second place
THIS IS NOT MY STORY, I FOUND THIS STORY ON ANOTHER SITE AND THINK EVERYONE ON XHAMSTER SHOULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO READ IT.
Chapter 1
Terri and Danielle had been rivals all of their lives.
Growing up together, they had never really seen eye to eye. Throughout
grade school, they had been the two brightest students in their classes,
and had fiercely competed to outdo each other. Later on, in high school,
this type of competition had continued on a more social level. Terri
stealing away Danielle’s boyfriend. Danielle finding revenge by beating
Terri out for the head varsity cheerleader position, and stealing her
boyfriend back from Terri. The stakes shifting significantly toward Terri
for good, as she graduated first in her high school class, with Danielle
second. Then on to college where Terri maintained a slightly higher grade
point average. Battling over men like in high school, with Terri seemingly
having the edge, probably because of her bigger tits.
Over the years it had gotten nastier and nastier. Now, the ladies were
rivals in business, working for competing firms. Terri had welcomed
Danielle to the business world by stealing her first client out from under
her. She’d then had a flower arrangement sent to Danielle with a giant
green ribbon attached reading Ŗnd Place". Another time, when Danielle
again came in second, Terri sent her a card which said "I thought us
*blondes* were supposed to be the dumb ones?"
And Terri had also put another notch in her belt by marrying Steven, a man
whom Danielle had lusted after for several years. From her honeymoon in
Hawaii, Terri had mailed Danielle a letter. In the envelope she had put a
Hawaii postcard, on which she had written "wish you were here….NOT!" as
well as including a used condom from their wedding night festivities.
One day, while closing yet another deal (this one miraculously NOT snatched
away from Danielle), the phone in Terri’s office rang.
It was Danielle. "I have to meet with you. Urgent."
"Why?" Terri was suspicious.
"It’s something of extreme importance to both of us." Danielle told Terri
where to meet her, and hung up.
The two businesswomen met in the city park. They had both dressed to outdo
the other person, and it was a close contest. Danielle, aside from her much
smaller chest, was for the most part a brunette version of Terri. It was a
shame that the two of them hated each other so, as they could have been
twin s****rs; both were 5’4", slender and could be considered bombshells.
Terri, of course, had dressed in a business suit which showed off her
superior bust. Nevertheless, each woman was getting her share of
appreciative glances from the passers-by in the park.
"You wanted to meet with me….what do you want?" Terri asked her rival
guardedly.
"Relax. There’s no reason we shouldn’t be able to get along…." Danielle
began reasonably. "Just because we’re competitors, doesn’t mean we can’t be
friends! Let’s talk over lunch. It’s on me."
"Are you sure you can afford it, second-place?" The blonde openly reverted
to her pet name for the other woman. "I heard you lost the Jefferson deal
last week." Score one more, Terri complimented herself mentally. Of course
it had been Terri who had taken the deal away from Danielle, like always.
"I can afford it, thanks," was all Danielle responded, sidestepping the
barb. "I’m working on something currently which I think is going to be a
real success for me."
"Oh?" The bitch never learns. Maybe having lunch wouldn’t be such a bad
idea after all, Terri thought. I’m always game when it comes to taking
candy from a baby….
So Terri agreed to lunch. Danielle led the way through the city.
Turning into an alley, Danielle made small talk. "So, how’s Steven?"
"He’s very satisfied," the blonde gloated. "How’s….whoever you’re seeing
this week? Or are you even seeing anyone?"
"I’m not seeing anyone right now," Danielle sidestepped again.
Abruptly, two men jumped out from behind a dumpster, each of them grabbing
one of the ladies. Before either of them could scream for help, they were
both herded into an abandoned warehouse. Roughly, they were led down a
flight of steps into a basement, where offices and a small cafeteria were
found. It was the latter that Terri and Danielle were e****ted to.
"What do you want?" Danielle demanded.
"We’re all going to have a little fun. If you don’t make trouble you won’t
be hurt," one of the men answered.
"If you let us go right now, we promise we won’t call the police," Danielle
responded.
"We’re just on our way to lunch–" Terri explained.
The second man spoke. "Take off your tops. We want to see titties." As the
girls hesitated, he said again, "Take them off now, or we’ll rip them off
you."
Danielle quickly began unbuttoning her blouse. Terri followed suit with a
sinking feeling. Once the men saw her much bigger tits, they would almost
certainly be interested in her. They’d probably both spend the whole time
r****g her, and leave Danielle untouched. The lucky bitch….she’d get to
watch her arch-rival get gang ****d. Danielle would probably enjoy it.
Both now had their blouses off and were standing there in just their bras.
"Those come off too," they were prompted. Looking at one another, the girls
took off their brassieres. Danielle’s 34B tits were smaller than Terri’s D
cups, but they were just as firm and her nipples were the same,
silver-dollar size.
Each of the men took turns licking and sucking both sets of tits. Then,
"Let’s get this show on the road…." Closing her eyes, Terri anticipated
the grimy hands grabbing her so that her **** could begin. It never came.
Instead, one of the guys grabbed Danielle and set her up on the lunchroom
table. She was "helped" out of her skirt and panties, then ordered to get
on her hands and knees wearing just her heels. Both men quickly undressed
as well, then hoodlum #1 climbed up on the table and mounted Danielle. The
little bitch was even wet, Terri noted disgustingly.
Terri was certain that hoodlum #2 was going to follow suit with her. It
could be worse, she reflected. #2 WAS better looking than #1. I STILL get
the better guys, Terri thought to herself.
But #2 also got on the table with Danielle, kneeling in front of her and
guiding his cock into her mouth. She took him in eagerly, sucking him for
all he was worth. That’s it, you dumb bitch, Terri thought. Make them both
cum, then they won’t even care about r****g me.
As Terri watched Danielle’s ****, however, jealousy began to eat at her.
The two men had ignored her completely, and seemed perfectly content with
the service Danielle was giving! She didn’t understand it. She was
better-looking, as well as being better in the sack, than her rival. Wasn’t
she?
With a groan, #2 emptied his load into Danielle’s mouth. #1 soon grunted
and followed suit in her cunt. By now, Terri was definitely getting
aroused, watching her rival make a complete whore of herself.
But the men weren’t done. "Get us hard again," #2 demanded, as both men
presented their cum-covered pricks to Danielle for oral service. She did
not disappoint, taking both cocks in her hands, stroking, licking and
sucking on them both until they were ready for another round.
Terri knew that it was her turn. She began to remove her skirt, hoping to
get this over with as quickly as possible. Or, so she tried to tell
herself. Truth be told, she was very turned on by watching her arch-rival
Danielle being ****d by two men (even though her own **** was imminent.)
But again the men ignored Terri. Instead, they switched places on the
table, this time #2 easing into Danielle’s pussy, and #1 receiving her oral
pleasures. "Hurry up bitch, we have to get back to work…." #1 grunted
impatiently while fucking the brunette’s mouth.
Terri was shocked….and VERY jealous. Why were these men IGNORING her and
paying attention to Danielle? Didn’t they realize that Danielle was
second-best compared to her? Did they think the brunette was BETTER
LOOKING?
Taking #1’s cock out of her mouth for a moment, Danielle looked over at
Terri.
"Looks like I finally found something I can beat you at!" she joked.
The slut. Terri was fuming. Before she knew it, she was out of her skirt
and panties and was next to the table. "Move over," she demanded of
Danielle. To the men, "Let me show you a real woman!"
But the men went right on fucking Danielle. "We don’t need you, your friend
is enough for us." one explained.
"We like thinner women," the other breathed.
THINNER WOMEN??? This was the last straw for Terri, who worked out four
times a week, dieted, and did anything necessary to keep one step ahead of
Danielle. "Out of the way!" she demanded of the other woman again. The man
fucking Danielle’s cunt pushed Terri away dismissively–hard enough that
the blonde ended up on the floor.
Wounded, Terri explained, "I want to fuck both of you!"
"Will you beg?" she was asked.
"Please, I want to fuck both of you! I want to fuck and suck those hard
cocks. Please….let me show you how a real woman can satisfy you.
Please…."
The men pulled out of Danielle’s mouth and cunt. Terri pushed her out of
the way. "Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a pro at work," she
taunted. Ashamedly, Danielle sat down as Terri lay on her back on the
table. "Put that cock in me now!" #2 teased her, not fully entering her.
"PLEASE FUCK ME!!! I need it so bad!!! Put that hard cock in my cunt!!!!"
The man obliged her, ramming into her up to the hilt. Terri yelped in
pleasure. Eagerly humping back at her "r****t", she grabbed the other man’s
prick and led him to her mouth. Fixing her satisfied gaze on Danielle, she
proclaimed, "Watch this, second-place. Watch how a real pro sucks cock."
And with that, Terri proceeded to give the best head of her life to the
stranger, determined to show her rival up.
Terri was in her element. Forgetting that this was supposed to be a ****,
to satisfy the perverse pleasures of some street slime. Forgetting that she
was one of the city’s most successful businesswomen. Forgetting, entirely,
that she was happily married. The only thing in Terri’s mind was the
satisfying thought that she had shown up Danielle, yet again. These men,
who had hoped to sexually assault and humiliate her, were nothing more than
tools she could use to achieve that end. Looking over at Danielle’s hurt
expression, the blonde smirked to herself that the picture was indeed worth
a thousand words.
The blonde beauty turned in a performance worthy of Amber Lynn, as Danielle
watched. Occasionally she would pop the hard cock out of her mouth long
enough to make a slutty comment like, "I love being gang fucked….makes me
feel like a real woman…" Within no time, she had the man in her mouth
ready to cum. Pulling his cock from her mouth, she began jacking him off.
"I want you to cum all over my face now please…." she cooed to her
r****t/lover. He was happy to oblige, letting loose with a tremendous load
of jism, all over her face and hair. The r****t in her cunt pulled out and
knelt over Terri’s face, stroking himself. "Let me help you with that," the
blonde begged, taking matters into her own hands. In no time he began
spurting his cream, leaving Terri’s face absolutely soaked. She lay back on
the table, catching her breath as the men dressed.
Eventually Terri looked over at Danielle, expecting to see the bitch
hanging her head in shame at being bested again. Instead, she saw Danielle
kissing one of the men, saying "Thank you" to him and giving him $50! But
her bl**d ran cold when she saw the other man, packing up a video camera in
the corner of the room! They had caught the whole episode on tape!
She sat up. "What’s going on?" she demanded to the room in particular.
"You just cheated on your husband, ma’am," the man with the camera
answered.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," the other man added.
Both men then left before Terri could object.
"Danielle….what…."
"Get dressed, first-place," Danielle requested sweetly. "We’ll talk over
lunch."
"Danielle…." Terri fumbled for words while reaching for her clothes.
Danielle’s high heel stepped on Terri’s bra before she could grab it. "Call
me ‘ma’am’. And you’ll be going without bra and panties from now on…."
"Danielle! What the hell….." Terri demanded nervously.
"I wonder what those men are going to do with that tape? Or who might see
it?" the brunette wondered aloud. "Let’s do lunch, we’ll talk about it."
————
Thirty minutes later, the ladies sat in a corner booth at a cozy, dimly lit
restaurant.
The whole thing had, of course, been a setup. Danielle had known that Terri
could not resist an opportunity to best her enemy, and had used this to her
advantage. And, having videotaped the whole affair, Danielle now had her
blonde counterpart right where she wanted her.
Danielle had taken time to fix her hair and her makeup after the "attack".
Terri, however, was somewhat disheveled, cum still drying in her hair and
on her face, Danielle having refused to allow her to freshen up. The blonde
felt humiliated.
"I’m worried about those men, and that tape," Danielle confided as she
mused over the menu as if nothing was amiss. "I mean, if you cut out the
first half of it, you’d have a tape of you, a married woman, begging to be
fucked by two strangers! I don’t know about you, but I’m worried. What if
that fell into the wrong hands….your husband….your boss…."
"What do you want," Terri demanded.
"I want to eat! I’m starved!" Danielle answered lightly.
"Danielle…."
"Ma’am," Danielle corrected.
"Dammit, Danielle, what are you…."
Leaning close to Terri and lowering her voice to a harsh whisper, Danielle
threatened, "Bitch, all I have to do is make a phone call, and a copy of
your little erotic video gets delivered to Steven." Leaning back, she
continued in her usual carefree voice, "You were saying?"
Terri cursed softly. "This is blackmail."
In a cheerful voice, Danielle asked, "You want to do WHAT with a black
male???" Loud enough that other people in the restaurant looked over to see
the blonde blushing.
A waiter came to their table, but Danielle dismissed him with a "We’re not
ready yet. Another five minutes to decide."
"What do you want?" Terri repeated.
Danielle pondered. "Right now? Let’s start with you getting under this
table and eating me. Serving me with your tongue."
Terri was shocked. "I will NOT!!"
"I didn’t think you would. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call!"
Danielle took her cellular phone out of her purse and began dialing.
"So….do you have any idea where you’re going to stay when Steven throws
you out?" she made idle conversation while the connection was made.
"Wait–" Terri choked. What choice did she have? Without another word, she
slipped under the table.
"That’s my girl," Danielle complimented her, putting the cellphone away and
spreading her legs.
Terri, humiliated, choked back tears as she gingerly began licking
Danielle’s thighs. She had never been with another woman. On occasion she
had wondered about it, but had never dreamed that she would end up being
f***ed to go down on her most bitter enemy. How could she have been so
careless and stupid?
She was interrupted in her musings by Danielle’s hand grabbing the back of
her head, and shoving her face into the brunette’s cum-soaked pussy. Still
she hesitated.
"Go on, lick it," came Danielle’s whisper from above. "Don’t worry…I’ll
order for you."
Terri still hesitated, until she heard her tormentor begin punching numbers
on her cellphone again. Then, gingerly, she began licking.
Terri had never been with a woman. Danielle, however, had been with
several; partially because most of her major relationships with men had
been doused by her rival Terri. Out of all of her intimate affairs with
other women, however, Danielle suspected that this one would be the best.
She would delight at training the blonde amateur showing her exactly where
to put her wonderful tongue.
The waiter returned. "Did your friend leave?"
"Oh, no," Danielle told him lightly. "She’s under the table giving me oral
sex." Terri’s cheeks burned with humiliation, until the waiter laughed at
his customer’s obvious, though slightly raunchy, joke. "I’ll be ordering
for her," Danielle added, proceeding to order for the both of them.
Occasionally a light gasp escaped her lips as she ordered.
The waiter finished taking the order and walked away. Had he looked down,
he would have noticed a pair of black heels sticking out from under the
table linen.
In the twenty minutes it took for their food to be prepared, Terri’s tongue
serviced Danielle relentlessly. She was definitely a fast learner, giving
the brunette three orgasms. During one of them, the waiter gave her a
quizzical look as he passed by. She only smiled and winked at him.
Seeing the waiter approaching the table with their lunch, Danielle had
another great idea. "OK that’s enough….get up here…NOW!" she hissed at
her unwilling cunt-licker.
Danielle had timed it perfectly: the waiter got to the table just in time
to see Terri, her face soaked with the other woman’s juices, crawling out
from under the table. Terri nearly burst into tears; the waiter nearly
dropped his tray. Danielle leaned over and kissed the blonde, pinching her
thigh hard until Terri returned the kiss.
Danielle had ordered a salad for herself; for Terri, she had ordered a
feast of lasagna and pasta salad. It would be great to see Terri add a few
pounds, the brunette had thought wickedly.
Terri only stared at the food. "Dani–ma’am….I can’t eat this. I’m on a
diet!"
"OK," Danielle said reasonably. "Our nice waiter and his friends went to
all that trouble to prepare this nice lunch for you. But I’ll just tell
them you don’t want it. I’m sure their feelings will be hurt….but maybe
you can make it up to them in other ways. Maybe they can take you in back
and gang fuck you. Waiter!!!" She waved her hand.
Wordlessly, Terri began eating, not stopping until she had finished
everything.
"You’re not done yet!" Danielle protested. When the blonde looked at her
quizzically, she explained, "Lick your plate clean. Like a dog."
All Danielle had to do was reach for her purse, and her cell phone, and her
rival picked up her plate and held it up to her mouth.
Danielle, however, took the plate and set it back down on the table. "A dog
brings its mouth to its food, not the other way around."
Totally humiliated now, Terri bent her head over her plate and licked it
clean. Danielle got aroused watching the blonde’s tongue at work, and
naturally by the time the waiter came over to ask if there would be
anything else, Terri was again under the table providing her oral services.
"I’d like….oh….ice cream….ummmm…." Danielle breathed heavily to the
waiter.
Hesitating, the waiter inquired, "And….your friend?"
"Oh no, she’s already having her dessert." There was a definite bulge in
the waiter’s pants by now.
While waiting for her ice cream, Danielle took out the cell phone and
called the man who had helped her videotape Terri’s little escapade. Under
the table, Terri thought she was being punished for not doing a good enough
job, and quickened her pace, emphatically tongue fucking Danielle’s cunt
for all it was worth. In actuality, Danielle just wanted to make sure that
the copies of the tape were ready, if needed.
And they were. The man ("hoodlum #2") had carefully edited the
nonconsentual **** out of the video, up to the point where Terri begged the
men to let her show them a real woman and begged to be fucked. Anyone
watching the tape would see not a woman who was accosted in an alleyway and
dragged into a warehouse, but a woman who had willingly been unfaithful to
her husband with not one, but two men, and couldn’t get enough of them.
Danielle excitedly recounted all of this to her counterpart below the
table.
Dessert came, and the young businesswoman sampled a few bites. "This is too
fattening for me," she proclaimed, hiking up her skirt and then, grabbing
the entire scoop of ice cream, spreading it all over her cunt. "Lick it up,
whore," she taunted her new servant. "I’ve got an important meeting in an
hour, and the last thing I want is ice cream dripping down my thighs."
Terri obliged, dutifully cleaning the other womans cunt, thighs and ass.
Terri wondered if it was possible to be more humiliated. She found out it
was, when Danielle offered her "friend’s" oral services to the waiter as a
tip.
When Terri came out of the men’s restroom, the waiter’s cum added to all
the Italian food in her belly, Danielle had instructions for her. "Go back
to work, get these files," Danielle gave her a sheet of paper with a list
of files, all related to a HUGE account of Terri’s company, "and be in my
office at 3pm."
"I can’t just…." Terri protested.
Danielle silenced her with an icy glance. "You can. And you will. My
office, 3pm. And bring that tongue with you," she added as she left.
Terri wasted no time in getting out of the restaurant and away from the
eyes which had all seen her portrayed as a common slut. She reflected on
how humiliating and degrading her lunch meeting with Danielle had been. But
it was only the tip of the iceberg, compared to what was in store for the
hapless blonde.
Chapter 2
Terri waited impatiently in Danielle’s office. It was now 3:10.
As ordered by Danielle, she had gone back to work after the humiliating
lunch suffering at the hands of her arch-rival. She had gone to the records
center and signed out the files Danielle had requested, photocopied them,
then returned them. Then she had left work early and headed off to her
meeting with Danielle.
As she had walked, she had pondered her situation. She had gotten herself
into hot water this time, and her worst enemy now had a video tape of her,
a happily married woman, willingly and wantonly fucking two strange men.
Now, to compound the problem even worse, she had committed corporate
espionage and was providing confidential client information to her
company’s greatest rival. Not to mention Terri’s personal rivalry with
Danielle.
Terri had mused about how far Danielle was going to take this. It seemed
that she had carefully and elaborately planned a lot of it. Terri hadn’t
helped matters by eating right out of Danielle’s hands and falling for it.
Perhaps, the blonde hoped, Danielle just wanted to see her squirm for
awhile, after which she would stop.
Now, Terri waited, hoping that this whole escapade had been for the purpose
of getting the files which she held in a folder on her lap. Though she was
certain that her rival would at least make her sweat it out for awhile.
Looking over Danielle’s office, Terri noticed, hanging inconspicuously on
the wall with the woman’s degrees and certifications, was the Ŗnd Place"
ribbon which Terri had sent to Danielle to taunt her. She was beginning to
regret a lot of the nasty things she had done over the years.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Danielle’s entry.
"Hello, Terri, glad you could make it! Do you have what I asked for?"
Silently, the blonde held up the manila folder. "Great! I’ll take those.
Any trouble getting those?"
"No," Terri whispered, offering the folder.
"Terrific. I knew I could count on you."
"Danielle….er…ma’am? I just wanted to say that I, well I know I haven’t
been very nice to you sometimes, and well, I have done some things that
weren’t very nice and weren’t very professional, and I just wanted to say
that I’m sorry," Terri stammered.
"That’s great, hon!" the brunette told her dismissively while taking a
cursory look thru the paperwork she had just gotten.
Breaking down into tears, Terri pleaded. "Please, Danielle….ma’am…..I’m
really sorry for what I’ve done. I love my husband and that tape could ruin
my marriage, please, you wouldn’t want to do anything that could ruin my
marriage, would you? I’m sorry for the things I did to you. I’ll do
anything to make it up. Really." The young businesswoman was in tears.
Her rival, however, barely seemed to have heard her, interested more in the
paperwork in front of her. "This is great information here, Terri. I really
appreciate this! Especially considering the laws you broke just to give me
this information….." she trailed off, letting her point drive itself
home.
"What…..what’s going to happen to me?" Terri pleaded, sobbing openly now.
With that, Danielle put the file down and gave Terri her full attention.
"Ah. What’s going to happen to sweet little Terri. It’s not complicated at
all, really. I’ll tell you to do things. You’ll do them. And I’ll do my
part, to not let anyone know about your….um…indiscretions."
"H….how long?" Terri whispered, horrified.
"For as long as I want it to go on. I have no idea how long that might be.
How long have you been tormenting ME? Twenty years or so?" Danielle was
enjoying Terri’s fear, feeding off of it. "Today at lunch, you serviced me
very well. But I realize you didn’t get anything out of it. Now, I’m going
to give you the chance to do so. Take off all your clothes."
"No thank you, ma’am….I don’t need…."
"That wasn’t a request. Take off your clothes, NOW." To punctuate, Danielle
reached for the telephone. "Should I call your company’s legal department,
or your husband? Or just the police? Tough call." She smiled as Terri shed
her blazer, blouse and skirt. As she reached for her pumps, Danielle told
her that those could remain on.
Terri was offered a seat. "Don’t cover yourself, honey," she was chided as
she put an arm over her tits and a hand over her pussy. "I’m sure you want
EVERYONE to see that ‘superior body’! I, for one, am VERY jealous! Don’t
cross your legs. Spread them."
Producing a rectangular box from her desk, Danielle opened it and showed
its contents to the naked blonde. "Recognize this, dear?" she asked
sweetly.
Terri did. When she had won the affections of one Bobby Marshall in
college, whom Danielle was also in love with, Terri had mailed the package
to the other woman. In the box was a rather large dildo, and it had been
sent with the note, "I got Bobby, but this is roughly the same size. Enjoy,
sweetums!!!"
"I did enjoy this–several times," Danielle reminisced. "I’d take it out on
lonely nights…you know, after you’d stolen a boyfriend, or a job, from
me. I’d work this little guy in and out of my cunt, fantasizing about the
day when I would take this and stick it up your ass," she finished quietly.
"Danielle….PLEASE!! I’m sorry I did that! That was a long time ago!
PLEASE, I’m not like that anymore…"
Danielle laughed. "Hon, what are you talking about? You were like that this
morning! Remember? How did you say it, ‘move over, second-place, and see a
real woman in action?’ Or, ‘Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a
pro at work’? So have you suddenly been ‘born again’ since this morning???"
Thoughtfully she turned the dildo over and over in her hands. "I may indeed
stick this in your ass. But for now, I’ll just have you have some good
clean fun. Get up on my desk."
Terri obediently climbed on the desk.
"Lie down, on your back. Facing the window. Now spread your legs." The
blonde complied. She was quite a sight to behold, and Danielle, an active
bisexual, appreciated it very much. Offering the dildo to Terri, she
ordered, "Fuck yourself with it. Slide it in. I can see you’re already
wet." And it was true. Despite the utter humiliation the blonde
businesswoman felt, she was also quite aroused by her situation, and the
dildo easily slid in.
Danielle would have loved to have stood in front of Terri and watched.
Hell, she would have loved to have joined in. But she had work to do.
Leaving Terri to her own devices, she grabbed the manila folder and took a
seat on the other side of her desk, and began poring over the paperwork.
Terri worked the dildo in and out of her cunt, taking care to cause it to
make a lot of obscene slurping sounds. If she was going to be f***ed to
humiliate herself like this, she might as well make it difficult for the
bitch to concentrate on her work. Occasionally Danielle would look up from
her work and order her, "Faster." Terri switched hands several times, and
her hands began tiring quickly.
"How long….." Terri ventured to ask once.
Sharply, Danielle retorted, "Until I tell you to stop, bitch! Or WOULD you
like that in your ass instead?"
"No, ma’am," the blonde mumbled, redoubling her efforts with the dildo. She
WAS very aroused. Her nipples were rock hard, and she began using her free
hand to play with them. The other woman made no move to stop her.
Looking out the window at one point, Terri saw–FEET??? Then she realized
that she was seeing the window-washer’s platform, and that they were doing
the windows on the floor above them.
Terri’s bl**d ran cold as she came to the realization that the
window-washers would be moving down to THIS floor next, and that they would
have a clear, unobstructed view of her masturbation through the window.
"Danielle….I mean, ma’am…." Terri pleaded. To her credit, her pace with
the dildo never faltered.
"Yes, hon?" Danielle responded, buried in paperwork.
"Outside the window…the window-washers…."
"So? They’re there every week. Don’t the windows get washed in your
building?"
"Please…they’re STRANGERS…they’ll see…." Terri protested.
"Do you mind? I’m trying to read here," Danielle chided.
Just then, the window-washers moved down to the floor which Danielle’s
office was on. As Terri had feared, the three men saw her right away. The
blonde had no choice but to keep fucking herself with the plastic cock.
Needless to say, no other windows would be getting cleaned that day.
Looking up from her work, Danielle instructed Terri, "Get on your hands and
knees. Fuck yourself doggy-style with that cock. No, facing them. I want
them to see your expression while you screw yourself." Terri did as she was
told. "Faster and harder. I want them to see you cum." There were distinct
bulges in the trousers of the workers as they watched. "Cum for them,
Terri."
Terri’s body betrayed her as she humped back against the dildo in this
obscene self-****. She was, in fact, very close to cumming. Doggy style was
her favorite way to get fucked, though she would never admit this to
anyone, least of all her arch-rival.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Terri cried out as waves of pleasure
wracked her body. Her pussy was pulsating around the pistoning dildo as she
fervently worked it in and out. The sensations were so intense that she
dropped the dildo, quickly getting her fingers back in just to have
something, anything, filling her horny, wet cunt. She brought herself off a
second time with her fingers, then a third.
"You may stop now," Danielle announced. Terri actually had to be told
twice. As she came down from her pleasure high, she was again reminded of
her situation when she looked up and saw the three window-washers staring
lewdly in at her. The total humiliation swept over and engulfed her again.
"Thank them," Danielle ordered her without looking up.
"What?"
"Thank those men for being such a terrific audience, hon."
Looking at the men outside the window, Terri whispered the words "Thank
you."
Exasperated, Danielle looked up. "For gods sake, you stupid bimbo, THANK
THEM. Go over to them. Kiss the glass."
So, clad only in heels, Terri hesitantly made her way over to the glass,
planting a soft kiss on it. "Use your tongue….lick the glass," Danielle
instructed. Terri did. The men took turns "frenching" her back thru the
glass.
"Press those ‘superior tits’ against the glass for them," she was ordered
next. So she mashed her 36D breasts against the window. It was somewhat
cold, and her nipples hardened again almost immediately.
"Go back to the desk. Sit on the edge of the desk, and let them watch you
lick your hard nipples," the brunette directed. "Spread your legs. Let them
see your pretty cunt." Blushing with shame, Terri did as she was
instructed. Still, part of her found the exhibitionism a bit exciting, and
she was ashamed to realize that she was wet, and was hoping that she would
next be told to play with her pussy again.
No such luck. "Come here, Terri," Danielle requested softly, writing
something down on a legal pad. Handing the pad to Terri, "Go show this to
those nice men."
Reading Danielle’s scribblings to herself: "Encore Performance tonight? 8
p.m. Regent Hotel, Room 1283!" Terri recoiled in shock.
"Ma’am….I can’t!!! Steven will expect me home….he’ll get
suspicious….."
"That’s not my problem. You’re going to be at this hotel if I have to drag
you there. And either you can have some fun with those three men….or I’ll
invite a few of my ‘lady friends’ up, and some of them would love to take
turns shoving that dildo up your ass, believe me. What is it going to be?"
Beet-red, Terri walked over to the window and held up the note for the men.
All three of them eagerly acknowledged that, yes, they would be there to
get serviced by the blonde beauty. Finally, Danielle got up and put an end
to this round of Terri’s humiliation, by drawing the window blinds.
"Now….back to business. Sit down," Danielle indicated a chair in front of
her desk, herself sitting in her own chair behind the desk. "Oh, hon, some
of your juices got on my desk there. You wanna lick that up for me,
please?" Terri got right to it, hoping that would be all she would have to
lick today.
Just then someone knocked at Danielle’s door. "Come in," she announced. A
woman, probably around the same age as Danielle or Terri, came in.
"I’m going to be taking off a little early tonight, to pick up my k**s,"
the newcomer said.
"That’s fine, Jeanie. Have a good night," Danielle responded. The woman
left, seemingly having thought nothing was odd about a beautiful blonde
woman, totally naked, licking her boss’ desk.
"That’s good enough," Danielle assured the other businesswoman. "Now, I
just need you to sign this." She passed a paper to Terri.
"What is it?"
"Your resignation from your company, effective immediately." She
brightened. "I’ve decided to offer you a job here!"
"What kind of ‘job’?" the blonde asked suspiciously.
"Oh, what does it matter? You’re going to sign it, and you’re going to be
working for me. I need a new secretary anyway."
"But….I have years of experience….college…." Terri fumbled.
"That’s nice. But you won’t be needing them here," Danielle explained. "Now
SIGN IT," she added in a no-nonsense tone.
What choice did Terri have? She signed the resignation.
"Great!" Danielle bubbled. "I’ll see that our mailroom gets this over there
right away! And, welcome aboard!" Danielle was ever the enthusiastic new
employer. "You know," she confided, "I think you’re gonna be better off
here than there. I hear that company is about to take a turn for the
worse…" Terri’s new boss patted the manila file folder and grinned.
Terri was speechless.
"What, don’t you have any words of thanks to offer your new boss?" Terri
mumbled a "thank you". "Come on now, is that anyway to thank someone who
hired you, despite your history of adultery and corporate espionage?"
Hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs, Danielle gave her new secretary
her first official task. "Get over here, on your knees! Under the desk,
honey. You’ll be spending a lot of time under there!"
Danielle made an honest effort to get some work done. But it was just no
use. No worry, she assured herself as Terri’s tongue snaked in and out of
her cunt. Now that she had hired new help, the work would cum easy.
Chapter 3
Terri finally made it home at 12:30am, grateful that the day of hell was
finally over. She had just left the hotel a half hour ago.
She had gone to the hotel at 8:00, just as Danielle had told her to. There,
she had found not only the three men from the window-washing crew, but also
the two men who had "****d" Terri and Danielle earlier that day. Her
clothes had come off in five seconds flat, and she had been groped, poked
and prodded by the horny men. They had gang-fucked her in every possible
combination, with the exception of her (thankfully, she sighed) still
virgin asshole. Fortunately, whenever one of the men had expressed interest
in her backdoor delights, she had been able to sell him on using her mouth,
hands, tits or cunt instead. After all, she was a saleslady, and a good one
at that!
Inevitably, the two "hoodlums" had shown up with their video camera, and
the result was more Terri footage: Terri sucking a cock while taking one
doggy-style. Terri on her back, with one prick in her mouth, one in each
hand, one between her 36D breasts, and one sawing in and out of her pussy.
