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The following is adult fiction intended
for legally mature adults to view at their
discretion where and when it is legal to
do so. Similarity to persons, living or
dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved
by the author. Permission is granted to
archive in places where adults can legally
view it free of charge, and as long as no
words are changed, including this disclaimer.
I'd appreciate your comments. I have the rest of this story and a longer
story that I will post if this one is reasonably well received. Part 2 will
follow shortly.
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The man was reclining in his leather chair, puffing away at his cigar as he
studied the two lean dishevelled figures before him. He let the chair drop
forward again as he took the cigar from his mouth and spoke to the pair.
"Samantha, Angela you both know that this sort of behaviour is unacceptable
and contravenes Flambardo's company rules. You are now both guilty of a
serious disciplinary offence after not heeding several verbal warnings. The
company is also more than aware of your prior unreported encounters that went
unpunished."
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An hour before, the two women had been caught by the M.D.s secretary,
fighting like alley cats in the "Upcoming Products" display. Flambardo's
latest range of high-class lingerie had just been put on display, and it was
natural that the company's top two models wanted to see it first. As so many
times before with these two though, neither of them could hide the ill
feeling toward the other. They simply couldn't resist bad mouthing each
other, and as they looked around the display the abuse eventually became
physical. When Miss Locksbridge had walked in on them, Sam was sat astride
Angela.
Samantha, Sam to everyone but the boss, had her skirt riding up her slim,
stockinged legs and the top three buttons of her blouse torn away to expose
the creamy mounds of her unsupported breasts. Angela was in an even worse
state, flailing her legs wildly in an attempt to escape. This inevitably saw
her skirt scrunched around her hips, flashing her black silk panties. She had
lost her blouse entirely and her breasts jiggled uncontrollably as she
battled. They hurled vicious insults at each other, questioned each other's
parentage, ridiculed each other's bodies (though it was difficult to find
real fault with either!) and alleged prolific sexually deviant acts. Sufficed
to say that it wasn't ladylike.
They both froze as the door had clicked shut behind Miss Locksbridge.
Everything stood still for several seconds before Miss Locksbridge indicated
for them to get up. She allowed them to get back into what remained of their
clothing, and led them through the packed offices to Mr Flambardo's office.
Everyone's heads turned to watch the battle scarred models as they went by.
It wasn't so much to see their exposed flesh, though most of the men looked
anyway, it was more like watching the condemned's last walk toward the
unknown. They all knew the history between the girls and that this time was
going to be once too many. One or both of them would be out of the door
before the day was done. It was common knowledge that the boss had some sort
of unique tribunal system to deal with these eventualities, but no-one knew
what it was. Not even those that had been through it, whether they stayed on
or not, ever spoke of exactly what it was. The only thing for sure was that
the girls were about to find out.
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The girls shifted uncomfortably as they realised there was no escaping the
wrath of Mr F.
"We're sorry" Sam said meekly, giving him her best sultry look.
He'd seen it all before and wasn't impressed.
"It's too late to be sorry my dear" he said, rising up out of his chair until
he reached his full height of around six feet four inches. He paced around
behind the girls, looking at their taut asses stretch the tight skirts.
Tears began to appear in the girls' eyes as they realised they could be
finished in modelling if they got sacked, and the reason ever came out.
"You have a choice. You will both be dismissed immediately.......or you can
try to retain your positions by attending a tribunal of my design."
"Oh, please let us try and keep our positions. We love the job and the
company.", pleaded Angela, "We truly are sorry. Let us face the tribunal, I'm
sure we'll show we want to keep our jobs very much."
Mr F headed for his private washroom at the back of his office. He stopped as
he reached the door and turned back to the waiting models.
"It's your choice girls. If you want the tribunal, then sit over there, relax
and have a drink. I'll be back shortly so we can start. If not, please go
directly to personnel and pick up your remaining pay."
The girls looked toward his sofa and table with a water jug and glasses, in
the other corner of the office. As they turned back to look at Mr F, he had
already disappeared into his washroom.
The girls looked at each other a little watery eyed, but still with a certain
vitriolic disdain. They turned and walked defiantly to the sofa and sat as
far apart as the small sofa would allow. The poured their own drinks and
awaited Mr F's return.
Mr F zipped his fly up and headed back toward his office. As he opened the
door again he was pleased to see the girls had decided to go to tribunal.
They were slumped into one another, deeply unconscious under the influence of
the drugs that were in the water. He really did enjoy a good tribunal!
