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This story is a work of fiction and does not, in any way, condone sexual assault or violence.
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Danaâs Little Secret, Act II: âThe Side Gigâ
Dana and I were fucking so much now that we were doing it basically every day, and sometimes multiple times a day. Weâd bang in my office, the parkade, the bathrooms and pretty much every surface in my house. Nowhere was off limits, it seemed. She never gave any excuse to reject my advances and was always enthusiastic, but today was⊠different. She was just⊠sitting there on her couch, gazing a million miles away. She had barely even touched her wine glass.
Finally, I couldnât take it anymore.
âDana, is there something going on?â
âWhat?â
âItâs like youâre not even here. Are you okay?â
âIâm fine.â
âAre you sure? If you want to be alone, I can leave.â
âNo! I want you to stay.â
âAlright, but talk to me, please?â
I sat next to her and folded her hand into mine, bracing myself for what was about to be revealed.
âMike, I need to get some stuff off my chest. Youâre the only person at work who I really trust, and things are happening that I canât get a handle on by myself.âÂ
She proceeded to describe to me, in great detail, what had happened to her last night. At points, she was so overcome by the humiliation and anger that she had to stop and cry. I was absolutely floored.
Mike: âJesus, Dana! Thatâs⊠fucking insane! I didnât think that George would ever do something like that. Heâs always in such a good mood, always chatting with people⊠I should have known that there was something wrong.â
Dana: âThereâs more, Mike. George doesnât have all the facts, but it wonât stay that way for long. I have to act quickly if I have any hope of coming out of this on top, and I need your help.â
I paused, staring at the floor for a few moments.
Mike: âSo, what do we do?â
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One week laterâŠ
Dana wasnât about to let George have the upper hand here. After all, he had already shown all his cards. She, however, still had an ace in the hole and a couple of Hail Marys to go before she threw in the towel.
Unbeknownst to George, Dana was⊠something of a detective herself. This was her side gig â the secret that sheâd been going to ridiculous lengths to protect. As for Bill Masters, the man from her past? He was her handler, and he worked for a rival company, a detail which had the potential to torpedo Danaâs career. At this point, her main advantage was that, while George knew Billâs real name, he did not know the true nature of their relationship.
Georgeâs pride over the clever execution of his blackmail plan didnât last long. After a while, he began to question whether or not he jumped the gun. He became increasingly paranoid, reclusive and would avoid any interactions with Dana whenever possible. This did not go unnoticed.
Finally, after a gruelling week of working both of her jobs, full-time, Dana had enough to retaliate against George.
It was another late night, and George was closing up shop at the office. He was positive that he was the only one still there. After all, his heightened paranoia had led him to take extraordinary security precautions.
The elevator ride down to the parking garage was the longest he could remember. Finally, he arrived at his carâs floor and started walking briskly towards it. His head was on a swivel, and every little bump and creak along the way sent a jolt of adrenaline through his system.
When he finally got there, he paused for a moment â all kinds of scenarios were running through his head. He grabbed a flashlight from his briefcase. His eyes scanned throughout the passenger compartment, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. He looked in the engine bay. Nothing. He opened the trunk. Still nothing. In his typical meticulous fashion, he even got down on his hands and knees and checked underneath.
After several minutes of this, he was finally satisfied. He opened the driverâs door and locked it behind him. So far, so good. He started the car and, when it didnât blow up, he figured that he was in the clear.
Once he hit the open road, he started blasting his favourite songs â singing and dancing the entire time.
When he got home, he went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a stiff drink, something heâd been doing a little⊠too often lately. He walked into the living room, turned on the light, and was shocked to see someone sitting in his favourite chair. He dropped his glass, which shattered when it hit the tile floor. âDana? What the hell is this?!â George looked around, only to see that she was not alone.
âMike? Bill Masters?!â
Bill stood there, with a wicked smile that made Georgeâs look puerile in comparison.
âHey, buddy! Beautiful night for a country drive, donât you think? Sit down.â
Dana slowly walked around to face him. âSo⊠blew your load a bit early, did you? Too bad. We could have really had something if you werenât so hell-bent on gratifying yourself. You probably would have lasted longer the other night, as well.â
Bill and I chuckled. This was the moment that we had all been waiting for. Danaâs verbal beating was so meticulously calculated that George shriveled up like a prune.