Terri in the middle of a circle, the five men standing around, their cocks
hard, and the blonde clad only in her pumps, walking on her knees from one
to the next. Terri lying on the king size hotel bed, five men kneeling
around her, jacking off and eventually covering the blonde beauty with
their jism from head to toe. Terri in the shower, and the men, one at a
time, filing in to clean up and for one last fuck. Finally, after spending
half an hour in the shower trying to wash away the humiliation of being
gangbanged, Terri emerging from the bathroom in one of the hotel robes, to
find that the men have all jacked off into a wine glass for her, a
nightcap. Terri taking the proffered glass, swallowing all five loads of
cum with one gulp, leaving a tiny rivulet of cum running out of the corner
of her mouth and down her cheek.
After the men had left, Terri had retrieved her clothes, only to discover
that all the buttons had been cut from her blouse, meaning that she would
have to hold it together by hand or expose her braless tits. Fortunately,
the lobby of the hotel had been nearly empty.
Returning to her car, Terri had found the windows open. Looking in, she saw
used condoms littering the entire interior of the car. And a note, "Dear
Terri, hope you remember how many times they fucked you, because that’s how
many condoms there are in the car. Wouldn’t want you to overlook any and
have Steven find them! Love, your new boss, Danielle." In tears, the young
blonde had spent an hour scouring the car for the sperm-filled condoms.
This created great views of her bare ass for passers-by, especially when
she was bending over to look under the seats (most of the condoms had been
hidden here for this reason.) The car also smelled like jizz, and Terri had
to make a stop at a car wash to spray the car down with a lemon air
freshener.
Once safely at home, Terri felt the need to shower yet again, though she
suspected that no amount of soap would ever make her feel clean again. She
sobbed throughout her entire shower, wondering how she had managed to get
herself into this mess. Then, toweling herself off, the exhausted woman
climbed into bed.
Steven, half-awake, murmured "Rough day?"
"The roughest," Terri whispered. Steven was eager to make it better, and he
began rubbing his hand on her thigh. Terri gently took his hand away.
"Too tired, sweets…" she murmured. A lie. Terri knew that she wouldn’t be
able to sl**p. The truth was, she ached all over from the train she had
just been fucked by. Steven thought nothing of it and simply went back to
sl**p.
The bedside phone rang awhile later, the clock on the night stand said
1:17. It was Danielle.
"Hi there, I just wanted to see how it was going for my newest employee."
"Fine," Terri sighed.
"Hubby asl**p?"
"Yes," Terri said thru clenched teeth.
"I’m at your front door right now. Come let me in," came the whisper from
the other end of the line.
Knowing she had no choice, Terri threw on her robe and went downstairs. She
paused with her hand on the deadbolt for the front door. What if her
rival–correction, her BOSS, she reminded herself–had set her up, and
arranged to have more men on the other side of this door, lying in wait to
**** her some more?
Realizing that even if there were an entire gang of men waiting to fuck
her, she would have no choice in the matter anyway, she quietly opened the
door.
Danielle stood there alone, also clad in a robe. She had obviously been
unable to sl**p and had dealt with it by coming to torment Terri some more.
"What did you expect–a gang of men come to **** you?" The brunette
laughed. "It can be arranged, you know."
"What do you want?" Terri demanded.
"I want you to come outside," Danielle ordered. "Now, I want you to take
that robe off."
"Danielle….ma’am….what if the neighbors…."
"….see what a whore they’re living next door to? I don’t care. I don’t
live in this neighborhood."
"Ma’am….please! Don’t make me do this!"
"OK. I just have something I have to drop off for Steven. A videotape. Then
I’ll be on my way." The brunette turned and headed back toward her car.
"Wait….ma’am….." Danielle turned around, noting with satisfaction that
the buxom Terri had shed her robe, letting it fall to the ground.
"Good girl," Terri’s new boss murmured approvingly. Parting her robe, she
added, "You know the drill."
Terri did. Trembling at the thought of being seen by one of her neighbors,
she nevertheless got on her knees in the moonlight and began licking
Danielle off. Hopefully if she got the bitch off quickly, she would leave
and not make a scene.
Danielle closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations created by the
unwilling Terri’s tongue. The blonde was becoming a better cunt-licker
every time she went down on her new boss.
"Oh…..YES!!!!!" Danielle gasped. "Put your fingers in me!" Terri obliged,
putting two fingers into the brunette’s pussy. "I didn’t say to stop
licking….." Obediently, the blonde’s tongue continued its assault of
Danielle’s clit.
"Tell me…." Danielle moaned, "did Steven fuck you tonight?"
"No…" Terri whispered between licks. "Too sore."
In mock horror, Danielle pushed Terri’s face away from her cunt. "WHAT? You
didn’t have the DECENCY to SATISFY YOUR OWN HUSBAND?" she asked loudly.
"After you sucked and fucked HOW MANY STRANGE MEN today? Six, wasn’t it? Or
was it twenty-six?" Terri looked around nervously. Lights were coming on in
a few of the neighbor’s houses.
"Please, Danielle….my neighbors will hear….."
"Well then, fine," the brunette said reasonably, "let’s continue this in
your house." And Danielle entered the house, Terri having no choice but to
follow.
Thankfully, Danielle lowered her voice to a whisper once they were in the
house. "Since you wouldn’t take care of your husband’s needs…I’ll just
have to do it for you."
"He won’t–" Terri began defiantly.
"He won’t know it’s me, because my head will be underneath the bedsheets.
Unless you’d just like me to wake him up and invite him down here to watch
a movie? I have a nice steamy adult flick in the car. It’s called ‘Terri
the Tramp’."
"You wouldn’t."
"Try me, bitch," Danielle offered softly. "Now, I’m going to have a little
fun with hubby. He’ll probably stay half asl**p through it and he’ll just
think it’s you. You are going to stand in the doorway and watch."
Terri was bawling. "PLEASE," she whispered urgently. "Please don’t do
this….please….I’ll do anything…I’ll sl**p with whoever you want me
to….please….Danielle…..ma’am….PLEASE! My marriage means so much to
me, PLEASE don’t….."
Danielle only laughed. "At 11 yesterday morning, your marriage meant
nothing compared to a chance to show me up and humiliate me. Now it’s your
turn to be humiliated, Terri." Shedding her robe, she padded softly up the
stairs. Terri, powerless to do anything but watch, did just that. She
watched in horror as the cruel brunette’s head disappeared under the
bedsheets. Soon, Danielle’s outline under the sheets began a steady bobbing
motion, like some obscene white ghost in their bed. The obscenely loud
slurping noises coming from beneath the covers, coupled with Steven’s
ever-increasing moans of pleasure, cut thru Terri like a knife.
As tears were flowing freely for Terri, other juices were flowing for
Danielle. Her mouth was well-stuffed with Steven’s sizable cock, but other
parts of her needed attention. Reaching down with the hand that wasn’t
massaging Steven’s balls, she began rubbing her clit slowly.
Steven didn’t suspect a thing. "Mmmmmmm changed your mind huh?" he moaned
dreamily, thinking that it was his wife going down on him beneath the
covers.
Danielle muttered an "mmmm hmmmm…", understandably muffled. Behind her
somewhere, she could just make out the sound of Terri sobbing quietly. She
increased the amount of slurping noises accordingly. This was no problem
for Danielle, who had always been a "noisy eater", whether her mouth was
full of cock or cunt.
And now it was time for the coup de grace, Danielle thought to herself
smugly. Taking the bedsheets, she flipped them so that they were now
covering Steven’s upper half. Popping his cock out of her mouth with a loud
smacking sound, Danielle then straddled Terri’s husband, facing away from
him (and toward Terri, who was silently begging her to stop.) Despite the
blonde’s pleas, Danielle slowly impaled herself on Steven’s cock.
It was wonderful. The ruined look on Terri’s face was priceless. As an
added stab in her breaking heart, Danielle now silently indicated to her
that she was to finger fuck herself.
In shame, Terri did as she was told. Occasionally she would mouth the word
"please" to the woman now enjoying her husband in her bed. Danielle,
however, had no intentions of stopping; in fact, she blew Terri a kiss and
doubled her pace. She was able to get herself off three times before Steven
tensed up and filled her cunt with his hot cum. Terri, heartbroken, hung
her head in shame.
Without further ado, the brunette homewrecker dismounted and left the
bedroom. Pulling Terri behind her, she headed back down the stairs.
The young blonde was hysterical, quietly falling to pieces. Danielle
couldn’t help but feel for her a little bit. Gently, she reached out and
hugged the other woman, running her fingers thru Terri’s hair trying to
soothe her. She kissed the blonde softly on the lips, then followed with a
more urgent, more passionate kiss. Terri found herself returning the kiss,
her tongue sliding into the mouth that had, just a few minutes ago, been
servicing her husband’s cock.
Terri actually felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Maybe she’s going to
end this now, she thought hopefully. Maybe this was her revenge for how
mean I was to her, and it’s over now.
Their tongues still duelling, Danielle steered both of them over to the
sofa, pulling Terri down on top of her. Without even being told, the
blonde’s hands moved to Danielle’s small but firm breasts, squeezing them
gently.
Danielle broke the kiss. "You like my tits?"
"Yes," Terri breathed.
"Too bad you had to make fun of them all those times," the other woman
replied, some of the harshness returning to her voice.
"I know, Danielle…I’m…."
"Ma’am…." Danielle corrected.
"Ma’am….I know….I’m sorry I…."
But Danielle interrupted. "Eat my pussy clean. Lick your husband’s cum out
of me."
Terri’s eyes pleaded. Her mouth opened to do the same, but the other woman
cut her off. "Do it now, or I’ll go upstairs and ask him to do it for
me…." Terri needed no further urging. For what seemed like the hundredth
time, she lowered her tongue to Danielle’s cunt.
Danielle didn’t leave for another hour. During that time, Terri not only
cleaned out Danielle’s pussy, she also went upstairs and sucked all of the
other woman’s taste off of her sl**ping husband’s cock, as it was
Danielle’s turn to stand in the doorway, excitedly rubbing her clit. Steven
got hard again, and Terri milked the cum from his balls, not swallowing it
but keeping it in her mouth. Then going to Danielle, french kissing her and
at the same time delivering her husband’s jism into the brunette’s mouth
for her enjoyment.
Finally Danielle did leave, making Terri walk her to her car. The young
blonde was still hoping that this was as far as the other woman would be
taking this game. Her hopes were shattered when Danielle told her, "See you
at 9 in the morning. You have a busy day ahead."
In tears, Terri turned to go back in the house, still nude. Only to
discover that Danielle had locked the door. Panicking for a moment until
she remembered where the spare key was hidden, under a statue at the side
of the porch. Terri unlocked the door, then put the key back in its hiding
place and went inside.
Half a block away, Danielle watched, mentally noting the hiding place of
the key. "Good night, Terri," she whispered. Then, "Good night, Steven…."
Chapter 4
3 pm, Friday. Terri, clad in a daring low cut black minidress, waited for
Danielle in her office.
Danielle hadn’t been in the office that morning when Terri came in. She
had, however, left her newest employee a list of things to do.
Terri had several new charges on her Mastercard which she had no idea how
she’d explain to her husband.
FREDERICK’S OF HOLLYWOOD. Danielle had instructed Terri to change her
attire. No more business suits; an hour at Frederick’s and the young blonde
had gone from professional businesswoman to cheap whore. "Buy some slutty
attire", Danielle’s instructions had said, "and if it’s not slutty enough,
I’ll take you to the store myself to exchange it….on a leash." No need;
the outfits Terri had selected would have put a Hollywood hooker to shame.
THE GREEN DOOR NOVELTY SHOP. An adult book and toy store. Danielle had
given a list of things for her new secretary to buy. Among them were a
stack of lesbian magazines (to offer Terri ‘pointers’ on serving her new
mistress), and an assortment of dildos, ranging in size. The smallest was
the size of Terri’s index finger, the largest was about as big as the toy
she had been made to fuck herself with, while putting on a show for the
window washing crew.
JOSE’S CANTINA BAR AND GRILL. A Mexican restaurant where Terri had gone to
meet….and eat….Danielle for lunch. More humiliation, both above and
under the table. While waiting for their lunch, Terri had been made to lay
all her purchases out in front of her on the table and discuss each one.
She’d also been f***ed to proposition their waitress, whom it turned out
was not bisexual and not interested, despite the blonde’s begs and pleas to
"PLEASE let me eat you!" As she ate Danielle for dessert, Terri had gotten
an agonizing nipple twisting punishment for failing to seduce the young
hispanic cutie.
TARGET. Danielle had instructed Terri to get some jet black hair coloring.
The blonde didn’t understand this, as everything else seemed to indicate
that Danielle wanted to turn her into a stereotypical dumb blonde bimbo.
PALOMAR’S EXOTIC JEWELRY. Here, Terri had gotten a nipple piercing. If the
other woman had hoped this would humiliate Terri further, she was in for a
disappointment. Terri had always thought a nipple ring would be erotic. She
had even added a small one to the bill and was now wearing it, even though
Danielle had only demanded a piercing.
All the items Terri had been made to buy were now either being worn by her,
or in shopping bags at her feet. She wondered what would be next.
She didn’t have to wonder long. Danielle came in, asking, "How did it go?
Did you get everything?"
"Yes, ma’am," Terri acknowledged, picking up the shopping bags.
"Stand up," her boss ordered. "Nice dress. Very nice. But take it off."
Terri let the black minidress fall to the floor. Not allowed to wear
underwear, she now stood completely naked in front of her boss.
Danielle looked her secretary up and down hungrily. Her glance finally fell
on the nipple ring. "Nice. But definitely not what I had in mind." Going to
her wall of certifications, she retrieved the Ŗnd Place" ribbon which
Terri had taunted her with so long ago. Removing Terri’s nipple ring, she
clipped the ribbon onto the young blonde’s 36D tit instead. "Perfect," she
complimented herself as she admired her work.
Terri was then told to sit down and spread her legs. "I’m going to explain
what’s going to be expected from you, working for me. While I do that,
you’re to play with your cunt." Terri obeyed.
"Rule 1. You will do everything I tell you to do, without fail. Begging and
pleading with me for mercy will usually be allowed, however. In fact it
kind of turns me on when you do," the brunette confided. "Not that it will
get you anywhere."
"Rule 2. You are a slut. You are MY slut. You’ll fuck, suck and lick
whoever I tell you to fuck, suck and lick, whenever I tell you to fuck,
suck and lick. As a true slut, you love sex, and you will NEVER refuse to
provide your services to ANYONE who asks for them. I will be testing you
from time to time."
"One exception to rule 2 will be your pretty little virgin ass. You will
make every effort to keep it that way. How you do this is up to you. I have
special plans for your ass." Terri froze with fright. "I didn’t tell you to
stop." The blonde resumed her fingering.
"I have special plans for your ass," Danielle repeated, taking out the
dildo which Terri had sent her. Noting Terri’s pale expression, she added,
"But you’ll be allowed to work up to it. That’s what the toys you bought
today are for. You’ll start with the small ones, and you’ll be allowed to
slowly break yourself in for this. As long as you behave yourself."
"You can do anything you think necessary to keep your ass unfucked, and
save it for me. Of course," she pondered, "if someone just f***es their way
into your ass, what can you do? In that case, you’ll be severely punished,
of course." Then she elaborated. "Punishment. I’ve never been much for
whipping, torture, and that sort of thing. Myself, I’d just prefer to have
you make a complete whore out of yourself in public. I find that
humiliation is a good teacher. Of course," she added, "although I’m not
into whipping and torture, I can hardly speak for all the men and women
whom I’m going to be allowing to make use of you." Danielle let the
implications of this sink in with the horrified Terri.
"Rule 3. We’ll call this the ‘protein rule’. You will give two blowjobs a
day. I don’t care who, as long as it’s someone who works for this company."
"Rule 4. We’re on the 33rd floor of this building, and lots of good people
rely on the elevators to get to their offices. We wouldn’t want to get in
their way, so you will not use any elevators. Besides, we both know what
whores like you do in elevators, don’t we? There’s a stairway at the end of
the hallway which will take you all the way to the lobby or the mailroom."
"If you’re caught using an elevator, I’ll see to it that you are thrown
into that very elevator and gang****d. Of course," she reflected
thoughtfully, "given rule #2, it wouldn’t really be ****, would it?"
"I’m sure you’re wondering about the hair dye. No, don’t worry, you’re
still going to be a blonde. You’re going to dye your hair down there–"
Danielle indicated Terri’s blonde pubic hair, "–then…everyone who you
fuck is going to think you’re not a real blonde!" Terri’s new boss seemed
quite pleased with herself for thinking this one up.
They were interrupted by Jeanie, the same lady who had come in when the
blonde was licking her juices off Danielle’s desk, the day before. Again,
the woman seemed oblivious to Terri’s nudity, as well as the show she was
putting on.
"Any outgoing mail?" Jeanie asked.
"Just this," Danielle replied, handing her a small package. "Have you met
my new secretary? Jeanie, this is Terri. I’m sure she’d shake hands,
but…." her voice trailed off.
But Terri’s hand was covered with her juices, and three of her fingers were
buried in her cunt. Jeanie nodded dismissively, then left the room.
"You can stop now. Put your dress back on," Terri was ordered.
"Now, we’re going to have a little fun. The package which Jeanie is mailing
out is a video tape addressed to your husband."
"Why….?" Terri choked in disbelief.
"Like I said. Just a little fun. To see if you can stop her." Danielle
looked at her watch. "She’s on her way to the mail chute right now. When
she drops it in it’ll go right to the mailroom…" She looked at Terri.
"Unless you can convince her otherwise, of course…."
Holding back tears, Terri rushed after Jeanie. She caught up to the other
woman just as she was about to drop the package in the mail chute.
"Jeanie….please….don’t put that in there! I need that…." Terri
reached for the package.
"Nope! Danielle told me to mail this!" Jeanie held the package out of the
desperate blonde’s reach.
"You don’t understand….that package could ruin me….please…."
"Oh, yeah. I heard about you. Didn’t you star in a porno movie without your
husband knowing, or something like that?"
"No," Terri sobbed, "it’s not like that….you see….."
"All I see is that you have no morals. sl**ping around on your husband, and
dressing like that." Indicating Terri’s attire. "In any event, my boss told
me to mail this, and that’s what I’m going to do." Jeanie turned to the
mail drop to do just that.
"Please!" Terri begged. "I’ll do anything…."
Jeanie stopped. "Anything? Like what? What will you do?"
"I’ll….I’ll lick you….eat you…."
Jeanie rolled her eyes, disgusted. "Thanks, but I’m not a lesbo like you."
Looking at the package in her hands, she added, "There is one thing…"
"Anything….please name it….anything…." Terri cried.
"Danielle tells me your husband is a pretty good fuck. I want to fuck him
too."
How many people knew about the games Danielle was playing with her? Terri
shook her head in horror. "No….I can’t…."
"I didn’t think so. Oh well, just a thought." Jeanie turned back toward the
mail slot. "Oh well. The divorce should be final in about six months. I’ll
just give him a call then…."
"OK….OK….I’ll…..you can fuck him……" Terri choked on the words.
"Great! I’ll be over tonight, at midnight!" Jeanie handed the hapless
secretary the package.
Terri’s mind raced. She’d bring home some beer for her husband, by midnight
he would be too wasted to notice…
She was interrupted by Danielle. "I see you two are getting along…that’s
great!" The brunette took the package from Terri. "Jeanie, I thought I told
you to mail this," she demanded in a mock scolding voice. "Oh well, if you
want something done, do it yourself, I guess." Danielle dropped the package
in the mail slot. Terri gasped, then began sobbing again.
"See you at midnight, Terri!" Jeanie chirped as she scurried back to work.
"Why…." Terri implored.
"Just to see you run down 33 floors of stairs to the mailroom to try to get
it back…." Danielle taunted.
Terri had no other choice. She ran down the stairs three at a time,
bursting into the mailroom completely out of breath, to find the room
empty. Quickly she searched the bin which received the mail from the mail
drop. No package. Hearing a sound from one of the offices, Terri went and
looked in. She gasped at what she saw.
Three of the mailroom workers were in the office, intently watching a TV on
a cart. On the TV was Terri, providing service to five men!
Upon further scrutiny, it was obvious that one of the mailroom men had been
curious about this particular piece of mail, and had opened it. No doubt
they had been astonished to find out that it was a tape of a young,
gorgeous blonde fucking and sucking five men! All three of the mailroom men
had their cocks out and were stroking themselves.
The young blonde realized there was only one way to get the tape back.
Boldly she marched into the room and shut off the TV. The men all stopped
in mid-stroke, trying to cover themselves up. No doubt thinking that a
manager had caught them jacking off to porno.
Then one of them recognized Terri. "Hey….it’s the girl from the movie!"
"That’s right," Terri cooed. "Listen, why should you studs have to jack off
to some dumb movie, when you can have the real thing?" Her hands shaking,
she slipped off her dress. The men whistled at her awesome body.
"It IS the girl from the movie!" another of the guys acknowledged in awe.
Terri actually blushed.
"Let’s make a deal," the blonde said softly. "I need this video tape back.
You need those wonderful hard cocks serviced. Enough said?"
"I don’t know…." the first guy, Ramon, said. "Must be important if you
want it back so bad…."
"I’ll throw something else in," Terri whispered to him, picking up the
remains of the packaging which the video tape had been wrapped in. "I
promise not to tell anyone that you like to open mail i*****lly…." The
blonde winked, then dropped to her knees in front of his chair. Ramon
gasped as Terri took him into her mouth.
Lifting her head momentarily, the blonde turned to the other two men. "Get
naked. I want you next," she purred, then went back down on Ramon.
As one of the other men, Vincent, entered her sopping wet cunt from behind,
Terri mused that this wasn’t so bad. It beat the hell out of going down on
that dyke upstairs. And maybe she could finally get rid of that aftertaste
from Danielle’s cunt, by gargling with a load of jism or two. Or three….
Terri was somewhat sore from all the fucking she had done in the past two
days, but she was really getting into her slut role. She tried to tell
herself that this was just an act, to get the tape back, but the sensations
going thru her body were betraying her. Her cunt was practically on fire,
and she was very eagerly humping back against Vincent’s cock.
Each man took his turn in Terri’s cunt and mouth. She also held her sizable
tits together and the men took turns fucking her cleavage, except for
Vincent who didn’t really get into that.
After Terri had cum for the fifth time, she decided she’d had enough.
Laying down on the floor, she told the men, "I want you to jack off all
over me. You know, like in my movie?"
As the men kneeled around her, the pretty blonde wondered how she’d sunk so
low. She’d actually enjoyed the past half hour with these three strange
men! Some of it was, no doubt, having some degree of control again after
Danielle had taken it all away from her in the past two days.
She didn’t have time to ponder the mysteries of the universe any further,
as at that moment Ramon began spurting his jism all over her face. Grabbing
his cock, she ensured that at least some of it ended up in her mouth. The
other two men soon followed suit, dousing Terri’s firm tits with their cum.
The blonde began scooping the creamy cum off her face and sucking it off
her fingers. "Mmmmmm I love cum…" she moaned. Terri then kissed each of
their pricks, then got up and put her dress back on. She collected the
video tape and hurried to get out of there, before the men could get hard
again.
She nearly ran into a smiling Danielle, standing in the doorway with a
video camera.
Chapter 5
A week later, Danielle came into the office as usual, around 9 am. As
usual, when she sat down at her desk, she was greeted by her secretary’s
tongue going down on her twat.
As usual, Terri was under the desk, clad only in her black pumps, matching
black lace crotchless panties (Danielle now allowed the blonde to wear
panties on Fridays), and the Ŗnd place" ribbon pinned thru her nipple–the
way Danielle liked her.
Terri’s tongue danced around the brunette’s clit for awhile, before moving
in for "the kill". The secretary was a very good pussy eater, Danielle had
to give her credit.
"Fingers," Danielle whispered huskily. As the blonde obliged her by easing
two fingers into her cunt, Danielle opened her desk drawer where Terri’s
toys were kept.
On a usual day, Danielle would give Terri one of the smaller dildos, and
the blonde would diligently work it into her tight ass while slurping on
her boss’ cunt. They had started with the smallest of the set, slightly
larger than Danielle’s finger, which had gone in with relative ease. After
two days, the blonde had "graduated" to the next size. There had been
slight discomfort–and more pleasure than Terri had cared to admit. Suffice
to say that when Terri’s tongue had brought Danielle to orgasm, the
brunette had not cum alone.
On a usual day, when Danielle had cum as many times as she could handle for
one morning, she’d move her chair away and let Terri out. The blonde would
then usually take a seat on the other side of the desk, and would further
work her ass with the dildo while Danielle had a cup of coffee and pored
over the day ahead.
Having never had anything in her ass before, Terri was experiencing brand
new sensations. The humiliation of being made to shove things up her ass
had given way to curiosity and pleasure. In some cases, the blonde beauty
was experiencing sensory overload. During Thursday’s session, while reaming
her ass with the #2 dildo, she surprised both her boss and herself by
begging to be allowed to play with her cunt with her free hand.
Danielle had denied this request, but had made a counter offer. "If you
beg, I might be willing to get on my knees and take care of you myself,"
she had offered.
Terri, who had always found the very thought of having sex with another
woman disgusting, had begged for it. Danielle had made the blonde
elaborate, in graphic detail, precisely what she wanted, and only then did
she take her position in front of her secretary. The combination of the
dildo in her ass and the bisexual Danielle’s skilled tongue on her cunt
proved to be too much for Terri’s body to handle, and she had felt as if
the powerful orgasms wracking her sexy body were going to tear her apart.
All in all, Danielle was grateful that she had set up the video camera to
record the day’s events.
Today was not a usual day. Instead of handing her cuntlicker the #2 ass
dildo, which her asshole was now well accustomed to, Danielle handed Terri
the biggest dildo of all, the one which Terri had mailed to her to taunt
her, long ago.
Terri stopped in mid-lick as she realized what she had been handed. The
dildo was more than twice the size of the #2. Her ass would be ripped
apart! She voiced her concern to her boss.
Danielle chided the blonde, "I didn’t tell you to stop licking. If you’ve
got something to say to me, you can say it between licks or thru a mouthful
of pussy." Terri resumed licking. "Now. Yes, that’s bigger than what your
little ass is used to. No, I don’t care how much it hurts. It’s going up
your ass."
"Please…." Terri started.
"Remember the protein rule? You’re supposed to swallow at least two loads
of cum a day?" Terri DID remember. She had followed the rule diligently
every day, choosing the well-hung mailroom studs as her cum-donors…except
for yesterday. She had not had the opportunity to go to the mailroom
yesterday, and rather than humiliate herself with the men in this office on
33 (who already thought she was a cheap slut anyway), she instead hoped
that her boss wouldn’t find out. It seemed now that she had.
"You broke the rule. Now I’m going to take it out of your ass." Moving her
chair, Danielle ordered Terri to get on the desk, on all fours.
As Danielle picked up the dildo, Terri began begging. "Please, ma’am! It
won’t happen again! Please!" The giant dildo was at the entrance to Terri’s
anal canal. "Please….I’ll do anything! I’m sorry! Please…." The tip of
the dildo was in Terri’s ass, already stretching her. "Oh
god….PLEASE….."
The blonde desperately tried a different tack. "Ma’am….please….may your
whore secretary make a request? Please?"
"What’s your ‘request’?" Danielle stopped and asked.
"Please….can I at least lubricate the dildo? Please?" Danielle resumed
her attempts at pushing the dildo further into the blonde’s tight ass. "OH
GOD….PLEASE….IT’LL TEAR ME APART PLEASE FOR GOD’S SAKE LET ME LUBRICATE
IT…."
Danielle popped the dildo out of Terri’s ass. The girl sighed with relief.
"Lubrication," Danielle mused. "Yes, it DOES seem like some is needed. Go
get some KY jelly." Terri put her dress on, and reached for her purse. "No
purse."
Not comprehending, Terri protested, "But I have to buy–"
"We don’t have time for you to run out to a store," Danielle said with
exasperation. "I’m sure someone in this company has a tube of KY jelly.
Just walk around and ask everyone." Terri began to protest, but Danielle
silenced her. "Either that, or we could just try it again without any."
So, humiliated beyond belief, Terri, clad in an unthinkably revealing
dress, walked from desk to desk asking if anyone had any KY jelly. She was
met with a variety of reactions, ranging from utter disgust from most of
the women, to open leering by some of the men.
Surprisingly, one of the women, a tall blonde named Angela, did have a tube
of the jelly. However, she informed Terri that she would have to earn it.
"Whatever," Terri sighed.
"Come with me," Angela instructed, leading the way to a supply room. Great,
another lezzie, the secretary thought to herself.
In the supply room, Angela told Terri to strip, then left the room. She
returned a moment later with Scott, her husband who was also an employee at
the company.
"I thought I’d give you your birthday present early," Angela whispered to
Scott, chewing on his ear while indicating the slut secretary. "Let me get
you ready for her….." Angela stripped her husband naked, kissing his body
all over as she undressed him.
"Slut, come over here and suck my husband’s dick," Angela ordered.
Nervously Terri looked at the door, afraid that someone would catch them in
here. "Don’t worry, everyone in the company’s going to lunch right now. Now
come over here and get your lunch."
Scott’s cock did look pretty inviting, Terri thought. Again, the blonde
secretary found herself trying to rationalize something which she really
had no choice about anyway. So she dropped to her knees and engulfed
Scott’s prick in her mouth. Angela, meanwhile, busied herself with french
kissing her husband.
The three of them did get interrupted by the door opening. It was only
Danielle, however. "Terri, I see you’ve met Angela and Scott! Oh, no need
to stop sucking that nice juicy cock on my account! They’ve worked with me
for a long time. In fact, remember the Jackson-Morgan contract that you
stole out from under me? Scott worked with me on that one for weeks! It was
a shame….these two were REALLY counting on that big commission that would
have brought. Well anyway, I’m sure you all can find a lot to talk about!"
Going over to where Terri’s clothes were piled on the floor, Danielle
picked up the black crotchless panties, and hung them from the doorknob.
"There…..now anyone else who wants to come in will know that the company
whore is busy in here!" And Danielle was gone.
"Look at what a little suck-monster she is," Angela whispered to her
husband as Terri relentlessly deep-throated him. "I know how badly you must
want to cum in her mouth. But I want to watch you fuck her instead…."
Next, Angela found a table covered with supplies, which she knocked off
onto the floor. "Slut," she ordered Terri, "you’ll clean that mess up when
we’re through with you." Terri muttered a muffled "mmmm hmmmm".
Angela led her husband to the table, and had him lay on his back atop it.
Then she instructed Terri to straddle him. The secretary obeyed, lowering
her cunt onto Scott’s rigid cock.
"Look how wet she is for you, baby! Too bad she’s not a natural blonde,"
Angela told her husband. Then leaning close to Terri, she whispered, "You
have better give my husband the fucking of a lifetime, or you will be
sorry."
Terri did just that, riding Scott for all he was worth, sending his prick
deep into her cunt with every downward stroke. The young slut was quickly
learning that the best way to combat these people who were seeking to
humiliate her and to ruin her life, was to enjoy what she was doing. In the
case of Scott’s well-sized prick, this was not difficult, and Terri figured
she would show Angela a thing or two about how to fuck.
"Do you enjoy fucking my husband?" Angela asked her as she watched.
"I love it," Terri sighed truthfully.
"I’ll bet you do. I’ve heard the stories about how immoral you are. You
cheat on your husband with whole gangs of men at a time….I’ll bet you’d
love for my husband to shoot his cum up in that slutty cunt of yours."
"Yes…..please…." Terri moaned.
"I’ll bet if my husband asked you to, you’d fuck him every day."
