New Office Slave FM, FMMM, Exhib, Humiliation
By David Lavenham
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The office fell silent as the boardroom
door opened; the final selection process was complete and weeks of rumour and
conjecture were finally over.
‘OK team’, he announced, ‘you will be
pleased to know we have appointed a new office slave’, this was greeted with a
small ripple of applause. He tugged the black cord in his hand and sheepishly
Karen emerged, the cord tied to the customary collar around her neck. There was
a murmur of conversation around the office. Karen from accounts had not been
one of the likely contenders, she was small, birdlike
and rarely spoke. It was a real surprise to se the quiet girl everyone knew as
a conservative dresser who preferred knee length skirts and baggy jumpers naked
and in such an obvious state of arousal.
She looked at the floor as she stood next
to him, the traces of his cum in her shoulder length red hair and the red marks
interspersing the freckles on her body the best indication of the ordeal she
had endured to achieve this coveted position.
Her small breasts were covered in pin pricks of blood from the needles
he loved to use and her pink nipples had parallel red lines across them from
the bulldog clips he had used in the interview ordeal. Her bush of red hair was
neatly trimmed and her pink labia were clearly visible between her slightly
parted legs. Her colleagues knew how important it was to enjoy the humiliation
and pain that came with the job of office slave. A few had tried to do it just
for the $1,000,000 bonus, but none had lasted the year.
‘I don’t need to tell you how this works’,
he continued, ‘Karen will start immediately and be available 24/7 for the next
12 months. She will never wear any clothes, will always be available and will
live in the slave room when not working in the office’.
‘Any questions?’,
he asked, and seeing only shaking heads he unclipped the cord from her collar
and returned to his office.
Karen stood still, looking at the floor,
her body shivering slightly with anticipation. She had dreamed about being
naked in the office a million times, but now it was for real.
For a few moments everything was silent as
her co-workers just stared. The silence was broken by Jeff, her former boss in
accounts.
‘Come here bitch!’,
he commanded. Karen walked slowly to his desk, weaving her way past the desks
of her silent colleagues, staring at the floor as she walked. As she approached
him he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head up forcing her to
look at him. ‘I’ve got some filing for you to do!’, he
said sternly, pulling her face close to his, ‘but first’, he continued,
‘something I’ve wanted to do since you started work here!’
With one hand holding her hair he twisted
her around and leant her over his desk. He gave her already red freckled ass a
couple of sharp slaps then undid his fly and pulled out his dick.
He positioned his dick at the entrance of
her pussy and then pulled her hair hard, forcing her onto his dick. As he
continued to fuck her his colleagues gradually returned to their work.
It had been a few months without an office
slave as the last incumbents tenure had ended unexpectedly and they had not had
a successor ready. Despite this they soon got used to having a slave around
again and office life felt normal again. Karen performed her duties well, rarely
speaking and never showing any sign of revulsion whatever she was asked to do.
She gasped and winced when subjected to beatings, particularly the severe
thrashing given to her by Joan, the office matriarch. Joan had grabbed Karen’s
arm as she passed her desk and pulled her over, ‘Where is my coffee?!’ she
demanded.
‘I am sorry mistress’, Karen said, staring
at the floor, ‘I will get it as soon as you have punished me’.
Joan smiled and leant Karen over her desk.
CRACK. The sound of Joan’s hand on Karen’s butt brought the office to a
standstill.
‘You know I like a coffee at
‘Yes, Mistress’, Karen replied.
CRACK.
Karen gasped as Joan hit her ass again, her
bare hand leaving bright red prints on Karen’s butt cheek.
‘Well where is it?’ Joan demanded.
‘I forgot?’, Karen
said timidly.
CRACK.
‘Well don’t forget again!’,
Joan shouted.
Karen’s face was now pressed on Joan’s
desk, her bright red ass poking up in the air and her legs slightly parted.
Joan looked down and noticed Karen’s pussy was wet with juice.
SLAP. This time Joan brought her hand down
between Karen’s legs.
‘You like being punished don’t you?’, Joan
whispered, sliding her fingers along the length of Karen’s pussy then
inspecting them, before licking Karen’s pussy juice from them.
‘Yes, Mistress’, Karen replied.
Joan slipped two fingers in Karen’s pussy
and her thumb into her butt. She let go of Karen’s hair and reached into her
desk, pulling out a bug double headed dildo. Slowly she pushed one end into
Karen’s pussy, forcing it in as far as it would go.
Then she bent the dildo double and pushed the other end into Karen’s ass. ‘Now
lick me’, Joan said quietly.
Karen did not hear her, ‘Pardon’, she said.
‘LICK MY CUNT SLAVE!’,
Joan shouted, before lifting her skirt to reveal her hairless pussy and sitting
down on her chair with her legs open.
With the dildo still deep in her pussy and
ass Karen knelt between Joan’s legs and began to lick the older woman with
relish, stopping only when Joan’s back arched and she gasped with orgasm.
