Dirty Little Secret
Drity Little Secret
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Title: Dirty Little
Secrete
Author: Fire Top
Rating: NC-17 (yes
kiddies beware)
Spoilers: Let’s say
season one for sure. Maybe a little of
season two.
Disclaimer: The
characters you recognize belong to Adam Sorkin and NBC.
Summery:
little secrete that he doesn’t want any one to know about.
Authors Note:
RAPE!!!!!! by a woman. This isn’t a fun story.
West Wing story and anything that is in first person POV.
written the way people think and speak.
Lots of fragments.
Part One
I so need to go away.
weekend. No one knows where I am going.
working very hard lately. Not that we
all don’t. I wave good bye to
everyone. I leave my cell phone and
pager with Donna. I’ll pick them back up
on Monday morning when I come into work.
I tell Donna to take tomorrow off too.
I think I shocked her. Oh well,
attribute it to me going away from
for three days.
All I have to do is go home finish packing and make it to
the airport. Blessed peace is a mere 4
hours away.
I think I’m whistling as I walk
home. What?
to take a vacation.
Hey maybe I’ll even get lucky.
celibate for the past 3 months. I know,
I guy like me? But face it.
flight. Hey I don’t want to get any one
pregnant now. And it’s inconsiderate of
my not to provide my own protection.
I don’t even bother with the
elevator. I take the steps two at a
time. Ok, now I’m starting to scare
myself. I fish my keys out of my pants
pocket and open the door.
Home Sweet Home.
I walk into my room put down my bag
and move to my closet to get my suitcase.
“You’re home.”
I spin around at the voice.
morning.
She stands there.
taller. Except I know this is not CJ.
Her hair is jet black. She is
wearing a black leather outfit that is very exotic.
I clear my voice, “Can I help you?”
“You kidder.
I don’t like where this is going.
Her hands are behind her back.
“Look I think this is some kind of
mistake.” My back is to the wall, quite
literally I might add.
She puts her arms on either side of
me and presses me into the wall. “Now
lover, is that how you treat your secrete admirer.”
of my eye and she now has a blade to my throat.
Oh shit.
I had been getting strange letters
for the past month or so. Love notes or
so everyone at work thinks. They keep
asking me who it is; I tell them it’s nothing.
I don’t think that they believed me.
I think they believe I’m running away this weekend to be with her.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first
to gloat when I get a love letter or something like that.
Donna sorts for mpan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> My personal mail
gets put in my office. This letter
definatly looked personal. Lilac
envelope, purple lettering, my name neatly printed on it.
The contents are what made me keep
this from my friends. It’s very
raunchy. Not that I would hide that from
anyone, especially CJ, Sam, and Toby.
You should hear us when we let our hair down.n
sn
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But this was sick.
tie me up and do all sorts of things to me; most of them involved the spilling
of my blood. That’s what got me.
Hey I have a healthy libido and an
open mind. There is nothing wrong with a
little S&M. But when blood is talked
about, that turns me off.
I know I should have taken it to
the secrete service but to be honest I was kind of embarrassed by it.
Maybe that’s why I wanted to get
away.
I try not to think about the
letters as she handcuffs my hands behind me and blind folds me.
mention I’m scared shitless?
I try and listen to find out where
she is when something clamps my balls.
This is definatly not good. She
is massaging and fondling me. It’s not a
good kind of fondle. I feel kind of
dirty. Worse, my body is liking it.
I try and ignore the hand as it
works. Oh god, I can’t help but
moan. I feel the fabric of my clothing
straining against my dick. Down, I try
and tell it. Does it listen of course
not.
Did I mention I haven’t had sex in
three months and it feels good being someone else’s hand doing all the work?
I am educated enough to logically
know that the body is a tool and if it is manipulated correctly you can get it
to go anything you want it to.
I repeat that as I feel my body
betray me and come.
My pants are now wet and I’m out of
breath. “You liked that didn’t you?”
