Hack Her

Hack Her

Riley Clark doesnâ€™t realize it, but sheâ€™s completely under the control of anyone with the right app on their phone. This includes both her boss and a couple of hackers who are all hands.

[Warning: this 9400-word short story contains vivid depictions of a girl being mind controlled, used and spanked repeatedly by both her boss and total strangers. She spreads, sucks and forgets on demand.]

Excerpt:
â€œTurn around and look at me,â€ Mr. McNeil commanded firmly.
I turned around. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words would come out.
â€œTell me,â€ he continued, â€œPrecisely how late you are.â€
My eyes flicked down to my watch, and I said, â€œSixteen minutes and twelve seconds, Sir. But-â€
â€œCome here, set down your purse and place your hands on the table, palms down,â€ my boss cut me off, rising from his seat. He set his phone on the table.
I tried to talk again, but my mouth just hung open stupidly. I walked to him, letting my purse slide off my shoulder and onto an empty seat. Then I bent forward and planted my hands on the tableâ€™s smooth, cool surface. I turned to look at Mr. McNeil, wondering what he was going to do.
He stepped beside me and asked, â€œWhy were you late, Riley?â€
I wanted to lie, to blame it on traffic, but all that would spill out of my traitorous mouth was, â€œI overslept, Sir.â€
â€œThatâ€™s very naughty,â€ Mr. McNeil said. His voice was still stern, but there was a bulge in his slacks. He asked me, â€œWasnâ€™t it, Riley?â€
I knew my boss liked the way I looked. Iâ€™d caught a few glances checking me out. But he had never, in the seven months Iâ€™d been working here, ever made an inappropriate comment or tried to touch me.
This was new and frightening.
Eyes wide at the knowledge this was turning him on, right in front of a group of strangers, all I could do was whisper, â€œYes, Sir.â€
â€œTell me how naughty you were, Riley.â€ He was insistent.
I replied, voice still soft, â€œVery naughty, Sir.â€ My fingers clenched a bit at the table at the admission. All I could think was that maybe I was having a bad dream, like the kind where youâ€™re naked in front of your whole class in school. Maybe I would wake up any momentâ€¦
Mr. McNeil continued, â€œWhat would you do to keep your job, Riley? Would you accept a punishment other than firing?â€
I looked down at the table, not wanting to think about the bulge in his pants. I had to be dreaming. There was no way he would talk like this in front of half a dozen witnesses. Feeling a little more brave at the realization, I tried to put a little confidence in my voice when I refused himâ€¦
Except that all that came out of my mouth was, â€œYes, Sir.â€
â€œTell me, Riley,â€ he asked, â€œWere you ever spanked as a child?â€
â€œYes, Sir.â€ My mouth, no longer at all under my control, seemed determined to make me die of shame.
Mr. McNeilâ€™s hand touched my lower back. The contact was light, barely there, but it was still unexpected enough to make me flinch. He asked me, â€œDo you think that spanking is an appropriate punishment for a naughty girl?â€
Iâ€™m not a girl, I wanted to say, Iâ€™m a college graduate. The thought was intense enough to help me keep my stupid mouth shut even if I couldnâ€™t bring myself to say it.
Country USA
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2014-04-12
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2014-04-12
Format	Kindle eBook

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