‘Now get on your hands and knees on my
desk’, Joan instructed as she recovered her composure. Karen did as instructed,
the double heads of the huge dildo still buried in her pussy and ass as she
crouched on Joan’s desk. For the rest of the afternoon Joan carried on working
as normal, taking calls and typing emails, ignoring Karen, who was getting
increasingly aroused as a result of the humiliation of being nothing but a desk
ornament. Joan noticed Karen moving slightly against the dildo and slapped her
butt hard. ‘Stay still girl!’, Joan squawked, taking
hold of the ‘U’ formed by the dildo and shoving it harder into Karen’s
orifices.
Karen had been kneeling on Joan’s desk, in
full view of the entire office for several hours when Joan addressed her again.
‘I am ready to punish you now’ Joan
announced. She pulled the dildo slowly from Karen’s ass and pussy. Joan
inspected the gaping black holes left by the dildo before ordering Karen to sit
on the guest chair next to her desk. With Karen sitting just a few inches away
Joan took hold of the younger girls nipples and
squeezed and twisted. Karen winced in pain, but a little shiver of excitement
tingled through her body as she anticipated what would happen next. Joan opened
the draw in her desk, ‘now what do we have here?’ she muttered.
Joan slowly put the contents of her draw in
a line on the desk, there were a number of bulldog clips, some sticky tape, 6
marker pens, some string, a pair of old stockings and finally some drawing
pins. Karen was quaking with excitement as she watched the array of implements grow, she had seen Joan humiliate and torture the other
slaves and was surprised how arousing she found the mixture of anticipation,
excitement and fear. Some of her colleagues also saw what was happening and
started to gather around. They knew Joan loved dominating the slaves and always
put on a good show.
‘Are you ready?’ Joan asked her. Karen
nodded sheepishly.
Joan took the tape and taped Karen’s arms
to the arms of the chair. Then, dropping to her knees, Joan taped her legs to
the chair, taping just below Karen’s knees so her legs were held open.
Joan stood back and admired her work,
before picking up the string. Joan looped the string across Karen’s waist
several times, tying her to the back of the chair. Finally Joan looped string
around Karen’s arms just below the shoulders and around the back of the chair.
Karen was completely immobilised now, she
could move her head, but apart from that she was completely trussed.
Joan gave Karen a wicked smile, ‘Do you
want me to hurt you?’ she asked.
‘Yes’, Karen whispered, her pussy throbbing
with desire.
‘Louder!’ Joan barked.
‘Yes Mistress!’ Karen shouted, ‘I want you
to hurt me!’.
‘Good’, Joan said, ‘Now let’s see what you
can take!’
Joan stuffed the stockings in Karen’s mouth
then taped them in, ‘Don’t want to upset the neighbours’, Joan joked.
First Joan played with Karen’s body,
running her fingers over Karen’s naked torso before twisting and pinching her
nipples. Then Joan stripped in front of Karen, Slipping off her skirt, shirt
and bra until she was standing in front of Karen wearing only her court shoes,
stockings and suspenders. Joan had a good body for her age and was obviously
very aroused, her pussy lips gaping and wet between her legs. Those in the
office who had not seen Joan naked before were surprised that Joan had several piercings through her labia and rings through her nipples.
Joan picked up the bulldog clips. She
pinched the flesh just to the side of Karen’s nipple and attached the clip.
Karen winced and let out a muffled yelp but Joan just smiled as she repeated
the process until Karen’s tits were covered in clips.
Karen was crying with pain now, but Joan
wasn’t about to stop. As the crowd watching them grew Joan took the marker pens
and one by one rubbed them along her pussy before inserting them into Karen’s.
At first Karen enjoyed this as the sensation in her pussy took her mind off the
pain from the clips, but as Joan kept inserting more and more pens her pussy
began to hurt as it got stretched. Joan kept going until Karen thought she
would split in two, her pussy stretched to the limit.
Joan was taking her time now, stopping to
rub her pussy as she slowly tortured her colleague.
Joan turned her attention to the drawing
pins. Carefully she lay a strip of tape on the desk
then she placed a neat row of tacks along its length to make a spiked collar.
Then, as Karen’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, she stuck it across
careens torso. Joan repeated the process, attaching bands of pins to Karen’s
torso and around her legs and arms. Now Karen could not move without pins
jabbing into her flesh.
Now the finale, Joan ran her hands slowly
over the rows of pins, making Karen scream and writhe, but as Karen struggled
the pins dug in even more. Seeing Karen’s pain was driving Joan wild and she
moved forward so Karen’s hand was under her pussy.
‘Make me cum slave’, Joan whispered and
Karen started to rub Joan’s pussy as the older woman continued to torture her
with the hundreds of tacks piercing her body. Finally Joan groaned as she
reached orgasm, signalling the end of Karen’s ordel.
