man was mindlessly fucking her.  He did not realize
there was a newcomer, and Mrs.  Murphy was not of a mind to distract him.
He was deeply engrossed with his own pleasure and oblivious to her entrance
and the silence of the woman he was arduously grinding.

   Mrs.  Murphy sat down and watched them without dismay.

   He was not interested in the satisfaction of the woman he had bound to
his desk.  He was interested solely in his own orgasm.  He pummeled her
with his face to the ceiling, holding her hips to increase the depth of his
plunge.

   They did not speak to each other, which Mrs.  Murphy found odd.

   He continued his rhythm, sometimes mumbling to himself, simple words and
small phrases: "Oh," he'd mutter.  "Such a hot cunt."

   Mrs.  Murphy noticed after a moment, that it was as if the woman were
part of his desk, some sort of appliance whose sole existence revolved
around the receiving of his cock.  At some point he noticed the new
presence, and how they were being studied.  He smiled and began a graceful
execution of bringing himself to climax.

   He began slamming into her with the full force of his body weight.  The
woman began breathing more quickly, and her hands clenched the corded
straps.

   "OH dear God!" she whispered.

   His piling grew greater in force.  The desk began to rock with their
collisions.  "Your cunt is too loose.  Tighten." He ordered.

   His face grimaced in intense pleasure with her unseen response.  He
sighed deeply, then withdrew.

   He seemed to savor the woman's obvious disappointment.  Carefully, he
slapped her mound, meticulously assuring that her clitoris fell precisely
between two fingers.  He slapped her four times, increasing the force with
each blow.  Her breathing quickened and she began to stifle her own moans.

   "You want to cum, Merri?" he asked her wickedly.  Her head nodded and
red hair rippled in response.

   "Tighten," he said to her again.  He jammed into her suddenly, and she
made the oddest of yelping sounds.

   Mrs.  Murphy could hear the tell-tale slick sounds of a wet cunt and
powerful man.  He really enjoyed sex while standing up.  He placed his
hands on his wife's hips and steadied her while pulling himself in.  She
studied the practiced movement of his hips, and marveled when she saw his
muscles in his backside ripple when he drilled into his wife.

   From time to time he'd reach beneath her and do something to her breasts
that made her wince and sometimes groan.  He'd force his thumb into her
mouth and then neatly press it into her asshole.  "Your cunt is not tight
enough," he said.

   The woman's face raised, and for the first time Mrs.  Murphy could see
her features.  She was gripping his cock with all the strength she had.  He
would drive into her mercilessly, pulling the outer lips with the in
stroke, pinching them when he withdrew.

   She was unable to hold back from that.  It was obvious that Mrs.  Hunter
was near orgasm.  The back of her neck and back were flushed.  Mr.  Hunter
was busy studying his wife's responses.  It was almost as if he were more
concerned than sexually excited.  He was not out of control as one would
normally be in such situations.  On the contrary, his every action
controlled Mrs.  Hunter's response.  He was clearly in thought and Mrs. 
Murphy tried to imagine what he could be thinking.  He then looked up at
her and asked, "Would you hold her head, please?"

   Mrs.  Hunter was wildly struggling against the soft cords, and moaning.

   Then Mr.  Hunter stopped and withdrew.  "You will come when I give it to
you."

   Mrs.  Murphy stood up from the chair.  She contemplated the strength of
the desk itself.  It must have been reinforced to support such a weight yet
sway so little.  She turned her back to Mr.  Hunter and rested her backside
on the edge of the antique desk.  Over her shoulder, she looked at him
without smiling and carefully took Mrs.  Hunter's red hair into her hand.
Using the hair, she held her head level to the floor.

   Mr.  Hunter opened a drawer on the left side of his desk.  "I am not
satisfied with the tightness that has been provided," he observed absently.

   He reached into the drawer and placed a black butt plug on the desk.  It
had a button at the base.

   He forced his thumb into her mouth again, and wetted her asshole again.
Carefully he pressed both thumbs into her one at a time.  The lady fought
to remain silent but failed.  She bit her lip on a muffled cry while
pressing herself into the table trying to get away.

   He was offended that she would do this and he slapped her ass with such
force that Mrs.  Murphy was sure it would leave a mark.  The lady quieted.