I’m suddenly tossed towards the bed
and held down kneeling on the floor. I
know it’s my bed because it’s soft. She
is pressing down on my neck, pushing my face in to the mattress.
More?
Swat
Oh.
I don’t know what she is hitting me
with. It might be a paddle.
She is strong. She yanks my head
back by my hair. “Do you know what that
was for?”
“Nope, not a clue.” I answer.
mattress. She is squishing my nose.
“The first ten were for messing
your pants. You my dear need to learn
some control. The next ten are for your
smart ass answer. And the final ten are
to teach you manners.”
Twenty strokes later there are
tears in my eyes, but I haven’t uttered a sound.
Who knows what might happen.
“Stand up.” She orders.
Stan?
“Yes ma’am.” I answer.
hands free and I can’t see anything either.
Second I’m kinds sore from kneeling for what seemed like an
eternity. Oh and did I mention my ass is
on fire. I guess she didn’t take that
into consideration. As soon as I’m on my
feet there is a slap across my face that makes me stumble.
ass. She pulls me away from it and now I
don’t know where in the room I am.
“When I say move you move.
“Yes Ma’am.”
She caresses my face with one hand.
The blade is sharp.
it. She starts at my neck.
right. I’m happy I lefe tie tie at
work. It was a presenom Com CJ, and I
liked it. She would be pissed if I
didn’t wear it again. Again at the neck
this time down my front. I feel the
shirt fall away from my body.
She then tugs on my belt
buckle. “I have a use for this
later.” She purrs.
and they fall away along with my boxers.
Then there is nothing but air.
I don’t know hold I s I stand
there naked. I think I’m trembling.
I should try and get this blind fold off.
minutes now.
I move my foot when something slaps
my ass. That stung.
“I know it wasn’t me.” Slap!
“How many is that now?”
“Four Ma’am” I answer.
“Six more.
Slap “Five.” Slap. “Six” Slap.
“Seven.” Slap “Eight.”
Slap “Ten” I finalroanroan out. I
just want to collapse. I try not to jump
when I feel her hand on my ass.
“Mmmm. Nice and warm.
She squeezes my left ass cheek. Oh god
does that hurt. Then I’m left alone
again. I count to myself.
ten minutes. Toby would be so proud.
I’m pushed down.
falls in. She grabs my ankles and
pulls. Before I know it my cock is engulfed
in wet heat. Her mouth is on me.
the root. It’s not that I’m huge, but
I’m not that little either. I like to
think that eight inches is a nice size.
She’s good.
cock. My hips move involuntarily.
There is a stabling pressure at the
base of my cock. “You are such a little
slut.” She laughs.
“Don’t move.” And once again I’m
engulfed in heat. I can’t think.
way up and down my length. Her hands
find my balls and she starts to fondle them.
I can’t help but moan. I’m so
close. Her teeth scrape me ae moe moves
up. I’m panting.
There is something being tiarouaround my cock. It’s tight, almost
painful. “That should help you control
yourself.”
The assault starts again.
I should not be enjoying this.
tied it with. I try to find something to
focus on. Anything but the pleasure
coming fry pey penis.
Part Two
(feel free to back out now)
She’s making me go to work
today. After everything that happened
this weekend.
work and pretend that nothing happened.
Then I’m supposed to come back home tonight.
happened. I can’t let them know.
this presidency. I can’t let anything
else happen.
Anyway who would believe me?
while some woman had her way with me. I
know what it’s called but that doesn’t mean I’ll say it.
Someone bumps into me and I wince
in pain. Everything hurts.
it and saw some of the marks this morning.
It was also the only time she allowed me to come all weekend.
over 48hrs.
She got off plenty.
A hand touches my shoulder and I
jump. “Josh you ok?”
I look around.
made it to the office with out realizing it.
“Earth to Josh.”
I quickly move out of the way.
“Okay.
office. Great, Donna knows something
up.