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Karen was a true exhibitionist, getting a
massive thrill from the opportunity to be naked the entire time. She
particularly enjoyed the impact she had on guests to the office when they first
saw her. If she was not busy elsewhere she would make a point of parading into
the reception area when visitors were waiting. Regularly members of staff
coming to meet guests in reception had to wait while Karen finished giving them head. On one memorable occasion a visiting customer
insisted on fucking Karen throughout his meeting, managing to take in a
presentation and comment on some sales figures whilst standing to fuck Karen
who was laying on the boardroom table. He only paused
briefly as he came, grunting as he filled her pussy
with his cum. Karen thanked him politely for fucking her, licked his dick clean
then left the meeting.
It was not just visitors Karen would suck
off. She gave head to most of the guys in the office most days. Their cum was a major constituent of her diet and often she
would not need to eat anything but sperm during the day. Most days she would
give head under desks while the colleague she was pleasuring carried on
working, but occasionally she would be the recipient of a full blown bukkake session, particularly after Friday team meetings
when she was expected to circulate during the presentations. As she crawled
between the rows of chairs she would be pinched, slapped and abused by her
female colleagues while the men made a game of covering her in cum. By the end
of the meeting her face would be dripping wet with sperm and white streaks of
cum would be plastered across her hair. Karen loved these sessions, but the
pleasure of being able to please so many of her colleagues at once was tempered
by the pissing session that usually followed. She would be taken to the wet
room where she would be expected to lay on the floor while her colleagues
pissed over her. She did not mind the taste of their piss, particularly the
musky urine delivered by the women who took part in the sessions, but it made
her feel like a dirty vagrant for the rest of the day as she was not allowed to
shower until the evening and had to spend the day with the scent of piss drying
into her hair.
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Most of the time Karen’s colleagues were
good masters and, although they made sure she knew her place, they treated her
well. But there were occasions when she was treated badly, sometimes very
violently.
These incidents usually occurred late at
night and involved a hard core of sadistic men who had usually been drinking.
Karen lived in a room in the office building and was forbidden to leave.
Although she lived that way she was rarely lonely as she was often visited at
night by single colleagues who wanted to be with her.
One of the junior employees was with her
late one Friday and was sleeping in her bed having spent the evening fucking
her. Karen was just drifting off to sleep herself when the door burst open. And
four guys burst in, lead by Steve, the very large and often violent boss in the
post room.
‘Fuck off James!’,
He shouted as he removed her lover from her bed and threw him towards the door,
‘she is our bitch tonuight’.
He grabbed Karen and threw her to the bed.
‘Stick your ass in the air!’ he commanded her and as she did he rammed his dick
into her butt. She was dry and not ready for this and a searing pain shot
through her body as he forced his dick into her anus. Normally she liked anal
sex but this was just rape and the pain made her cry.
‘Stop sobbing bitch, you’ve got three more
cocks to take yet’, Steve said as he began to puff and grunt. A few strokes
later he was cumming and as he shot his last wad he
withdrew and she felt another cock in her ass. At least this one was smaller
and Steve’s cum lubricated her so she did not feel as much pain, just when she
began to relax Steve grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her mouth towards
his flaccid dick.
‘Suck your shit of my cock slut!’ he
slurred thrusting his cock into her mouth.
As she sucked the second guy was cumming in her ass. This time it was not a dick that
replaced him but something cold and hard.
‘Look Steve!’, a
voice behind her said, ‘The fucking beer bottle fits in her ass!’.
She felt herself stretched to breaking as the
cold bottle filled her ass.
‘Lets do her pussy
too!’
Karen felt movement under her then a cold
bottle pressed against the entrance to her pussy.
‘No, please don’t!’ she pleaded.
‘Shut up bitch, you are a fucking slave and
you will fucking take it!’ Steve shouted.
It hurt a lot. Not just the pain of her ass
and pussy both being stretched but the pinching of the
membranes that separated the two orifices. She screamed in pain but Steve just
slapped her face.
‘You fucking whore bitch!’ he shouted as
his cock became hard. He was aroused by her pain and was not going to stop yet.
With both bottles now deep in her body
Steve started to slap her back. His accomplices joined in beating her ass and
legs till they were red raw.
‘Let’s turn her over’, one of them
suggested and Karen found herself on her back looking up at her assailants.
They were all smiling as they slapped her around, concentrating their blows on
her breast and face. One of the guys pulled the bottles out of her and replaced
them with his hands, double fisting her with such violence she began to bleed.
‘Please, no!’ she pleaded but they just
responded more violently. They were pulling at her nipples and slapping her
face hard as she begged them to stop. Steve grabbed her hair and once more
shoved his dick in her mouth. Using her hair as reigns he fucked her throat but
was unable to keep his erection. This made him angry and he took it out on her.
He stood on the bed and kicked her hard in the side. As she doubled up in pain
he kicked her again, laughing as she tried to catch her breath. She could not
move as she was held down by the hands in her pussy and ass.
Now the other guy’s
joined in, hitting and kicking her as she lay on the bed. She endured this as best she could, wondering
whether taking this was worth $1 million bucks.
Relief finally came a few minutes later
when she fell unconscious.
‘Fucking hell, I hope we haven’t killed
this one too!’ was the last thing she heard.
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By David Lavenham
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