âGod dammit! How the fuck did youâŠâ
âThatâs not important right now, George. All you need to know is that we are not going anywhere, we wonât be having any interruptions, and there is nothing that you can do about it.â
George was in full panic mode. He didnât want to admit it, but Dana was right â he was seemingly outmaneuvered on every front.
âOh, not so fun when youâre on the receiving end, is it?!â Dana smiled and laughed at her partners in crime, who were a little more sombre. After all, we were here for one very simple reason â to help her get even.
âNow, letâs talk about last week. Seems to me as though youâve done this before. Am I wrong?â
Dana looked over at Bill. They both nodded, and he opened the lid of the box that George had just now noticed was sitting on his dining room table. Bill proceeded to take out several files, each as large as the one George had served on Dana last week. All George could do was watch, petrified, as he saw his power over Dana slipping away. Bill walked back to stand beside her.
âAnswer the question, George!â He shouted, menacingly.
âThis proves nothing! Youâre just trying to scare me!â
âThatâs not what I fucking asked you,â Dana snapped back at him. Seems like youâre being a bit evasive, George!â
Dana nodded at me. I walked up to George and cuffed him to the chair he was sitting in. It had a metal frame â we had made sure of that.
âIâm not telling you shit. Do your worst!â
Dana smiled. Georgeâs petty scheming was all too transparent to her by now.
âOh, youâd like that, wouldnât you? See, Iâm taking a page out of your book. I would love to make you suffer and see you bleed, but, thankfully, I can see the big picture.â
Georgeâs head was spinning. He was trying, desperately, to figure out a way to get ahead of Dana and her crew. Finally, he decided to throw his last Hail Mary.
âIf I donât show up to work next week, all the dirt I have on you is going straight to Management.â
Dana chuckled and shook her head. We were still standing there, basically statuesque, but couldnât help but smile along with her.
âWho do you think signed off on this, huh!? They know everything, George! Who you are, who I am, why weâre all here. And guess what? I still have my job.â
She paused for a moment to let George collect his thoughts.
âFace it â youâre out of moves, and if you want to give yourself a fighting chance, itâs in your best interest to accept that.â
âFighting chance? What the fuck are you talking about?â
âWell, for one thing, youâll get to leave this house still breathing. Something which, I might add, I am not very thrilled about. Now choose! Are you going to play ball, or not?â
George sighed and stared at the ceiling. âYes, maâam.â
âNo. You say that again, and you look at me, this time!â
âYes, maâam!â
Dana was ecstatic and clapped her hands together rapidly. Her laughter was louder, and higher-pitched, than any of us were used to. It caught me off guard, but Bill was unfazed. Clearly, he knew things about her that I didnât.
âWell, well⊠A stunning reversal, wouldnât you say? Iâve been looking forward to hearing those words for quite some time. Now, tell me, George. Are you my little bitch?â
âYes, maâam.â
âAre you going to do everything we say?â
âYes, maâam.â
âGood. If you thought that last time was fun, you ainât seen nothinâ yet!â
Dana was really starting to come into her own as a dominatrix, and tonight, she was about to prove just how good she really was. She smirked and chuckled as she pictured how Molly might react to being upstaged in such a spectacular, diabolical manner. How unfortunate it was, Dana thought, that she would never be able to share this. She started walking around George in a slow circle, occasionally stopping to lightly caress his earlobes and neck. He shivered, as a chill ran down his spine and goosebumps formed on his skin.
âLet me ask you a question, George. Youâre heterosexual, correct?â
âUh⊠yeah, thatâs right.â
Dana laughed. âNot tonight, youâre not.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âOh, youâre going to find out. Alright, Bill. The floor is yours!â
âThank you, my dear.â
Bill walked up to George and started unzipping his pants.
âOpen your mouth.â
âPlease, donât do this!â
Bill gave George an open-palm slap across the face, just hard enough to really get his attention.