I hang my over coat up and
wince. I leave the suit jacket on.
much. Also it’s easier to hide the brusies
this way. And I want as much between my
skin and the outside world as possible.
A knock on my door and Donna walks
in. “Senior staff in five.”
“Okay.
“You sure you ok?”
“Yes, Donna.
“Sure.”
“Thanks.”
office. It’s going to take me that long
to get there.
“Look who made it back.”
“Sorry Sam.
It seems like a good lie.
“Fell asleep on your stomach
again?” One beach party in college and
they never let yove ive it down.
“Uh huh.”
“So did you have a good time?”
“Yeah, it was fine.”
There are more well wishers though
out the day. New of my sunburn quickly
spreads, so people are being kind.
Asking me to let them know if I need anything.
getting my suit jacket off.
I have two meetings
today and I spend the rest of my day in my office prepareing.
hiding in my office unusual. Some how
I’m able to hide my panic during my meetings.
The pain dulls through out the day.
comes and there is nothing more for me to do.
My phone rings.
“Josh I’m waiting.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“You coming home soon?”
“Yes, ma’am.” And she disconnects
“Josh you ok?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
here.
“I’m heading home.
“You want to grab some pizza and
watch the game?”
Shit.
er mer myself in aloe.”
“Now there’s a mental image.”
“You sure you are ok?”
“Yeah Toby.
mal>Part Three
(I won’t be upset if you stop now.)
The door is open and she is in the
wall way waiting for me. She kisses me
on the cheek. I flinch, and she takes
the bag from my hands.
“Dinner is ready.”
morning, after my shower.
She places food on both our
plates. Roasted chicken, red potatoes,
and string beans. I pick at the chicken,
skip the potatoesd ead eat all my greens.
I’m in a veggie mood. I sip the
glass of water that is infront of me.
I’m weary.
She asks.
“Yes Ma’am.”
dissappers into the kitchen. I wonder id
she would hear me if I ran for the door.
“Come in here Joshua.an
an
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She must be reading my mind.
I walk into the kitchen with my
eyes down.
“Strip and fold your clothing.
“Yes ma’am.”
I start with my tie and shirt.
drumming her fingers on her arm. She
looks impatient. I try and move quicker
with my tee shirt anxersxers.
“Turn around.”
I follow.
away.
I don’t know where I am.
something to it. She repeats the process
with my left. I feel her hands now
tieing something around my left ankle.
My right leg is pulled out a little further and I feel slightly off
balance and stretched as she ties that ankle up.
Her fingernails run down my back
and they stop on my ass. One of her
fingers continues the journey and runs down my crack.
cheeks. It leaves and I feel nothing.
Something cold is shoved up my
ass. It is long, hard and thick.
It starts to move. More like
vibrating. The pain becomes
pleasure. I’m getting hard again.
cock. She licks the tip which I’m siure
was leaking. Then
The first blow comes as a surprise
to me. It’s to my side.
fourth. Before I can catch my breath she
is working on the other side. A moment
of nothing. The paddle on my ass.
impossible. Pain, pleasure, pain
pleasure. That is all my body knows.
I loose track of time.
As quickly as it started it
ends. I’m sweating.
ankles. She rubs them to make sure they
aren’t too cramped. My hands are untied
and slowly lowered to my sides. She
leads me into the bathroom, I can tey thy the tiles on the floor, and has me
sit on the toilet.
This means I can go to the
bathroom. It is odd walking with an
erection and your ass on fire inside and out.
When I’m done she wipes my ass.
The toilet paper feels more like sandpaper.
She leads me into the shower.
I put my hands on the tiled wall.
“You want to come?” She licks my
earlobe.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“How badly?”
“Very ma’am.”
“10 strokes?”
“20?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“How about 30?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“How about I decide.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Slap, “One.”
“Two.” She stops at 25.
“Put your hand on your cock.”
“You feel how large it is? Find
the bow and untie it.” I obey.
would. I guess it’s been trained
well.
She turns the water on.
