Awakening

Awakening

The day that changed everything started out like any other. She awoke to her alarm at half-past five, had breakfast, did her exercises, and headed for the shower. After blow-drying her hair and carefully applying makeup, she headed for the dresser to pick out what she would wear that day. That was when she got her first clue things were not quite as they should be.

Her underwear was missing.

Not all of it, mind you. Her bras were all there, as well as her slips and socks. But her panties were gone. All except one pair shoved in the very back of the drawer.

Had she not been in a hurry, Lena might have thought it strange that her panties were gone whevereverything else remained in place. However, she was running a bit late and there was a big meeting at the office that day, so she shrugged it off as a bizarre laundry mix up and resolved to speak to the cleaning service as soon as she had a chance. Now however, she was content to grab the last pair of underwear in the drawer and put them on.


She looked with distaste at the panties. She didn’t recognize them, which meant they were probably something her aunt had sent her for Christmas and, because of impracticality, had been shunted te bae back of the drawer. They certainly looked impractical. They were white bikinis, which would have been fine except that the cotton material seemed a bit thicker than one would have expected. Especially around the crotch: it was almost stiff there it was so coarse.

Still, she must wear underwear and these were her only choice, so she put them on. And she didn’t give another thought about them or the mysterious disappearance of her other panties until much later that morning. Then she couldn’t help thinking aboutm.
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She was sitting in her morning meeting when it happened.

At first, everything seemed normal. There was the usual discussion about profit margins and overhead, the typical slide shows that showed how best to cut the budget and save corporate dollars. Then one of the vice presidents stood up and delivered a spirited proposal, which normally would have held her rapt attention. But just as he began to speak, something strange happened.

A jolt—a tingle, really—shot through her suddenly. She jumped slightly, surprised by the sensation. However, it was gone so quickly that she couldn’t help but wonder if she imagined it. She turned back to the earnest young VP with determination.

Then it happened again. The area between her legs began to tingle softly then ache. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was happening. Then it hit her. Her panties were vibrating.
as as such an absurd notion that for a moment she almost laughed. It was ridiculous, really. She must be imagining things—after all, nothing was happening now. She much have been dozing and, somehow, come up with this incredible notion in a dream.

Then it happened again, longer this time and more forcibly, too. She could actually feel the vibrations traveling down her thighs, could just barely catch the faint humming sound emitted with each tremor.

Thinking that the vibrations were traveling from the floor to her seat, Lena shifted her chair. Several people glanced at her as the castors squeaked across the floor, and she blushed and quickly sat still. But the vibrations continued, went on and on this time until her heart began to pound. Feelings such as she had never known began to take hold of her—a strange sort of throbbing hotness settled itself around the core of the vibrations and she squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable and confused. bre breasts began to ache, her nipples hardening with some secret longing. She bit her lip and fought to control herself.

Yet the more she tried to ignore the sensations the stronger they became—and not just the sensations of her body but the vibrations, too. At first, it had been rather vague, punctuated by long gaps between shivers. As time went on, however, the pauses became shorter, the vibrating more intense, until sudden it came on so strong she cried out with it.

The room went suddenly quiet as twenty-five executives stared at her, obviously bewildered by the interruption to the meeting. Lena tried to keep still, to formulate some excuse that would satisfy their curiosity and allow her to continue with the meeting. But the panties buzzed more powerfully than ever, the arousal taking hold of her so completely she barely managed to speak at all.

“E—excuse me,” she stammered, pushing her chair back and standing up. “I—I’m not feeling to well. I think I need to go home.” She could feel their eyes on her as she gathered her things to go, but mercifully, the vibrating had stopped for the moment, allowing her to escape fairly smoothly.

She was planning to run to the ladies’ room, remove the panties, and then make tracks for home. However, just as she reached the hallway the buzzing began again, harder than ever. Her legs trem and and she had to grab the wall to keep from falling to the floor as she stumbled along, panting. The ladies’ room seemed miles away, but luckily, her office was not. She lurched inside it and closed the door.

“Stop, stop,” she whispered, staggering across the room. She grabbed the desk for support, doubling over as the buzzing became so strong she could actually see the front of her skirt jumping slightly.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the buzzing stopped.