"Yes….." The gorgeous blonde confirmed. What she didn’t add was the fact
that she would HAVE to do so, according to the "rules" her boss had laid
out for her.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! You’d fuck my husband behind my back! You little
fucking homewrecker…." Angela sounded mad. Stooping down, she undid the
leather strap from her purse as Terri continued her joy-ride of Scott’s
hard cock.
Angela stood back up, now brandishing a make-shift leather whip. She raised
it threateningly.
"So, you’d fuck my husband every day, without me knowing."
"No…." Terri pleaded.
"NO? You just told me you would!" Angela brought the whip down on Terri’s
back. "Now are you saying that you wouldn’t obey my husband if he ordered
you to fuck him?"
"No….please…." But Angela brought the whip down again–and again–on
the blonde’s back. Not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough to make
Terri scream in pain, as Scott laid below her and moaned with pleasure.
"Now, I’m going to ask you this once. Give me the wrong answer and I whip
those beautiful tits. HARD." Angela moved around to Terri’s front to
emphasize. "If my husband asked you to fuck him, without me knowing, WOULD
YOU DO IT?"
Terri, never breaking stride on Scott’s cock, desperately fumbled for an
answer, any answer, which would protect her sensitive tits (and hardening
nipples) from the whip.
"Please…..I would have to….I’m just….a cock-craving slut….I just
need cock all the time….PLEASE NO!!!!" Angela raised the whip, but then
dropped it, apparently satisfied with the blonde’s answer. Terri, relieved,
got back to concentrating on her fucking of Scott. She needed to cum, and
needed it bad.
Angela denied her this, however, instead pulling the girl off of Scott.
"Now, baby, your fantasy is going to come true," she announced to her
husband. She had Terri stand on the floor and bend over the table. Then
rummaging in a supply cabinet, she found a wooden ruler and placed it in
her husband’s hand.
Angela told Terri, "My husband’s fantasy is that he’s an old schoolmaster,
and he’s taking a young schoolgirl to task for something that she’s done
wrong." With that, she dropped to her knees and took Scott’s cock into her
mouth.
Terri cringed, and then yelped with surprise and pain as the ruler hit her
ass with a resounding WHACK. It stung! Yet it made Terri’s cunt tingle with
excitement at the same time. And it was better than the prospect of having
her breasts whipped. Before long the blonde’s magnificent ass was covered
with red welts. And a few inches from there, Terri’s cunt was dripping wet
with juices, she was so turned on.
Fortunately for Terri’s asscheeks, Angela’s mouth made quick work of her
husband’s cock. As he was cumming, Scott pulled out of her mouth and shot
the majority of his jism all over Terri’s back and her reddened asscheeks.
Terri just laid there, bent over the table, as Scott got dressed. The
married couple assumed that the slut secretary was crying in pain and
humiliation; actually she was gasping for air, having cum twice from the
experience of being spanked.
Before following her husband out of the storeroom, Angela produced a small
tube of KY jelly from her pocked, setting it on the table next to Terri.
"Here you go, slut. Have fun," Angela taunted. "I expect you to bring us a
full tube of it….to our house, tomorrow night at 8. We’ll be expecting
you." Picking up the ruler, Angela gave the blonde secretary a few closing
swats on the ass, splattering her husband’s cum. "Get this place cleaned
up," she finished, then turned and left Terri alone.
Terri did clean the supply room up. But not before she reached down and
frigged her cunt to two more orgasms.
*****************************
Having put off the inevitable for as long as she could, Terri returned to
Danielle’s office. The brunette was in the middle of a phone call.
Wordlessly Terri removed her clothes and waited.
"Did you find what you were sent for?" Danielle asked as she got off the
phone. Terri nodded, producing the tube of jelly. Handing her secretary the
dildo, Danielle instructed her to get it ready.
Terri coated the entire dildo with the KY jelly, taking her time about it.
She was in no hurry to have her ass ****d by the monster dildo. Finally
Danielle took the toy from her secretary, and instructed her to get on the
desk, on her hands and knees.
"I’ve looked forward to this for a long time. Remember when you sent this
little toy to me?"
"Yes," Terri whimpered fearfully. Her knees were visibly shaking. "I’m so
sorry…."
"Of course you’re sorry, hon!" Danielle commiserated with the trembling
blonde, rubbing the dildo along the crack of Terri’s ass. "You’re sorry
that you got yourself into this situation, and you’re sorry that you’re
about to get your ass reamed. I doubt though that you’re sorry about all
the times you stepped on me to achieve a goal, and then came back and
tapdanced on my face to celebrate."
"Yes, I am! PLEASE!!!!"
"You have a very beautiful ass," Danielle told her secretary soothingly,
gently rubbing the welts from the ruler. "It looks like Angela and Scott
had to spank it for you. What did they have to spank you for?"
The married couple had had no real reason to spank Terri, but somehow she
didn’t think that was the answer her boss/mistress/owner wanted to hear.
"F-for b-being a slutty….whore….."
"Good girl. You know what? We’re going to have a slight change of plans."
Terri perked up hopefully. A reprieve? "Lie down on your back." Hopefully,
Terri did so.
"You do have very nice tits. I’ve always been jealous of them!" Danielle
moved the KY covered dildo up to Terri’s 36D boobs, and began rubbing the
toy all over the blonde’s hard nipples and her generous tits. "But I’m over
that jealousy now," the tormenter confided. "Because I can have these
anytime I want to!"
Terri liked having her breasts played with and stimulated. She moaned
softly as the dildo was guided over every square inch of tit.
"I’ll bet Bobby liked you pushing those gorgeous tits together and sticking
his cock between them," Danielle breathed. "This ‘Bobby’" she indicated the
toy "will, too! Push those huge, firm, SUPERIOR breasts together!"
Terri complied as her boss slipped the dildo between her cleavage. "You
like being tittyfucked, don’t you?"
In truth, Terri loved it. But the aim of Danielle’s exercise with the
blonde’s huge breasts was becoming clear. She was getting as much of the
precious KY jelly off of the dildo as possible, so that when she did
eventually ream her secretary’s virgin ass, it would be that much more
painful.
Reading her hapless bimbo’s mind, Danielle confirmed, "I had to do that.
You put WAY too much KY on there. We don’t want this monster to slide into
your ass too easy….that would spoil all the fun!" That said, Terri was
told to get back on her hands and knees.
"Now, I’m not going to lie to you. When I put this dildo in your tight
little ass, it’s going to hurt like hell. And I’m going to enjoy it. But
I’ll give you something to do while I ream you with this. Something to keep
your mind off some of the pain." Reaching in the drawer, she pulled out a
faded letter. The letter Terri had sent with the dildo, taunting Danielle
about her lost love.
Danielle put the letter on the desk, right under Terri’s head. Then she
retook her position with the tip of the dildo at the opening to the
blonde’s asshole. "Read it to me," she ordered.
This was too much for Terri. "Please….Danielle! I’M SORRY PLEASE BELIEVE
ME! OH GOD, WHAT CAN I DO TO SHOW YOU HOW SORRY I AM?"
"You can start reading," Danielle answered quietly, pushing the tip of the
dildo into Terri’s ass.
"Oh god…..I….got….B-Bobby, but….but….this is r-roughly
the….same size….enjoy…..s-s-sweetums….."
"Again," Danielle ordered, pushing the dildo a little further in Terri’s
ass.
"I got…Bobby….but this is roughly….the same
size…..AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! Enjoy… sweetums….OH GOD IT HURTS!!!"
"Again. Keep reading it."
"I got….Bobby……AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGHHHH PLEASE MA’AM…..I
g-got…..B-Bobby…..OHHHHHHHHHHH…."
"Hmmmm, I wonder how Bobby’s doing nowadays? Keep reading," Danielle added
as the toy continued its inexorable slide into the depths of Terri’s ass.
"…B-but….this….AGGGGGHHHHHH….is roughly….AAAAAAGGGGHH!! the
same…..size….."
"Is it, now? I’ll bet Bobby never did this with HIS cock!"
The letter was becoming blurred by tears. Terri didn’t really need to read
off the letter anymore anyway. These dozen words would be burned into her
memory forever. "I….got…..Bobby!!! But…..this
is…..roughly….same….size!!!" Through clenched teeth, doing her best
not to scream as the plastic invader was halfway in.
"Did you ever imagine, when you were sending this to me, where it would end
up?" Danielle conversed lightly as the other woman writhed in agony.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
IGOTBOBBY!!!!!BUTTHISISROUGHLYTHESAMESIZE!!! OH YOU CRUEL HEARTLESS
BITCH!!! OH GOD PLEASE!!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHH IT HURTS!!!!!!"
"You forgot the last two words," Danielle reminded her secretary.
"OHHHHHHHHH…..ENJOY…..SWEETUMS……PLEASE……"
"I am enjoying. Immensely," Danielle assured her. "And I love being called
sweetums. Bobby used to call me that….before you stole him from me. But
I’m sure you knew that. That’s why you signed the letter that way. Isn’t
it?" The dildo was now all the way in.
Danielle stepped back to admire the handiwork, the "bobby" dildo obscenely
stretching the blonde slut’s tight asshole. Terri actually breathed a sigh
of relief.
To further demoralize her secretary and wipe out all hope, Danielle leaned
close to Terri and whispered, "Maybe I should fist fuck your ass…." That
brought a whole new round of screaming and begging.
Grasping the hilt of the dildo, Danielle pulled it all the way out of the
blonde’s ass, then plunged it back in. Terri screamed as more pain shot
through her torn sphincter.
"Beg me for it, slut," her mistress ordered her.
"Danielle….ma’am….OOOHHHHHHHHHH…..please….fuck me…."
"No. Call me ‘Bobby’. After all, in a way, it is Bobby that’s fucking your
ass."
"Bobby….fuck….me….fuck my ass….AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Danielle was
delighted to oblige, now having a steady rhythm with the dildo pistoning in
and out of Terri’s torn ass.
"Bobby….fuck my ass!!!" It still hurt like hell, but Terri was beginning
to feel other sensations. Like a definite tingling from her cunt. Maybe if
she got herself off, it would take her mind off the blinding pain her ass
was in, she thought, while her right hand moved down to her clit.
"What are you doing? Are you getting turned on, slut?" Danielle hadn’t
expected this. "Get your hand away from there. I didn’t give you permission
to give yourself pleasure."
"Please….OHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE……" Terri begged. Her clit was now
literally itching for attention.
Danielle couldn’t believe it. The slut was really getting aroused by this
anal ****! "I’ll make you a deal, " Danielle offered as she reamed her
secretary’s ass with the huge dildo. "You may touch yourself, but you have
to promise to clean ‘Bobby’ off with your mouth when he’s done…"
Terri, amazed at how low she was sinking, didn’t hesitate. "YES…..I
promise….I’ll lick and suck it clean….PLEASE may I touch my cunt?" She
was now noticeably thrusting her ass back against the anal invader.
"You may touch yourself," Danielle told the blonde.
Terri didn’t need to be told twice. It didn’t take long for her to achieve
the first of five intensive orgasms. All in all, part of Terri was sorry
when the dildo was taken out of her ass and handed to her for cleaning.
The toy was covered in disgusting slime, and a little bit of bl**d. Oh
well, a deal is a deal, the blonde slut reminded herself as she dutifully
took it into her mouth.
Danielle supervised her secretary, making sure the toy was very well
cleaned. After all, it would be going in Danielle’s cunt next. Finally the
brunette couldn’t stand to watch Terri’s tongue and mouth blowing the fake
cock any longer, so she told her secretary she was excused for the day.
"Oh, there is one thing I want you to do before you leave," Danielle added,
the toy already deep in her snatch. Terri, who was getting dressed, paused.
"I know that two of the men I loaned you out to wanted to fuck your ass,
but you were able to keep them from it. Good job, by the way. But now, I
want you to go tell them the good news!"
"What good…..?" Terri began.
"Why….the good news, that your cute ass is no longer off limits for their
hard cocks!"
Terri was horrified. "But….it hurts…."
"It won’t hurt after awhile. I hear you’re going over to Scott and Angela’s
tomorrow night. I know he’ll be eager to try out your newly broken in
asshole. Just like I KNOW that you’ll beg him to ream it for you. Won’t
you?"
Terri, beaten, nodded silently.
"Angela doesn’t get into other women. I know; I’ve tried. But I KNOW you’ll
beg her to let you do her, won’t you?"
Terri’s tears were flowing freely again. She nodded again.
"Sometime this weekend, I’ll be calling you. I’ll give you the name of a
hotel, and a room number. You’ll go there, and there will be some men
waiting for you there. You’ll beg them all to put their cocks in EVERY ONE
of your orifices. That’ll be all." Terri wept openly as she was excused
from her boss’ office.
"Oh, and Terri?" Danielle called as Terri was walking out the door. The
blonde looked back.
Danielle gave her sweetest angelic smile. "Have a nice weekend." Terri
walked out and shut the door.
As the blonde’s sobs of humiliation and hopelessness faded in the hallway
outside, Danielle got down to serious business with her dildo, all the
while planning what would be in store for the hapless Terri next week.
Chapter 6
Monday morning
Danielle took her seat behind her desk. Like clockwork, she felt her
panties being pulled down, followed by her secretary’s tongue beginning its
daily task.
"So….how was…mmmmmm…..how was your weekend?" Danielle inquired to the
girl under the desk. The secretary’s tongue was already finding all the
right spots.
"Fine," Terri mumbled between licks. Thinking of the weekend of hell she
had been put through, the blonde reflected that it had been anything but
fine.
Before she had left the office on Friday, Terri had had her ass reamed by
three different men–all of them as big as the dildo Danielle had sodomized
her with, or bigger. She’d then gingerly made her way out of the building
and to her car, barely able to walk without pain.
At home, Terri had set to the task of making a nice dinner for her husband,
then getting him d***k. Fridays, Danielle had declared, were "fuck-nights".
She would send a different woman to Terri’s house every "fuck-night", at
midnight, and the woman would fuck Terri’s husband while the hapless blonde
watched. Terri’s job was to get Steven d***k enough that he would not
realize that some other woman was blowing or fucking him.
Carrie, this week’s "lucky contestant", had arrived at exactly midnight.
She was younger than Terri, probably late teens or very early twenties. Her
build was similar, and although her hair was an angry red and her boobs
slightly smaller, Terri doubted that Steven, now three sheets to the wind,
would notice the difference.
Having not seen Carrie at work, Terri had assumed that she must be one of
Danielle’s friends. Wondering if she was THAT kind of "friend", the blonde
had tried to detour the girl from her husband.
"Why don’t….you and I….on the couch…." she had started to say.
Carrie had slapped her in the face. "Whore. I’m not no fucking dyke. Oh I
get it. I’m Danielle’s friend, so I must be a fucking dyke? I’ll make sure
and tell her that."
"No please…..I didn’t mean–"
"Tell ya what though. I hear you like sticking things up your ass…."
Carrie retrieved an empty wine bottle, left over from Terri’s dinner with
Steven. "While I’m in your bed screwing your husband, you can fuck your ass
with this and watch us."
Terri, of course, had done just that, wincing in pain and taking her time
about sliding the bottle into her torn up asshole, until the other woman
offered to do it for her. Terri watched in shame as Carrie sucked, then
rode, her husband. With the wine bottle in one hand, Terri had used the
other hand to play with her clit. Over and over, she tried to tell herself
that it was just to take the edge off the pain, and that she could not
possibly be getting aroused by being so totally dominated and humiliated.
Finally the redhead squeezed her breasts together around Steven’s cock and
fucked him with her tits. As her husband shot his jism all over the
stranger’s jugs, Terri’s heartbreak and humiliation were running a very
distant second to the pain in her sore, tender asshole.
Then, Carrie was done, and made her way downstairs. Beckoning to Terri, she
had ordered, "Clean off my tits with your tongue." Adding, "Yes, I’m a
little curious. Don’t you DARE tell Danielle though!"
"Mmmm mmmm," Terri had confirmed as she licked her husband’s cum off this
stranger’s boobs. The betrayed wife was just grateful to have the bottle
out of her ass. Carrie, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more excited than
she cared to admit. Judging from the way the redhead’s hard nipples jutted
out from her t-shirt as she left, Terri had a feeling the young woman would
be back for more.
Saturday morning, Terri had slept in. She had been awoken at noon by a call
from Danielle, instructing her to be at a certain hotel in an hour. There,
she had found four men whom it seemed Danielle had selected for their
passion for assfucking. Terri, her asshole extremely sore from its
"breaking in" of the day before, had desperately tried to pass off her
other sexual skills to the men, but to no avail. They had only been
interested in one thing, which unfortunately was the one thing which was
causing the blonde the most agony at the moment. It got so intense after
awhile that while one of the men was fucking her asshole, the other three
would have to hold Terri down.
For six hours Terri’s ass had endured the suffering. When she was finally
allowed to leave the hotel, she had had to go to Scott and Angela’s home.
There, she had endured three hours of being pinched and whipped by Angela,
while being fucked by Scott. Thankfully, Scott had stayed out of Terri’s
ass though.
Sunday, Danielle had let her secretary rest. Terri had thought she would
have time to recover; however, this morning her asshole seemed to be even
more tender and sore. Try as she might, she had been unable to get the
sizing dildo into her ass as was her under-the-desk routine.
Now, Terri was concentrating on Danielle’s cunt, hoping to lick it extra
well so that her boss wouldn’t notice the absence of the dildo from her
secretary’s rear. Her hopes were dashed as, after finishing her duties, her
boss inquired as to where the dildo was, and what it was doing anywhere
except up her ass.
Terri tried to explain how sore she was from the weekend’s activities. The
other woman wasn’t hearing it.
"I gave you Sunday to rest. And this is how you repay? Expect to be
punished for this."
Danielle pointedly ignored Terri the rest of the morning, letting the
secretary think about what she’d done wrong, or more importantly, to let
her imagine the consequences. Terri tried to stay busy, but whenever she
found some work to do, Danielle would always have someone else in the
office come and take over, leaving Terri with nothing to do but think about
the horrors awaiting her.
At noon, Danielle summoned Terri. "Time for us to go to lunch!" So, she was
in for another lunchtime humiliation by her boss.
Danielle did not disappoint. On the way to the bistro, she instructed a
horrified Terri what was expected.
When the waiter came to take the order, Terri recited her lines almost
perfectly.
"Do you have sausage?"
"How thick is it? Is it bigger than two of my fingers put together?"
"Do you have whole cucumbers?"
"How long and how thick are they?"
"What about hot dogs? I like them foot long! And could you put some
mayonnaise on the tip?"
"I’d also like a fresh banana. Preferably one that’s not ripe yet. They’re
stiffer when they’re like that!" she confided to the waiter with a wink.
As the waiter walked away, he tried vainly to hold the menus in front of
him to conceal his raging hardon. Terri, meanwhile, spent the entire lunch
under the table. When her food was delivered, Danielle handed each item to
the blonde under the table, so she could service herself with it. The giant
cucumber was somewhat excruciating, but the blonde was just thankful that
it was in her cunt instead of other places which would be worse.
All the while Terri munched away at her boss’ pussy.
Dessert came….tapioca pudding for Danielle, and a popsicle for Terri.
"Here, something to cool off that hot slutty cunt of yours," Danielle
remarked as she unwrapped the popsicle. Terri welcomed the ice cold treat,
which killed much of the pain of having had her cunt stretched by the
cucumber.
Danielle rubbed a spoonful of the white pudding into her pussy. "Lick it
off," she ordered her servant. "Just imagine you’re licking your husband’s
cum out of some other woman’s snatch….oh YEAH…..which by the way will
be happening again real soon….UMMMMM yeah….!"
While eating out her boss, Terri fucked her own cunt with the popsicle
until it melted completely. Then she substituted her fingers for the
popsicle stick.
Surprisingly, they got out of the restaurant without Terri being pimped off
on any of the staff. And the rest of the work day went without incident. As
she drove home, Terri hoped that Danielle had forgotten about the dildo
incident, or that the lunchtime humiliation was being considered to be
punishment enough.
She was wrong about this, though. Late that night, Danielle showed up with
Carrie, and the two girls treated Terri’s sl**ping husband to a double
blowjob, with an obscene twist–Danielle made Terri take off her wedding
ring and give it to Carrie, who wore it herself while she went down on the
tormented girl’s husband. Meanwhile Danielle licked Steven’s balls and up
and down his cock shaft, and a few times the two ladies’ tongues touched
briefly. Then Carrie gave the wedding ring to Danielle, who slipped it on
her own ring finger as she lowered her hot love box onto Steven’s erect
prick. Terri, of course, had been told to stay in the doorway and watch.
She wept as she watched her rival, boss, and for all practical purposes,
her owner, wearing HER wedding ring while fucking HER husband. When Steven
climaxed, Danielle went through the usual routine of leading the tormented
blonde downstairs and getting the cum eaten out of her cunt.
As Terri dutifully performed her task, Carrie watched. The younger woman
was definitely curious, there was no question about it.
"Would you like to join us?" Danielle prodded. "I’m sure we could find a
place for you."
"No, I don’t think so," Carrie replied, though she didn’t take her eyes off
the beautiful blonde’s tongue buried in her boss’ snatch.
"Well if you ever change your mind, Terri here will be glad to do anything
and everything you can imagine. Isn’t that right, Terri?"
"Yes ma’am…." the blonde mumbled.
"Good girl." Danielle got up and got dressed. "Now finger fuck your cunt
until we’re gone." The two women got up to leave. Terri, completely
humiliated and beaten, cried as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy
for the millionth time. "And," Danielle added with a smile, "don’t try and
follow us." As the two women left the home which they were helping to
wreck, the brunette commented to her friend, "I’ve always wanted to say
that…." Everyone but Terri found humor in this.
It was not until the sound of Danielle’s car had faded into the night that
Terri stopped fucking her fingers. And Danielle was all the way across
town, dropping Carrie off at her home, before Terri realized that the other
woman still had her wedding ring.
The abused blonde curled up on the couch and cried herself to sl**p.
——————————-
The next day, Terri knew she would have to ask for her wedding ring back.
She just hoped that she would not have to do anything especially painful or
humiliating to get it back….although of course she would do so, without
question, if necessary.
All day long, she tried to get a moment alone with Danielle, to ask for the
ring back. But she literally could not get a word in edgewise. From the
moment Danielle walked in the office, Terri was kept busy. First, of
course, she had her morning cunt lapping to attend to (the dildo firmly
embedded up her ass this time–the young blonde had learned her lesson.)
Then Terri was sent across town on errands.
When she returned, Danielle was gone for a long lunch; Jeanie and Angela,
however, took turns tormenting the girl. Sending her back and forth to the
mailroom, making her do obscene things with office supplies, and little
things of that caliber. Fortunately Danielle returned before the girls
could make Terri staple her cunt lips together.
Relieved, Terri followed Danielle into her office.
"Sit down," Danielle said excitedly. "I have something to show you!"
This couldn’t possibly be good. Danielle took out some 8×10 pictures of
some models. There were two pictures of each model, in identical poses.
Except for the fact that in picture #2, each model had larger breasts.
"So what do you think?" Danielle was still excited.
"Their boobs are bigger in these other pictures….." Terri offered.
Her boss laughed at her. "Duh! You definitely ARE blonde! That’s because
they have implants! I was just at this doctor who does boob jobs. He does
good work, don’t you think?"
"I suppose….but…."
"So…..what do you think?" Danielle asked again.
Terri was not sure what the other woman wanted to hear, but she felt as if
she were being tested. "I like….um….I mean…..you look….good….the
way you are…."
"Are you really that dumb, Terri, or are you just acting?" Danielle teased.
"They’re not for me, silly…..they’re for YOU."
"But…..I don’t need…."
"Yes, you do. I took an impromptu office poll, and 100% of the men I asked
said they’d like to see you with bigger tits. So…..goodbye, D
cup…..hello, triple D’s!"
"Danielle…..please….I’ll look like a slut….."
"Hon," Terri’s boss confided, "everyone in this company concurs, that you
are the biggest slut any of us know. And now," she finished gleefully,
"you’ll be an even BIGGER slut! Thanks to the wonders of silicone!!!!"
"Please…..no….my husband…." Terri pleaded.
"–will love them," Danielle finished for her. "He loved your big tits when
you stole him away from me, didn’t he? He damn sure didn’t pick you for
your personality."
"I can’t….it’s expensive….an operation….new clothes…." Terri
fumbled for excuses.
"New clothes? I’d prefer you keep the outfits you have. Should be
interesting to see you BUSTing out of them!" She laughed. "As far as money
goes…..I made a little transaction today which will pay for some of the
cost of the operation. The rest, you’ll earn on your back, turning tricks
three times a week."
"Three times…..?" Terri gasped in horror.
"You’re right. Four would be better. Four times a week."
"You’re going to turn me into a whore!" Terri said in astonishment.
"Sweetie, you already are a whore. All those men you’ve been fucking in
hotels? All of them paid me."
Terri was in disbelief. "Well, I can’t do it anymore! I won’t!
Danielle….ma’am….I have to draw the line!"
Danielle stood up. "Draw the line. I see. Well, before you draw that line,
let me give you one more reason to do this." Reaching in her purse, she
pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here’s how I got the money for part of
the boob job." Terri burst into tears as she realized what the paper was.
"It’s amazing how pawn shops try to rip you off nowadays. How much did that
ring cost Steven when he bought it for you? Must have been around three
grand. They barely gave me half of that!"
"Now," Danielle continued as Terri fell to pieces, "you’ll go to the hotel
four nights a week, and you’ll fuck whoever I send to you. They’ll pay me
in advance, but who knows? If you’re a REAL good fuck, maybe they’ll tip
you. And if you save up enough tips, maybe you’ll even be able to get your
ring back before the pawn shop sells it. Maybe," she reflected, "it’ll end
up with a woman who knows how to be loyal to her husband, instead of being
a doormat for men!" The brunette, savoring her control over the bawling
secretary, paused. "So is this acceptable? Or are you still drawing the
line?"
"No…." Terri whispered. "No….I’ll….I’ll do it."
"Great. You’re scheduled for the boob job tomorrow." As Terri started to
sob about the money, Danielle added, "I’m loaning you the rest of the
money. I’m sure you’ll earn it back for me, with interest. Now, how about
using that pretty tongue to thank me for the loan…." As a beaten Terri
got on her knees, Danielle humiliated her some more. "You’ll have a few
days off to recover from your operation. Then, you’ll throw a tit-warming
party, to commemorate your new boobs. You’ll make out invitations and pass
out flyers around the office, and we’ll have the party at the hotel of your
choice."
Chapter 7
Steven ——
Terri’s husband, Steven, had been having weird dreams. Not that
they were in the least unpleasant. In the dreams, other women
were in bed with him, alternately going down on him and fucking
him. His wife always watched from the doorway of their bedroom,
set back in the shadows, masturbating. It was always vague, but
he knew she was really getting off on watching, by the way she
was gasping. At various times during their marriage, he had
heard her gasp like that, when his tongue had found just the
right spot and assaulted it relentlessly. Sometimes Terri was
giving the other woman, or women, instructions on what to do.
And sometimes in the dreams, after Steven had climaxed, whether
in the mouth or cunt of the woman with whom he was being shared,
Terri would go downstairs and the women would fuck.
Steven imagined that his imagination was just working overtime.
Nor could he blame it…for it seemed his wife had lost all her
sex drive. Just the other night, the guys had all gotten
together at Scott’s home for a party. Scott’s wife, Angela, had
gone to the video store and chosen what she deemed an
"appropriate" video for a boys’ night out, then had wisely left
the guys alone to enjoy it. The porn starlet in the movie bore
an uncanny resemblance to Terri, and after watching the first
scene, where the young blonde actress took on three mailroom
boys, Steven excused himself and hurried home. Extremely turned
on, he had crawled into bed with his wife with a raging hardon.
But she had only pushed him away. It seemed that this was
becoming the norm.
Terri was also spending more and more time away from home. When
he would ask her about it, she’d often snap at him, asking why he
mistrusted her so much. He also noticed–but didn’t ask
about–her new wardrobe. Miniskirts, camisoles, halters, lace
bras and panties, corsets, garters, hose.
Steven was growing increasingly frustrated. So when Carrie, a
temp working in his office, invited him first out for lunch, then
later out for dinner, he went.
Danielle ——–
Revenge was sweet, the pretty brunette reflected to herself as
she stepped out of the shower and toweled off. The ruined look
on that uppity little blonde bitch’s face, when she found out
that her wedding ring had been pawned, had been worth a thousand
orgasms. Not that Danielle wasn’t already off to a good start in
achieving that number, she smiled to herself. On the drive home,
she had handled rush hour extremely well, wisely using the time
to reacquaint her pussy to her favorite vibrator, to the tune of
three orgasms. She gave herself another when she slid the
cum-covered toy into her tight ass. The bewildered motorists
around her had clearly never seen anyone so happy about bumper to
bumper traffic. Once home, and in the shower, she had let her
fingers do the walking, and twice more had peaked. Then she had
adjusted the shower head and laid down on the shower floor,
spreading her legs and letting the high-powered jet of water beat
down on her clit. Four more cums, as she imagined her hapless
secretary’s tongue serving her down below.
Climbing onto her bed, Danielle shed her towel and her fingers
found their mark again. With her left hand she played with her
clit; with her right hand, she fucked herself with first one,
then two, and finally three fingers. She felt great but the only
problem was, her hands were beginning to ache. Danielle wished
her slave/secretary were there to service her. Then, she thought
evilly, why do I have to wish for it? I own the fucking little
whore!
Panting heavily, the saucy brunette picked up her phone, and
punched in a number she knew by heart. A number which would make
a pager go off somewhere across town. A page that, if not
responded to within ten minutes, would result in a number of
interesting packages and letters being mailed out to the husband
of a certain blonde bimbo.
Danielle put the receiver back in its cradle. She laid back down
on the bed, where the pillow was wet from her hair….and the
covers were wet from her dripping cunt juices. She waited.
When the phone began ringing, she decided to let it ring for
awhile. Smiling, she brought her middle finger to her mouth, and
took it in, lustfully sucking her delicious nectar from it.
Revenge was very sweet, indeed.
Carrie ——
The young redhead was riding her lover for all she was worth.
The fact that he was a married man only excited her more.
Besides, considering all the things the man’s wife had done to
her best friend over the years, Carrie felt absolutely no
remorse. This wasn’t the first time she’d fucked Steven, of
course….but it was the first time that he was aware that she
was fucking him. And Carrie wanted Steven to know, exactly what
it meant to be fucked by Carrie.
Carrie loved being on top. She was in control, and she could put
her lover’s cock in just the right spots. And, when she felt him
close to cumming, she could easily back off and let him cool down
a little bit. Which she had done several times, over the past
two hours of this mind-blowing fuck.
"OH GAWWWWWWDDDD…..YEAH LOVER……FEELS SO
GOOD…….YEAH!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie articulated. "Yeah…..your
wife doesn’t know…..what she’s missing….YEAH!!!!! YES!!!
YES!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie bucked, holding
on for dear life, as the two lovers climaxed simultaneously. The
redhead’s vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted around Steven’s
spurting, pulsing cock, as he filled her hole with his gooey
seed.
When Carrie finally eased herself off Steven’s dick, she noted
that he was still hard. That just wouldn’t do. Taking him in
her mouth, she followed up the fuck of his life with what she
hoped would be the blowjob of his life. She first teased the
tip, until he grabbed the back of her head and urged her to take
him all the way in. Which she gladly did, slurping and sucking
his magnificent cock until he was again spurting his creamy
delight, this time into her warm, wet mouth.
Carrie eased out of bed. Her lover made to do the same, but she
gently–but firmly– pushed him back down.
"I just have to go do something. I’ll be back in awhile. Stay
here."
"My wife–" Steven began.
"–is most likely going to be out, doing god knows what, until
well after midnight. You said so yourself. Stay here in
bed…..and I expect that gorgeous, throbbing cock to be ready
and waiting for me when I get back." To emphasize, the
voluptuous redhead took Steven’s semi-hard prick into her mouth,
giving it a few slurps. Was that a stirring? Carrie didn’t wait
to find out.