I stand under the hot water and let
it try and take away some of the physical pain, while my tears work on the
emotional. After five minutes or so I
quickly wash my hair and body. If I
thought yesterday was bad to day is going to be worse.
I step out to shave and brush my
teeth. It’s a good thing I have an
electic razor. I might have bled to
death otherwise.
I dry off and head to the
bedroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in
the mirror. My normally pale, white
skin, is a rainbow of colors. Today is
going to be much worse.
I quickly get dressed and I’m met with my bag.
advil. You have a good day and I’ll see
you later. And you better some home or
you know what will happen.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
would cause if the Deputy Chief of Staff is seen in S& M pictures.
I’m not always coherent.
It takes me even longer to get to
work today. I’m walking much
slower. It even hurts to breath.
about the education bill. We have to get
this through congress.
“Josh you are late.”
“I know Donna.”
“Sure Josh, You ok?”
Not really but I can’t tell
you. I take three advil dry.
I think I’m coming down with something.”
It seems better than the sunburn story from yesterday.
“You want me to talk to Toby or Sam
about your meetings?”
“Thanks Donna, but no.
Let me go. If you can also get me
some toast with grape jelly that would be wonderful.”
“Sure Josh.
back.”
“You are an angle.”
“Josh you are late.”
“I know.
There are no excuses.
“You okay?
tomorrow?” The president added.
Truthfully probably not.
“Good man Josh.”
I spend the staff meeting
standing. I’m not sure I’d be able to
get back up if I was to sit. Something
doesn’t feel right in my pants. After
the president dismisses us I make my way into the men’s room.
There is blood in my underwear. I
take a few deep breaths. Okay.
ass. That should hopefully stop it.
There is tea and toast on my desk
when I get back. I thank Donna yet
again. I should really stop doing
that. She is giving me odd looks.
and schedual. I have ten minutes before
my first meeting. I nible at the
toast. I’m not really hungry but I need
something with the Advil.
I grab my folders, note pad, extra
pens, tea and Advil. “Okay Donna, I’m
off. You know where I’ll be if you need
me.” The Advil is starting to work, and
everything is now a dull ache.
I make it to the conference room
early. I’ve given myself 90 minutes for
each meeting. I ease myself into a
chair. I lay out my notes and get ready
for my meetings. I try and focus on
these meetings, not what is happening at home.
Donna walks in during the third
meeting with a note. ‘Lunch soon.
I write back. ‘Chix and broc.
She smiles as she leaves. I
wonder what these guys in front of me are thinking.
I finish the fourth meeting of the
morning and take two more Advil. I know
I’m probably over doing it with the pain killers but it’s allowing me to
function. These are the seventh pill I
took so far today. I don’t think I’m
supposed to take more than eight.
My lunch is waiting for me when I
get back to my office. I close the door,
telling Donna not to disturb me unless it’s an emergency.
next meeting. If she thinks that this is
odd she says nothing. I really need a
break from human contact for a bit.
My afternoon is a blur of meetings
and Advil. At
exit. I really don’t want to run into
anybody I know. I don’t want them to see
me and know what’s going on.
Part 4
(It’s almost over.)
When I get home she is standing in
the doorway. “You’re late.”
I start to apologize as I walk in the door.
shoves me into the closed door.
The le fle falls on my ass,
punctuating each word as she speaks it.
“You are late. If you are going
to be late you call me. Got that?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Strip you have two minutes.”
I move as quickly as I can.
“I was bleeding Ma’am.”
She caresses my cheek.
I obey. Something is placed on
the floor. She bends me over.
you.”
toungue darts out to see what is there.
Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.
I skip the meat. I think I’ve had
five bites of food before she pulls me up.
“Dinners over.” That’s ok,
She leads me into the guest room
again. She has me kneel on a padded
bench. I wonder where she got this
from. I never had anything like this
before. She ties my hands back up over
my head. Something is slid over my
penis. It’s a little prickily and there
is something that sticks into the slit.
