Agency Slave

Archive name: Agency Slave.HTM (F/F, Farting, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Agency Slave

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I had been working at the agency for five years before Becki Randall started. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever known. She is a blonde haired, blue eyed, high busted, slim waisted, tight assed, long legged sex bomb of a woman. It had taken me five years to move from the post room to the position of design assistant. It took Becki precisely eight months to make the same journey.

There came the day when we were both up for the same job. I knew that I had the skill and experience but I also feared that Becki would wiggle her cute little arse and the job would fall into her hands like autumn leaves. To say that the atmosphere was bad would be an understatement. We’d never been close and the pressure of the interview told on us both.

Becki went first. I was on tender hooks. Imaging all sorts of horrible things, usually like the panel of three men taking it in turns fucking her, whilst promising her the job with each stroke. She came out with a broad grin on her smug features.

Then it was my turn. I blew it. I was so tense that I couldn’t think straight, let alone answering their questions. I was almost glad when they finished the interview and I could flee to the sanctuary of the rest room.

“Well?”

Becki’s cool voice made me jump. I was so wrapped inside my own thoughts that I hadn’t heard her enter the room. It was early afternoon and in the Agency that was the time for liquid lunches. The building would be almost empty.

“Well what?” I snapped.

“How did you do?” Becki retorted sarcastically.

“Alright!” I lied. I wasn’t going to tell miss fancy pants that I had blow it. “You?”

“Easy.” Becki shrugged her shoulders. “You should start thinking what it’ll be like being my assistant.”

“Never!” I saw red. “I am miles better than you.” I continued. “All you have is a tight arse and big tits.”

I should have said that Becki is a couple of inches taller and five kilo’s heavier. I had never paid much attention to the fact until now. Here we were alone and starting to row and suddenly I was afraid.

“Is that what I am?” Becki answered menacingly. “Just a tight arse and big tits? So that’s how you see me. I always wondered. I mean what are you other than a scrawny, underweight, overage schoolgirl?”

I heard the soft click of the key turning in the lock. “What are you doing?” I stammered, trying to keep out of her reach.

“You need to be taught a lesson.” Becki took a long step towards me.

Instinctively I backed away. “What do you mean?”

We were sparing. Becki was trying to grab my wrists and I was trying to keep out of her grasp.

“You need to be taught a lesson.” Becki repeated. “I don’t like being called names.” She managed to grab my wrist. I tried to pull free but she was strong, much stronger than I had expected her to be. In one easy move she tugged me towards her and grabbed my other wrist. We wrestled in silence. I needed all my breath to fight her. She was not only stronger and heavier but she had done this before. There could only be one outcome. Suddenly Becki hooked her leg behind me and I was falling backwards…

As I landed Becki was swarming after me, pinning me down, holding my wrists as she sat across my waist. I tried to kick out but couldn’t get any leverage. Becki settled down. I felt her weight shift and settle against me. I tried to free my wrists but all the leverage was with her. All I did was tire myself out. Becki sat there, adjusting to my every struggle, grinning at me. I was out of breath whilst she looked as fresh as the proverbial daisy.

Eventually I stopped. It was an uneven struggle and I had to admit defeat. “Just let me up.” I gasped.

“Say please!” Becki gloated.

“Let me up, please!” I answered.

“No!” She smiled. It wasn’t very friendly. “You need to understand that I got this job on merit, that I will not only be your manager but that I am superior to you in every way, looks, intelligence, strength. Admit that and I might let you up.”

She had to be kidding!

“Let me up, please!” I repeated.

“Only when you admit my superiority.” Becki repeated.

“No!” I tried to guess the time. All I had to do was survive until the rest of the staff returned, then Becki would have to release me.

“Then I’ll have to persuade you.” Becki slivered forwards until she was sitting on my chest, her knee’s pinning my shoulders down.

I didn’t understand what she meant? What was she going to do? Sit there and hurl insults at me. I was still frightened that she might hurt me but she could hardly beat me up, and all that crap about superiority? What did she expect me to say? Yes Becki, you are the most beautiful, attractive and intelligent woman in the world.

Becki was wearing a dark blue business suite, skirt, jacket and off white blouse with a shoelace bow tie. As she slid across my chest she hitched up the skirt and I realised that she was wearing stockings. I could see right up her skirt to the crotch of her panties.