Throwing on a nightgown, she left her home and hopped in her car.
She pretended that she had no idea where she was headed, but in
reality she knew exatcly. She passed the point of no return as
she guided her car toward the exit which led to Terri’s house.
Ok…so I *am* curious. So sue me! she k**ded herself. All
k**ding aside, Carrie had found herself very aroused during her
previous encounters with Terri. She had not wanted to admit it
in front of Danielle, however. But with the barrel that Danielle
had Terri over, Carrie effectively had an automaton who would do
whatever she liked, and move at whatever pace she liked.
Idly, the young girl wondered if the blonde slut would recognize
the taste of the cum in Carrie’s pussy, as that of her husband
Steven.
In any case, it wouldn’t matter. Carrie planned on telling her.
Terri —–
The blonde’s ass hurt. All the toys–and men’s cocks–which had
been up her ass the past few days, had torn up the membrane of
her anal canal. But the worst part was actually the itching, as
her reamed asshole healed. Many times Terri had half hoped that
Danielle would send her to a hotel room full of men to fuck her
tight asshole some more.
Aside from that, Terri was still trying to regain her balance.
She had been well-endowed before her mandatory, Danielle-imposed
boob job. Now, a triple-D, her equilibrium was off, and she had
actually nearly fallen forward a few times. And of course, there
was the staring, whenever Danielle sent her on some mindless
errand. It didn’t help any that her boss had prohibited her from
buying new clothes, and she was confined to practically bursting
out of the outfits she had.
Standing in her bedroom naked, looking in the mirror at her
tear-streaked face, her obscenely giant boobs, and her jet black
(dyed) pubic hair (to make people think she was not a natural
blonde), Terri wondered how she’d been reduced to this. Just
yesterday, it seemed, she had been one of the city’s top
saleswomen. Well, now she was another kind of saleswomen, she
thought bitterly. A whore.
Her thoughts were cut off by the shrill sound of her pager. When
she checked the number, she saw that it was Danielle calling her.
More humiliation and degradation.
As Terri squeezed her huge tits into her dress, nearly ripping
it, she sobbed openly. Then, bringing herself under control, she
headed out to perform her duties for her boss.
Chapter 8
Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she
rode the elevator up to the ballroom which she had rented at
Danielle’s request. The wall of the elevator was mirrored, and
she now checked her appearance. A white button down shirt, a
little tight on the girl but otherwise rather plain save for the
fact that the first three buttons were undone, revealing some
impressive triple-D cleavage and a hint of a green lace bra. A
green leather mini, to match the bra (and the thong panty, which,
with any luck, wouldn’t be revealed for the first twenty minutes
of the party, Terri thought bitterly.) No hose, just a pair of 4
inch white pumps. All in all, Terri looked for all the world
like a cocktail waitress.
Terri checked her face. Her hair was permed, her face
beautifully made up. After all, she was the hostess at a very
important party! Reaching in her purse, she took out her eye
makeup, and touched up the areas which had been messed up by her
crying session, in the car on the way over here.
This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear. Nearly
invisible to an observer, and concealed by Terri’s lovely blonde
hair, the hearing-aid-like device was hooked to a remote
transmitter, from which Danielle would give her instructions on
how to totally humiliate herself tonight.
In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose,
Danielle watched the party on a small handful of closed circuit
video screens. The evil brunette had already ordered the bar
open, and many of the men were already taking advantage. Women
were noticeably absent. That was because when Terri had written
out the invitations to her office party, Danielle had carefully
weeded out all the invites to the female employees, and ran them
through her paper shredder. The result was an office party,
consisting of about 30 male employees, and one blonde super-slut,
who would know every man at the party intimately before this
night was over.
The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out. Thank goodness for
small favors, she had had the elevator all to herself, and when
she had been on the verge of breaking down in tears, she had
managed to get control of herself. Now, in the hallway outside
the elevator, there were people again, and they were staring at
her. To f***e back the tears, she tried to think positive. At
least Danielle had let her buy some clothes which fit her,
instead of having to f***e her mammoth boobs into her smaller
outfits. Not that she’d likely have the clothes on for long, she
reflected with bitterness. She could only hope that she’d be
allowed to wear them home; Danielle and her friends had f***ed
her to make her way home clad in just bra and panties before.
She was at the door to the ballroom. She wanted to run, but
there was nowhere to go. Danielle had her over a barrel. Sure,
Danielle could tip off Steven as to his wife’s illicit
activities…..but the blonde reflected that it didn’t matter as
much anymore. Carrie, the young thing whom Danielle had brought
to the house–and who had come to the house quite a few times on
her own, to experiment with lesbian love with Terri–had gloated
that she had fucked Steven. Terri had not wanted to believe it,
until she had been f***ed to lick the evidence from the vivacious
redhead’s cunt.
What really frightened Terri was all the i*****l things which
Danielle had put her up to. First of all, there was the matter
of corporate espionage, when Terri had first gone to "work" for
Danielle, and had stolen confidential records from her old job.
Then there was the prostitution. All of which was well
documented by Danielle. Of course, besides Steven, there was
always the threat that Danielle would simply fire off mailers of
video tapes and photographs to Terri’s entire f****y.
Terri had no choice. She opened the door and took in the scene.
Thirty of her fellow employees–all male–were seated at various
tables. She also noticed with a sinking feeling that there were
several video cameras set up, to permanently record the event for
Danielle to blackmail her even further. Not that there would be
any question as to what kind of tramp Terri was, after tonight.
Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty. Conversation
stopped, and mouths dropped open. All eyes settled on
Terri–well, more specifically, on Terri’s chest. Many of the
men had heard the rumors about the new girl at the office, and
had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts. And that was
before the augmentation!
Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade
chest….and headed straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes
following the sway of her heart-shaped ass, plainly apparent
through her tight skirt. She would need a few stiff drinks to
make it through this.
A voice in her head stopped her. Actually it was in her ear,
through the listening device. "No alcohol, sweetie! I want you
completely sober!" Danielle’s voice. The bitch didn’t want Terri
to do anything which would ease the humiliation in the least.
"And aren’t you going to greet your guests and thank them for
coming?"
So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her.
"Thank you for coming," she said simply.
For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the
tables, greeting each guest. Questions were posed about her boob
job, which she answered. At Danielle’s insistence, she offered
refills on drinks. Now quite literally a cocktail waitress, the
blonde brought the drinks out, taking care (again at Danielle’s
insistence) to lean over each time and treat the men to a
delicious view of her cleavage. By the time Terri made her way
around with a second refill of drinks (after first being ordered
by the unseen Danielle to undo another button on her shirt),
there were definite bulges in many pairs of pants. Scott, one of
the men who was well aware of the poor office slut’s predicament
(having taken advantage of it several times) slapped Terri on the
ass whenever she walked by, to the cheers and cat-calls of his
coworkers. The already-apparent leer on Scott’s face frightened
Terri badly. She still had welts from being whipped by Scott and
his wife in the supply room.
Scott would play a very important role in tonight’s party. His
wife, Angela, had been excluded by gender. But he would give her
a "blow-by-blow" description (literally–he would tell as she
blew) when he made it home. Angela, in turn, would retell the
story tomorrow morning, to all the female employees. Who would
of course have to do twice as much work tomorrow, since all the
men would get the day off to recover from the festivities. It
would be made clear that it was all thanks to the cheap,
big-titted, airheaded bimbo who worked for the boss.
Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle. Proceed to
the next phase. She tried hard not to cry….but eventually had
to excuse herself for a few minutes to the ladies room.
—————-
"W….we’re going to play a game…." Terri began.
"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully. Everyone
cheered and laughed, except Terri, who blushed.
Trembling, she continued. "We’re going to play truth or
dare….I’m….the only one….who will be
asked…..questions….." Fighting back tears. Thinking good
thoughts….
"And don’t even think of taking all ‘truth’ and no ‘dare’,"
Danielle hissed in her ear.
A man in front volunteered to go first. Terri chose "truth".
"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"
Terri whispered a "yes". The crowd responded with "oohs" and
"ahhhs".
Next person. Daniel, from Accounting. A rather shy guy, so
Terri risked going with "dare".
Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request.
"Undo….another one of your buttons…." Terri, trembling a
little, complied. With five buttons undone, much of her green
bra was visible. Quite a view.
The questions came from around the room. Truth. Terri telling
about her first time with a man. Truth again. Terri admitting
that she swallowed cum, and liked the taste of it (actually two
questions, but everyone but Terri was free to bend the rules any
way they liked). Dare. Another button gone. Truth. Terri
admitting that she loved showing off her big tits for men. Dare.
A french kiss with the new guy in Human Resources, with him
groping her massive boobs through her shirt while everyone else
egged him on. Dare. Another button gone, and Terri’s white
shirt hanging completely open, her delectable triple-D’s bursting
out of her lacy green bra.
Then….Scott’s turn. Terri couldn’t even begin to imagine what
sick, twisted things this man would make her do. So….
"Truth."
"Truth," Scott repeated. He leaned forward. "Are you wet,
Terri?"
"Wh….what?"
"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo. Is your pussy dripping wet with
juices. Are you getting turned on by making a complete whore out
of yourself." Mouths dropped open, and stayed that way awaiting
the hapless blonde’s answer.
"No," Terri lied. Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got
up.
"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for
ourselves…." Reaching down, Scott lifted Terri’s skirt,
revealing her green panties. Which were soaked. To emphasize,
Scott eased his hand into her panties, rustling through her
jet-black pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger up into her
dripping wet love hole. Withdrawing, he held up his finger,
glistening with the slut’s juices, up for all to see. It looked
like he was flipping the bird to the crowd. Then he offered the
finger to Terri, who, now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and
resignedly took the finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of
her own betraying juices. The men, meanwhile, roared in mock
outrage at her lie.
"Looks like you lied, little girl…." Scott whispered. Then
aloud, "Terri will be punished for this. But first, let’s have a
look at what we all came here to see." With that, Scott roughly
pulled Terri’s shirt off of her. The cat-calls went up, and the
men urged Scott to take her bra off of her as well.
Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it.
Then he pulled up her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and
revealing the blonde’s shapely ass. The men whooped andhollered.
"Now, this slut gets punished. Everyone, please form a line.
Each of you will get to spank Terri’s cute little ass." To
emphasize, Scott fondled the hostess’ asscheeks. "Those of you
with belts on, can feel free to take them off and use them."
Terri pleaded softly. "Scott….please…..I’m sorry…."
Scott leaned close. "Don’t forget to thank each man, and
apologize for being such a lying slut. Or we’ll do this all
night."
Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her
knuckles turned white. One by one, each man stepped up and
whipped her. Some, mercifully, used only their bare hands. The
rest used belts. Each time, Terri sobbed "Thank you….I’m sorry
for being such a lying slut….." Her ass was now on fire.
After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri’s
head and one at her feet. She felt her panties being ripped off
of her, followed by a large cock being slid roughly up her slit.
Terri opened her mouth in a gasp, and it was immediately stuffed
with another cock. Having no choice in the matter, Terri did
what she now did best.
————-
In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle
watched breathlessly. She had stripped herself naked so that she
could easily access any part of her body which ached for
attention. Like her cunt was aching now. The young VP slipped
her favorite toy up her cunt as she watched Terri get her just
desserts.
————-
The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri’s cunt or
ass. A punch bowl full of condoms had been brought out. The
blonde’s eyes had widened when she saw how many condoms were
there. For what seemed like hours, Terri was reduced to a
fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass to service the
endless supply of hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her
co-workers.
Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent
over the table, unmoving, humiliated and exhausted. Her belly
felt bloated with cum from all the cocks she had sucked. (Word
of her oral expertise had spread, and many of the men who had
been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back and saved their
jism for the saucy blonde’s mouth.)
Scott went up to her. "Get up," he growled. He roughly helped
Terri to her feet. The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and
heels, stood there staring into space. "I have another truth or
dare question for you. And I’m sure you know the penalty for
lying by now." Terri nodded resignedly. "How many men can you
service at the same time?"
Terri did the math. "S…six." Barely a whisper.
"Six," Scott repeated aloud. "OK….we have thirty people here.
We’re going to divide you up into five teams. Each team will
fuck this little whore," stopping to fondle the woman’s ample
boobs, "and whoever fucks her the best wins. The prize will be a
day off–" cheers erupted "–and our little Terri here will do
anything you want for a week." This was met with even more
cheers.
So they divided the men into five teams. The first team, which
Scott was on, took its place. The first order of business was to
get the buxom secretary naked. Her skirt was yanked off and cast
into the throng. Then came the moment all had been waiting for,
as Scott reached behind Terri and undid the clasps of her bra.
Her gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were revealed in all their
glory, and every man there silently beheld this sight in
admiration.
Then it was time to start. Terri, clad only in her white pumps,
was led back to the table. "Anyone who’s going to be fucking
this slut’s tits or asshole, might want to consider getting some
lubrication." To emphasize, he grabbed a handful of the
secretary’s blonde hair, forcing her down on him. To Terri, he
urged, "You better get it lubed up real nice….after all, it’s
your ass….That’s it, slobber all over it, slut….." Then
Scott was ready. He lay on the table, and two other men lowered
Terri’s ass onto his erect prick. Scott then pulled Terri down
on top of him, so that her back was to his chest, and ordered the
blonde to start fucking. Despite the burning pain in her
ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her ass, impaling
herself on Scott’s dick. Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast in
each hand and shoved them tightly together. Daniel from
Accounting (not quite as shy anymore, after having fucked the
gorgeous secretary’s mouth and filling it with his cum) straddled
Terri and slipped his meat first into her mouth, then between her
tits.
The other men took their places. One cock eased into Terri’s
cunt, and another man turned her head to the side, bringing her
face to face with his cock, which he slipped into her mouth. To
finish it off, two men took their places next to the table, and
one throbbing prick was placed into each of her hands.
Terri had been gang-fucked in the past. One time, on a dare in
college, she had done four guys in a multitude of positions, and
then staggered home at four in the morning, their cum dripping
from her hair, her face, and her pussy. And several times
Danielle had arranged for Terri to be gang-banged, in local
motels and sometimes even in Terri’s home, in the bed she shared
with her husband. But those people had mostly been strangers
whom she would never have to see again. This was totally
different. Terri would have to go back to work the next day, and
face these people. She would have to prepare paperwork for them,
to make coffee for them, to run errands for them. And now that
they knew how things were for Terri, she would no doubt have to
fuck them whenever and wherever they wished. This humiliated her
even more than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her from
every direction. The tears were pouring, and Terri was
alternately sobbing and moaning. How had her life come to this?
she asked herself for the thousandth time.
Scott whispered in her ear. "You know you love it. Just get
used to the idea that you’re a whore, and this will be a lot
easier for you. Think about how wet your cunt is right now. You
love it." Through the earpiece, she could hear the unseen
Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her fingers or some
toy on herself while watching her rival’s debasement. Terri just
wanted to curl up and die.
Daniel was the first. The sight of his cock disappearing between
the finest pair of tits he had ever seen, proved to be
overwhelming. With a gasp, he spurted all over Terri’s neck,
then took his cock into his hand and carefully aimed the rest of
his load evenly over her abundant breasts.
The guy fucking her mouth was next. Even when Terri was being
completely degraded in the middle of a gang ****, her skilled
mouth still expertly performed its task. She moaned softly as she
felt the cock tense up, and she prepared to swallow. Cum began
spurting and she swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn’t
fast enough and his white gooey jism leaked out of the corners of
her mouth. Secretly Terri fired off a silent prayer that it
would drip down onto Scott’s face. Finally sensing that the
fellatrice’s mouth was overfull, the man pulled out and
distributed the remainder of his seed all over her face andhair.
The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her
mouth could get a rest for a few minutes. Her relief was
short-lived, however, as the two men whom she was jacking off
hopped up on the table, replacing the two cocks which had been
fucking her mouth and tits. Terri was bucking and moaning in
rhythm with the men fucking her twat and her asshole. She was
extremely wet and had already had two orgasms. Scott was right.
She was a whore.
The man fucking the blonde’s cunt tensed up, then began filling
her with his jism. As she felt his hot cum shooting against the
walls of her pussy, she went with him, screaming through the cock
she was sucking off (which then began twitching, then spurting,
filling the vixen’s mouth with more seed.) Then it was down to
the man screwing her boobs, and Scott anally r****g her.
"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her. Terri obeyed,
even slightly sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming.
The man took his cock in his hand and stroked it. "Here it
comes, whore…." he promised, taking aim at the blonde pixie’s
already cum-drenched mouth. Releasing, he shot a stream of jism
which missed Terri’s mouth entirely, instead adding to the sticky
mess already drying on her cheek. The second spurt found its
mark, gushing against the roof of her mouth in a seemingly
endless stream. She closed her mouth to swallow but he kept
cumming, coating her lips and splattering everywhere, up her nose
and all over her chin, neck and in her hair. Then he slid his
prick back into her mouth and pumped the remainder of his load
down her throat.
Now only Scott was left. Leaving his cock inside her tender ass,
he rolled Terri over and directed her to her hands and knees. He
had not had a wide range of motion while pinned underneath the
voluptuous blonde, but was determined to make up for it. Pulling
his cock all the way out of Terri, he teased the rosebud of her
asshole with his cockhead. Then with a swift motion he buried
himself up to the hilt in her reamed asshole. Terri cried out in
surprise and pain, as Scott began sawing in and out of the
blonde’s ass. As he fucked her, Scott caressed her asscheeks,
which were reddened and covered with angry welts from the
punishment the poor slut had suffered earlier.
"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded. Terri supported herself on
one hand as she reached down and slipped a finger in her
cum-filled pussy. "Now tell me how much you love being fucked."
"Oh….Scott…I love being fucked…." Terri choked.
SMACK! Scott’s hand stung the blonde’s ass.
"YES! I love being fucked by you!!!!!"
SMACK!!!!
"More…."
SMACK!!!!!!
"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!"
Terri was now thrusting back against him with the full f***e of
her petite frame. Her body was convulsing, confused by the mixed
sensations. The sting of Scott’s hand, spanking Terri’s
reddened, but still lovely, asscheeks…..the growing pleasure in
her cunt, induced by her expert fingers…..the burning agony of
Scott’s cock thrusting in and out of her worn, abused asshole.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite
literally having been fucked senseless. Scott could stand no
more. Grabbing the slut’s hips, he pulled her toward him,
burying himself in her ass and releasing his cum into her anal
canal, and collapsing on top of her. Terri, too, collapsed….in
tears.
—————-
Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there
were four more groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had
better hurry up and get herself cleaned up. Just glad to be away
from Scott for a few minutes, Terri fled to the safe haven of the
restroom, confident that it couldn’t get worse….but she was
wrong.
"My….don’t you look delicious!" Danielle, sitting on the
bathroom counter, naked and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked
to the cum covered blonde slut.
Chapter 9
Terri drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses she was
passing. It was beginning to get dark, and time was precious.
Enough was enough, the blonde had decided today. Danielle had
turned her into a call girl, made her get breast implants, f***ed
her into lesbianism, fucked her husband, stole and pawned her
wedding band, had her gang ****d by all the men at the office,
and had overall completely humiliated Terri hundreds of times
over.
It needed to end now. Terri knew she couldn’t take much more of
Danielle’s torment. She also had no idea how to put an end to
the cycle of abuse. Since her tormentor had carefully documented
all of Terri’s illicit, immoral and i*****l activities, the woman
found herself at a distinct disadvantage. She would need help.
Help, she hoped, would come in the form of Nicole Myers, a woman
who had grown up with Terri. Like both Terri and Danielle, she
had been extremely intelligent. And she was one of the few people
whom Terri had grown up with whom she hadn’t alienated with her
stuck-up, nose-in-the-air attitude. (Nicole had actually
graduated high school in three years, and so was gone by Terri’s
senior year, when her head had inflated to roughly the size of a
watermelon.) After that, Nicole had gone off to college. To
study law, if Terri remembered correctly. And she hoped she did.
She had arrived. Parking the car, Terri walked up to the door
and knocked.
Nicole was a small, rather mousy looking woman. At 5’2, the
dishwater blonde was scarcely 100 pounds. A rather beautiful
pair of hazel eyes, hidden behind her glasses, were the highlight
to an otherwise unimpressive body. Nor had any men ever been
impressed–Nicole had never even been on a date, and lived alone.
She worked as a paralegal and was working toward her law degree,
a goal which should be attainable within the year.
Now, sitting in Nicole’s living room, Terri felt very
conspicuous, her 36-triple D breasts nearly falling out of the
cocktail dress which Danielle had made her wear today. Nicole
was only a 32-A and thus had no need for a bra. (In her crueler
days, Terri would have probably teased Nicole about her "mosquito
bites".)
Nicole, carefully eyeing Terri’s sleazy manner of dress, spoke
first. "So, Terri, what brings you out this way?"
Terri nervously adjusted the hemline of her dress. Then she
began. "Nicole….. do you remember a girl who went to school
with us….named Danielle?"
And so Terri told her story.
——————
Nicole was horrified. Being f***ed to give oneself to be passed
around a group of men, like a party favor, for them to put their
things in any and every opening? Very bad, but not nearly as
unthinkable as being made to lick another woman DOWN
THERE…..the very thought made Nicole want to throw up.
But the analytical part of Nicole’s mind kicked in. Was it
possible that Terri wasn’t telling the truth? During high
school, Nicole had observed the buxom blonde doing some pretty
cruel things to a lot of people. The young paralegal had to
admit to herself that the possibility existed. Hell, working in
a law office, she heard people lie through their teeth every
single day.
So, when Terri finished, the first question Nicole asked was "Can
you prove your story?" Having never had a real friend, people
skills were not Nicole’s strong point.
Terri was outraged. "What….do you think I’d make up something
like that??? Do you think I just dress like this for the hell of
it? DO YOU WANT TO GET IN MY CAR, AND WE CAN DRIVE TO CARRIE’S
HOUSE, SO YOU CAN SEE MY HUSBAND’S CAR PARKED OUTSIDE IT????"
Undaunted, Nicole warned, "You can not sit in my house and scream
at me like this, or you will have to leave."
Lowering her voice, but just as angry, Terri continued.
"Or….here. You know I am blonde. How do you explain this?"
Lifting her dress, Terri showed the other woman her dyed
jet-black pubic hair.
Nicole looked away, embarrassed and disgusted. "Terri, I am
going to have to ask you to excuse me. I have some things to do
for tomorrow. I will think about what you have said."
Terri lost it. "You’ll THINK ABOUT IT???? Great!!!! While
you’re ‘THINKING ABOUT IT’, I’ll be out there getting my asshole
gang fucked, while some other woman is off screwing my husband!!!
Thanks a LOT!!!!! It’s no WONDER no man will go near you, with
that attitude!!!!" Terri immediately winced and wished she could
pull the words back.
Her hostess rose. "Terri, I would like for you to leave. I can
see you haven’t changed a bit." Nicole opened the front door for
her guest. Just then, Terri’s pager went off. She froze.
"Nicole…..I’m sorry….I didn’t mean….that remark was
uncalled for….. …I’m sorry…." Nicole was still holding the
door open. "Please, Nicole, please help me. I realize I could
have been a lot nicer when I used to know you, and I shouldn’t
have yelled at you now. For God’s sake PLEASE. That page I just
got? It’s from Danielle. I have to call her back, so she can
tell me who to go fuck tonight" –Nicole looked embarrassed at
Terri’s use of the word ‘fuck’– "and if I don’t call back…."
Terri trailed off.
Nicole paused. "You have to call her back…..and she’s going to
make you go and make love to someone….for money?"
Love had nothing to do with it….but Rome wasn’t built in a day,
Terri thought with relief. "Yes!" she said urgently. "That’s
what I’ve been trying to tell you!"
Nicole shut the door, and looked at Terri would growing
understanding. And pity.
After calling Danielle and getting her instructions, Terri hung
up the phone. Nicole, listening in her den with her hand over the
mouthpiece of her phone, did likewise. Then the two began to
formulate a plan.
Terri drove away from there feeling liberated, for the first time
in a long time. Nicole hadn’t hugged her goodbye or tried to
comfort her or told her "everything is gonna be all right"–but
she had promised to discuss this with one of the attorneys she
worked for, first thing in the morning. And Terri was not about
to fault the mousy young woman on her people skills. After all,
homecoming queen Terri could have easily invited Nicole along on
a group outing, or arranged a date between Nicole and one of the
many young men she had rejected in high school on a daily basis.
But instead, she had only cared about Terri, Terri…..Terri.
What Nicole did tell Terri, was that what Danielle was doing was
blackmail, and was i*****l. The DA would likely recognize the
extenuating circumstances in the i*****l acts Terri herself had
committed. Terri WOULD have to answer to Steven, but she was
confident that she could eventually win his forgiveness, and win
him back.
Terri was so exhilirated that she zealously screwed the daylights
out of the three men who had paid Danielle for her services
tonight. She scarcely winced as each one of them took turns in
her ass. After they had finished and gotten dressed and ready to
leave the hotel room, the blonde stopped them, begging to be
allowed to suck their cocks once more. She did so, and after
they left, she savored the aftertaste of their cum as if it were
champagne on New Years Eve. All in all, she felt great not for
being a slut, but for doing something of her own accord.
——————
The next morning, Terri nervously entered Danielle’s office. Her
soon to be ex-tormenter was already seated at her desk.
"Good morning Terri."
"Good morning, Danielle." Danielle noted that her secretary
hadn’t called her "ma’am", but kept quiet.
Settling into the chair across from Danielle, the blonde took a
breath, then began the speech she had rehearsed all night.
"Danielle, I realize that you may have been very angry at me for
the things I did to you in the past. But I don’t think that
gives you the right to blackmail me." Her boss’ eyes immediately
grew alert at the mention of the word ‘blackmail’. Watch your
step, Terri chided herself. Then continued.
"I don’t think it gives you the right to f***e me to have sex
with you. I don’t think it gives you the right to make me have
sex with other men for money." Danielle, surprisingly, seemed to
be listening intently. And was she sweating and trembling a
little bit? "Now, I am truly sorry for the way I treated you in
the past. But I can’t go on like this. I want my life back.
How about if we call it even?" The hook.
Danielle now spoke. "No. You are my property, Terri. If you
try to get away from me, or disobey me in any way" –the blonde
was inwardly patting herself on the back, Danielle was falling
for this trap so perfectly– "all of the video tapes get sent to
your husband, and the confidential papers that you stole will go
to the police. Oh, and I’ll have about ten keys of coke planted
in your car, then phone in an anonymous tip to the police." She
stopped. "Anything else you want me to say?"
"What do you mean?" Terri stopped, a little confused.
Danielle merely held out her hand in a "give it to me" gesture.
"What…." Terri asked.
"The tape recorder, Terri." Danielle said tiredly, as if she
were weary of these types of games. "Open your purse and give it
to me."
Too late, Terri noticed the blue print dress lying rumpled on the
floor near the window, next to a pair of plain white cotton
panties.
Terri stared at the dress. A rather plain dress. One might even
say, a rather mousy dress. The kind one would expect would be
worn by a rather plain, rather mousy 26 year old woman.
Then Danielle rolled her chair back, revealing a naked Nicole
kneeling in front of her, dutifully licking her in the same way
Terri licked her every morning. Terri saw that the other woman’s
back and ass were covered with bruises and welts. Dried deposits
of cum were also visible on her ass, thighs and her unshaven cunt
hair.
Danielle, her voice filled with triumph. "Nicole, lover, say
hello to Terri."
Turning, the mousy young paralegal whispered
"H…h…hello…..Terri….." She was still wearing her glasses
(but absolutely nothing else) and they were completely fogged up.
It was still apparent that Nicole’s eyes were red from a night
of crying. Terri felt the anger welling up inside her. Rising,
she took her purse, and the tape recorder concealed within.
Heading for the door, she hissed, "I’m going to the police, you
sick BITCH." Then she turned for the door…..
….and walked right into Scott, accompanied by five of his
coworkers. Scott’s "team" which had gangbanged Terri at her
tit-warming party.
"What should we do with her?" Scott asked.
"Take her in the supply room and **** her." Danielle responded
disinterestedly.
"Any chance we could get another crack at Miss Prep Queen there?"
Scott inquired hopefully, indicating Nicole.
"Maybe later. She’s being taught how to use her tongue at the
moment," Danielle explained. Then, to Nicole, "I didn’t tell you
to stop. Keep eating me, you little bitch."
As Terri was led away, she begged. For herself…..for Nicole.
Danielle wasn’t listening at the moment.
Chapter 10
Nicole ——
After Terri left, Nicole slipped into her nightgown and got ready
for bed. On some nights, she liked to lie in bed and touch
herself down there. She could make herself feel very good by
using her fingers in all the right places. This wasn’t one of
those nights though. Thinking over Terri’s story, she found it
repulsive. The very idea….
A soft knock came at the door. Since nobody ever visited Nicole
(she had no friends), it must be Terri. Perhaps the gentlemen
who she had been arranged to make love to–to FUCK, she
corrected, cringing at even the thought of the bad word–perhaps
they had not shown up, and Terri was now free. Maybe, Nicole
thought, she could find a way to be a little nicer, a little more
comforting, to Terri.
Opening the door a crack, "Hi, Ter–" WHAM! The door was shoved
open all the way, hitting the plain-featured woman in the face
and knocking her down. Her caller was not Terri….it was two
men.
The men collected the dazed Nicole and took her out of the house
and to a waiting van. Several times she demanded to know where
she was being taken; they ignored her.
They drove downtown, and e****ted Nicole out of the van and to
the loading dock of an office building. Then into the deserted
building and up the freight elevator. On the slow elevator ride,
one of the men began groping at her tiny breasts.
"Please don’t touch me there," Nicole pleaded softly.
"Please don’t touch me there! Please don’t touch me there!" the
man mimicked.
"She has no clue what’s about to happen to her," the other man
agreed.
Nicole’s eyes widened with fright. "Listen–" A slap in the
face quieted her.
The elevator stopped, and Nicole was e****ted into an office.
When the light was turned on, she saw that there were two other
men waiting. One of them rose.
"Take her in the supply room." The men complied. All four men
now joined Nicole in the small room.
One of the men addressed her. "So, what did Terri tell you
tonight?"
"Nothing," Nicole answered.
"You’re lying," the man said. And slapped her.
"What did Terri tell you?" the man repeated.
"Nothing." SLAP!!!
"Scott, she’s not going to talk."
"Seems that way," the original man who had spoken–Scott–agreed.
"Might as well put her mouth to some use, then….."
To Nicole, Scott inquired, "Do you know how to suck cock?"
"No, that’s disgusting!" Nicole replied, as if chiding an 8 year
old who had just done something extremely stupid.
"Disgusting or not, you’re going to suck ours." As if on cue,
the men all dropped their pants. Nicole looked away.
"Get on your knees, bitch. Start with mine."
"No."
With that, Scott tore Nicole’s nightgown off of her. She now
stood, naked and trembling, but still defiant. Scott f***ed her
down to her knees and grabbed the back of her head, grinding his
hard prick against her lips, but she refused to open her mouth
and take him in.
Bending Nicole over on a table, Scott removed his belt. As the
other men held her tightly, Scott whipped Nicole’s ass and back.
When her entire backside was reddened, he ordered them to turn
her over. Again he asked her to suck him. Her eyes fixed on
the belt with raw terror, but she still shook her head no. Scott
then whipped her front. Her small tits….her belly….her
thighs. Then he asked again, and she still said no.
"Fine by me," Scott shrugged, grabbing the dishwater blonde and
lying her on the floor. "I’m just going to fuck your cunt then."
Nicole struggled but she was no match for Scott. He had her
pinned beneath him, and the tip of his cock was at the entrance
to her opening. He pushed.
"My God, she’s tight!" Scott remarked to his friends. "She’s a
virgin!!! WAS a virgin" he amended.