Angela woke first, slowly opening her eyes and blinking at the intrusion of
the light. Regaining her senses a little, she felt padding below her and
realised she was lying on some sort of leather couch. She knew the feeling
of real leather on her skin from her modelling assignments for some of the
more erotic lines they'd had.
'On my skin!' she thought, realising for the first time that she now had only
her panties left on. She pulled herself up to see where she was and why she
was naked. She pulled her head off the couch about 3 inches before finding
that she couldn't get further. Trying to move position so she could try
again, Angela suddenly realised that her whole body was immobilised and she
screamed in horror. There was no noise though, only a muffled sound as the
gag in her mouth did it's job. She thrashed about trying desperately to move,
but in vain. Out of breath from her exertions, she stopped her struggle and
craned her neck to see how it possible that she could be stuck.
She was indeed on a padded couch, with several important additions. Her hands
were strapped together above her head, and attached to the end of the couch.
Each ankle had got it's own strap attached to a couch leg at the bottom,
spreading her wide apart and exposing her most private parts. Across her
shins, lower thighs, waist and shoulders were four wide straps of leather
which held her down while the other's kept her in position. She was hardly
able to move at all except for her head being left free.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a movement, and twisted her head.
Somehow she was not surprised to see Sam in an identical position on a couch
next to her. The only difference was the table was facing in the opposite
direction. She derived some satisfaction from Sam being in trouble too, and
the fact that her enemy was struggling more than she had done, and was in
tears as she did so.
Just as Sam was starting to calm down just a little, a familiar voice echoed
in the room.
"Ah girls you're awake", Mr F boomed over a PA system fitted high in the
ceiling. "Welcome to your tribunal. I am the only judge here and the system
is a simple one. This hearing will be lasting four hours, after which time
you will have either earned the right to stay, or be dismissed after
receiving a punishment. The are only three rules and they are as follows :
1) A person shall be deemed unfit for work if they are found to be
unconscious at any time during the hearing, and they will be dismissed
immediately.
2) The person who achieves the fewest orgasms during the hearing shall be
deemed fit for their job.
3) Refusal to fully participate with the hearing will result in immediate
dismissal.
The girls listened to the rules in slight confusion. How were they going to
be able to cum like this ? Why would they become unconscious during the
hearing ?
A door at one end of the room opened and Ms Locksbridge entered through it.
She walked and stood in between the girls, looking down at their prone
bodies. She gently stroked each of their pussies in turn causing their
nipples to reluctantly become erect. She smiled broadly, noting her handy
work before speaking.
"Ladies, look what you've gotten yourself into. Now at this point most people
have some questions about exactly what Mr F meant by his rules. It's my job
to put it a bit more plainly for you....and also to prepare you.
OK, you're going to be strapped to those beds for four hours, during which
time you will cum many many times. If you pass out due to exhaustion or
pleasure, you're finished. If you both last the four hours, whoever has cum
the most is finished. So the only question you've got now is how are we going
to make you cum ? Well I'll give you a start, and then you'll figure it out
on your own."
With that Mr Locksbridge again began to stroke both stretched pussies with
her expert fingers. She had obviously done this many times, because despite
their fear and humiliation, both Sam and Angela soon became very wet. Their
hips begin to rock slightly under the restraints matching the fingers rhythm.
Once Ms Locksbridge had them wet and horny, she felt for their clits through
the fabric of the sodden panties. She again showed her experience and found
them instantly. Two loud muffled moans could be heard as the girls groaned
into their gags. The young secretary closed her eyes in obvious delight as
she quickly frigged the girls to the edge of orgasm. Her nipples were clearly
visible through her white blouse as she felt both pussies begin to twitch
beneath her.
She gave their clits several final hard grinds and watched as their bodies
tightened completely, watching intently as they both came together. She loved
this bit so much. As the girls moaned, groaned and squirmed their way through
their first orgasm, Miss Locksbridge quickly removed both gags. The room
filled quickly with the sound of subsiding orgasms as she rushed to the door.
She pulled down an electronic board, exactly like a basketball scoreboard and
started the clock counting down from four hours. Before leaving the room, she
clicked a button on either side of the board and a big "1" appeared on each
side.
"When you're both past 10 the panties will come off if they're not already
gone. This tribunal is in session!", Ms Locksbridge shouted before leaving
the room and locking the door behind her.
Both girls lay humiliated, wet with sweat and breathless. Just as they were
recovering enough to think about what had been said (...cum many many
times....you'll figure it out....both past 10...10?!.), they felt the tables
jerk beneath them. The sound of motors could be heard, and the couches
started to move.
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