Lena heaved a trembling sigh of relief. She waited a moment for the worst of the throbbing to fade then reached under her skirt, fully preparing to rip the panties off there and then.

A slight noise from the door prevented her, the soft click of a lock fastening into place. She whirled around—and immediately gasped with surprise. A tall, handsome man in a suit was leaning against her closed—and now locked—office door, smiling slightly at her.

Lena stared at him, outraged. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His expression never faltered. “Relax…I just camefor for a friendly visit.”

Lena stared at him, nonplussed. He was a relative newcomer to the company, she knew, a man within a couple of years of her own age. Something Chambers. He had asked her to dinner several times but she had always refused, considering herself too superior for the likes of him. She was in line to be a VP whereas he was still very much at the bottom of the corporate totem pole. She had barely spoken a dozen words to him in the three ms hes he had been here—and now he was smiling at her in that oddly familiar way.

“I don’t want a friendly visit,” she snapped at him, as irritated by his smile as by his presence. “Get out!”

“Oh…you don’t really mean that, do you?” he asked. “You seem to be enjoying it so much…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—” she began.

“This,” he said. He held up a small white object, rather like a miniature television remote control. “I’m talking about this.”

He pressed a button on the control and suddenly Lena’s panties began buzzing uncollabllably. She gasped and swallowed, trying hard to keep her wits about her as her most private areas began to shiver. “W—what—?”

“Yes,” he said softly. “I left those in your bureau for you, thought you could do with a bit of a pick-me-up…”

He began to approach her slowly, but Lena backed away.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” she said shakily, “but if you come another foot closer I’ll call security.”

He didn’t pay the slightest amount of attention to her threat, just kept coming as though he hadn’t heard her. Lena continued to back away until something hard hit the middle of her back—the edge of her desk. She had run out of room to run.

“I mean it!” she said hoarsely. “Stay away from me!”

“Shh…” he whispered, still smiling. “Just relax…”

He pressed anothettontton on the remote and the panties hummed faster, distracting her.

“N—no,” she said. “I’ll—I’ll call…”

The rest of her sentence melted away as her throat closed up. Her hips began undulating seemingly of their own free will. For an instant, just an instant, she was completely unaware of anything except the aching of her own sex. In that instant, Chambers moved forward. Without her even realizing what he was doing, he snapped something on her wrist, forced her hands behind her back, and snapped something on her other wrist. Handcuffs. He had handcuffed her hands behind her back.

Immediately, Lena came back to herself. She jerked first one arm, then the other, struggling to free herself. It was no use. Chambers had snapped the bracelets on so tightly they pinched her flesh, and the chain was so short her wrists had barely two inches between them when she pulled it taught. She couldn’t free herself.

Chambers seemed amused by her efforts. “How does it feel?” he asked softly. “After so many months of being so high-and-mighty, how does it feel to be completely under my control? Completely…helpless…” He ran a finger across her lips softly.

“Son of a bitch,” she spat. “Let me go—let me go or I’ll—”

Without a word, he pressed a button on the remote. The vibrator switched into high gear, buzzing so loudly even Lena’s sharp cry of surprise couldn’t drown it out. She bit her lip, rocked her hips. It felt—it felt so—so strange—so good. What was happening to her?

Laughing softly, Chambers switched the vibrating back to low, and then stuffed the remote into his pocket. “See,” he purred. “I knew you would enjoy this…” His fingers reached for the buttons of her suit jacket, began slowly undoing them one by one.

Lena thought about kicking him in the balls, but honestly what good would that do. Even if she brought him to his knees the door was locked, and she couldn’t open it so long as her hands were bound behind her back. She would have to think of something else.

Chambers spread her jacket open—he couldn’t remove it because of the handcuffs—and began toying with the front of her blouse. Knowing what he was about to do, Lena cried hoarsely, “I’ll scream for help! Someone will come!”

Grasping either side of her blouse, Chambers gave a sharp jerk. There was a ripping sound as the buttons gave way from the fabric, clattering to the floor and rolling in every direction. Her blouse fell open, exposing a wide V of flesh to his licentious gaze.