“Like the view?” She taunted me.

“What do you mean…”? I began and then Becki slid further forwards and my face slid beneath the hem of her skirt. She pulled back the hem until she could see my face.

“When I have finished with you.” She laughed. “You will think that I am all arse and tits. Well now you’ll find how just how much.” She sat up and shuffled forwards over my face. I stared up into the sweaty crotch of her panties as the awful truth began to dawn on me.

“No, ple…..” I started, but my cries were stifled as Becki sank her crotch down onto my face! I couldn’t believe what was happening. A grown woman was sitting on my face! I tried to struggle but it was even more impossible now. I couldn’t breath. Becki had her arse across my mouth and my nose was jammed up her crotch. What made things even worse was that I gradually began to smell her, not just the stale odour of private parts that had festered inside underwear for hours, but the musky scent of a woman on heat. Becki was enjoying what she was doing. It was a turn on for her!

I lay within my fleshy, stinking prison for what seemed hours but was probably only a minute of so. I was really struggling for breath. She was going to let me suffocate. I started to panic and twisted and fought with all my strength. It only served to exhaust me. Becki simply let me exhaust myself further before she shifted enough for me to gasp a lung full of air, then she smothered me again.

She kept on just allowing me enough air to breath between smothering. I was encased in her flesh; the crotch of her pants was getting damper and damper, her scent becoming stronger. The long she held me the hornier she became.

She let me up once more. ”Say it!” She hissed but I was struggling for breath and before I could gasp out my reply she had ground herself down on me once more. “I suppose I should put this scrawny face to some use.” She grinned humourlessly.

Slowly she started to rub herself across my face, mashing down, depriving me of air as she brought herself to a shuddering climax. I felt that climax. I had only ever felt a man climax as they spilled their seed inside me, now I experienced the humiliating sensation of being a human dildo as this dominant, abusive woman came across my face. She collapsed over my body, gasping for breath, her eyes glazed, face flushed. She didn’t care that I was almost suffocated, that I was beginning to blackout.

Then just in time, she moved. She shifted from me, moving away until she climbed to her feet on obviously unsteady feet. I was too shattered and desperate for breath to take any sort of advantage. I just lay there, gasping for breath, finally grateful that my ordeal was over.

“Finally found a use for that useless ugly face.” She callously announced. “Now, am I your superior?”

“You … are … a … bully … “ I managed to gasp.

“Bully.” She snorted. “This isn’t even starting. You are going to wish that you were never born.” She came and stood over me. I was too weak to argue or resist. “All tits and arse.” She repeated and she straddled my face. This time she was facing down my body.

“They’ll come back soon!” I pleaded as she sat down.

She laughed again. “Didn’t I say? They are planning a liquid lunch to mull over MY appointment. I have hours, can you take this for hours?” As she spoke Becki sat down on my face, she squirmed and twisted, adjusting her seat until my mouth was covered by her cunt and my nose was stuffed up the sweaty crack to her arse.

I was too weak to struggle, too tired to resist. I could do nothing save fight for breath as Becki once more rode my face as she no doubt would ride a lover’s cock. She slumped backwards, crushing me beneath her, oblivious to my increasingly desperate struggles for breath. It was only as the sky started to explode that she moved, only a few inches and her round arse dominated my view, but I could breath again. I sucked in great gulpfuls of air, desperately glad for this relief but shaking at the thought of still more smothering.

It was then that I realised that she had won. I couldn’t face another session beneath her hard, dominating arse. I had to give in, to admit that she was the better woman. It would be humiliating but anything was better than this. I was wrong of course, but right then I didn’t realise that.

Becki looked back over her shoulder. “You are starting to look a mess. I suppose that my pants can only absorb so much of my cum. Now do you need another lesson are you prepared to admit that I am the superior woman?”

“I’ll admit it.” I gasped.

“Say it.” Becki demanded. She turned around so that she could better see my humiliation.

“You are superior.” I whispered.

“Louder!”

“You are superior.” I repeated in a croaky but otherwise normal voice.

“I want more.” She demanded. “Say that I am superior to you in every way, looks, intelligence, strength.”

I took a deep breath before I repeated her demand. “You are superior to me in every way, looks, intelligence, strength.”

