Chapter 13: Blackmail & Bulls

Blackwell sat at her desk contemplating her next possible series of moves. She scheduled a meeting with Duncan, which was only ten minutes away, and she was jotting down every aspect of her demise that was directly related to Fillmore’s actions earlier in the day. If she was forced to suffer the consequences of her humiliation, she would eventually deal with the other players involved, but if Duncan agreed with her, there would be hell to pay. He buzzed her desk.

“Are you ready?”

“Give me five minutes, I need to check something,” Blackwell replied.

She scoured the payroll and narrowed it down to a half dozen names from the EID system. She had used the secret camera system in the hallway on the 40th floor to capture as many images as possible of the scrawny programmer that she was forced to blow. Now the Ai processor was narrowing down the possible candidates. Once she had the name and the necessary “insurance”, she would simply delete all of the footage captured earlier. The file popped up. Alexander Fredrickson. Not good. He was the grandson of an important board member. This would take more time and resources than she had anticipated. At least she had the name. Now the hard part.

“How was your visit? What did the doctor say?” Blackwell asked as soon as she entered Duncan’s office.

“It’s fine. She didn’t even break the skin. Labs came back clear and no more office visits. I guess we found her threshold,” Duncan said laughing.

“Maybe. Have you heard from the dungeon? I know it’s still early,”

“No, but let’s have a little look, shall we?”

Duncan pressed the button and a giant monitor dropped from the ceiling. He pointed the remote at it and immediately the screen was filled with twelve individual feeds from different cameras. Six were devoted to the dungeon where Bernadette was currently being pulled back from finishing up another round of orgasms. Once the chain stopped she lay face down on the floor, her body heaving and spasming from the intense series of stimulation sequences.

“I wonder...” Duncan paused.

“How she would do with edging?” Blackwell answered.

“Yes. That’s what I’m wondering. If we increase her dosage and keep the same regiment, but do not let her cum, I wonder how long before she would be begging for release? Can you order that?” Duncan asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course. I would suggest changing the regiment to every half hour. That might give us the results faster?”

“I like that! What do we need?” Duncan asked.

“Just give the command and it starts one half hour from now,” Blackwell said smiling. “We need to monitor her closer than we did Beth though. This can’t end the same way. She’s useless to us now and Bernadette is much more valuable. You saw how the board reacted. They want her.”

“True. Have her checked every ten minutes and reports sent to you hourly. By tomorrow morning we should have our answer and we can proceed with getting her to where she needs to be,” Duncan said. “Now, what happened on forty this morning. I want the truth.”

“Well, everything was fine until your big tittied pseudo-alpha dick girl decided to go rogue. I accepted the task, but I thought they would pull back. He’s got a vendetta. Sorry, she’s got a vendetta, but I haven’t figured out why or against whom. I thought it was me, but this little stunt afterwards makes me think it might be you or a board member. She had someone filming me wash the windows from a helicopter. I’ve already compromised the footage and paid off the pilot and crew. I have one other loose end, but what do you want to do about Fillmore? She’s obviously a liability. Is she tied to anyone here?” Blackwell asked.

“Nope. Rid him. Make it quick, like this afternoon quick. She’s outlived her usefulness here. What’s your loose end?” Duncan asked.

“A kid named Alexander Fredrickson. He’s related to a board member. He was in the hall when I was crawling back. He stepped up and made me suck his tiny dick. Ironically, I wanted to bite it off,” Blackwell said, studying Duncan’s reaction. He laughed, so she did as well. “What do you want to do with him?”

“I’m not certain. His grandfather is a reasonable man, but if we could keep from involving him I’d rather go that route. Do you have a suggestion?” Duncan asked.

“I want to dig some more. If we make him into a cuck, he could be useful,” Blackwell said thinking hard.

“Well, we obviously can’t fire the kid, but I’m always up for good creative cuck building exercise. Finish your dig and let me know what you need. Did you at least enjoy any of it?”

“Absolutely. Maxwell’s cock is amazing, and he knows how to use it. I never thought that sniveling little rat would be worth anything, but he got me off. I was completely stuffed between him and Fillmore. Some of the best use of my holes in a while, but now Fillmore’s in my head and I’m going to need some time. I may need a session,” Blackwell admitted.

“Therapy?” Duncan asked, suddenly alarmed.

“Hypnosis. Possibly. I’m not sure. I’ll let you know.”

“Are you sure everything is covered? You have nothing to prove Liza. You can retire from here and still run anything you want from anywhere? You could update the Dragon? You could move to the Swiss Alps like you’ve always talked about? He’ll, you could buy an island and never work another day. Hire a Master that makes you do all the embarrassing shit you want. He’ll, you could hire Maxwell and suck his dick every day for the rest of your life. Whatever you want. I’ll back you up.”

“I’m not there yet. Let’s take care of Fillmore and this Alex kid and see where we are. If I’m in the way we can talk about it then,” Blackwell said sternly.

The familiar sound of the chain made Bernadette smile. While she was exhausted from the physical toll of over fifty orgasms, if her math was even close, she knew it wasn’t like having to endure physical labor without a reward. Money meant nothing now. Fashion and things were just a means to play the game. The humiliation and the orgasms that accompanied it were the prize.