“Go ahead and scream,” he said coolly. “I don’t mind people seeing this if you don’t.”

Lena flushed darkly. She didn’t want anyone seeing her like this, let alone her coworkers. She worked too long and hard to let them find her handcuffed and half-naked with this pervert. She knew enough about them to know they would not see her as a helpless victim in this, no matter what the evidence to the contrary. They would think her involved in some kinky sex game—would revel in discussing it, laughing at her behind her back. She couldn’t bear that.

Chambers smiled at her expression, knowing full well that he had won. He fingered with he edges of her blouse, spreading it open even wider. “Nice…” he told her, examining her breasts critically. “Much better than I expected. Those suits make you look so flat, but these are quite ample….”

He traced the lacy edge of her bra with his fingertip and unwillingly her nipples hardened at the touch. She didn’t want to like his touch, but the vibrator—she couldn’t help it. She longed to lean into his touch, to feel his hands all over her.

Horrified by her own response, Lena tried to twist away from him.

Chambers would not allow retreat. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her around the desk with him. He sat down on her leather office chair and pulled her with him, on top of him so that she was straddling his lap, her legs folded on the seat beneath her, making her even more helpless. She could feel his excitement—hard and huge—pressing into her still-vibrating center.

“I’ll see that you rot in jail for this!” she threatened him. But her voice was a hoarse whisper. She was too afraid of being caught like this to scream, and though she tried to fight him, it was impossible to do with her arms chained and hegs egs folded beneath her. He had won and they both knew it.

Her skirt—already rather short—had ridden up slightly when he pulled her on top of him, and now Chambers slid his hands beneath it, stroking her stocking-clad thighs and pushing the skirt up even higher, until it was rucked up over her hips. He pulled and tore at the waist of her pantyhose, effectively shredding the thin material.

“I never did anything to you!” she said desperately. “Why are you—?”

He smiled. “You’re so uptight, Blackwell. I’m doing you a favor…teaching you to have a little fun for once.”

His hands continued their wanderings—up her thighs, over her buttocks. He touched her roughly, proprietarily, as though she were not a person but an object with which for him to amuse himself. As he touched, he murmured a running commentary on her body.

“Firm thighs…oh…nice tight little ass…” He reached for her breasts, playing with them as he had everything else, squeezing, and rubbing as though by right, as though he owned them. “Big, round tits…oh yeah…very nice…”

Her only comfort was that he could not remove her bra because it fasted in the back and her arms were in the way. She thought perhaps if he unchained her to remove the bra then she would have a chance to fight back.

The same thought must have occurred to Chambers, however, because instead of trying to remove her bra he simply pulled the scissors from her desk and cut the front of her bra in half. The cups fell, dangling helplessly at her sides, baring her breasts for him to examine.

“Well, well, well,” he said mockingly, rolling his thumbs across her erect nipples. “Look at them just aching for it…”

She tried to spit on him. “Bastard!”

He reached into his pocket, flicked a button, and moments later the panties began buzzing loudly. His erection was pressing the vibrating crotch even harder against her swollen trigger, she she could not prevent a small moan escaping at the sensation. “Please—” she begged, squirming, trying to rid herself of the unwanted tingling. “Don’t—please—”

“Oh, I’ll please,” he whispered. “Never you fear…”

He leaned down, his lips closing over one aching nipple even as his hands fondled her ass and the vibrator tickled her wet pussy. He began sucking her, nipping her with his teeth, drawing so hard on her erect tip that she thought she could feel it all the way down, between her legs, where the vibrating was.

“No…” she said. But it came out a soft groan. She jerked at her restrai tri tried to push herself from his lap. Yet at the same time, she tilted her head back, her hips moving, rubbing against his lap. For the first time in her life, she was aroused—so aroused she felt she couldn’t bear it. His rough, loveless groping was as much of a turn-on as the vibrator, and though she desperately wanted him to stop, she wanted him to go on, too. She felt torn between the desires of her mind and body, writhing on his lap, trying to escape even as she moaned with pleasure as tos touch.