My ass is spread and the vibrator is inserted again.
legs.
Her hands caress my chest.
so nicely. She uses her fingernails to
pinch them.
She ties a rope around my
neck. It has a slip knot.
move.
Oh god.
There are spikes in that thing she put on my cock.
I must have screamed because
something this put in my mouth.
Just when I think it can’t get any
worse I feel a sting on my back. It is
accompanied by a crack. I jerk and the
rope tightens around my neck.
I’m going to die tonight.
Unfortunatly I don’t.
than the next blow would have. She
unties me and leads me into the bathroom.
It’s more like dragging today. I
can barely move. I don’t think I can do
this anymore.
She helps me into the shower and
allows me to jerk off. My cock is all
slippery and a few tugs is all it takes.
It hurts so much.
n'>Again the water is turned on the blindfold
removed.
I can’t help but cry.
She comes back into the bathroom.
ready.”
She puts cotton in my behind, which
is also bleeding and helps me into some clothing.
hair for me. The cab beeps.
collapsing. I ease myself into the cab.
I think of my schedual.
at
dry.
The cab pulls up to the White
House. I pay the guy and try and focus
on walking through the halls. First
there is a staff then other meetings. I
hear people mumble things to me, they are probably saying hi.
“Josh you look horrible.”
“I’m fine.”
“The sunburn?”
“Getting better.”
“See ya.”
“Morning Josh.”
“Morning Donna.”
“There is toast and tea already in
your office.” God I could hug the
woman. That is if I was able to move my
arms at least.
“Thanks Donna.
meeting. You know how to get me, if you
need to.” I move slowly around my
office. I feel my shirt sticking to my
back. I take a look at what I’m
wearing. At least she had the common
sense to pull out a black suit for me.
It’s easier to hide the blood.
I’m moving slow and stiff as I
enter the Oval Office.
“Josh you ok?”
“Yes Mr. President.” “You sure. You would be too if there was “I can see that. Oh god. “I’ll be fine sir.” We are dismissed and I head to my The pain never dulls today. I eat in my office alone I think that the bleeding has My last meeting ends at Donna’s knock on my door at “Okay.” “Josh.” “Yeah Sam.” “Good job today.” “Thanks.” “After this I’ll give you a lift “Thanks Sam. “No sweat.” “Don’t worry. Something smacks me in the “Donna if anyone comes for me tell Everything that I have eaten today, End
cotton up your ass and your chest, back, and cock were all bleeding.
But if you can’t do this let us know.”
I can’t let him think that I can’t do my job.
night by some woman. There is more than
beatings going on but I don’t want to think of that right now.
I don’t believe itr. I look down
at the floor. I feel everyone’s eyes on
me. Can they see the blood?
meetings. I hear people wish me
luck. A lot depends on these
meetings. I hope I do a good job.
manage. I’m really not feeling all that
well. My stomach is bothering me.
again. I wonder if I can find something
to keep me busy tomorrow. Maybe a major
crisis that will take me out of town for the weekend.
stopped. But I’m too scared to look.
I can’t really
concentrate. I’m thinking of home.
and schedual.
here. I look at her.
He wants you, Sam, Toby, and CJ.”
I get up. Maybe it won’t be too
long.
home.”
a seat. That is except for me.
CJ is sitting on.
I just wanted to congradulate you Josh.
Great Job. The bill is gonna get
through congress.” He smiles at me.
stomach. My cock reacts to the
pain. She has trained it real well.
“Why the fuck must you hit me.” I
yell. I look around the room.
I run.
them I’ll be out in ten minutes.” I lock
my office door and sit at my desk. It is
becoming too much for me. I tear oy
jy
jacket and tie. I unbutton my collar and
sleeves as the first waves of nausua hit.
I pick up my trash can just in time.
not a lot, has come up. I feel my back
and chest is wet as is the front of my pants.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What
am I going to do. I can’t handle
this. I put my head on the desk