Nicole, always soft-spoken, struggled not to cry.
"Please….Scott. I’ll…. I’ll suck your thing….."
All the men laughed at that. "My ‘thing’? Honey, since you’re
going to be a slut like Terri, you might as well learn the
language. This" with one swift motion he buried himself deeply
inside her, breaking her cherry "is a ‘cock’." And Scott then
set forth to fucking the unfortunate paralegal with a frenzy.
Nicole only whimpered softly.
After Scott, all three of the other men also put their
things–their COCKS–inside her. Then, Scott presented his again
stiffening cock to her lips. This time, she reluctantly opened
her mouth and let him in.
He directed her. "That’s it….use your tongue….take it in a
little deeper…. GET YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT. Deeper. Now back
out. Now lick the tip. Now back in your mouth. I SAID…."
Pulling out of her mouth, Scott drew back and slapped Nicole in
the face. "…KEEP YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT, BITCH." Then back in
her mouth. "Suck it. Yeah, you’re getting the hang of it."
Nicole was only able to get through this ordeal, by reminding
herself that Terri must go through this, each and every day. All
the while she continued working Scott’s cock in and out of her
mouth.
"That’s it. You’re a natural cock sucker, girl. Yeah….suck
it….ohhhhhhh…. and now….here’s what happens….to little
girls who know…..how to suck cock well….you get a creamy
surprise in your mouth…."
Nicole’s eyes widened, and she tried to pull her mouth away. But
Scott just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back in,
his hips pumping him in and out of her mouth. Then he cried out,
and the conservative young girl, who had never even kissed a boy,
felt her mouth being filled with Scott’s creamy, salty semen.
Gagging, she wanted to spit it out, but he kept his cock in her
mouth. She had no choice but to swallow, if she wanted to
breathe.
Finally Scott was done and pulled out of her mouth. Nicole
immediately began spitting, trying desperately to get the taste
out of her mouth. Until Scott stopped her. "Don’t bother….you
still have three more loads of cum to swallow," he told her,
indicating the three other men, their hard cocks waiting
patiently for her newly acquired oral skills.
For the rest of the night, the men broke Nicole in, fucking her
in every position imaginable. They had been ordered by Danielle
to stay out of her virgin ass, because Danielle had "something
special" in store for it. Nicole was also taught how to beg to
be fucked, and after a few whippings with Scott’s belt, was
actually able to say phrases like "Please sir, fuck my wet cunt"
and "Please let me suck your cock like the whore that I am"
without pause.
This torment, of course, paled in comparison to the ordeal Nicole
would be experiencing in the morning, when she would be
introduced to Danielle and Danielle’s shaven, attention-starved
pussy. And later in the day, by the time a thoroughly abused,
thoroughly cum-drenched Terri would be thrown into the supply
room, Nicole would be numb with the shock and the humiliation.
Chapter 11
Terri waited in the hotel room, sitting in a chair. She had been
ordered to put on a tight black miniskirt with matching panties
and hose, and had then been brought here by Scott and three of
his friends.
The hotel room was moderate sized, with just a single king sized
bed. So far, the men had not sought to break in the bed at the
blonde slut’s expense. Nor was Terri in any sort of hurry to get
any of her holes fucked again, after her latest **** she could
barely walk. Occasionally one of the men fondled or groped her,
but other than that they did nothing but wait.
Terri wondered what was happening to Nicole. Guilt gnawed at
her; Nicole’s entire predicament was all her fault, she thought.
How could she have been so careless, and let Danielle’s thugs
follow her to Nicole’s home?
The door opened, and in came Nicole, e****ted by Danielle,
Carrie, and Scott’s wife, Angela. Angela was carrying an object
which Terri was well acquainted with, from her visit to Scott and
Angela’s home….a whip known as the "cat of nine tails."
Nicole was dressed in a red plaid knee-length skirt and a white
blouse. In this outfit, she looked like a young girl from some
preppy school. Of course, her glasses and white hosiery
completed the illusion. Nicole was shoved toward the chair next
to Terri’s.
As Nicole took a seat, Terri softly brushed her arm. "You OK
sweetie?" she whispered.
The other woman nodded—although she looked anything but.
Although she had obviously showered and combed her hair, several
bruises and welts were still plainly visible on her face and
arms.
Danielle silenced her rival. "Oh, how touching," she haughtily
teased. "So much concern for your partner in crime. Don’t
worry….in a little while, you’ll be worried only about your own
pathetic ass." She stopped to open the hotel room door for three
more of her associates…..who were carrying video recording
equipment, Terri noted with a sinking feeling (but with no real
surprise–the blonde bimbo was accustomed to having her
humiliation carefully documented).
A few more men….some from work, but others whom Terri didn’t
recognize….showed up. As the video equipment was set up around
the bed, Danielle addressed everyone present. "OK….time to
place your bets. Is it going to be Miss Flat-chest, or Miss
Triple D?"
Both Terri and Nicole looked confused. "Don’t worry, girls,"
their brunette tormentor continued. "The rules of the contest
will be explained to you in a few minutes."
The mousy Nicole spoke with quiet certainty. "I will not
participate in any kind of contest for your pleasure." Several
of the spectators snickered at this.
"No?" Danielle countered. "Angela honey, would you come up here,
please? Please explain to Miss Preppy Bitch here what it is you
have in your hand."
"Gladly," Angela sneered. "The cat o’ nine tails. So named
because it’s actually nine tiny whips. If used right, it can be
extremely painful, yet leave very few marks."
"Thanks," Danielle said. "Now, would you please demonstrate on
Miss Preppy’s pathetic little tits?"
"Sure….if you insist on glorifying them by calling them
tits…."
Nicole, struck with fear, spoke. "No…please I’m sorry!" As
she continued to beg, Scott grabbed the girl’s arms and pinned
them behind her back, presenting her breasts to Angela, who took
aim.
CRACK!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
CRACK!!!!! "PLEASE!!!!!! I’M….."
CRACK!!!! "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Danielle raised her hand. "There. That should be enough to keep
the bitch from talking back like that." The cameras were now set
up and ready to record whatever unthinkable humiliation the evil
woman had concocted for the evening. "Now, here are the rules
for the contest." Her eyes met Nicole’s, as if to say, I dare
you to say something, bitch.
But Nicole stayed quiet. Danielle went on.
"Let me first tell you what happens to the loser. I have made
arrangements with a man in the Middle East, who is a collector of
women from all over the world. A slaver. The loser will be sold
to him, and you will spend the rest of your life serving in some
remote part of the world, with no hope of release or escape." To
stir the pot, she added, "I’ve heard that he brands his women.
I’m also told that he and his friends love anal sex….as do the
various a****ls he raises on his farm."
Terri’s face was a mask of horror. Nicole, tears streaming down
her face, was silent nonetheless.
"Now…the rules. The playing field is this beautiful king sized
bed. Anyone who leaves the playing field, is subject to a
whipping, courtesy of Angela’s little toy." Angela held up the
cat of nine tails as Danielle continued. "The first penalty will
result in one lash with the whip. The second
penalty…two….the third…three….well, I’m sure you get the
idea. Except for you, Terri….since you’re too much of a stupid
bimbo….but you’ll figure it out. Now, here’s a little
twist….if you get a penalty, your opponent gets to decide where
you’ll get whipped."
"The objective of the game is simple." Danielle produced a
rather large, 8 inch cream colored dildo, lying it in the very
center of the bed. "The first person who gets this toy all the
way into her opponent’s ass is the winner."
Both women were horrified. "Please don’t make us do this," Terri
pleaded. "Please, I can’t….anything else but this…." Nicole
implored.
"Fine. Then you’ll just both get whipped until you take your
positions on the bed. And then, you’ll both get whipped until
one of you starts the game."
Resignedly, the girls allowed themselves to be led to opposite
corners of the king sized bed, where they knelt facing each
other. Their eyes met, and an understanding passed between them.
This was survival. No holds barred.
"Terri is bigger and probably stronger…..but Nicole has a much
tighter ass since Terri likes to have hers stuffed with cock all
the time. Those of you who were at her tit-warming party will
certainly relate," Danielle commented. "All in all, a pretty
even contest! Now, let’s get started…." A nod to Carrie, who
was now wielding the whip. She landed a blow with it on Nicole’s
behind, and Nicole slowly moved toward the middle of the bed on
her knees. As Carrie crossed over to where Terri was kneeling,
Terri said "OK….OK!!!!" and reluctantly crept toward Nicole.
The two women circled the dildo, each waiting to pounce on the
other if she picked it up.
Nicole made her move first. But instead of reaching out for the
toy, she swatted it past Terri and toward the head of the bed.
The blonde went after it, turning her back to the smaller woman.
Who then came at her and shoved her with all the strength she
could muster, sending her careening off of the bed. Terri yelped
in surprise, grabbing onto a handful of the little bitch’s shirt
and pulling, trying to take Nicole with her. But the petite
woman was ready for it, and hooked her feet firmly on the
opposite edge of the bed. Terri succeeded only in tearing a few
buttons of Nicole’s shirt, which was left partially open, leaving
one small, milky white breast visible.
"Well! Looks like we have our first penalty! Good move!"
Danielle complimented. "Where shall we do the honors with the
whip?"
"H….her…..b…b..b…behind…..?" Nicole indicated what she
meant by pointing to Terri’s backside. Carrie, accordingly,
lifted the hem of the blonde’s dress, exposing her delectable
heart-shaped ass. Raising the whip with a little smile, she
brought it whistling down on its target. Terri gasped but did
not scream or cry. It hurt, but it was over now. And she still
had the dildo in hand! So she was in pretty good shape.
Danielle called "time out" and took the whip from Carrie.
"Our new slut seems to have a problem with her vocabulary. ‘Her
BEHIND’?" Danielle mimicked. "We have no idea what that is.
Now, if you were to say, ‘the slut’s ASS’….then we would know
what you meant!"
Continuing: "There will be a new rule, applicable only to Miss
Flat-chest. Whenever you fail to use language which is befitting
of a little whore like you, you’ll be whipped. Now, I’m going to
give you a lesson."
Danielle f***ed the woman to stand. "This," she explained,
raising the whip and bringing it crashing down on Nicole’s
backside, "is your ass." The brunette raised the whip again.
"This is your CUNT." Bringing the whip down with a CRACK!!! to
emphasize the last word. "Other answers I will accept are PUSSY
(CRACK!!!!) or FUCK-HOLE (CRACK!!!) And these are TITS!!!
(CRACK!!!!)"
"Now you try it." Danielle proceeded to whip Nicole on her
breasts, pussy and ass, imploring her to recite the new
descriptions she had learned for each. Tearfully and ashamed
beyond belief, the prim young girl dutifully practiced her new
vocabulary. Finally her tormentor was satisfied, and Nicole was
allowed to return to her corner on the bed.
During all this, Terri had tucked the dildo down her dress,
safely between her tits, realizing that she’d need both hands to
get Nicole pinned and then to f***e the toy into her virgin ass.
Nicole saw the toy nestled in Terri’s ample cleavage. She
grabbed for it, getting a handful of the blonde’s dress instead.
She pulled, resulting in a loud RIP!!!! as the front of the dress
tore. Cheers rose as Terri’s tits popped free….as did the
dildo. Both women wrestled for it, but it fell off the bed.
Before either girl could reach down and get it, one of the men
enjoying the spectacle kicked it away from the bed. One of the
girls would now have to get off the bed to get it.
For now, Terri surveyed her ruined dress.
"You BITCH!!!!" she spat as she came after the tiny woman.
Grabbing Nicole’s hair, the blonde pulled her head down, and sat
on the back of her head. Then she took the back of Nicole’s
shirt in both hands, and pulled until all the buttons gave way,
then pulled the shirt off her arms. Nicole was topless now.
Pressing on, Terri began working on getting her out of her skirt
as well.
But Nicole was squirming her way free and finally repelled Terri.
Pulling her skirt back up, the young sheltered woman suddenly
realized that she was topless and that her bare breasts were
exposed to everyone in the room. Embarrassed by this, she put
one arm over her chest and looked around for what was left of her
shirt.
And that was when Terri rammed her full-f***e, sending her flying
off the bed and onto the floor with a resounding THUMP! It would
now be Nicole’s turn to take a whipping.
Carrie, wielding the cat of nine tails, was awaiting instruction.
"On her tits" Terri requested.
Nicole had thought that the cat of nine tails was painful through
her clothes. On her naked breasts, it was excruciating. She bit
her lip to keep from crying out, unwilling to give these people
any satisfaction. Many pairs of pants had been unzipped by now,
and hard cocks were sticking out and being stroked. And more
than one wet pussy was being rubbed.
For the second lash, Terri requested Nicole’s back. As the
dishwater blonde took her whipping, Terri reminded her to not
forget the dildo.
Recovering the dildo, Nicole got back on the bed. Immediately
Terri tried to use her strength to push Nicole back onto the
floor, for another penalty whipping. But the smaller woman was
actually quite strong for her size, and the only thing Terri
accomplished was to allow Nicole to tear the rest of the black
dress off of her. The men hooted and whistled as the blonde
bombshell’s impressive body was uncovered.
Terri was now clad only in a pair of black panties and matching
hose. As the women warily crouched in their corners of the bed,
the blonde’s giant tits jiggled and swayed, much to the delight
of the onlookers.
"Intermission!" Danielle cried. "I’m sure the spectators would
like to take a little break. In the meantime, our two sluts will
69 for your viewing pleasure."
The whip-happy Carrie moved in to enf***e this. Terri quickly
straddled Nicole’s face, lowering her own face to the woman’s
cunt and arching her back slightly to make up for the difference
in their height. Pulling Nicole’s skirt up and moving her
panties to the side, the hapless secretary dove right in, tongue
first. Her opponent gasped.
Nicole had had her cunt ****d by about a dozen different men in
the past day. And she had pleasued Danielle with her own tongue.
But this was the first time she had had a tongue used on her
DOWN THERE….and she thought to herself that it wasn’t bad at
all. Except….
Terri was biting Nicole’s clit. Hard. "Lick me," she hissed
urgently.
Nicole just found it too disgusting. "I…..can’t….."
"Listen bitch….I’m not about to get whipped because of you.
LICK ME." Terri demanded.
Reluctantly, Nicole began licking Terri…..through the lace
fabric of her panties.
"Oh, for God’s sake." Terri grabbed her black lace panty and
pulled it to the side, and began fucking her prudish friend’s
face. Finally, hesitantly, Nicole began eating Terri’s pussy.
Nicole’s gasping and moaning grew louder and louder. Terri had
spent long hours between Danielle’s (and, more recently,
Carrie’s) legs, and had mastered the fine art of cunnilingus in
the process. Nicole wasn’t as skilled, but it would do.
After several minutes, Danielle separated the two girls. This
was met by groans, which the brunette silenced. "These two
whores need their supply of protein so they can continue the
contest for you. Anyone who’s interested in helping can form two
lines, and I’m sure these two will be glad to service you with
their slutty mouths."
Eight men lined up….four in front of each kneeling woman.
Terri, a real pro, slobbered and devoured the cocks ravenously
until each of them, in turn, exploded in her mouth. With Nicole,
the amateur cocksucker, each man basically grabbed her head and
simply fucked her mouth, filling her mouth with cum, much to her
distaste. As one man pulled out of the mousy little thing’s
mouth, jacking off all over her face, Terri noted the woman’s
look of utter revulsion and her eagerness to wipe the seed away.
And it gave her an idea. Turning back to the next man in her
line, she resumed her cocksucking service.
When the contest resumed, Nicole made as if she was going to
cautiously circle around the dildo again. Terri crawled right
toward her opponent, then opened her mouth and spit the entire
mouthful of cum she had been holding there, into Nicole’s face
and all over her glasses. Nicole’s hands flew to her face,
knocking her glasses off and trying desperately to get the filthy
slime off of her. In the confusion, Terri managed to deprive the
other woman of her skirt, as well as dumping her on the floor.
Nicole took two lashes of the whip on her tits, and one on her
thigh. Retrieving her cum-splattered glasses, she did her best
to clean them before being led back onto the bed.
Terri came right at her, tits bouncing and swaying. Driving the
poor girl to the edge of the bed, then pushing her off, making a
grab for Nicole’s plain, white cotton panties and getting a
handful. Unfortunately the buxom blonde lost her balance and
came crashing down onto the floor right beside Nicole…..but she
got the woman’s panties off in the process.
Each girl had four lashes coming. Nicole got two on her bare
ass, and two on her bare pussy. ("P…please! Not….down
there….." she had begged, earning herself four more on her
cunt.)
Terri got one on each breast and one on each sole of her bare
feet. She howled in agony as this was meted out by a drooling
Angela.
As the girls got back onto the bed, Terri reflected that she was
in pretty good shape. Nicole was now completely naked, save her
hosiery. Aside from the fact that the girl’s nakedness was
completely humiliating her, Nicole’s asshole would now be easily
accessible. But Terri knew that she wouldn’t be able to get the
fake cock into the smaller woman’s virgin asshole without
lubrication. She reached for the toy, and Nicole made no move to
stop her. Popping the dildo in her mouth, she began slobbering
all over it.
With lightning speed, Nicole moved. Getting behind Terri, she
grabbed hold of the base of the dildo with both hands and pulled,
forcing it deeper into the blonde secretary’s mouth. Terri
struggled, but the plastic cock inexorably moved further and
further into her mouth. She was now gagging on it and gasping
for air. Realizing that her only hope was to pull them both onto
the floor, thus stopping the contest for a mutual whipping, she
leaned forward.
But Nicole was prepared. She leaned back, pulling Terri down on
top of her while continuing to grip the dildo with all her
strength. The blonde’s face, normally a healthy tan, was now
turning blue. Desperately Terri clawed at the preppy girl’s
hands, trying to dislodge them from the dildo. But it was no
use.
Steven….she thought, and blacked out.
—————
When consciousness floated back, Terri was aware of all the men
and women surrounding the bed and cheering. She was also aware
of a pressure in her ass. Nicole, sitting on top of Terri, was
sliding the dildo into the blonde’s ass. Five inches had
disappeared into her anal canal. Now six. Terri clenched her
sphincter muscles, slowing the progress of the anal invader.
Nicole redoubled her efforts.
Carrie leaned over and spoke in Danielle’s ear. "Looks like
you’re gonna lose and get sold as a harem slave….I plan to
marry Steven. Maybe Nicole will be one of the bridesmaids…."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Terri clenched down on the
dildo in her ass, forcing it back out. Nicole was losing her
grip, and Terri was regaining her strength. Finally the dildo
came out of the blonde slut’s ass with an obscene popping noise.
It was music to Terri’s ears.
Now shoving Nicole off of her, Terri went on the offensive.
After a struggle, she pinned the petite woman and retrieved the
now slimy dildo. Lining it up with the tiny pucker of Nicole’s
virgin asshole, she pushed. But the other girl squirmed, and the
toy ended up in her cunt instead. Terri began to pull it out,
but then had another idea. She slid the toy back up Nicole’s
snatch, fucking the prude for all she was worth. Terri got lucky
and hit Nicole in just the right spot, making her cum instantly.
Continuing the dildo fuck, the cheap blonde lowered her tongue
onto Nicole’s clit and began teasing. Nicole gave up any
semblance of struggle or resistance and her hands grabbed Terri’s
blonde head, guiding the woman exactly where she needed to be
licked. Nicole’s screams of ecstacy cut the room, as she came
over and over, juices flowing from her cunt.
Her tongue not missing a beat on Nicole’s clit, Terri pulled the
dildo out and plunged it into the girl’s tight, innocent asshole.
Her screams deteriorated into incoherent shrieks, but her hands
never left the back of Terri’s head. And Terri didn’t stop
licking the juices from the girl’s snatch….even after the dildo
was buried to the hilt in Nicole’s ass, and the mousy young
paralegal and future harem slave was "down for the count".
————————————-
Danielle discarded the hypodermic needle after injecting Nicole.
"By the time she wakes up, she’ll be in the cargo hold of a
freighter in international waters."
As Terri watched with part horror, part morbid fascination,
Danielle’s cohorts stuffed the u*********s Nicole into a
cube-shaped crate which was barely two feet on a side.
"Just think, Terri….she was a virgin. And the only intimacy
she’ll ever know in her entire life, is that which comes from
being brutally gang-****d. And," she finished with a sad smile,
"it’s all because of you!" Terri’s eyes filled with guilt and
tears. "Do think about that, next time you decide to enlist
someone’s help in stopping me. Remember this, Terri….I own you.
And I will own you for the rest of your life…or until I tire
of you and send you off to the Middle East to join your friend
there." With that, Danielle walked away.
Terri was so numb with shame and guilt that she didn’t even
notice when the men finished packing the crate, and pulled her
onto the bed for a celebratory gang-fuck.
Chapter 12
Terri was required by Danielle to work out three times a week.
At the gym, the attractive blonde was a magnet for men (and a few
of the women as well). This was no surprise, considering the
risque apparel Danielle had given her for her workouts. This
consisted of a white tank top which was cut off a few inches
above Terri’s navel (when the blonde worked up a sweat, her brown
nipples were also plainly visible through the white fabric), and
a pair of black shorts which were….well….short.
Whenever the busty blonde attended high energy aerobics, numerous
men always gathered to view the impressive spectacle of her
triple-D breasts bouncing and jiggling up and down in a frenzy.
Terri did her best to ignore her audience, but she could always
feel their eyes burning into her chest. And the worst part was,
she knew it was inevitable that she would be approached and
propositioned after the workout session ended. And according to
the rules Danielle had made up for her, she was not allowed to
say "no" to any man or woman when it came to sex. Last time she
had done so, and word had gotten back to Danielle, the hapless
blonde had been made to walk around for a whole day with a dildo
in her ass. Danielle was now also keeping constant tabs on
exactly where Terri was, and accounting for her every move, in
light of the situation with Nicole. The blonde was required to
"check in" with her boss on a constant basis.
Because of the constant time constraints, when propositioned at
the gym, Terri would often come right out and offer to walk the
suitor out to his car and treat him to a blowjob. Then she would
swallow, lick the man clean and head right back into the gym for
more humiliation.
Terri was doing her workout when Scott showed up at the gym.
Walking up to the treadmill Terri was using, he pressed the
"stop" button, then stepped up next to the stacked blonde.
"Slut," he whispered in her ear, "go to the steam room and wait
for me there. And….I do love your attire, but…it’s probably
not needed in the steam room." Before she could object, Scott
briefly sucked on her earlobe and then was gone.
Five minutes later, Terri, clad only in a white towel (the
biggest she could find, not that she expected it to make a
difference), sat and waited in the dimly lit, steamy coed steam
room. Thankfully, the gym was nearly deserted today and the
blonde bombshell was alone.
Not for long, however, as she was soon joined by Scott, also nude
except for a standard issue gym towel. His, however, had a
slight bulge in the front, which quickly grew as he sat down next
to the well-endowed blonde.
"Stand up, Terri," she was ordered. Holding her towel, she
complied, standing before Scott. "Now take off the towel."
"Scott–" she implored.
"Do I need to call Danielle?" he asked softly. That got Terri
moving, slowly opening the towel to expose her enormous
silicone-enhanced tits and her neatly trimmed snatch. Scott’s
eyes drank in the delicious sight for a while.
"OK now spread the towel out on the floor." Terri did this.
"Now lie on it….on your back. Spread your legs and show me
your beautiful cunt."
"Scott–please! Someone might–" Terri nervously looked toward
the door.
"Terri, don’t make me have to tell you twice. I’m in a good mood
today but don’t push it," Scott whispered pleasantly. So Terri
reluctantly lie down and spread her legs. "Now take your hand
and play with that beautiful cunt for me, dear." The blonde
obediently began rubbing her clit.
"You really do have a lovely cunt, Terri. I sincerely wish that
Danielle would allow you to shave it." An inspiration. "In fact
Terri, I want you to shave your cunt for me tonight. Completely
bald. But don’t tell Danielle I told you to."
"But….she’ll…."
"Punish you? No doubt you’re right. But I do so enjoy watching
her punish you. That dear lady is very creative, I’ll give her
that." Scott had pulled his cock out from under the towel, and
was slowly stroking it. Terri now was steadily massaging her
clit between two fingers. "To be honest, I hope when she finds
out, she’ll ask Angela and I for help in coming up with a
punishment for you. Finger fuck yourself now," Scott added.
Terri’s middle finger sank into her wet cunt. Slowly, she worked
it in and out, gradually picking up speed. Her breathing
increasing slightly along with her tempo. Scott’s hand also
quickened its pace a bit on his prick.
After watching her jack herself off for a while, Scott asked,
"What do you want to happen now, Terri?"
"I don’t know….what–"
"I’m asking you. It’s up to you. If you want, I can decide for
you." This struck Terri as odd. Typically, Scott enjoyed
dominating her and humiliating and inflicting pain on
her…usually by way of Terri’s ass which Scott had a real fetish
for. So maybe there WAS a chance to keep Scott’s monster cock
out of her ass–this time.
"I….I want you in my….mouth….." Terri explained as she
fingered herself.
This was fine with Scott, and he said so. On her hands and
knees, the naked blonde went over to the bench Scott was sitting
on. Pulling his towel away, and now both of them were completely
naked. She marveled at his prick which was actually very sexy,
and just the size she liked them to be. Too bad we couldn’t have
met under different circumstances, Scott….circumstances such as
you not being a complete, utter creep….suppressing the thought,
Terri took Scott’s cock in hand and took over stroking it, and
gliding her tongue over the tip.
Insistently, Scott grabbed the back of the blonde fellatrice’s
head, making it clear what he wanted. Parting her lips, Terri
took him in. Scott was larger than average, but she had no
problem getting him all the way in her mouth, up to his hairy
balls. Her entire mouth, all the way into her throat, was
stuffed with his manhood. Terri was able to keep from gagging
only through the skill she had learned from sucking hundreds of
different cocks over the past few months, of all shapes and
sizes.
Gently, she took Scott’s hand away from her head (he actually
allowed this), then lifted her head so that only about half of
his cock filled her mouth. Then back down taking him all the way
in again. Then all the way out, till just the purple tip of his
dick was in her slutty mouth. Steadily bobbing up and down on
his delicious meat, picking up speed. Terri was deep throating
so well that her lips were actually leaving traces of her ruby
red gym-slut lipstick on his balls.
Scott sat back and enjoyed the ride, watching the slut at work.
Terri was an amazing cocksucker. His wife Angela couldn’t even
come close when it came to cocksucking. But, then again, Angela
wasn’t sucking off dozens of men a week like Terri was, either.
Scott grabbed a handful of Terri’s golden blonde hair, and pulled
her head away. Scott’s cock, covered with the slut’s drool,
popped out of her mouth. Without being told, Terri faced away
from Scott, and lowered her juicy box onto his erect prick.
Gasping as he penetrated her, finishing the job her fingers had
started.
"Play with my tits," she whispered.
"Slut, don’t forget who you’re talking to. Beg me for it."
"Oh Scott….please play with this slut’s tits…..she needs it
bad…." All the while bouncing on his lap. Scott reached
around and began playing with Terri’s enormous mammaries.
Terri knew that Scott was going to do what he wished with her, so
she knew that she might as well enjoy the ride. In this instance
it wasn’t very hard. Scott actually fucked her very well, when
he wasn’t busy mauling her tits, forcing his cock up her tight
asshole or otherwise inflicting excruciating pain on her.
Terri adjusted herself slightly, altering the angle at which
Scott’s prick was entering her cunt. Right–THERE–just the
right spot! Terri threw her head back and increased her tempo.
Wanting to get more momentum, she went too far on her up stroke,
and Scott’s cock popped out of her snatch. Terri gasped, then
guided him back in and resumed. She easily found the right spot
again, and urgently humped her lover. Making up for lost time.
Both of them were moaning rather loudly. Neither cared if anyone
might come in, or hear them from the hallway which connected the
two locker rooms.
"OH TERRI….I’M GONNA CUM….YOU’RE SO FUCKING
GOOD….SLUT….." Scott cried out.
"I love….being your slut….as long….as it feels….SO
GOOD….." Terri gasped in return. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YES!!!!
I’M CUMMING!!!!!!" Her cunt erupted, spewing juice all over his
cock. In turn, this made Scott take his hands off her tits, grab
her waist, and urgently guide her up and down in frenzied, primal
fucking. His cock then exploded, sending his jism deep inside
Terri. This made her cum yet again.
"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH YYYYYES!" For the moment, Terri was
no longer a pleasure toy, for the use and abuse of her boss and
her associates. No doubt, when Scott saw her at the office
later, he would treat her like the worthless piece of meat that
Danielle had decreed she was. But at this moment, she was simply
a bitch in heat, seeking to have her dripping wet cunt thoroughly
screwed, and she was getting it.
When Scott had finished cumming, he lifted the blonde off of him.
"Do you know what I want now, slut?"
With a****l lust in her eyes, Terri responded. "You want this
slut to clean her juices off your cock…." Without waiting for
a confirmation, the blonde did just that, licking Scott
thoroughly from cockhead to balls, then taking him back into her
warm wet mouth.
The door to the steam room opened. Without taking Scott out of
her mouth, Terri’s eyes darted to the door. It was Scott’s wife,
Angela.
"There you–" Spying the blonde bimbo, Angela demanded, "What the
hell is going on here?"
"She begged me to come in here with her," Scott replied, his
voice full of innocence. "Then, she tore my towel off and
started fucking me like a bunny."
Angela’s eyes narrowed at the other woman.
"You…little….fucking….BITCH!!!"
Terri suddenly realized that her mouth was still stuffed full of
Scott’s cock. Which was stirring again. She lifted her head.
Though this was obviously staged by Scott and Angela, Terri tried
to appeal to the other woman. "Angela–"
"Shut up, bitch. Get your towel on and come with me." Gathering
her towel, the slut hurried to catch Angela who was already
leaving the room. Angela led her to the next room over, which
contained the health club’s hot tub, which at the moment was
deserted.
"Take off your towel and get in," Scott’s wife demanded. Terri
tentatively put a foot in the hot water. The other woman shoved
her the rest of the way in. "Now wait here" she was told.
As Angela left the hot tub room, Terri sank as low as she could
in the hot water, to conceal her stark nakedness. As usual, it
wouldn’t matter in the end.
Soon Angela appeared in the doorway, accompanied by two young men
wearing only swimming trunks. The three conversed, eyeing Terri.
Then the two men got into the hot tub, sandwiching the lovely
blonde. Grinning, the men got out of their trunks and tossed
them out of the hot tub. One of the men began exploring Terri’s
pussy and tits with his hands. The other grabbed the blonde’s
hand and placed it around his rapidly growing cock. Angela was
watching, so Terri had no choice but to give the men whatever
they wanted. So she jacked the young man’s cock, while his
friend roughly probed at her cunt.
She got the first man off rather quickly with her hand. He
gasped and emptied his load into the scalding hot water, then
retrieved his shorts and left the hot tub. His friend, who had
probably been inhibited about performing in front of another man,
immediately became more vocal and dominating. "I want my dick
sucked" he ordered the blonde.
Terri started to guide the young man. "OK sweetie….why don’t
you sit on the edge–"
But he stopped her. "I’m staying right here. You’re the slut
here…..you bring your mouth to me." Terri started with
surprise. His cock was under two feet of hot water! How would
she ever–
Her thoughts were interrupted when the young man grabbed her head
and f***ed her underwater, down to his crotch. Panicking, she
fought him. But he was very strong and easily held her head
under the water. Finally, she realized that resistance was going
to get her nowhere….except possibly drowned. Finding his hard
cock, she took it into her mouth and bobbed up and down for a few
strokes. Then he finally released her head and she came to the
surface, desperately gasping for air. Then it was back down
again for more underwater fellatio. He made her stay down there
for longer this time. Then back up for a little air…. then
back down again for more cock. Terri found that it was easier if
she held her nose while she sucked the young man off.