   As he brought it to her backside, he made absolutely certain she could
feel its exact location.  He teased her with the nearness of it to that
place she didn't want it to go.  He hit the button at the base of the butt
plug and it whirred against her skin.  The lady began struggling against
the hand that held it.  "No!" she whimpered...

   "I know you didn't like it last time...  but I will be more careful." He
massaged her clitoris for a moment and then caressed the mark he made.  He
pressed his face to the curve of her ass and said, "You are a good and
dutiful wife, Merri, and I will use you as I please, even if you don't like
what I do to you."

   He contemplated.  Merri didn't like the butt plug.  Her asshole was
small and he had never broken it in.  This particular plug, the electrical
one, made her uncomfortable.  Clearly Merri was tired, as they had been at
it for hours, and she'd refused to come for him earlier.  It was possible
that Merri could be so exhausted that she would be unable to climax with
the unfamiliar object buried deep inside her.

   He stood again with his cock in one hand and the butt plug in the other.
He turned to his guest and said, "Mrs.  Murphy?  You are Arcanna Murphy,
correct?  Don't let go of her head.  Brace your arm if you have to."

   He pulled his office chair underneath him and sat down.  This brought
him to eye level with his wife's raging sex.  He smiled.  Ohhh, how he
loved oral sex!

   He kissed the inside of her thigh; Mrs.  Hunter made no sound.

   Mr.  Hunter carefully sucked her sex into his mouth, like sucking fruit.
Using his hands he opened it and pushed his finger inside her.  He probed
carefully and pressed against her clitoris from inside her body.  He used
his lips to caress it from outside.

   Mrs.  Hunter began a rhythmic movement in response to his sucking.  He
would press into her and suck her clit very carefully.  Then he would pull
his finger back and let go of the bud.

   He did this several times until Merri was panting and struggling for
deeper penetration.  He took her clit into his mouth again and massaged it
with his lips.  He pressed into her again, and massaged the G-spot more
strongly than before.

   "What I want," Hayden told Mrs.  Murphy, "is to feel the vibrating of
the butt plug while fucking her." He carefully began to work the butt plug
into his wife's ass.  Her cunt was weeping, so he lubricated her more fully
as he worked it into her.  Merri was more pliant this time, but she was
alarmed when he first penetrated her.  Still, he failed to notice her
concern, and pressed it into her and drew it out, until it finally rested
on the anchor and refused to enter any further.

   "Yes," he said as he pressed a few fingers into his wife's sex, "This is
tight enough."

   He withdrew his fingers, stood, and licked them as he positioned
himself. Carefully he pressed his head into her.  He waited for her to
adjust to the fullness of it, then he withdrew, wiggled the butt plug
inside her.  She squirmed but still said nothing.

   Again, he forced his cock into her, only deeper this time.  He was
careful to note how he could feel the vaginal walls part as his cock
slipped into her.  The deeper he went, the greater the resistance.  This
was the sensation he was seeking.  He sighed contentedly, withdrew, and
thumped the butt plug.  This time there was no response.  A simple
stillness.

   He smiled and then drove into her deeply, this time losing himself in
the hotness and wetness of it.  When he was into her as far as he could go,
he grabbed a nipple with one hand and pressed the button at the base of the
butt plug with the other.

   Mrs.  Hunter's head jerked and Mrs.  Murphy held it tightly.  "Oh!"

   Once it was on, and he was certain that she had acclimated to its
intrusion, he stood again and entered her from behind.

   She was very wet and very hot, and very ready.

   He could feel the vibration of the butt plug through the thin wall.  He
smiled and asked Mrs.  Murphy, "Can you feel it vibrating?  The tightness
of her cunt forces it to vibrate around my cock.  It's like it's drawing
the cum out of me." His eyes shut tightly as his wife gripped him
unexpectedly.  "This is my favorite household appliance," he went on,
slowly entering her and then pulling back.  He made note of the fullness
she must feel, and was much more careful since she had not done this before
successfully.

   If he made her cum, she would contract like that again and with greater
force.

   One hand slipped beneath her ass and held open the lips of her sex.  "I
wonder if we will need the dog to clean up."

   Mrs.  Murphy smiled.  Mr.  Hadyn was indeed very clever.  She could see
why her friends had referred her to him.  She hoped that she would have the
opportunity to stay.

   He exited, then entered her again much more slowly.  His wife sighed and
he said "Take it...  Take it because I tell you."