âI donât care if youâre as straight as Leonardo-fucking-DiCaprio! Youâre going to suck me off, and youâre going to like it. Donât even think about trying anything funny!â
George sighed. He knew, at that point, that he was completely under our control. âYes, sir.â
âThatâs a good boy! Now, whimper like I took the last cookie from the jar and gave it to your mama instead.â
He gagged and coughed as Bill started pushing his already hard cock into Georgeâs mouth. Bill smirked and chuckled.
âMight as well try to enjoy yourself, boy â this is gonna be a lot less painful if you do. Course, I donât really give a hoot, either way.â
âYes, sir.â
âGood. Now get that tongue nice and busy. Close your eyes if you have to.â
Bill grunted and moaned as his willing servant got to work. George was trying his hardest to imagine he was licking pussy, but Billâs noises were making that difficult.
âGod damn! Youâre pretty good at this. Donât tell me you never tried it before.â
I looked over at Dana, who, at this point, had her hand down her pants, her other hand on her tits, was squirming her hips around and biting her lip. She looked back at me and smiled.
âIâve never seen Billâs cock before, and itâs not for lack of trying, mind you. I canât even tell you how fucking hot this is for me right now.â
I smiled back at her. I was hetero myself, like George, so him giving Bill a blowjob wasnât really doing it for me. However, looking at how she was reacting to the whole thing was something else entirely. I moved in closer.
âHere. Let me take over for your left hand there.â
âOh fuck,â Dana closed her eyes as I slipped my hand down her pants and started to lightly massage all around her pelvis, over top of her panties. She was unbelievably turned on, more than Iâd ever seen.
My mind drifted slightly as I imagined how a therapist might analyze all this⊠you know, assuming she was actually thinking of going to one. Doesnât seem likely.
As I continued stroking her pelvis, I felt a wet spot on her panties, which continued to grow, and it wasnât long before her juice was soaking through. I lapped some of it up with two of my fingers and then started sucking them.
âYeah, Mike. That taste good?â
âMmm⊠you always taste good.â
Seeing this turned Bill on even more. He had never made any moves on Dana on account of the compromising professional position it would have put him in, being that there was a fundamental power dynamic to their relationship. While he was mostly gay, he had always secretly admired her, and not just because she was his brightest protégé. Now, he finally felt free to tell her the truth.
âThat looks pretty fucking hot, Dana.â
âOh yeah? Tell me how.â
âWell, I wish I was the one with a hand down your pants right now.â
âReally? You do? Wow, Bill, I never knew you felt that way.â
âAnd Iâd love to show you how well my fingers work. Why donât you come over here?â
As she walked over to him, I felt a twinge of jealousy roll over me, but I tried to stay cool and kept smiling. I said to myself: âWhy are you making a fuss over this, Mike? You work in what is, essentially, a sex cult full of swingers.â I took another sip from a beer I had taken from Georgeâs fridge and started stroking my cock, focusing solely on Danaâs pleasure.
She stood up and strolled over to Bill, who wrapped his free hand around her waist and started feeling her up. âOh, my God, Dana. You feel so good. Iâve fantasized about this for years!â
âMmm, me too!â
Bill started to pick up speed, gripping Georgeâs hair tighter, as he did. His moaning got louder, his breathing got faster, and he closed his eyes.
âYeah? You gonna cum down his fucking throat?â
âMm hmm. Iâm almost there, honey!â
Bill started really working Danaâs pussy at this point, and her yelping started to get louder.
âTry to keep it down, okay? I know itâs difficult, but we donât want the neighbours to hear.â
âOkay! Yeah, mmm, shove your cock all the way down inside that rat bastard!â
Bill gave George one last deep thrust â his cock started to twitch, and he emptied his load. Dana covered her mouth with her free hand to muffle her screams and came right along beside him, so much so that she had to sit down in a nearby chair to keep from losing her balance.
âSwallow it, boy! Every drop. I donât want you makinâ a mess on the floor, ya hear?â
George gagged a little but fought through it and did what he was told.
âGood boy. Now, clean up the rest.â
After he was done licking, Bill zipped his pants back up and then walked back over to sit on the couch. He looked over at me and asked, âWell? What should we do now?â As if he didnât already know. I laughed.