"Almost ready to cum, slut," the young man informed her on one of
her trips to the surface. She took all the air her lungs could
hold, and went down on him ravenously. After a minute or so she
was rewarded with a mouthful of jism.
She came to the surface, gratefully sucking in air. When she
opened her eyes and wiped the water out of them, she saw that the
young man was putting on his trunks, and that a rather large,
very well built black man, of about her age, was waiting to take
his place. Before he got in the hot tub, he removed his shorts.
Terri gasped at the size of his equipment. He had to be at least
12 inches, maybe more!
Thankfully for the sex-toy blonde, the man wasn’t looking for an
underwater blowjob. Terri didn’t know if even a seasoned blowjob
expert such as herself could take such a large cock in hermouth.
She took it in her cunt instead, sitting on the black man’s lap
and facing him. It hurt at first, as this was the biggest cock
she had ever had. But the slut took it in stride and was soon
easily (though not painlessly) fucking the man. As the blonde
goddess rode the enormous black cock, her 36-triple-D tits
bounced but never quite cleared the water, instead appearing to
float like twin buoys. The man she was fucking watched this
spectacle with fascination. Hey, who wouldn’t?
The two of them fucked like this for nearly 45 minutes, and the
man still showed no signs of letting up. Angela was watching
from the doorway the whole time. Each intrusion of the giant cock
brought new pain, but any time Terri slowed down, her partner
would grab one of her nipples and cruelly twist it. Things could
have been worse though….the blonde slave had somehow managed to
cum twice during the vaginal invasion of this unthinkably huge
cock.
The black man directed Terri to get up, explaining that he would
now like to sample her tight asshole.
Terri’s face paled and her eyes grew wide. "NO….you’re too
big….you wouldn’t fit….please…." she pleaded.
The man looked over to Angela accusingly. "You told me this girl
would give me some ass! What’s up with that?"
Angela began coming over. "Is there a problem here, Terri?
Shall I call Danielle and see if she might be able to help?" A
vision arose unbidden in Terri’s mind, of Danielle greasing up
her entire arm with KY jelly, and fist-fucking her slave’s ass.
Danielle had threatened this only once, and Terri never forgot
it.
Aloud, she begged, "No…just…Angela PLEASE, for God’s sake,
he’ll rip me apart! PLEASE."
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The large black man had the
petite blonde kneel on one of the steps which led out of the hot
tub.
Unable to reason with Angela, Terri tried instead to plead with
her partner. "Please…..I can take you in my mouth and give you
a real nice blowjob. Don’t you want to see my lips wrapped
around that nice big cock? Please….PLEASE…." The black man
ignored her pleas as well. He stood on a lower step, and spit on
his cock to lubricate it. As he placed his cockhead at the
opening of Terri’s unwilling asshole, she continued to beg and
plead for mercy, even as she grabbed the handrails leading out of
the hot tub and gripped them for dear life, her knuckles turning
white.
As the humungous black cock slowly sank into the hapless slut’s
ass, Angela remarked lightly, "Sure would suck to be you right
now…." Then she left the room, thoughtfully shutting the door
out of courtesy to the other members of the health club. She
smiled to herself as the sound of Terri’s screaming and begging
faded with distance.
Chapter 13
Terri
—–
Terri pulled her car to the shoulder of the road again. For the eighth
time, she had been blinded by tears and was crying so hard she could not
continue driving.
Wiping her eyes, she reached over to the passenger seat of her
car.Retrieving the small stack of papers, she read the first few lines and
confirmed that they were, indeed, real. As they had been the first dozen
times she had read them, in disbelief.
The pretty blonde had been minding her own business, preparing for another
humiliating day at the hands of Danielle. Her boss was being especially
cruel these past few days. Terri figured it was jealousy because Danielle
had found out about her and Carrie. Not that Terri had any say in what
Carrie or anyone else did to her…but Danielle took it out on her just the
same, having lusted after the redhead for several years without any luck.
She’d been minding her own business that morning, when a knock came at the
door. That was when she had been served.
Now, her heart felt like it had been ripped from her silicone-enhanced
chest. Divorce! Steven wanted a divorce! And it was all Danielle’s
fault.Danielle had seen to it. She hadn’t followed through on her threats
to send Steven the videotapes of some of Terri’s extramarital
performances,but Steven would have to have been blind not to know that
something was going on. Terri’s sizzling, slutty wardrobe, which would have
put a callgirl to shame. The late night calls from men asking for Terri.
Terri going out every night, slipping quietly into bed in the early morning
hours, always too tired to do anything for her husband. All thanks to
Danielle. Danielle,turning Terri into a callgirl. Danielle, keeping Terri
after work for hours on end, making her perform over and over again until
she used her tongue just right. Danielle, e****ting Terri to a picnic
ground, and making her burn all her old clothing in a fire barrel…only
cheap, slutty clothes for our Terri! Danielle, making arrangements for her
friend Carrie to be temporarily assigned to work in Steven’s office.
Carrie….
Carrie
——
The redhead had watched the house from her car, parked across the
street.She’d seen the car with the well-dressed, lawyerly looking man drive
up,seen him go to the front door and knock. She’d seen him deliver a large
manila envelope to the woman who answered the door, then turn around and
walk briskly back to his car, ignoring the questions being directed at him
with rapidly increasing volume by the blonde woman who had answered the
door. The blonde had chased the man to his car, screaming at him and
pleading for an explanation. She’d watched the man drive away, noticing
that he pulled his car to the curb about a block away, and out of sight of
the sobbing blonde, to complete some paperwork. Carrie had watched the
blonde stagger back into her house in shock. The redhead had seriously
considered going into the house and r****g the blonde, to punctuate her
grief and humiliation even more, but in the end had decided to leave things
as they were. About thirty minutes after that, the door to the house had
opened, and the slut who was married to Carrie’s man had come out, gotten
in her car, and drove off in tears.
Carrie then got out of her car and went to the front door of the house.She
searched momentarily until she found the key she knew was hidden
there.Letting herself in to the now empty house, she headed straight for
the master bedroom and opened the closet which contained her man’s wife’s
wardrobe.(Would that make her my "wife-in-law"? the vivacious redhead
giggled to herself.) In the far back of the closet, she found the item she
was looking for, wrapped in plastic from the cleaners and having not been
worn for several years. Ripping the plastic away, Carrie stripped naked and
then began dressing in the clothing she had picked out.
Then the redheaded homewrecker laid down in the middle of the bed, clad in
Terri’s white wedding dress, and masturbated, waiting for her man to come
home.
Danielle
——–
Danielle tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her. She was
finding it increasingly difficult because of what Terri was doing under her
desk. Taking a deep breath, the young saleslady f***ed herself to focus on
the pages upon pages of contracts…and away from the tongue which was
working her over sooooooo expertly, down below.
It probably would have been easier to order the blonde to stop, and take a
rain check on the "afternoon delight" Terri was giving her boss.But the
young assistant had had a VERY poor attitude lately, and Danielle was
determined to set her straight. A glance under the desk confirmed that her
assistant was still dutifully reaming her ass with the 8" dildo she had
been provided with.
Terri’s need for an attitude adjustment had begun three days earlier,when
the staff had decked out the office for the holidays. The office had come
to a complete halt, reveling in the sight of the office bimbo climbing a
step ladder to hang decorations and ornaments from the ceiling, clad in a
black miniskirt. Once the task was done, Terri had slinked back to her
desk, failing to note the mistletoe which someone had hung from the ceiling
directly above her. It took her the rest of the day to figure out why the
men (and a few of the women) in the office kept grabbing her and roughly
forcing their tongue into her mouth. The blonde bimbo had then taken the
mistletoe down, drawing a reprimand from Danielle, who had ordered her to
put it back up, and to remove her panties and hang them up there with it.
Following this episode, many of the kisses were accompanied by hands
wandering under Terri’s skirt.
This morning, the dumb blonde had been in tears when a process server had
paid her a visit, serving Terri with notice that Steven was filing for
divorce. Danielle and Angela had spent the morning cruelly referring to
this as Terri’s "early Christmas present". Terri had finally
exploded,declaring that she wasn’t going to put up with Danielle’s
blackmail any longer.
Danielle had then politely reminded her delectable servant of the i*****l
things she had done, including corporate espionage and prostitution.
Failing to mention, of course, that it was Danielle herself who had f***ed
Terri to do all of these things. And when Terri still didn’t calm down,
Danielle had brought out the Christmas cards.
The "Christmas cards" consisted of rather plain holiday greeting cards,each
with "Season’s Greetings" embossed on the front. Inside, however,each card
contained a unique picture. And of course, each card was addressed to
someone Terri knew. Pictures of Terri masturbating, half-dressed in a
business blazer–addressed to various former coworkers and business
associates.A picture of Terri, bathed in cum and sweat, with cocks in every
orifice,addressed to Terri’s grandmother in Phoenix. An entire package of
pictures,addressed to Terri’s soon to be ex-husband, completely documenting
the blonde’s illicit activities by showing her screwing dozens of men and
women.("The divorce court should find these VERY interesting," Danielle had
remarked.)
Danielle had threatened to mail the Christmas cards, and of course the
begging, pleading, crying and apologizing had begun. As Terri’s tongue
worked at her crotch, the villianess reflected that the funnest part of
having Terri as her assistant was the begging, pleading, crying and
apologizing.This pleased the brunette, who was sure that there would be
much more of it later tonight, when Terri would be f***ed to watch Danielle
drop the Christmas cards into the mail for real.
All in all, by the time the night was over, Danielle mused, Terri’s entire
life would be destroyed. Steven had filed for possession of the house (at
Carrie’s insistence), and the pretty redhead homewrecker was at this moment
moving her things in, and carelessly tossing aside Terri’s possessions.
Terri wouldn’t be homeless, however…she would be moving in with Danielle!
Who would then make use of the ruined blonde till she grew tired of the
game…at which point Terri would be packed into a crate and shipped to one
of Danielle’s contacts in the Middle East, where the hapless girl would
spend the remainder of her life serving as a harem slave.
But that was all in the future, in the new year yet to come. Enjoy the
present, and all the joy it brings, the wicked brunette chided herself.
Danielle’s thoughts turned to the company Christmas party, later this
evening. There would be plenty of food, plenty of drinks, and gifts for
all. Santa Claus wouldn’t be able to make it, being very busy and all,but
rumor had it that one of his elfs might make it to the party. A very slutty
elf, whose green minidress, matching holiday green thong, and festive red
36-DDD bra would no doubt end up lying forgotten on the floor very early in
the evening.
The very thought, coupled with the intensive tongue lashing she had been
receiving from Terri over the past several hours, made the evil brunette
cum. The first cum of many for this evening.
Chapter 14
The interview
————-
"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do nicely,
don’t you think?"
"Yes ma’am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had been
reading.
Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri
subserviently followed a few paces behind.
The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed
and took her seat.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply.
"No ma’am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered.
Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these meetings
off by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she made her
disdain evident.
"I don’t know what your problem is, Terri. We’ve been having these little
meetings for eight months. I’d think you’d know the rules by now."
"Yes ma’am."
"Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume."
Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs wide
and rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem of her
skirt, she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle had the
best seat in the house from across the table, and could plainly see that
Terri was already wet.
"Goooooood. Nice. Now…let’s talk about whether or not we should keep you
on here." The brunette’s voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if Terri
were dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the cops.
Evidence of sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her old job.
Videotapes of Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank accounts full
of dirty money, all in Terri’s name. d**gs….
With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven had
filed for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome
bitch Carrie had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against
Terri (Danielle had "helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven’s
boss, pretending to be Terri, and by slashing Steven’s tires.) Terri had
said "fuck it" and told Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything
that mattered to her had already been taken away from her. In this, she
found that she was sorely mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage,
she’d received a call on her car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle’s
voice had urged, then a (click). Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc
bag filled with white powder beneath the spare tire. Searching the rest of
the car, she’d found several more bags. Then Danielle had called back.
"My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff’s department." And so,
Terri had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between
Danielle’s legs, begging for her job back.
"Soooo…" Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn’t it?"
Terri didn’t answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of pure
hate and extreme hurt.
"What’s the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed.
"M-my…d-d-div…..D-DIVORCE….." The pretty blonde’s voice broke, and
she began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle
silently congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes to
get the little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very emotional
day for Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and officially ruined by
this wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was understandably riding an
emotional roller coaster. The balloons, flowers and the impromptu lunchtime
party probably hadn’t helped matters, Danielle mused.
"Ahhh….yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that’s what you get for being
a walking cum depository. Let’s begin, shall we?"
"Wh-whatever…." Terri sniffled.
"I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde’s cunt
was completely bald–in direct contradiction of Danielle’s orders to let it
grow and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume that she
was a fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her coworkers, had
ordered her to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew this, and also knew
that Scott had ordered Terri not to tell. This didn’t stop her from taking
the opportunity to torment the girl.
"Now, Terri…do you remember our little review last month?" she asked
softly.
"Yes, ma’am."
"And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?" Danielle
pressed.
"You…w-we…said I wasn’t….s-s-supposed to…."
"And…look at your pussy. What do you call that?"
"S-shaved…." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was
anywhere but here.
"And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be if
you disobeyed again?"
Terri’s eyes widened. "No…please, Danielle…."
"What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?"
"Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don’t understand!!!"
"I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed to
follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty–your employment here will
be terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the
proper authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she
dialed a number. "Building security, please."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please…Danielle….ma’am…I didn’t
have a choice….Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting
somewhere.
Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott ‘made’ you do it? How?"
"H-he…told me…if I didn’t…Angela would use the whip
again….and…and…he’d u-use m-m-my ass…"
"Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you
chose to disobey me."
"Danielle…h-he…she….A-Angela and Scott aren’t…aren’t gentle. One of
these days they’re going to kill me…." Terri choked.
"When is it going to sink in, Terri? It’s not all about you. You’re
nothing more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we
see fit. I’d have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime
Scott wants to use your ass, it’s his, provided that it’s not being used by
me at the moment. And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and
cover it with welts…well, can you blame her? After all, you have been
having an affair with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly.
"Please…I’m sorry…it w-won’t happen again…please don’t fire me…"
Tears rolled down Terri’s face as she awaited her fate.
Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life being
tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be paying it
all back, with interest.
"P-p-please…."
"While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the
table. You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on
her back on the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her
boss watched with perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle’s own hand
was busy shamelessly playing with her wet pussy.
Bachelor Party
——————
Terri walked, reflecting on what an awful day it was. She couldn’t believe
that Danielle had taken things this far. Ruining her marriage! She’d
thought she was resigned to the inevitable, but it hadn’t really been real
for her until today. As of today, she was a single woman, the man she loved
having been stolen from her through seduction, blackmail and lies. And
through it all, as Danielle had carefully arranged and choreographed
everything, Terri had only been able to kneel under her boss’ desk, cramming
a dildo up her ass while dutifully eating out the evil bitch who was
destroying her life.
Danielle had "decided" to keep Terri employed for another month. Now, Terri
was headed back to Danielle’s apartment, where she was being allowed to
reside. There, she’d go through the same type of monthly "review", where
Danielle would decide whether or not to keep her blonde slave as a "tenant"
for another month, or to throw her out into the street.
Her "landlady" was eagerly awaiting her.
"Tonight’s ‘review’ is going to be a little different. I’ve arranged for
you to work a bachelor party. Let’s get you ready." It was not unusual for
Danielle to pimp Terri out to special events like this.
Danielle spent the next hour dolling her slut up to look like the high class
call girl she was. A pink thong with a matching pink demi bra, which had
been specially made for Terri’s silicone-made tripld-D rack. Matching
garters and hose. A rather stunning, extremely scandalous red dress to
accentuate Terri’s every curve. Plenty of face and eye makeup. Bright red
lipstick, to call attention to the lips which had serviced hundreds of cocks
at Danielle’s bequest. Six-inch pumps. A black wig put the finishing
touches on things.
When Danielle left her alone, Terri surveyed herself in the mirror. She
looked like a complete stranger! The sex slave was thankful for once–at
least nobody would recognize her. That would certainly spare her some
humiliation.
In that, she had no idea how wrong she was.
———————-
"Drink this–you’ll need it." Without taking her eyes off the road,
Danielle had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who
eyed it suspiciously.
"Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the
heartless bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could
fully experience and appreciate whatever humiliation had been conjured up
for her. "Don’t you want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and
torment me?"
"Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you’ll need to be a
little numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the
last thing we need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody."
"Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know.
"Just drink," Danielle said firmly.
"Why would I start bawling? What’s going to happen?" Terri asked anxiously.
"Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system now,"
Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you’ll be performing at is for Steven.
He’ll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You’re going to perform for him
and his friends, and then you’re going to fuck him." Danielle spoke as
nonchalantly as if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package off in
the mailroom. "And he’s not even going to know that it’s you…"
Eventually the hapless sex slave’s crying died down enough that Danielle
could hear herself think.
"Drink," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again.
Terri drank.
————————
Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was finally
going to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was wonderful.
He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the book on
a chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake. What had
he been thinking when he’d married Terri? They were from two different
worlds. Steven thought back to how they’d drifted apart. The constant late
nights waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone calls in the
middle of the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and leave the
house after she thought Steven was asl**p. A very painful, frustrating time
it had been for him….but he had found Carrie. She’d started out as a temp
in his office, and the two had gone out to lunch, and then dinner. In
Carrie, Steven had found someone whom he could talk to and relate to.
Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over.
"Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there’s something you should
know. It’s not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend and
will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the
affairs Terri was having at work. He’d broken down and cried in her arms,
and somehow they had ended up in bed together. Steven’s path had been clear
to him at that point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he’d filed the
necessary paperwork in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved in with
Steven on the same day that Terri moved out.
The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so that
they could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy ride–Terri
still telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into the phone and
not saying anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however, had received
several death threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife, and had spent
many nights shaking with terror, relaying the details to Steven as he held
her close.
Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would be
married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight’s bachelor
party, reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to watch
you fuck her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty redhead had
whispered in his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride the Redhead
Express…." This was their pet name for lovemaking.
The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves in
all the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2 dress.
Steven’s cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began
seductively gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie,
too, was getting turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven’s
trousers under the table. His friends, meanwhile, decided that they’d
rather have a more intimate show, and proceeded to carry the callgirl over
to the large table where they were all seated.
"’scuse me for just a second…" Carrie whispered to her man. She stood
next to the dancer.
"Doesn’t Lisa’s dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn’t it look
even better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their
approval.
"You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl unbuttoned
the dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a pink
lace demi bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose. Directed by Carrie,
the girl pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in a complete viewing of
her curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn’t she, guys? But you don’t
have to settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for, all night! Help
yourselves….." And so Carrie returned to her seat, nuzzling up to Steven
and watching as the whore was surrounded by six of Steven’s best friends.
——————
With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and
they were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned
out–the guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse
the disguised slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that
they’d keep fucking her and she hopefully wouldn’t have to do anything with
Steven. Terri didn’t think she could take that. But the guys were
gradually wearing out. As she finished the man who was fucking her mouth,
nobody moved to take his place, and with horror, Terri realized that Carrie
was standing over her.
"My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly.
"Carrie….please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but….please…."
"NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and Danielle
all need to sit down and have a little talk?"
Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man who
had been so cruelly stolen away from her.
—————–
Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was
getting from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to
himself. The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at
the same time snaking her tongue around his shaft…
————-
Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She
was mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions
while they were married. And he was responding–after all these years, she
knew just what he liked and how he liked it.
————-
The callgirl was doing a great job of sucking Steven’s cock. He hadn’t had
oral treatment this great since he and Terri had still been together.
Carrie was a terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio
department.
The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his
balls, he could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she’d
strayed. In his mind’s eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there, her
blonde hair tickling his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined to
give her man the suck of his life.
————
Carrie watched nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too*
intensely.
————
If this is the last time we’re ever going to be together, Terri thought, I’m
going to make damn sure you’re going to remember it, Steven. Moaning
loudly, she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a frenzy,
just like the time….
————
….they’d headed up to the river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they
had never gotten around to eating. Opting instead to taste each other there
on the blanket. Steven recalled how he’d anticipated, and how warm and wet
his young wife’s mouth was when she’d finally stopped teasing and gotten
down to business. How she’d leisurely worked him with her mouth for a
while, before moving in for "the kill", shaking her head back and forth and
her moans, muffled by her mouthful of prick…
————
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM….."
————
"Oh yeah….swallow it, Terri…." Steven wasn’t even aware he’d said it.
He was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn’t
hold back anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl’s mouth, as she
eagerly gulped down every last drop….
Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri was
looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was, indeed,
over.
Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at
Terri’s wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE
FUCK DID YOU DO TO LISA?? Won’t you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed
Steven, pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the
face. "LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!"
Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All of
the guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing
about how "she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly….she
somehow found out about tonight and arranged….THIS…." More fake tears.
"What did you do, Terri…tap our phone lines when we called the e****t
service? Where’s Lisa, the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying
dead in a ditch somewhere? Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE I
AM!!!!" And she came at Terri again, getting a handful of the humiliated
girl’s blonde hair, shaking her around until she was pulled back by Steven
and a few of the other guys. What really hurt most of all were the words
spoken by Steven.
"C’mon, Carrie. She’s not worth it."
As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY MAN."
Then, to Steven’s friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys. Have fun."
They did.
Chapter 15
Tears rolled down Terri’s face as she sat in the back of the unmarked police
car. She was alone–the officer who had busted her, and his partner, were
outside the car speaking with a gang of teenagers. She watched as the two
cops spoke to the group of k**s, even as a fresh stream of obscene graffiti
dried on the wall behind them.
It had begun as an average night for Terri. Carrie had come over to
Danielle’s place, and the two of them had sat down to contemplate new ways
to humiliate the blonde slut, all the while passing Terri back and forth to
each other under the table.
The two friends had made small talk. Danielle bragged about the deal she’d
closed today, and how instrumental Terri’s tits and ass had been in making
the sale. Then she asked Carrie about Steven, Terri’s ex-husband (and the
young redhead’s present husband, by virtue of having stolen him from Terri.)
Carrie had gone on and on about how wonderful life was with Steven, taking
care to explicitly describe their sex life, and making sure to thank
Danielle over and over for having "introduced" her to Steven. All the
while, Terri had sobbed miserably, her tears falling on the thighs of
whichever woman she was serving at the moment, as her tormentors recounted
the times they’d come into Terri and Steven’s home, and fucked him in his
sl**p while she was made to watch.
"Well..Steven’s a great guy. It’s terrific to see that he finally got
himself a real woman," Danielle had said. This was met by a little snort of
disgust from under the table, which Danielle had immediately pounced on.
"Is there a problem down there, Terri." She spoke very distinctly, leaning
under the table and cruelly twisting the slave’s nipple.
"YEOWWWWW! No, ma’am."
"That’s good to hear. Carrie just made love to her husband, and she’s been
gracious enough to come over here and allow you to lick his cum out of her.
I’d hope you’d be grateful."
"Y-yes, ma’am."
"All the same, I think this needs to be punished."
Finally they had come up with a task for Terri. She’d been made to dress up
in one of her sluttiest outfits, a black leather mini plus a red tube top
which barely contained her fake 36-DDD boobs. Then she’d been painted up
with rouge and bright red lipstick. No eye makeup–the blonde was still
prone to launching into crying jags in the middle of whatever humiliating
treatment she was being subject to. "You need to stop pretending you don’t
like being a whore," Danielle had taunted her cruelly on several occasions.
After dressing her, the two women had driven to the east end of town, a very
shabby neighborhood which was well known for d**gs, prostitution and other
assorted crime. Here, Terri had been pushed out of the car, and told to
"not come back until you earn $600!" She’d been frightened beyond belief.
Danielle had pimped Terri before–in fact, she had made quite a racket out
of it, and the buxom blonde typically spent four nights a week fucking and
sucking the clientele which her boss sent her to. But up until now, she’d
been used as a call-girl, and not as a streetwalker.
She’d reluctantly solicited three men for blowjobs–the men were all so
scuzzy that Terri hadn’t had the stomach to offer anything else. Then,
finally, a decent looking guy had come along. Terri had named her price of
$300.
"What do I get for $300?" the guy had asked.
Terri had named off every sex act she could think of, and before she knew it
the man, a plainclothes police officer, had had her in handcuffs. She had
been arrested for solicitation.
Looking up, she saw that the boys were all being shooed away by the two
policemen, with the exception of one, who was being e****ted over to the
police car. As Terri watched, the k** emptied his pockets onto the hood of
the car, then was patted down in a search which produced a switchblade knife
and a small, clear pouch filled with some form of d**g. Terri listened as
the policeman explained to the young man what his rights were, just as he
had done for Terri herself a short eternity ago, ignoring Terri’s desperate,
slutty offers to "settle this some other way".
The door opened. "Go on, you know the way, Juan," one of the officers
directed the young man into the back of the squad car. Terri
surreptitiously scooted her ass to the far side of the car.
"Yo, puerco, at least you got me some companionship this time. It’s almost
worth it–"
"Shut up and get in, Juan," the officer ordered, grabbing the top of Juan’s
head and shoving him into the car. He landed right in Terri’s lap, and
stayed there until she scooted away. Then, Juan stared at the blonde’s
impressive cleavage while making obscene gestures with his tongue.
"Yo, man, I take back everything I said about you puercos! I need to get
arrested by you guys more often!!!" the young man patted Terri’s thigh.
"HEY!" Terri yelled. "He’s….touching me! Get him away from me!"
"A whore that doesn’t want to be touched," the police officer remarked.
"That’s a new one."
"Actually," said the second officer, "they make a cute couple, dontcha
think?"
"Yeah," his partner scowled, "and they’ll probably both be out of jail and
back on the streets in time for her to give him a 1 a.m. special."
"I am NOT A WHORE!!!!" Terri protested again.
Along the way to the station, the cops stopped for donuts, leaving a
terrified Terri in the police cruiser with Juan, who immediately began
fondling her tits.
"STOP IT!!!" Terri pushed his hands away, but he was very persistent.
"Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly, no?" Despite Terri’s best efforts to
resist, Juan managed to pop one of her huge breasts out of her tupe top,
taking Terri’s hand at the same time and guiding it down to his stiffening
cock. She pulled away, turning her body toward the door of the cruiser and
away from Juan.
"Hey, what the fuck? You gonna get me all excited then turn away? FUCK
NO!" Juan grabbed Terri by the shoulders and tried to turn her back around.
"I’m….I didn’t do anything to get you excited! I just want you to LEAVE
ME ALONE!!"
The gang member groped at Terri’s bosom again; this time she turned around
and slapped him full across the face. Juan looked stunned for a second,
then with surprising speed punched the blonde in the stomach.
"You’re gonna be sorry you hit me, bitch!" Juan stated defiantly, still a
bit humilated at having been slapped, as Terri gagged and gasped for breath.
He pulled his pants down, freeing his stiff rod from its confinement.
"See how excited you got me? Come here…" Juan grabbed a handful of
Terri’s blonde hair and dragged her down toward his hard cock. She turned
her head away, and he pulled her head around by her hair and slapped her.
Terri knew that she could probably hold her own in a fight with this guy.
But she knew that if the cops came back out to the car and found the two of
them fighting, there’d be more reports, more charges….more trouble. Not
only that…but Danielle would undoubtedly find out about the fight, and the
circumstances leading up to it. Danielle, with her mandate that Terri was
absolutely, under no circumstances, permitted to refuse sexual favors to
anyone, ever…
As Terri parted her lips and let this stranger slip his prick into her
mouth, she bitterly acknowledged that Danielle had succeeded in tormenting
and r****g her in yet another way. Beaten, she closed her eyes and let Juan
fuck her mouth. She tried to lift her head up several times to see if the
cops were coming back, or to speak–they’d be back any minute! but Juan
wouldn’t allow it.
"Keep going till you get me off, bitch!" Juan insisted. Terri knew that she
would be in even deeper trouble if the cops came back and found her giving
head to her fellow prisoner. So she stopped resisting and let him furiously
fuck her mouth, adding as much tongue action as possible and moaning loudly
through her mouthful of man-meat. By the time his seed spewed into her
mouth and down her throat, she was, ashamedly, rather wet. But, having
gotten his rocks off, Juan was already pulling up his pants disinterestedly
and moving away from Terri.
The two policemen returned at that point, and Terri embarrassedly fumbled to
get her tube top back on as they climbed in, but they were too devoted to
their first love–donuts–to pay any attention to the massive display of
tit-flesh in the back seat.
——————————-
"In here," the female officer ordered, opening the door of the holding cell.
About a dozen other women were in the cell, mostly prostitutes.
Reluctantly, Terri entered. Choosing a bench along the wall, she sat down.
"Hey, that’s my seat," a voice growled. It belonged to a tall brunette
amazon, who appeared to be half black, half hispanic. She also appeared to
be "in charge" of the cell, as everyone pointedly looked the other way.
"Sorry," Terri mumbled. Getting up, she moved to the far corner of the cell
and sat down on another bench.
"That’s my seat too," the amazon warned. Terri stood against the wall
instead. "That’s my wall," she was inevitably told. "And it doesn’t need
your silicone ass to hold it up."
"Well, then where am I supposed–"
Terri was cut off abruptly, as the amazon crossed the distance with
surprising speed, delivering a resounding SMACK across the blonde’s face.
Then she picked Terri up by the neck with one hand and slammed her into the
wall.
"YOU are not ‘supposed’ to do ANYTHING unless I TELL you to! This is MY
home! Do people come into YOUR home and do as they please?"
Terri thought about her current living arrangement with Danielle, and
couldn’t help herself. She laughed, a bitter ironic laugh.
"MY HOUSE…MY RULES!!!!" Amazon bellowed, releasing Terri, who fell to the
floor and collapsed. "HEY!!!!! You’re STILL in my SEAT!!!! April, get her
up." The girl to whom she spoke now, April, was a skinny, plain-faced
brunette who’d been standing on the other end of the cell the whole time,
and was a 17-year old runaway turned streetwalker. Like Amazon, she was
clad in blue County Jail coveralls, and had obviously been here for awhile.
Judging by the way she now hurried to obey, crouching down and huddling next
to Terri, she had obviously been shown who was in charge in this jail cell,
just as the cell’s newest occupant was now being shown.
"Get up. Hey. Come on. Up." In a whisper, she added, "You have to." So
with April’s help, Terri shakily got up, clinging to the younger girl for
support.
"GET your hands off her," Amazon demanded now. "First you help yourself to
my seat, now you think you can help yourself to my BITCH?" Clumsily,
feeling very dizzy all of a sudden, Terri let go of April. She stood
momentarily, then felt the floor begin to spin and grabbed the other girl
again on her way down, succeeding in dumping the two of them onto the hard
stone floor.
"What the FUCK are you doing to my BITCH??"
"S-s-sorry…." Terri stammered.
"SORRY my ASS!!! You had better apologize NOW!"
Terri mumbled an apology to April.
"What kind of weak ass apology is THAT?" Amazon thundered incredulously. To
April, "Are you going to accept that weak ass apology?" April, already
dutifully unbuttoning her prison coveralls, shook her head NO. Terri was
still on her hands and knees when the teen runaway shed her outfit. As
April lay on her back and spread her legs for Terri, she gasped as her back
made contact with the very cold floor.
Terri knelt before April and slowly lowered her head into the younger girl’s
crotch, pulling her panties to the side and gingerly licking her clit.
April rolled her head from side to side and moaned as the blonde bimbo’s
tongue quickly found its mark. Up and down April’s slit Terri licked,
sending electric shivers through the little convict’s petite body. At the
corner of her senses, Terri also felt her own skirt being lifted, followed
by the amazon’s probing fingers in her ass. Determined to block her
tormenter out, she continued eating April out, as she’d done for dozens of
other women throughout the tenure of her ownership by Danielle.