   He exited and entered again with a more fluid motion.  "Yess....You can
do this."

   And then he began the simple execution of sex with his wife from behind.
He moved more quickly when her breath picked up.  He began that tell-tale
muttering beneath his breath...

   "Yeah...take it.  Suck the sperm out of me."

   He began to piston inside of her.  His cock was ravaging her and the
vibration of the butt plug only made him more excited.  He could feel the
orgasm building deep inside him, and he knew that with one small movement
of his absolute control she would cum all around him in one vibrating
vise-like grip.

   He pressed into her again and massaged her distended clitoris that was
vibrating with the beat of the butt plug.  It took one small slap.

   Powerful muscles at the base of his cock grabbed him in an attempt to
hold him immobile while the rest of her drew out of him the very thing she
wanted.  It rippled up the shaft, deeper than before.  Her whole vaginal
cavity contracted around him, but the butt plug mercilessly massaged his
cock further.  It was evil.  It was wicked.  It was a machine forcing him
to cum.

   He gushed uncontrollably inside her, greasing the passage further and
increasing the sensation around his member.  This drove him further, and
forced him to grunt as he finished with her.

   When she was through and he had pulled back from her, she lay on his
desk whimpering.

   He massaged her back and said sincerely, "I love you." He kissed the
skin between her shoulder blades and continued, "You are good to me.  You
are obedient, and I will never love anyone as much as I love you.  Was that
the way you wanted it?"

   There was a mumbled, "Yes." And then a ragged sigh.

   Mrs.  Murphy let go of her captive's head carefully.  Hadyn said, "Would
you be so kind as to get those?" He pointed to the cords.

   "Yes, sir."

   Mrs.  Murphy kneeled and untied his wife's hands.  She noted that
indeed, Mrs.  Hunter was wearing impossibly high black leather pumps There
was a thin scrap of underwear still on her right leg.  Mrs.  Hunter's
clothes were nowhere to be seen.

   "Thank you," Merri whispered.

   "May I sit in the chair again?" Mrs.  Murphy asked.

   "Sure."

   Mrs.  Murphy sat in the chair across from his desk.  She watched him pin
his wife to his desk with one hand while he salved her backside where he
made the mark.  "Stop moving around!" he demanded.

   He raised each heeled foot and removed each shoe.  He massaged the
calves of her legs while she rested there with her backside at his eye
level.  He delighted in the smell of her.

   When he was done, he checked her wrists and ankles for marks, then he
picked up his phone.  "Jack, could you bring in a bathrobe and slippers for
Mrs.  Hunter?"

   Jack entered and helped Merri out of the room.  When they were alone,
and Mr.  Hunter was dressed again, he smiled at her as if none of it had
happened.

   They tell me that you are capable of wiring my house so that all of my
computers will talk to each other.  Is that true?  Can you do that?"

   "Yes.  I can."

   "My house is several hundred years old.  Is that going to be a problem?"

   "I don't know yet," Mrs.  Murphy said, "I need to examine its
architecture."

   "I see.  Well, there is another contractor who said that he can do it
without a problem.  Why can't you do that too?"

   "Because I need to see the architecture.  I can't propose anything until
I know more about the building." She was persistent.

   "If I gave you the blueprints would that help?" he inquired.

   "Certainly."

   "Well then, you'll be staying a few days, I gather."

   "That would be the logical progression of events, yes."

   "I will have Jack prepare a room for you then."

   "Thank you, I'd be grateful for that."

   They looked at each other for a moment.  He had hazel eyes and dark
blond hair.  He smiled at her.

   "Will that be all, Mr.  Hunter?" she asked.

   "Yes, you've done enough for me for now.  If you'd like to leave, you
may.  I will have Jack meet you outside."

   Mrs.  Murphy rose and went to the door.  It opened for her again, but it
did not make the noise like it did before.  Jack held it open waiting for
her exit.

   "Mrs.  Murphy?" Hadyn said, "I can see that you will make an excellent
subcontractor.  You work well under pressure."

   Copyright 2001.  All rights reserved by subjukated.  You may not alter
the content of my writings in any way shape or form under any
circumstances. I am not responsible for any actions taken due to the
content of my writing.  If you feel that you have reached this Copyright
text in error....  Oh wait.  Never mind.

   Authoress Contact Information: Subjukated@aol.com ; AIM nick:
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