âHmm. You know, I donât think George has had quite enough yet. He needs a⊠second helping.â
âYou may be right, son. Why donât you go and see to Dana? She looks like she could use some⊠help of her own.â
âYouâre right about that,â Dana said, as she looked back towards me. âCome here, Mike.â
âDonât mind if I do,â I said, as we positioned ourselves in front of George. She pulled her panties to the side, which was uncharacteristic for her â there was a rushed desperation in her body language that turned me on even more. I had already made a mess in my boxers from all the pre-cum, and I didnât waste any time getting inside her. She started yelping and moaning with a fierce, lustful tone that was completely new to either of us.
âYeah! Fuck me harder!â
I was taken by surprise and, acting on pure instinct, I slowed down, doing the exact opposite of what she asked. âAre you sure? Weâve never done that before.â
âYes, Mike! Iâm sure! Give it to me, please!â
âOkay, baby. Here it comes!â
Not once in all the time weâd spent together had it ever felt so good! The raw passion and turbulent sea of emotions we were both swimming in heightened our pleasure to a whole new level. I wasnât even thinking about what Bill and George were doing â Iâd all but forgotten that they were even there. I was pounding Dana with a ravenous, angry energy that drove us both absolutely feral. She put her hand back over her mouth, her other on the back of Georgeâs chair â she wasnât going to give him the satisfaction of a bruise to show the cops later.
âOh, shit! Iâm cumming!â I said, as I slowed down, drawing out my climax. I made sure to pull out slightly so that my cum wasnât buried all the way in, something that I had an especially hard time doing right now. But her revenge took precedence over my pleasure, and I wasnât about to let her down now. We finally started to relax as the last drops of cum flooded out of my cock. We carefully inched our way forward so that Danaâs pussy was hovering over Georgeâs mouth.
âOpen up, bitch! Itâs time for dessert,â Dana ordered.
âYes, maâam.â
âNow, since youâve been so compliant for us, youâre gonna get a little⊠treat. I want you to gulp down every drop of Mikeâs cum.â
âYes, maâam.â
âWow, he almost sounds like a little puppy right now, hey? Whoâs a good boy?â
âI am.â
Dana giggled with delight as George dutifully obliged. This was the piĂšce de rĂ©sistance of the whole ordeal â she had finally reclaimed her dignity and pride and, to top it all off, had derived some pleasure out of it, as well. I walked around to face her as she got to work lapping up our juices off my cock. After she and George finished, she put her pants back on and gave her final ultimatum.
âOkay, George. Weâre done with you now. Before we go, however, you need to listen to what Iâm about to tell you very carefully.â
âYes, maâam.â
âWe were never here, this never happened, and if you breathe a word of it to anyone, I promise that youâll regret it!â
âYes, maâam.â
âNow, why donât you have a drink, George? Itâll wash that sour taste out of your mouth and help you sleep better.â
Dana nodded to Bill, who, unbeknownst to George, had already added a little extra⊠spice to his rum â a perfectly untraceable sedative that, if the government ever discovered in his possession, would almost certainly merit⊠severe consequences. George reluctantly gulped it down, but his head was spinning far too quickly to muster up any further protests.
âI have a little⊠confession. I was hoping that you would drop your glass earlier. Sure, this whole adventure would have been a lot quicker and easier if you hadnât, but whereâs the fun in that?â
âWhat do you mean, Dana? What the fuck did you⊠put⊠inâŠâ
George collapsed onto his couch. He wouldnât wake up again for several hours, and this would be his last time falling asleep a free man. Dana smirked, looked around the room, and brushed her hands together.
âWell, boys, that was fun! Wouldnât you agree?â
All we could do was smile and nod in response.
âAlright, Iâm dead tired. I havenât gotten a good nightâs sleep all week. Letâs clean this place up and then get the fuck out of here.â
After we were done, we all started walking towards the back door and Dana smiled at us, wrapping an arm around each of our waists. It had been an exceptionally productive week. Not only had Dana gotten her revenge on George, but she had also ruined his life and taken his place on the Damage Control team. This was, for her, a significant step up in the organization, and she was finally going to put all of her talents to good use.
âYou know, Mike? I wasnât sure that this was going to work for a while there. We took a really big risk by doing all this.â
âWell? You know what they say about risk, donât you?â
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