April concentrated on the sensations being caused by Terri’s tongue. She
knew what was in store for the newcomer, and desperately wanted the blonde’s
tongue to get her off before it began. By alternately shifting her ass
around and pulling Terri by the hair to guide her, April was able to direct
her cuntlicker to all the right spots and was rewarded by a delicious
orgasm.
Then Amazon shifted her position slightly behind Terri. Knowing what was
next, April grabbed Terri’s blonde head and f***ed the girl’s head into her
crotch, smothering Terri’s screams as the amazon sank her entire fist into
the slut’s ass…
Chapter 16
"Are you guys having a good time?" Danielle inquired, looking up from her
book.
The two guys grinned. "Yes…" the first guy, Daniel from Accounting,
sighed. Of course, this wasn’t the first of Danielle’s "events" which
Daniel had attended.
"Yeah…it was a great idea to have a company beach party…" agreed his pal
from the sales department. All the while, neither man took his eyes off of
the volleyball game which was in progress just a few feet away.
The sight was almost comical. On one team, there were ten players. On the
other side of the net stood Terri, the company slut, alone.
As they watched, Terri desperately raced to save a ball which had gone at
least ten feet over her head. As she ran, one of her gargantuan silicone
boobs popped out of her bikini for the tenth time. She dove for the ball,
but missed it entirely.
In embarrassment, the blonde stuffed her breast back into the too-small
bikini top, although she knew that it was no use. With her breast
enhancement, Terri was a 36-triple D. The string bikini top she was
wearing, was one of Danielle’s old ones–a 34-B. (Before the company party,
Terri had begged Danielle for the "privilege" of wearing the swimsuit.)
The young office slut realized that her fate was inevitable. Danielle had
made the rules for the volleyball game quite clear. The first team to 15
points would be the winner. The loser would have to service the winners
(Danielle had strongly emphasized the plural here, as Terri had stood there
falling out of her swimsuit, fake bimbo smile painted on her face as usual).
There were no "out of bounds" lines on Terri’s side of the net. In other
words, the postgame agenda would consist of Terri being used and abused by
ten men. And they were well on the way to this goal…the men led by a 7-1
score.
FOOF!!!! Terri’s wallowing in self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the
volleyball smacking into her face…another point against Terri.
"Ummmm…sorry…." The apology came from the guy who had hit the ball to
her. Mark, she believed his name was. A new guy at the company, who
obviously hadn’t yet been taught that Terri the company whore existed solely
for the pleasure of others, and that there was no need to meekly apologize
for humiliating the hell out of her. Even now, as Terri watched bitterly,
several of Mark’s more seasoned co-workers were pointing these facts to him.
As she bent over to retrieve the ball (taking care to bend at the waist,
always at the waist, in accordance with Danielle’s "rules") her boob again
popped out of her top. Without bothering to put it back in, she scooped up
the ball and sent it back over the net….where it struck Mark on the head.
Mark didn’t even notice–he was busy staring at Terri’s chest. This was
unbelievable! he thought to himself. At my last company, some guy got fired
just for looking at a female secretary for too long…but…this is
UNREAL!!!!
On the other side of the net, Terri was thinking to herself as well.
Getting set for the next volley, she deliberately didn’t tuck her breast
back into her bikini. And when the ball came over the net, she hit it back
in Mark’s direction. Again, she caught him in the middle of a daydream and
the ball ricocheted harmlessly off his shoulder.
Terri’s turn to serve…still she left herself exposed. She surveyed the
other team, searching for an opponent who was busy drooling over her tit
meat instead of concentrating on the game. This wasn’t hard to find, as
practically the entire guys’ team couldn’t tear their eyes off Terri’s
triple D chest. And the young blonde slut took advantage, easily scoring a
point.
Terri scored five consecutive points, and was even foolishly beginning to
hope that she might manage to avoid a gang-****, before Danielle realized
what was going on. She stood.
"Terri…come here," she demanded sternly.
Trembling, Terri walked over to Danielle, who swept her gaze over the blonde
pet’s chest.
"Terri, Terri, Terri. There’s just no depth to which you won’t sink, is
there? Look at how you’ll use your body to get what you want. No different
from a two-bit whore."
Terri kept silent.
"I, personally, don’t think it’s fair. Showing off those beauties just to
distract the other team." Danielle was practically bubbling with mirth.
This was a very bad sign for Terri. "I don’t think it’s very fair…do
you?"
Terri honestly didn’t think it was any less fair than ten against one. But
she simply shook her head.
Danielle was grinning wickedly. "Well…then we need to do something to
even up the odds, don’t we?? We wouldn’t want Terri to have an unfair
advantage, now would we?" In Daniellespeak, this translated to Terri as "we
need to do something to make this astronomically unfair and hopeless for our
dumb blonde bimbo, don’t we?" and "We wouldn’t want Terri to have even a
slim chance of avoiding being abused and humiliated, would we?"
Then Danielle told Terri what was expected of her. Resigned to her fate,
eyes downcast, boobs hanging out of her bikini top (Danielle had graciously
pulled the other one out), Terri picked up the ball with one hand.
Per Danielle’s instructions, she slipped her other hand beneath the fabric
of her swimsuit and began playing with her cunt.
Terri’s serve bounced harmlessly into the net. With it, a golden
opportunity was wasted, as all ten of her opponents were focused upon the
scantily clad, bare breasted blonde frigging herself.
"Faster," Danielle whispered from behind her. Terri methodically finger
fucked herself as all the players watched.
Finally one of the guys managed to put his tongue back in his mouth long
enough to serve the volleyball. Terri tried to backpedal to meet the ball,
but it was just too awkward, given what she was doing with her other hand.
She stumbled, managing only to deflect the ball backward, thus giving up a
point.
"Faster….harder!" Danielle insisted from somewhere behind her. The
hapless blonde increased her tempo accordingly. The other team had
collected the ball and now served it to Terri, who flailed desperately at
it. She missed badly….
"Make yourself cum…" Her boss’ instructions left no margin for doubt.
And Terri knew from past experience that Danielle would accept no
imitations. She began rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her thumb,
while two fingers slid in and out of her cunt. Eager to follow Danielle’s
instructions, she concentrated on blocking out everything and everyone
around her. Furiously she fingered herself. The volleyball game was
completely forgotten as the men watched the blonde masturbating.
It was difficult to get aroused in the midst of such a degrading,
humiliating situation, but Terri had become an expert at doing just that.
Her fingers were able to find and stimulate just the right spots.
"Mmmmmmmm…" the blonde sighed as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhhhhhh…"
She threw her head back as she peaked. "OhhhhhhhhGAWWWWWWD….
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… MMMMMMFF!" Terri was abruptly cut off in mid-scream by a
7" cock being jammed into her open mouth. Then she felt hands all over her
body….on her breasts, on her legs, fingering her pussy. The strong hands
picked her up and laid her down on the sand… then the long procession of
hard cocks began taking turns with her mouth, pussy and ass… tears of
shame pouring down her face as she orgasmed again and again.
Chapter 17
"Is your presentation ready this time, Terri?" Danielle asked. The young
brunette executive was seated at the conference room table along with
Jeanie, Daniel, Carrie, Scott, Angela and numerous other company employees.
"Y-yes…your….your….s-spokes-slut is r-ready, ma’am…." Terri
stammered uncomfortably. Danielle congratulated herself again on her clever
invention of the term "spokes-slut".
"Good. I just wanted to be sure that you didn’t come here unprepared, and
waste our time like you did yesterday." Danielle emphasized that last word,
not wanting her blonde toy to forget.
It had been a simple assignment, really, Danielle thought to herself.
Analyze one of the company’s key resources, and identify ways in which it
could be utilized more efficiently. The kind of assignment which would
normally be handled easily by an intern, with a few days or so of research.
And, considering that Terri’s body was the resource in question….well, no
research should have even been necessary!
The girl had not even bothered to prepare a presentation of any kind. No
visual aids…no props…nothing. Just a simple sentence: "I can b-be more
efficient….b-b-by…b-by…l-letting….more p-people f-f-fuck me…."
To which everyone present had roared with laughter. "Terri," Danielle had
asked, wiping her eyes, "are you under the impression that everyone here
fucks you because you LET them?" That had set everyone off into more gales
of laughter. "They fuck you because *I* let them!" The blonde had burst
into tears and stared at her shoes. "Now….I can see you didn’t put any
time or energy into this assignment. I’m going to explain to you again what
I expect."
And so Danielle had carefully explained it again to the hapless blonde, as
Scott had reamed her unlubricated asshole in the middle of the conference
table. (Scott’s wife Angela had added to Terri’s suffering by whipping her
back with a belt.)
Terri had then repeated the objectives back to her boss–between incoherent
screams and shrieks of agony. Carrie had volunteered for next dibs on the
abused blonde’s ass, this time with a strap-on dildo. It wouldn’t have been
so bad, except that Danielle had first covered the dildo with Ben-Gay.
Terri had felt like her asshole was on fire.
Now, the blonde beauty stood alone at the front of the conference room, all
eyes upon her. Only the podium partially concealed her. Because of her
failure yesterday, her privilege of making the presentation in clothes had
been revoked. She now was clad only in a pink demi bra (about three sizes
too small for her 36-DDD melons), a matching pink thong and a pair of black
6" pumps.
Danielle nodded. "Begin, Terri…."
"Ummmm…." Terri tried to begin.
Her boss held up a hand. "Hold up a minute, Terri." Getting up, she walked
over to her slave and moved the podium out of the way. After all, it just
wouldn’t do to have the presentation’s main prop hidden! "Now. Do go on."
"Ummmm…." was all the red-faced, humiliated blonde could say.
"Dear, would it help if we made you get undressed the rest of the way?"
That got Terri going a little. "A-as….as, um….as the c-company…the
company….s-s-slut….umm….." She took a deep breath, knowing that the
only way to get through this was….well, to get through it. "As the
c-company slut…I….s-sh-should….." She was breaking down. "I n-need
to…. as…. as….." Now she broke down completely, bursting into giant
sobs. "Ohhhhh PLEEEEEEEASE…. Danielle…. PLEASE!!!!!!!!"
Unabated, the wicked brunette ordered, "Continue, Terri. Or have you again
forgotten the presentation fundamentals we talked about yesterday?" Again,
Terri’s cruel rival emphasized the word "yesterday".
Collecting herself a little bit–just tell yourself it’s a normal
presentation, and you’re talking about improving some inanimate piece of
machinery–Terri continued. "M-my JOB…is to service…the men…and
women…"
Danielle interrupted. "I have a question for our spokes-slut."
"Y-yes, Danielle….ma’am….?"
"First of all, take off your top."
Terri silently pleaded. She looked at everyone seated in the conference
room, searching for mercy. She found none. So she slowly reached behind
her back with trembling hands to undo the clasps of her bra. Her eyes met
Danielle’s, imploring the wicked brunette to put a stop to this.
"Oh Christ, Terri….it’s not like all of us haven’t seen everything you’ve
got, hundreds of separate times. DO IT!" she demanded.
Terri’s hands fumbled some more, then the lacy bra finally fell to the
floor. All eyes were now on the blonde’s huge, bare tits.
"Play with them, Terri. Pick them up and lift them to your mouth….now
lick your nipples….tease them with your tongue…."
Terri obeyed, hefting her ample jugs up as her tongue darted out to flick at
her nipples.
"Now, where were we?" Danielle was getting wet from watching the other
woman’s humiliation. "Oh…yes. My question. Terri, how many men can you
take on at once?"
Not looking up from her tit licking, Terri answered, "S-s-six."
"Elaborate."
"One in my mouth….one b-b-between my tits…"
Danielle put her hand up, interrupting again. This time to demand that
Terri use the proper adjectives to describe her body.
Focusing on the telephone on the conference table, Terri began again. "I
can take one….i-in my slut mouth…."
"’One’ what?" Danielle demanded.
"One c-cock in my slut mouth…."
"I can’t hear you," persisted Danielle. "And *look* at your audience,
Terri."
"One in my…ummmm…. one cock in my s-slut mouth…. one between my…. my
big firm fake b-boobs…. one i-in my wet… pussy…" Terri paused and
tried to hold back the sobs. "One… getting j-j-jerked off…. in e-each
h-h-hand…" Terri closed her eyes, as she came to the part which always
humiliated her most. "A-and…one in t-this wh-wh-whores a-ass."
Danielle was loving it. She got up and stood next to the sobbing,
humiliated blonde. "Yes, you’re quite efficient with multiple partners."
There was a murmur of general agreement from around the table. "But let’s
concentrate on ways to improve." Pausing, she continued. "Those of you
with cups, glasses or paperwork on the table, please remove them now. We
will need lots of room for the visual aids" Danielle emphasized these two
words, practically hissing them at the blonde, "during this next part of the
presentation." Terri, who had quieted down considerably, broke into fresh
sobs until Danielle reached over and slapped her.
Terri was directed to the conference room table. Hesitantly she climbed
onto the table, "assuming the position" on her hands and knees.
Going to her briefcase, Danielle removed two dildos. Presenting them to the
blonde slut, she ordered, "put them in."
Terri obediently pulled the material of her thong aside, slipping one dildo
into her cunt and the other into her ass. Danielle then brought out two
more dildos.
"Put these in as well."
Terri looked shocked. "H-how?"
"Put them in right next to the others. DO IT."
Terri knew that pleading was useless. So she took one of the dildos and
began working it into her cunt, alongside the one which was already buried
to the hilt inside her. She winced as her cunt stretched to accommodate the
second toy. Terri managed to take it in without too much excruciating pain,
but she saw where this was headed. As Danielle gestured toward the other
dildo, Terri again begged for mercy…and got none.
"Put it in, Terri."
Terri tried, but the other toy was too tight a fit in her ass. She sighed
with relief… even Danielle, after all, couldn’t make her do the
impossible! Terri looked at her boss for further instructions.
"What are you looking at me for?" Danielle asked haughtily. "Get that toy
in your ass."
"But…but…Danielle, there’s no way it will f-"
Danielle whispered, "Would you like to have it done for you?"
"Ma’am…please it WON’T FIT!!! There’s no way…"
Danielle ignored the pleading slut, and appealed to Carrie instead. "Would
you care to assist me?"
"Mmmmmm LOVE to…" the redhead responded, taking the dildo from Terri’s
hand. Danielle, meanwhile, shoved the secretary down onto the table and
roughly extracted the other dildo from Terri’s ass.
"Now…together…" Danielle indicated to Carrie. They placed the tips of
the toys at the entrance to Terri’s ass, both applying pressure at the same
time until the tip of each dildo was penetrating the office girl. "Good….
now, don’t let up, or it will pop out…" Terri’s muscles were
involuntarily tightening, trying to expel these twin invaders. "Now… with
me… push…."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Terri shrieked as each fake cock sank into her ass,
past the tips, and buried a good three inches deep… "OHHHHHHHHH ohhhhhhhh
please GET THEM OUT PLEASE…" The blonde was thrashing about on the
conference table, trying to dislodge the toys despite the punishment which
she knew would occur if she did so. Her face was bathed with sweat.
"OK, dear," Danielle ignored Terri’s pleas and addressed Carrie instead.
"Now… get both hands on it…" She showed the pretty redhead how to
firmly grasp the dildo… "So, how’s your husband?" As she asked the
question, Danielle eyed Terri, taking delight in her shame and hurt.
"He’s doing great. We’re *very* happy together!"
"I’m not surprised, with a nice cock like Steven has…" Danielle mused.
"Yeah," sighed Carrie. "He fucked me with it for FOUR HOURS straight last
night!" Their entire conversation, of course, was for Terri’s benefit as
they taunted her about the husband they’d taken away from her.
"My goodness. Amazing what kind of effect a *real woman* can have on a
guy!" Danielle turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "Now, we
take turns. You push yours in…"
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Terri moaned as the toy buried itself deep in her
bowels.
"Good. Now…my turn to push… you bring yours out…but not all the way
out!!!" As Carrie’s dildo eased out of Terri’s ass, Danielle pushed hers
in. "Someone hold her hands please…" Deliriously, the secretary’s hands
were reaching back, trying to grab the toys and pull them out as she
shrieked incoherently. "Now, you again… that’s it…"
In synchronization, the girls took turns burying their dildos in Terri’s
ass.
"Mmmmm VERY nice…" Carrie sighed.
"Just like the pistons in an automobile engine…" Danielle agreed. "But
now, that this slut’s ass is loosened up… it’s time to go all the way!"
She brought her dildo out to match Carrie’s…about three inches deep in
Terri’s ass. "On ‘three’….ONE…."
"Danielle…PLEASE…" Terri whimpered. "Can’t take it… it’ll tear me
apart…"
"TWO…"
"OhgodPLEASE… Danielle I’m sorry for everything I’ve EVER done to you…
PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE DON’T…."
Danielle paused. It had been a while since the slut had acknowledged all
the wrong she’d ever done to Danielle. Which was, after all, the entire
reason why the young executive had made it her mission to destroy Terri’s
life.
She shrugged. "THREE!!!!" Carrie and Danielle both pushed with all their
might.
"OH GOD AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH…." Terri thrashed helplessly as several of
the men held her firmly in place. "OH PLEASE UHHHHH OUT PLEASE GET THEM
OUT….."
"Hold her legs," Danielle ordered a few more of the men.
She gestured to Terri. Face-down on the conference room table, the girl was
bathed in sweat. "As you can see," Danielle grasped the twin dildos which
protruded obscenely from the blonde’s ass, "it’s possible to maximize the
efficiency of our slut. However, most of you men are probably a bit
squeamish about putting your cocks into a hole next to another cock…"
Terri actually appeared relieved. "But, it’s still fun to see what our slut
is capable of…"
Danielle pulled the fake cocks out of Terri, one by one, and set them in
front of the office girl. As her hands were released, she didn’t even need
to be told to take them in her mouth and begin cleaning them off.
She did, however, need to be reminded to make eye contact with her audience
as she did so. Danielle made a mental note to schedule more of these events
for Terri, to help the girl with her presentation skills….
INTER OFFICE MEMO
OFFICE MEMO
From: Manager of Operations
To: All employees
Copies to: Human Resources, Mailroom, Legal, Archives
Subject: TERRI THE COMPANY SLUT
Following are the job description and employee guidelines for Terri, my
lovely blonde assistant.
1. MISSION. Terri is a slut. Her sole purpose within our organization
is to fuck, suck and lick. As employees, one of your fringe benefits is
the use and abuse of Terri, with the following conditions:
(a) That Terri is not directly working on something for me, i.e.
licking my wet bisexual cunt; selling her sweet ass in a hotel room of my
choice; handling official company business (Terri’s carnal talents are
frequently offered to prospective clients as added incentive to close a
deal); or otherwise making a complete degraded slut out of herself for my
enjoyment.
(b) You must not permanently scar, disfigure, or otherwise damage our
slut. In the case of accidental damage, report this to me at once.
Despite what sweet little Terri may try to tell you, a larger than average
cock reaming her tight ass, though agonizing, is NOT considered to be
permanently damaging.
(c) Use of Terri by more than four people at any one time requires
special approval from my office.
(d) Public humiliation of Terri, while welcome and encouraged, must be
carefully planned and coordinated. Common sense applies, i.e. putting a
collar and leash on dear Terri and making her walk around the office on
hands and knees would be a good idea; however doing the same at the local
shopping mall probably would not be advisable (though it would be fun to
see!)
Terri is required to upkeep herself physically. She is required to work
out at a local fitness center. Her workout regimen includes high-impact
aerobics, marathon cocksucking, treadmill, getting gang-banged,
stairmaster, pussy eating, swimming, high-energy masturbation, jogging, and
exercising of her vaginal and sphincter muscles. Her workouts are to be
followed with a "protein shake". Terri also is mandated to attend a
tanning salon, where she keeps her entire body a beautiful golden tan, in
accordance with the impromptu survey which was taken a few months ago "Ways
our Company Slut Can Improve Morale" (unfortunately "cloning", a rather
popular written-in response, is not feasible at this time.) During her time
in the tanning booth, our big-titted bimbo is required to work out her cunt
and ass with her collection of dildos and toys.
Whenever her mouth is not busy sucking on a hard prick or buried in a
sweet, juicy cunt, Terri should be chewing at least two pieces of bubble
gum. The purpose of this is twofold. First, it helps to enhance the
stereotype of Terri as a typical blonde,airheaded, big-titted dumb office
bimbo. Second, it serves to keep her jaws loose and worked out. After
all, there is no telling what Terri’s sweet mouth might be called upon to
accommodate and service, from one moment to the next, as employees of this
company can certainly attest to!
Terri also needs assistance in keeping and maintaining her smooth, sexy
complexion. Her secret is lots of jism, which she rubs all over her face,
neck, breasts, belly, bikini, thighs and legs. As her coworkers, it is
your responsibility to assist her with this requirement whenever possible.
In addition to upkeeping physically, our community fuck-hole must keep
herself mentally able to perform her duties. She is required to spend her
free time watching X-rated films, reading adult magazines, and studying
adult pictures and stories on the internet so that she can constantly have
fresh ideas on how to best carry out her duties here and to provide top
notch service to us. She is also required to regularly review our growing
library of videotapes of her past performances, so that she can identify
areas of potential improvement. Finally, the Kama Sutra should be
considered by our slut to be her bible, and she should know it from cover
to cover. Employees are urged to quiz this shameless vixen regularly,
rewarding her with a creamy mouthful of sperm for a correct answer, and
punishing her by making her go braless, her huge boobs flopping around
unrestrained in her dress or blouse, for an incorrect response.
2. GENERAL USE. As your slut, Terri should never refuse to perform any
action, provided it does not meet one of the conditions described above in
section 1a through 1d. ANY REFUSAL BY TERRI TO PERFORM HER DUTIES SHOULD
BE REPORTED TO ME IMMEDIATELY.
I would also welcome any input and assistance as regards to punishment,
for the purpose of correcting such problems.
Terri is available for use, subject to the same conditions set forth in
this document, during off-hours, weekends, and holidays. With the
exception of spontaneous rolls in the hay with this shapely piece of ass,
please try to reserve Terri’s after-hours services at least 72 hours in
advance whenever possible. A calendar is maintained in my office for this
express purpose. Please keep in mind that Terri moonlights as a call girl
four times a week, and is off-limits during these times, which are
indicated on the calendar. An exception would be if you wish to purchase
this sexpot’s professional services during this time. (In which case you
would be a complete moron, since Terri’s services are otherwise completely
free, as an employee benefit. But, hey, everyone with the exception of
Terri is free to choose what makes them happy!!)
Terri can be used to further the company’s interests as well. Account
managers seeking to add new clientele to our company might want to consider
using this delectable saucy blonde as a deal-closer. An afternoon or
evening of fucking the daylights out of this petite bombshell can quickly
put the cap on an otherwise frustrating, dead-ended negotiation. Simply
contact my office if you require these services, with as much of an advance
notice as possible, and Terri can then be properly prepared to use her
heavenly body to ensure a winning outcome for all involved.
Married employees who feel guilty about boning this cum-craving little
treat can feel free to leave their wedding bands and jewelry at my office,
where they will be secured in my safe. After filling our slut’s mouth,
twat or asshole with your jism, please remember to retrieve them
IMMEDIATELY after she finishes cleaning you off with her mouth and tongue.
I cannot be held responsible for you getting home for dinner and then
suddenly realizing that your wedding ring is still in my office. Of
course, Terri could be subject to disciplinary action for failing to remind
you.
Eating Terri’s cunt is not allowed. Besides the fact that one of your
coworkers might have just filled her snatch with a load of sperm, Terri’s
purpose is to provide pleasure, not to receive it. Employees should take
steps to ensure that Terri herself does not derive pleasure from anything
which gets done to her.
3. PROTEIN. For increased company morale, as well as ensuring that our
slut is meeting the FDA’s Recommended Daily Allowances, the ‘protein rule’
has been established. Terri the company whore is required to give two
blowjobs a day to employees of the company. These should be completely
voluntary acts on this bimbo’s part, and slut acts by Terri in compliance
with sections 1 and 2 above do not count toward this obligation. Our
cock-slut should swallow every drop of this precious jism. If she fails to
do so, she should be made to suck you off again as soon as she can get you
hard again.
4. DRESS CODE. In simple terms, Terri is required at all times to
dress like the cheap whore that she is. This includes non-working hours.
Lacy underthings should be worn by our slut at all times, unless she has
been directed to go braless or pantyless. Such direction will usually
occur as punishment, or to facilitate quick, unhindered access to her
steamy cunt or tight ass. Suggested garments include demi bras, corsets
and crotchless thong panties.
Dresses should be tight and revealing, and Terri’s delectable
36-triple-D cleavage should be plainly visible and in danger of falling out
when she bends over (whether this be to serve coffee, for a request to
present her ass for pinching or spanking, or to get fucked from behind).
Similarly, skirts and dress hemlines should be short enough to ensure that
Terri’s lovely tanned ass cheeks are revealed when our little whore bends
over to retrieve dropped items. It is considered acceptable to
purposefully drop office supplies and order Terri to retrieve them, to
ensure that she is in keeping with the dress code. In fact, it is our duty
as Terri’s coworkers. If this delicious treat’s revealing attire invokes a
physical response, it is acceptable to ask her to get on her knees and
satisfy your needs for you.
Garters and hose, when worn, should be slutty in appearance. Runs in
pantyhose are unacceptable and may result in loss of undergarment
privileges or other punishment.
Footwear should also be slutty in nature. High heels should be a
minimum of 4 inches. Leather boots and platform shoes are typically
considered to be acceptable. A good rule of thumb is to ask yourself if
Terri’s footwear would look good thrown over your shoulders while your
stiff rod is being buried deep inside her cunt. Another practical test is
to have Terri kneel under your desk clad only in her footwear while orally
servicing you, and note whether or not her shoes make her look sexier.
Makeup should be applied heavily. Lipstick should be reapplied by our
little blonde whore after sucking cock/eating pussy. (Special caution
should be exercised by married male employees; you are strongly urged to
have Terri thoroughly clean your cock after using her mouth. The company
will not be liable for your room and board, legal fees, or any other
expenses incurred when your spouse notices traces of our dumb blonde office
bimbo’s lipstick in your underwear.) Eye makeup should also be applied
generously by our walking cum depository, and should be reapplied as
necessary (for instance, when Terri is in the midst of a completely
degrading, demeaning task, she will often be humiliated to tears, thus
causing her eye makeup to run.) Our slut’s fake nails should always be
freshly painted. Again, sluttiness is the rule here.
Perfume is not worn by the company fuck-machine, because of the obvious
domestic problems this could cause for the married personnel who make use
of her at the office. I realize that the faint odor of jism constantly
surrounds Terri, but when someone makes her living by having cum splattered
on her face, hair, mouth, breasts, stomach, cunt, ass, and back, this
unfortunately cannot be helped.
Jewelry, like everything else on Terri’s delectable body, should serve
to make her look like the shameless tramp whom we all know her to be. Male
employees who are feeling grateful and charitable, should feel free to
express this to Terri, by treating her to a "pearl necklace".
As with any corporate dress code, it is the cooperation and good
judgment of the employees which make it work. Take it upon yourselves to
constantly inspect Terri’s manner of dress. Feel free to take her into a
supply closet and have her show off her underthings, so that you can
determine whether or not she is complying with this code. If you feel that
Terri’s manner of dress is not cheap or slutty enough, again, initiative is
the rule. It is completely acceptable to drag Terri to the mall during
lunch hour, and to choose more appropriate attire from Victoria’s or
Frederick’s for her to put on her husband’s charge card. If you have to go
to this length of trouble, ensure that our wayward bimbo thanks you
profusely at a no-tell motel of your choice (Terri should know the location
of several), which should also be charged on her old man’s credit card.
Note: common professionalism applies–if you are going to be gone for more
than an hour and a half sampling Terri’s delights, please clear this with
your supervisor or manager, in accordance with your department’s policy on
time off. You might want to employ a bit of teamwork–have a coworker
cover for you while you are gone, then do the same for him when it is his
turn to boff the sweet piece of flesh.
5. SAFETY AND PREVENTING INJURY. Many of the job safety considerations
in your own Employee Handbooks do not apply to Terri, since her sole
purpose within our organization is to serve as a fucktoy for our employees,
employees’ families, and clientele.
Current safety guidelines dictate that when stooping to pick something
up, we should bend at the knees as opposed to bending over at the
midsection and risking back injury. This does not apply to Terri. One
look at our shapely blonde slut’s deliciously round, firm asscheeks will
make the reasoning for this readily apparent. For morale purposes,
anything which goes in filing cabinets in our office will go in the BOTTOM
DRAWERS ONLY. Everything which goes in these drawers should be put there
by Terri, maintained and upkept by Terri, and retrieved from there by
Terri. She should bend over in a manner designed to give everyone watching
a clear, awesome view of her tight little ass, and her panties (if she has
been allowed to wear them for that day) should be visible. Slapping and
pinching our treat’s ass is encouraged, as this can be a terrific morale
builder for everyone but Terri. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD TERRI EVER
BEND OVER FOR LESS THAN TEN SECONDS. REPORT ANY VIOLATIONS TO MY OFFICE AT
ONCE.
Our slut’s chest size is 36-DDD. Since receiving her breast implants,
she has had some difficulty in carrying these mammoth jugs around and she
has complained of back pain. To alleviate some of the pressure, Terri has
been directed to spend more time lying on her back, preferably with a stiff
prick pistoning out of her cunt and/or ass, and with her mouth filled with
either a throbbing cock or a juicy pussy.
There may also be some soreness in our pet’s boobs, resultant from her
recent breast enlargement. This can be alleviated by making her hold her
delectable mounds together and straddling her chest, fucking her ample
cleavage with your stiff throbbing rod, until you shoot your jism all over
her chest, and she can then use her hands to work your seed into her tits,
like a soothing salve.
Please do not fuck our slut’s snatch after cornholing her. This is
requested out of simple courtesy for the next of your coworkers who will be
making use of Terri’s hot wet pussy. If you feel that you must fuck her
cunt after reaming her ass, be sure she first thoroughly cleans you up with
her slut mouth.
During intensive intercourse/bondage/**** sessions with our company
whore, she may experience excruciating agony. This is completely
acceptable, and is one of the joys of having a beautiful siren as an office
slave who will do everything she is told. From time to time, Terri may
lose consciousness due to a particularly intense session. If this occurs,
use a little common sense and WAIT FOR HER TO REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS before
continuing. The entire idea of using and abusing Terri is to hammer home
to her the complete hopelessness and humility of her situation (which she
has brought entirely upon herself) as well as subjecting her to extremely
uncomfortable and/or agonizing physical suffering, and this cannot be fully
experienced unless she is conscious and aware.
The building in which our office is located has a lighted, secure
parking garage, for the safety and protection of our employees. In Terri’s
case, however, we do not want to prevent her from being ****d or
assaulted–in fact, it is encouraged. (Actually, given Terri’s
instructions that she is forbidden to refuse sexual favors to anyone, there
is effectively no such thing as **** where Terri is concerned.) Therefore,
Terri is required to park in the parking complex located across the street,
which is poorly lighted, unguarded and has been the scene of many sexual
assaults.
6. PUNISHMENT/DISCIPLINARY ACTION. If you observe our slut disobeying
any of these rules, or just generally not living up to the bimbo reputation
which has been assigned to her (i.e. acting like a slutty bitch in heat),
disciplinary action may be necessary. This punishment could range from a
few swats on the ass or losing her right to wear underwear, to more serious
actions such as an intense gang ass-fucking or a public humiliation.
Punishment will largely be left to the discretion of the employees of this
company. For serious violations of these rules, please notify my office
and these issues will be dealt with.
7. RECREATION. Terri is a fringe benefit of our fine company. With
many privileges, the rule is usually "if you abuse it, you lose it".
That’s not true with regard to Terri! I can personally assure that our
little jumbo-breasted blonde vixen is going to be fucking and sucking the
employees of this company for years to come! In fact, abuse of Terri is
encouraged, as long as it is in keeping with the rules set forth in this
document. This section is dedicated to making the most out of your
relationship with the company sex slave.