His hands followed the curve of her buttocks, rubbing and grasping; but he didn’t remove her underwear. The panties were his power over her and both of them knew it. Without them, she might still be aroused by his touch, but would have enough sense of reality to fight him in earnest—or to follow through on her threat and scream—so for the time being he left them on.

“Tell me you want it,” he grunted to her, lifting his head from her breast to stare directly into her eyes.

Lena flushed, humiliated because it was true.

“N—no,” she insisted.

His hand slipped into her panties, feeling the wetness and heat. “Tell me.”

“No!”

He stood up abruptly, easily lifting her with him. Her legs dangled helplessly at his sides, her buttocks supported by the crook of his arm as he kicked the chair away. With a sweep of his arm he cleared her desktop—computer, papers, files crashing to the floor. Then he threw her down on the bare, hard surface. Her back collided painfully with the hands still bound behind it, her nails digging into her backside even as the handcuffs dug into her wrists. Despite the scraps of clothing that still clung to her body, she was as exposed as she had ever been. Her jacket, blouse, and bra were ripped open, spread wide to reveal her heaving breasts. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her pantyhose completely gone but for a few shreds hanging from her waist. The panties covered her fully, but they were buzzing softly, eliciting moans and a wetness that soaked them through. She might as well have been completely nude.

Standing at the end of the desk, Chambers regarded her with a slow,suousuous smile. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, the zipper on his trousers purring open. He wasn’t wearing underwear and the pants slid smoothly over his hips, exposing him completely.

Lena tried not to look at him, but she couldn’t help it. Her eyes were drawn irresistibly to his pulsing, erect penis. It was long and thick, almost purple with desire, wet at the tip. He saw her looking and ran his fingers over the shaft suggestively, tickling his own balls. She tried to look away but couldn’t. She couldn’t even resist when he ran the tip over her chest, pushing it in the cleft between her breasts, his hips rocking suggestively. She wanted him to stop but when she tried to tell him, all that came out was a low moan.

With mocking slowness, Chambers slid the still vibrating panties down her legs. He threw them away like so much trash and placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs.

“No…” she whispered. But the plea was lost in the sound of her own panting as the head of his penis touched her opening. Before she could renew her protests, he sank in, his bulk stretching her impossibly, filling her completely.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked. He grabbed her breasts as though they were handles placed there for his support, squeezing and pulling them as he began thrusting into her.

She tried not to make a sound as he drove in, but she couldn’t help it. He seemed to be igniting a fire over her body, his rough sex awakening the animal in her so that she screamed just as he promised she would. Screamed and moaned for him, her back arching above her chained hands, her legs seizing him. It went on and on until she exploded in a frenzy of desire, jerking with spasms of lust. Her voice wailed a toneless song of release.

He pulled out abruptly and, for one wild moment, she thought it was over. But no. He flipped her over onto her stomach, came at her from behind, pushing into her like an animal. Her cuffed hands were pressed against his chest; she could have clawed him if she chose. But the thought never even occurred to her as he continued his savage in-and-out, one hand fondling her breasts, the other rubbing furiously at her slippery clit. Instead, she came again, even harder than before. Her face bumped the desktop as she bucked, but she didn’t notice. She wasn’t aware of anything but his hands on her, his throbbing cock inside her.

He came soon after, spilling his hot desire into her without a sound. When it was over he did not linger, but pulled out of her and reached for his trousers. When he was fully dressed again, he pulled a key from his pocket and, without fanfare, unlocked her handcuffs. He did not speak to her at all—simply pocketed the key and cuffs, and left the room.

When he was gone, Lena slid down from her desk and slowly made her way to the mirror on the back of her office door. Her hair had escaped its tight bun and fell to her shoulders in a tangled mass; her makeup was smudged. Her jacket was all right, but her blouse did not have a single button; it hung open over her naked breasts and torn bra. Her wrinkled skirt was pushed up over her hips and only the waist and a few ribbons of silk remained of her stockings, no panties.

As she stared at her ravaged, unfamiliar reflection, a strange thing happened: Lena began to smile. Though she had not planned or even wanted it, she had been awakened—and she was glad.

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