“Better, now say this. ’I am a worthless lesbian cunt sucker.”

I hesitated at that. I mean going along with her sick game was one thing but claiming to be a lesbian was another. A few more minutes of mind terrifying smothering changed my mind. I was shaking with fear when she let me breath again. ’I am a worthless lesbian cunt sucker.” I eventually managed to gasp.

“You are learning. Now try this, and remember what will happen if you hesitate.” Becki threatened me. ’I am a worthless lesbian cunt sucker, and all I want in life is to suck on your cunt.”

I froze but fear drove me on. I stammered out my lines. ’I am a worthless lesbian cunt sucker, and all I want in life is to suck on your cunt.”

“I am fit only to be your slave and do your bidding.”

“Becki is my mistress and I am her slave.”

“Keep repeating it.”

“Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave. Becki is my mistress and I am her slave.” I kept on mindlessly repeating the words as Becki climbed off me.

As I watched she peeled down her saturated panties and then sat back on my chest. Becki hauled her skirt up to her waist. I was staring at her blonde fringed minge and puffy lipped cunt. I stopped chanting.

“This is what you want, isn’t it. After all you said you were a cunt licker, so lick.”

“I can’t.” I stammered.

“Your choice.” Becki slid forwards, engulfing me in her slippery, slimy cunt. I could feel her juices spreading out across my face. I could feel her sex lips resting against my nose and mouth. She was starting to smother me again. The fear bit in immediately. I struggled pitifully but I was just too weak to accomplish anything. “Your choice.” She repeated. She raised herself just enough for me to breath. I just had to open my mouth and, and, and.

It was an effort. In spite of the fear I felt, the disgust and revulsion in her touch made my stomach heave. I had to steel myself before opening my mouth and tentatively slipping my tongue inside her. It was revolting, the worse thing that I had ever done. I could feel my stomach rebelling and yet as long as I touched her Becki released the pressure on my mouth and nose. I could breath, even if each breath took in her stink; it was a breath. It was the concession she made and one that I gladly accepted.

"That's better, you brainless little cunt.” I could hear Becki gloating. “You thought that you could compete with me. Me! She laughed. She sounded manic. I tried to bury my revulsion and busied myself pleasing her. “ You're not just inferior, you're brainless too!” She shifted across me, keeping her cunt just off my mouth. I had to lift myself to continue my worship. “Suck it!” She urged. “Show me how much you worship me. Suck it! That's right, use that tongue!"

She was getting noisier and noisier as her orgasm approached. I lapped and sucked and soon Becki loudly announced her climax as she came on my face.

She forgot all about me as she collapsed. She either didn’t know or didn’t care realized that she was smothering me again, but with her sitting full weight on my face I just couldn't breathe. I shook and struggled under her, but she didn't even seem to notice. I am sure that if her mobile hadn’t buzzed insistently she’d have sat there until I had suffocated.

As she talked Becki slowly climbed to her feet. I was almost unconscious and couldn’t take in anything that she was saying. I heard her cheer of triumph and stared through dull, juice-saturated eyes at her as she danced about the room.

She came and stood over me. I was still to exhausted to try and escape and layback expecting another period of abuse.

“That was the man. They want me to join them in the wine bar. It seems that I have a new position.” She laughed at her private joke. “Just like you have a new position.” She laughed again as once more she positioned herself across my face. She was facing my feet and I found myself staring at the unwinking eye of her anus. “This is just for you.” Becki laughed again and then farted. I saw her anus flutter as the gas escaped and then my humiliation was complete.

Becki demanded that I sniffed her fart and such was my absolute obedience and submission to her dominance I did so. She held me down until she was satisfied that no further humiliation could be extracted then she left me for the party that would surely follow.

As she dressed she continued to taunt me. “I feel so horny. I just have to have a shag. I think I’ll try Dominic, he’s the one you fancy, isn’t he. I’ll tell you later what he’s like.” She tossed a card at her feet. “I live there. I’ll expect you at nine. You can stay the week end, that way we’ll have plenty of time to really begin your education.”

She left me, still spread-eagled on the floor, feeling dirty, dishevelled and utterly, utterly abused. I picked up the card, read the address and then slowly dragged myself to the toilets. I had to make myself presentable. I had a tube journey to make and it seemed an appointment with destiny.