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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. The ones you don�t belong to me. No money is being made off of this.
Summery: Josh has a
little secrete that he doesn�t want any one to know about. And for obvious reasons.

Authors Note:
RAPE!!!!!!
She stands there. She is taller than I am. Almost as tall as CJ, I turn my head, maybe
taller. Except I know this is not CJ. She is pale.
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. Don�t you play that you don�t know me.� She is moving closer to me. I back up.
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.
�Yes ma�am.� I answer. It takes me a few seconds. First, I don�t have good balance with out my
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. I think the wall saved me from falling on my
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. You got that?�
�Yes Ma�am.�
She caresses my face with one hand. Then I feel the sharp blade at my neck. �Let�s get you out of these clothes.�
The blade is sharp. My clothing doesn�t give any resistance to
it. She starts at my neck. I feel it go down my left arm. Then back at the neck and down the
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. I think I�mng tng to be sick. The blades slide down each of the pants legs
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 don�t know if it�s cold or fear. I try and listen for something. But I don�t hear anything. Could she have left? Hopefully.
I should try and get this blind fold off. I wait a few more seconds. I must have been standing here for six
minutes now.
I move my foot when something slaps
my ass. That stung. �Who told you to move?� Slap
�I know it wasn�t me.� Slap! �And I�m the only one doing the talking.� Slap!
�How many is that now?� Slap!
�Four Ma�am� I answer. I deserve this. I shouldn�t have moved.
�Six more. I want you to count them. Start with five.�
Slap �Five.� Slap. �Six� Slap.
�Seven.� Slap �Eight.� Slap �Nine.�
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. We will definatly have to reheat this later.�
She squeezes my left ass cheek. Oh god
does that hurt. Then I�m left alone
again. I count to myself. I get to 720 second. I can�t believe I�ve stayed still that long. Over
ten minutes. Toby would be so proud.
I�m pushed down. Luckily the bed is behind me. I let my body fall in what ever matter it
falls in. She grabs my ankles and
pulls. Before I know it my cock is engulfed
in wet heat. Her mouth is on me. She takes me all the way in, all the way to
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. She�s sucking and I�m going to loose it. I�ve had blow jobs before. Very few this good. I try and hold back my orgasm. I don�t want her to hurt me. Her teeth are running up the length of my
cock. My hips move involuntarily. I want to be back in that heat.
There is a stabling pressure at the
base of my cock. �You are such a little
slut.� She laughs. The sharp point digs deeper into my skin. I whimper.
�Don�t move.� And once again I�m
engulfed in heat. I can�t think. Her mouth is sucking me, her tongue swirling its
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. I just want to come. I�m at the edge.
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. Why is my body betraying me like this? My cock is straining against what ever she
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. Shn>She expects me to go into
work and pretend that nothing happened.
Then I�m supposed to come back home tonight. Everything hurts. What am I going to tell them at work? They will all know that something
happened. I can�t let them know. It they know, then she�ll know. I can�t let that happen. Too many bad things have already happened to
this presidency. I can�t let anything
else happen.
Anyway who would believe me? I spent the weekend tied up and blindfolded
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. I can handle this. I take some toilet paper and shove it up my
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. I must try and act like my normal self. I stand at my desk while checking my e mail
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. Chinese food?�
I write back. �Chix and broc. Thanks.�
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. There are some things I need to do before the
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 6:30 I tell Donna I�m leaving and make a quiet
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.� She says.
I start to apologize as I walk in the door. But she slaps my face, which spins me, and
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. �What�s this?� She is pulling the toilet paper out of me.
�I was bleeding Ma�am.�
She caresses my cheek. �Poor Joshua.� She pauses a moment. �But you still need to be punished.� She puts a blind fold on me again. �Kneel.�
I obey. Something is placed on
the floor. She bends me over. I smell food. spanspan>�Eat your dinner. Hands behind
you.�
lasslass=MsoNormal style='text-indent:.5in'>I put my face into the plate and my
toungue darts out to see what is there.
Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.Again the water is turned on the blindfold
removed.
I can�t help but cry. My penis is bleeding. e are are holes in it. I think I�m going to be sick. The water is red with my blood. Can I make it through the day?
She comes back into the bathroom. �Joshua, you are going to be late. I called you a cab. Come out of the shower and I�ll help you get
ready.�
She puts cotton in my behind, which
is also bleeding and helps me into some clothing. She has also shaved me face and brushed my
hair for me. The cab beeps. I don�t want to go. I�m still bleeding. I can feel it sticking to my clothing. I have my bag in my hands. The thouof iof it on my shoulders hurts. I forgo an outer coat. I can�t put anything else on my body with out
collapsing. I ease myself into the cab. Every movement hurts. How much more can I stand?
I think of my schedual. I should have no problem leaving the office
at 6pm. I fish the advil out of my bag and take four
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. I just ignore them. I just want to get to my office.
�Josh you look horrible.� Sam says.
�I�m fine.�
�The sunburn?�
�Getting better.�
�See ya.� And he walks away. I must get to my office.
�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. After staff I�m heading to my first
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.� �After this I�ll give you a lift
home.�
�Thanks Sam. I was gonna call a cab.�
�No sweat.� We walk into Leo�s office and everyone takes
a seat. That is except for me. I perch myself on the arm of the couch that
CJ is sitting on.
�Don�t worry. This is good.
I just wanted to congradulate you Josh.
Great Job. The bill is gonna get
through congress.� He smiles at me.
Something smacks me in the
stomach. My cock reacts to the
pain. She has trained it real well. I jump.
�Why the fuck must you hit me.� I
yell. I look around the room. Oh shit.
I run.

�Donna if anyone comes for me tell
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.
Everything that I have eaten today,
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

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