There are a wide selection of accessories available which can help you
ensure that Terri keeps in line. Among these are handcuffs, dildos, and
whips. When used properly, these devices can be used to inflict extreme
pain and/or discomfort, while leaving little or no trace. For more
information about borrowing these types of accessories, or for info
concerning how to best use them, please contact Angela Timmons at X4-2429.
Each session with our company’s savory well-endowed slut is a memorable
experience. Employees are urged to preserve these moments for posterity,
through use of cameras and audio and video recording equipment. If you do
not own such equipment, check with my office about borrowing some of the
equipment which is kept specifically for this purpose. Married persons who
are concerned about being videotaped with Terri, need not be. It is
extremely easy to position cameras and edit tapes, so that only Terri’s
identity can be ascertained from them.
We also have a growing Terri archive, consisting of both photographs and
videotapes. The most recent additions to this library include our slut’s
Tit-Warming Party, where thirty of the male employees helped Little Miss
Terri commemmorate her new breast implants with a bang, if you’ll pardon
the pun. These as well are available to be loaned out through my office.
Finally, many female employees have expressed their desire to screw
Terri’s husband Steven, while he sl**ps in their bed, and while poor little
innocent housewife Terri watches from the doorway teary-eyed as her husband
gets fucked by a real woman. Unfortunately this service is only available
on a limited basis for obvious reasons, and there is a rather lengthy
waiting list. Also it is not certain whether or not this service will be
continuing, as Steven now seems to be becoming romantically involved with
another one of the women who have previously enjoyed his unknowing "stud
service". If this service discontinues, all we can do is wish Steven well,
and express our happiness that he has finally found a real woman who is
more than a walking, big-titted doormat for men. Women who do not wish to
wait for this service are reminded that Terri the company slut is extremely
skilled with both her tongue and a strap-on dildo.
All in all, Terri is YOUR slut, and your property, and is yet another
fine benefit which comes from working for one of the top firms in this
city. The possibilities for her use are limited only by your own
imagination.
Thanks, and enjoy your slut!
NOTE: Any mistakes or misspellings in this document should be brought to
my attention immediately. I will then punish Terri for them, because she
typed this as I dictated it. I must also apologize for not getting this
document published on time; Terri typed it using one hand while using the
other to frig her juicy cunt. The girl also kept breaking down into little
crying jags, during which not much typing got done. It’s a good thing
Terri is a good little cum-swallowing pussy-licking whore, because she
makes a rather lousy secretary. Another reason for the delay is because
there were also numerous "inspiration breaks" between typing, courtesy of
Terri’s talented, hungry tongue.
Suggestions and comments regarding these policies are welcome. Please
address them to me at X4-2405, or feel free to drop into my office. Keep
in mind that if the door is closed, and a lacy 36-DDD bra is hanging from
the doorknob, this should be interpreted as a "do not disturb" sign.
Thanks, Danielle
cHAPTER 18
Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart beating excitedly.
The CEO’s of several prominent local corporations were already present. If
this merger went through, she’d be rich enough to retire!
The young executive was running a little behind, because she had just
finished getting serviced by Terri in the company restroom. The blonde had
licked her off exceptionally well this morning, Danielle pondered. No doubt
the little slut was hoping that when the merger went through, Danielle would
have so much wealth and glory that she wouldn’t even need to bother with
tormenting and exploiting her blonde slave anymore.
Which was fine with Danielle–oh, yes! the wicked brunette thought
contentedly. She loved it when the little whore had hope, as Danielle found
it so much fun to rip Terri’s hope away, time after time. Actually,
Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes even too busy to torture
Terri. There were, of course, the holidays, and all the shopping…plus the
business, which had been booming since Danielle’s promotion. Plus, Danielle
had been extremely tired lately. Sometimes she’d wake up in the morning,
and feel like she hadn’t even slept. Days like these, she wished she could
just stay in bed and have the hapless blonde slut wait on her hand and foot
(and cunt, and ass…)
But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as planned, she’d be
rich beyond her wildest dreams. An hour and a half of hard selling, and
she’d have an entire lifetime to continue her vendetta of torture and
humiliation of Terri.
Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already scurrying mousily
around the conference room, setting up visual aids. After bringing her boss
off with her talented tongue, the buxom secretary had been sent to finish
the conference setup, while Danielle laid contentedly sprawled out on the
washroom sink.
Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to see that many of the
visual aids were still not set up. DAMN that bitch! She was dragging ass
on purpose, the executive cursed. Terri was moving very timidly around the
gathered executives. Oh, come on, slut, Danielle wanted to scream, you’ve
FUCKED just about everyone in this room, why the fuck are you shy now?
Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant’s shoulder. "You’re going to pay
for this, you bitch. Did you at LEAST get the slide projector in place and
loaded?"
Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the projector booth.
"S-s-sorry, ma’am…here, I’ll…" The blonde grabbed a stack of charts, but
Danielle pulled her away by the arm. This resulted in Terri dropping the
charts all over the floor.
Danielle’s voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that promised intense pain
and extreme humiliation and torment for later. "Get out of here, you clumsy
bitch. Go wait in my office. I believe you know what to do when you get
there."
"Y-yes I–"
"GO."
As Terri hurried to get out of her boss’ sight, Danielle addressed the
gathered executives with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
Some minor holdups. We’ll be ready to begin here in just a few moments…"
Inwardly, however, she was furious with Terri. The dumb blonde couldn’t
even follow the simplest instructions! With a conscious effort, Danielle
set to push her blonde slut secretary out of her mind. She’d deal with the
little whore later. For now, she had a deal to close, and a fortune to
make, so she set about collecting the dropped charts and putting everything
in order.
Show time. Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the podium.
Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time she’d made Terri stand behind
this podium in her lacy underwear, in front of the company staff, giving a
presentation on how she, the company slut, could be used more
effectively…. The brunette exec savored the thought for a moment, using
it to relax herself. People with a fear of speaking are often advised to
stop and picture everyone in their audience in their underwear; for
Danielle, what worked best was to picture her hapless slut assistant in her
underwear, being abused and humiliated. With this, she began.
————
In Danielle’s office, Terri stripped nude, then retrieved the "second place"
ribbon and affixed it to her pierced nipple.
————
"Our companies have been doing business for the past four years. Now,"
Danielle looked over her audience, "it’s time to take our business
relationship to another level…"
————
The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her mouth to lubricate it, then eased
it into her ass….
————
"…we’ve prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we are
now…and where we will be within a year after the merger…"
————
Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few tasks.
————
Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked the power button. In the
control booth, the slide projector powered up and displayed a graphic with a
series of charts. "As you can see here, we started out with a customer base
of less than ten percent–" she clicked the remote "–but within six
months–"
Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference table gasped. "–a
dramatic increase! This continued, as you can see…" Danielle glanced up
at the screen….
————
With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the volume on the
speakerphone, which currently was on a two-way connection to the conference
room. Then she assumed her place under Danielle’s desk, frigging herself
with the dildo while she listened.
————
….and at first, her brain did not register what she saw there. "…into
the next quarter when…when…continued into the next….next…" Now it
registered. On the screen was a slide of a woman who was unmistakably
Danielle. The shocking part wasn’t that she was completely naked…the
shocking part was the fact that she was in some kind of bar, being fucked by
a donkey.
Danielle gasped in utter disbelief. She’d never done such a thing! she
thought confusedly. Someone must have altered a picture–TERRI….the LITTLE
BITCH… She clicked the "off" button on the slide remote. It didn’t work.
"Um…um….this all continued into the next quarter…." She tried other
buttons, growing more and more desperate. Finally she succeeded in
advancing the projector from that awful doctored slide…only to have
another take its place. Now Danielle in the picture was smiling directly
into the camera, as the huge a****l mounted her from behind. (click)
Another picture, Danielle this time surrounded by men, or more specifically,
by hard cocks…
"No…wait a minute…um…we have some….um…technical problems…"
Clicking the remote in desperation, only to bring up another picture, this
one nearly the same, except that the girl in the picture had finished off
all of the men, the evidence of which was dripping down her face and all
over her naked body, as she lay there with a stoned, vacant expression on
her face.
Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of overall panic,
Danielle f***ed herself to think. Of course! she thought. The control
panel on the podium! Quickly she knelt down and opened the control box.
INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE PROJ. and VIDEO. She
flipped it, and the awful image on the screen went away, replaced by a blue
screen, blank except for the word VIDEO in large, friendly green letters.
Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting, who were sitting in
stunned silence. "Um–" Danielle cleared her throat. "L-ladies and
gentlemen, it looks like someone has played a…a very bad joke on me,
and…and tried to sabotage our meeting." Looks of understanding were now
dawning on a few faces. Good…this is good, Danielle, she thought. "I
have to excuse myself for a moment. Please remain seated…and I’ll be
right back." After I throw my assistant out the window, she thought to
herself as she left the podium in a murderous rage.
She only got three steps before she was stopped in her tracks by the sound
of her own voice.
"Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut! I always knew you were a little closet
lesbian, like me, YES!!! I know you want it, dive right in and eat me!!!
OHHHHHHH YES EAT ME!!!!!!" The blue screen had been replaced with a
homemade video movie, which had been made by Danielle and Carrie. Danielle
had finally gotten Carrie to give in to her "secret desires", as she called
them, and the girls had spent the whole night together. The brunette had
videotaped the whole thing….and now it was being played for the CEOs of
every one of her prospective business partners.
"Oh…" a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest insurance firm in North
America. "Disgusting," agreed the chairman of the city’s leading financial
institution. Everyone else was silent. Danielle’s hands moved,
incoherently gesturing, standing there in her $800 business suit. Her mouth
moved, but no words would come out. Her counterpart on the big video
screen, on the other hand, was having no such difficulty. She was
explaining to her redheaded lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she
planned to do with the large silver vibrator she was now alternately rubbing
on her nipples and slipping into her mouth. Carrie moaned her contentment
as she lapped away at her friend’s pussy.
"Well." One of the CEO’s spoke with a tone of finality. Danielle didn’t
even see which one it was. Nor did she care, as she stood in the middle of
the room, red-faced with rage, embarrassment and hysteria. With great
effort, she brought her shaking fists to her sides and hurried from the
room, as the Danielle on the screen queried her lesbian lover, would she
like a tongue or a vibrator on her swollen dyke slut clit first?
"TERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" she shrieked as
she ran toward her office to find the bitch.
——————
From her place under Danielle’s desk, Terri had heard everything. Through
it all, she’d been furiously pumping the dildo in and out of her ass, while
at the same time servicing her soaking wet cunt with three fingers. When it
had all started to fall apart for Danielle, the submissive blonde had felt
the pulsing from deep within her pussy, and when Danielle had screamed her
name in rage (heard both on the speakerphone and down the hallway), Terri
had cum more violently than she ever had in her entire life.
——————
Danielle stormed into her office. "WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH???" she bellowed?
Silence answered her.
Of course…the little blonde cunt had fled the building. Oh, well,
Danielle thought grimly, she’ll be a fugitive from the law by tonight
anyway.
"I’ll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to the empty air. Then
she sat down at her desk and retrieved her rolodex, looking for the name of
a police officer she knew. It was then that she got another shock.
The rolodex was empty.
Well, not entirely empty. A stack of bundled cards with a post-it note was
the only thing in there with any writing, wedged between the unused XYZ
cards. Shaking, Danielle read it.
"Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won’t need the rolodex
anymore! I used the trick you taught me last year! (Danielle’s bl**d ran
cold, as she recalled the photos of Terri in humiliating, depraved
situations, which she had sent to the blonde’s entire f****y last year) I
thought you might like a few extra copies so here they are! Isn’t it GREAT
to be second place again, sweetums? Love, Terri"
"No…." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost. Tearing at the bundle
of cards….cringing in utter horror as she looked at them…
Card #1, addressed to Danielle’s parents: Another picture of Danielle with
the donkey. The caption, in neat calligraphy: "This gives ‘getting some
ass’ a whole new meaning! Love, your daughter Danielle."
Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle’s would-be business
partners: A picture of Danielle getting her cunt eaten out by Carrie. The
caption: "Too bad you can’t get me off like this, you senile old bastard!
Looking forward to taking more of your company’s money in the new year! By
the way, I really enjoyed embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes
deal! Best regards, your favorite sales lady, Danielle…"
Card #3, to Danielle’s s****r: Danielle having doggystyle sex with a
teenaged boy. The caption: "Meet my new man. In two years, he’ll even be
old enough to vote! Love, s*s."
"No. NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated. She’d never seen the boy
before…nor the donkey… "No…these are fake…th–" A memory suddenly
popped into Danielle’s mind. Last week, finishing up dinner, as her blonde
bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up the table…Terri stealing a
suspicious number of furtive glances as Danielle drank her glass of wine…
And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING between then and
the next morning…assuming at the time that she’d just been extra tired.
Now, realizing the truth…
"You d**gged me," the executive whispered, not without awe.
Then came Danielle’s biggest surprise of all, as she felt her skirt being
hiked up, her panties pulled down…and her slave’s tongue finding its mark
on her clit, as it had so many times in the past year and a half.
This time was different, though. This time, the blonde was pouring
everything she had into this lesbian tongue fucking she was giving her boss.
As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress’ clit, Danielle lost all of her
remaining motor skills, slumping back in her chair and shivering
uncontrollably.
Then the blonde shoved Danielle’s chair away from her. The young
executive’s eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sudden loss of the
wonderful sensation Terri’s tongue had been giving her. Then Terri pulled
the dildo from her own ass and stuffed it in Danielle’s gaping mouth.
Danielle gagged and tried to fight her off, but her assistant fought
relentlessly; at one point, Danielle’s chair toppled over backwards onto the
floor, and the evil brunette’s head spun momentarily as her slave fought to
keep the dildo firmly buried in her mouth.
My god, she means to choke me to death, Danielle thought desperately. But
then came Terri’s words:
"Suck it clean, you bitch…"
A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO. Terri buried the awful-tasting toy
even further in Danielle’s mouth, the tip was brushing against the back of
her throat and bringing her dangerously close to gagging. "MMMM HMMMMM"
Danielle moaned frantically.
Terri let the dildo out an inch or two. Her tormenter gratefully began
sucking it clean.
"Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.
Danielle merely nodded her head. Once this slut got off of her, she’d pick
up the phone, call the police, and young Terri would spend the best years of
her life being used as a lezzie sex toy in a women’s prison upstate. As she
slurped away at the foul dildo, Danielle reflected that Terri would probably
be tasting worse–MUCH worse–on a daily basis for the rest of her life.
Then her attacker suddenly got off of her. Danielle saw why, as she spit
the dildo out and leaned over, repeatedly expectorating in a futile attempt
to rid her mouth of the awful taste. Scott, Angela and several of Terri’s
key tormentors of the past year and a half had showed up on the scene. They
were all standing in the middle of Danielle’s office, not quite sure what to
make of the scene before them. Terri was standing by herself, completely
naked except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her nipple, warily eyeing
them and Danielle.
Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers. "What are you waiting
for. Grab her and take her into the storage room. We’re going to have some
fun with her before we send her to jail."
Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling attention to her extra
long, sharp nails. "Come near me and I’ll claw your eyes out, bastard."
Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in Terri’s burning stare.
He’d dominated and owned Terri hundreds of times in the past…but that was
a Terri who had been submissive, and had been instructed to do anything and
everything she was told. This Terri was obviously one that Danielle had
completely lost control of. A Terri who spent four days a week at the
health club, not only serving as eye-candy and a fuck-toy, but also keeping
her body well-toned, lean, and in outstanding physical shape. A Terri that
Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.
Danielle had now composed herself. "Terri…you’re coming with me," she
intoned, barely keeping her rage in check. "First you’re going to apologize
to everyone in that meeting, then you’re coming home to apologize to ME.
Then I’ll decide whether or not to have you thrown in jail for the rest of
your natural life."
Terri didn’t move.
"NOW, slut. Or I’ll call the cops, I swear I will…"
The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly. More so than she had
ever been for the past year and a half.
"Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all those i*****l
accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name only? But….oh, fuck that…the
d**gs, Terri? I’ve had enough stashed in your car to put you away for 20
years. Oh, I know, you THINK you found it all and threw it down the sewer.
By the way, you’re going to be turning a lot of tricks to reimburse me for
THAT. d**gs…money laundering… prostitution. All those offshore bank
accounts. All tracing back to YOU. Did you think I was bluffing when I
told you I would ruin you if you fucked with me?" Terri was now laughing
softly. This enraged Danielle. "IS THIS—DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY? YOU
LITTLE BIMBO WHORE???? DO YOU THINK THAT I WON’T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE
YOUR LIFE RUINED???? I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO! I’M A RESPECTED
PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY. YOU’RE THE COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!! WHO ARE THEY
GOING TO BELIEVE? I TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I OWN YOUR LIFE!!!!
YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY???? I’M GOING TO CALL THEM, BITCH!!!!!"
Terri by now was openly giggling. "You can call them, if you want to,
Danielle…"
"MA’AM!!!! YOU WERE…YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME MA’AM YOU SNIVELING
LITTLE SLUT!!!!"
"Danielle, Danielle…Danielle…" the blonde practically sang…just to
make the point.
"I’LL CALL THEM…DON’T THINK THAT I WON’T!!!" Fumbling, she picked up the
phone and began dialing. "Hello?" she said confusedly as she realized she
wasn’t getting the familiar tone indicating that she had gotten an outside
line.
"….but to get a line out, you have to take it off ‘speakerphone’…" Terri
finished helpfully. "Unless…" the blonde was in tears, having not laughed
this hard in over a year. "…unless you…you want everybody in your
precious meeting to overhear you…."
The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone’s LCD display, and
realized that her assistant was right. Their whole exchange had been shared
with the executives still gathered in the conference room.
Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale. Her hands were shaking so badly
that she had to stab half a dozen times with her finger to press the
"disconnect" button on the phone. Surprisingly, she asked "How could
you….?". Terri didn’t dignify this with an answer. All the while, Scott
and his entourage stood there watching the soap opera unfold.
"Danielle…MA’AM…weren’t you going to make a CALL???" Terri’s voice was
100% pure dumb blonde bimbo. "Your hands are shaking. Would you like ME to
dial for you?" she beamed.
"I’ll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be sorry. Oh, they’re
going to have so much fun with you in prison, Terri…" Stubbornly,
Danielle ignored the fact that she’d just confessed to the blackmail and
extortion of Terri, with several witnesses.
"Promise me we’ll take long, hot soapy showers together, honey," the blonde
chirped happily. "Since you’ll be right there with me after they see these
pictures of YOU…." Terri pulled an envelope out of Danielle’s bookcase
and tossed it on her desk. Pictures from the envelope cascaded all over the
desk…pictures of Danielle in sexual positions with a young man.
"He’s not a day over sixteen, in case you were wondering," Terri commented
helpfully. "Quite i*****l in this state…." Danielle’s face was now
absolutely green. What else had she done while she was d**gged?
"You d**gged me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed. "It’ll never stand
up. You’ll go to jail for d**gging me too!"
"Oh…I don’t think so. But, if you think so, dial the phone, Danielle."
Terri was speaking in a whisper at this point.
"I’ll get a good lawyer. He’ll exonerate me and then together we’ll lock
you up and throw away the key. I’ll even let him fuck you just for fun,"
Danielle threatened…but in reality she was scared badly by the way things
were going.
"Lawyers cost money, sweetums! And you have none!"
"What are–I have enough money to…."
"Oh," Terri exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. Since all those accounts
were in my name, I cashed them all in!"
"You." Danielle was now on overload. "You. You. BITCH!!!!!!!" she
shrieked, charging at Terri. The blonde sidestepped and grabbed a handful
of Danielle’s hair, bringing the woman around in a half circle and causing
her to whack her knee on her desk with a resounding thud. She wasn’t fazed.
"Kill you…KILL YOU!!!!!!" she exclaimed and shoved Terri backward into
the wall. Terri bounced right back and jumped on her tormentor, clawing at
her face and neck with her long, sharp red nails (which Danielle had made
mandatory for Terri… a policy which she was now regretting). Terri was
now going for Danielle’s eyes…angrily, the brunette grabbed Terri’s wrist
and bit it as hard as she could. This disengaged Terri from making ground
beef out of Danielle’s face for the moment. Another shove and Terri was was
knocked on her bare ass, with Danielle following her down.
Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in ripping the woman’s
business blazer halfway off of her. The brunette stopped fighting, and
looked down at her semi-exposed breasts, snug in their white lace bra,
peeking out of her ruined business suit.
"You bitch," she spat. "This was four hundred dollars!"
"Don’t worry," Terri panted. "You won’t need it for your next job,"
punctuating this with a vicious slap across the executive’s face.
"UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri’s "second place" ribbon
and pulled as hard as she could. The blonde’s obscenely huge breast
stretched nearly a foot before the safety pin ripped through her pierced
nipple and free. This also sent Danielle careening backwards into her desk.
Terri howled as bl**d poured from her injured nipple. No time to bleed, she
thought, and jumped right back on her opponent. The two women viciously
continued scratching, clawing, biting and punching at each other. Scott and
his entourage stood frozen in their positions, seemingly waiting to see who
was going to emerge on top.
And it didn’t take long to resolve the issue. Terri had been working out
for four days a week for the past 18 months, a condition of her abuse by
Danielle, to keep her body perfect for her use as a sex toy and call girl.
Danielle had taken to lying around eating bon-bon’s while her blonde slave
waited on her. Now she was paying for it, and was powerless to retaliate as
Terri retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle’s drawer and cuffed her to
the chair.
Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-tormentor.
"I have evidence of everything. Blackmail…****…extortion…everything,
Danielle." The blonde ripped a piece off of Danielle’s suit and held it to
her bleeding nipple. "If I send them to the police, you’ll be going away
for a long time."
"What….what do you want?" Danielle croaked. She could hardly bring
herself to say the words.
Terri produced a small stack of papers. "These are your shares in this
company. Sign them over to me."
"No…." Danielle protested. "No…OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!" Terri punched her
adversary squarely in the gut.
"Sign them NOW. Or I will ruin you."
"You won’t…."
Terri picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes…I’d like to make a
complaint….uh-huh…. yes…. um… blackmail…. ****… d**g
trafficking…yes, I can…." Terri paused as she heard an unfamiliar
sound. It took a few seconds for her to identify it as Danielle sobbing, as
she reached for a pen and began signing the paperwork. Satisfied, Terri
hung up the phone.
"You’ll never get away with this," Danielle hissed. "Scott…Angela…help
me…"
Terri held her hand up. "They don’t work for you anymore, bitch…" She
indicated the paperwork. "*I* now own the majority of the shares of this
company." As she set about bandaging her nipple, Danielle switched gears
into her saleslady mode.
"This….this is absurd!" The brunette appealed to her followers.
"This…she f***ed me to sign…I d-did it under duress! It won’t hold up
in court…" But they were now looking at Danielle as if she were someone
whom they no longer wanted anything to do with. "PLEASE LISTEN! Get me out
of here…" she rattled the handcuffs, "and we’ll shred these papers
up…then we’ll shred Terri up–" the thought of feeding this blonde wench
through the paper shredder, tits first, was a gratifying one
"–we’ll…it’ll be like before! I PROMISE YOU!!! SCOTT!!! GRAB THIS
BITCH AND TIE HER UP…I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!! DO AS I SAY OR
YOU’RE FIRED!"
"You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri explained. "You’re just
a second-place bimbo. Besides…do you think they would really want to help
someone who was planning to sell them out?"
Danielle turned white as a ghost.
"What do you mean?" Angela asked suspiciously.
"Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was shaking her head and
looked as if she was about to be sick. When no coherent answer was
forthcoming, Terri gave one herself. "Our dear little Danielle here was
planning to sell off the company….and put you all on the street…."
"Please…" Danielle whispered.
"Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.
"She’s LYING!" Danielle insisted. "Angela…are you going to take the word
of the company whore????"
"Oh…don’t take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing Angela a packet of
papers. On top was a single airline ticket out of the country (Danielle had
explained to a petrified Terri that she would be riding in the baggage
compartment, crammed into a wooden box.) "Read for yourself…"
Danielle was ashen. "Please, Terri…."
Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned into Danielle. "You
little fucking CUNT. I’ve devoted YEARS to this company." She passed the
incriminating documents on to her husband and her friends, who also looked
at them in shock and anger.
Terri spoke up. "You were nothing more than a stepping stone for Miss
Executive here. You…Scott…all of you."
"Well, NO MORE! Bitch…" Angela took a very menacing step toward Danielle,
who cowered in her chair.
"A-Angela…listen…"
The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager, until Terri raised
her hand. "Hold off for just a minute."
Angela wheeled on the company slut. "Don’t tell me what to do. Who the
fuck do you think YOU are?"
"Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly. Angela realized it was
true.
"Well…then I quit." Scott and the others murmured their agreement.
"Oh, no need for that. You were all fired anyway, the minute those shares
were signed over," Terri assured them. "But…how would you each like a
*nice* separation bonus? Like, $200,000 each?"
That got their full attention.
"Yeah, right. She’s trying to trick you," Danielle chattered, desperately
trying to gain back any favor from her former employees.
Angela nodded her skepticism. "Yeah…what’s the catch? Why would
you….well…let us off after….after…"
"After you used me as a fuck-toy and ****d and tormented me?" Terri finished
the other woman’s thought without a trace of anger in her voice. Angela
nodded, as her face actually reflected a tiny bit of shame. "Well…I need
your help, in dealing with the flat-chested wonder, here." Terri slapped
the back of the glowering Danielle’s head.
"But…Terri…."
The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered up her clothes and
began dressing. "Are you interested or not?"
Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance at each other, and at
the incriminating paperwork which Danielle had planned to fuck them over
with. One by one, they nodded.
"Good," Terri acknowledged. "I just need you guys to keep Ms. Danielle busy
here for a little while." There was no question as to what the sexy blonde
meant by "busy", as she retrieved Danielle’s panties. Wadding them up, she
stuffed them in Danielle’s mouth–"Don’t you dare spit them out, bitch," she
warned with a harsh slap–then secured Danielle’s mouth shut with a strip of
tape. Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to cuff Danielle’s
hands behind her back. Then Terri leaned down and whispered something to
her ex-tormenter. The brunette’s eyes widened and she began emphatically
protesting through her makeshift gag.
"You’re with me," Terri ordered Angela. "Grab that box over there." On her
way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel and the rest of the men, who quickly
undressed and descended upon the helpless Danielle.
Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn with her. Her
desperate screams came out only as muffled moans…Terri had gagged her
well.
Danielle was helpless.
Danielle was powerless.
Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that Terri had been
replacing her birth control pills with fertility d**gs for the past three
months…
—————-
Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the door. She almost
hoped nobody was home. But then she heard the sound of approaching
footsteps from inside the house, and she took a deep breath as the door
opened.
It was Steven. "What do you want? You’re not supposed to be here and you
know it."
"Steven, I need to tell you–" Terri began.
Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined by his wife Carrie.
The redhead snaked her arm around her husband. "Who is it, honey?" Then
she saw. "YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES! THERE’S A RESTRAINING ORDER
AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" She pulled at Steven. "Honey, let’s go
call the police."
Terri ignored her. "Steven…I have to tell you something. It won’t take
long."
"There’s nothing to be said. Now please leave before we call the police."
Steven’s voice was cold…as if he had never known her. As if they had
never made love on the beach in Hawaii until sunrise… Steven turned to
walk away, with Carrie practically dragging him.
"Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri. "Um…Steven, I think you might
want to listen to what she has to say."
The redhead was now looking worried. "What…what is this? What’s going
on?" She tugged at her husband. "Steven…you don’t…we…we don’t have
to listen to this! Come on…"
But Steven was listening now. Showtime, Terri thought to herself.
"Steven…you remember Danielle, don’t you?"
——–
Epilogue 1: Pathways
——–
Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day. Two weeks later, she
rejected her breakfast. Eight and a half months after that, she gave birth
to four babies…fathered by three different men.
Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of friendship after
Turnabout Day. It began right after Terri had explained everything to
Steven, over the increasingly frantic protests of Carrie. When Steven had
stood there, looking back and forth between his ex-wife and his current
wife, not knowing what to believe, Angela had piped in and acknowledged
that, yes, everything Terri had said was true. Carrie had lunged for
Angela, who summarily knocked the redhead on her ass. "I never liked that
bitch much anyway," she’d confided as the unusual pair had walked away from
the house, and from the intense shouting match going on there.
Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick annulment. Carrie
lives by herself and spends most of her time either scheming to get "her"
man back, or plotting her revenge. So far, she hasn’t quite been able to
decide who should be the target–Terri, for wrecking her marriage, or
Danielle, for allowing Terri to get the upper hand.
Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had numerous heart to heart
talks. In the end, they mutually decided to move on, separately, with their
lives. They also mutually agreed that no matter what, Terri should keep the
breasts. The two also enjoyed a going-away tryst which is another hot,
raunchy, cum-dripping story in itself.
———
Epilogue 2
Terri
Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she’d closed. A new Terri, a
new job, on a new coast….same results. The last contract, which she’d
closed just ten minutes ago, had been an especially tough one. The client
had been undecided between Terri’s firm and another rival company. But the
best part was Michelle. Michelle was someone who’d quickly become a fierce
rival of Terri’s. The two of them had battled for days over this
contract…and Terri had come out on top.
You’ve still got it, she congratulated herself.
Terri had a number of things to do. The contracts had to go over to
Legal… not to mention the manpower requirements, which H.R. needed to know
about immediately. But, first things first. Turning to her computer, the
blonde opened a new e-mail memo.
Dear Michelle:
Burress Corp. is now mine. Did you really think that dress with the
slit up the side would make any difference? If that’s the best you’ve
got, then my tenure in this town is going to be long and prosperous!
But anyway, congrats on being second pl
Terri frowned and stopped typing. Then, she began tapping her [backspace]
key. Eventually, she held it down till she’d obliterated all but the
salutation. This done, she began typing again, very thoughtfully.
I got Burress. You gave me a good fight all the way…thanks! A bit
of real competition keeps a gal on her toes.
Listen…I have a number of prospects whom we’re not calling on at this
point in time. They’re smaller companies who are out of our market, but
at least some of them might be within yours. I’ll be happy to refer them
to you.
Let’s discuss over dinner. Winner buys!
Terri
A new town…a new start. Maybe even a new friend….or more, Terri
thought. That dress with the slit up the side had indeed been noticed…
and not just by the executives at Burress Corp.
With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle fantasies which were
running rampant through her head. Then, she turned back to her files.
"Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one page. "This’ll wait
till tomorrow." The office was completely quiet. Everyone else had gone
home, Terri realized.
It had been a long day. For now, Terri needed a nice, easy workout at the
health club. From her bottom drawer, she retrieved her workout attire and
began to strip. After her ordeal as Danielle’s office slut, the blonde
saleslady had no inhibitions against changing clothes in her office. There
were even some mornings when Terri came to work and felt the urge to get
under her desk instead of behind it….
Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as she changed. Twenty
minutes on the stairmaster, then abs, topping off with a nice leisurely
swim. Followed by a quiet, relaxing evening….
———————-
The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales partner began stripping
off her clothes. Taking care to ensure that she couldn’t see him, he
unzipped his fly as her lovely breasts came into view. The new saleslady
was a dead ringer for an actress in a porno movie which he had at home, and
which he’d stroked off to hundreds of times.
As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly that he feared the girl
must have heard him. On her left asscheek was a large tattoo of a heart,
with the name "Danielle" written in it. The star of the porno movie had the
SAME TATTOO…
My god, it’s really her, he thought fleetingly as he shot his load all over
the filing cabinet he was concealed behind.
As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor adjusted his fly and crept
away, smugly contemplating this new information he’d come across, and how he
could use it to his advantage. He wondered just what the woman would be
willing to do to keep her secret from being exposed….
