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The attached work of erotic fiction is intended to be
entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal.  If
it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read.  This is a
copyrighted work.  Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited
without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
excerpts may be posted as part of a review or posted to
free-access, non-commercial archive sights.


   Copyright 2007, 2008, 2009 by J.  Saunders.

   If you are an editor and wish to publish this story
   contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk

   This and other works may be found here:
   /files/Authors/Jill/


Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It may not
be to everyones tastes.



Jill's story - Part 8


In the morning I decide to call in sick, I haven't slept and
despite taking pain killers my nipples are still aching.  I don't
feel like making my way through rush hour, brushing up against
people and risking more pain, so instead I sleep away most of the
day.  In the evening the pain starts to subside, it has been over
24 hours but I keep the patches on, scared of making the pain
worse again.

I wake up Friday having slept very well the night before, I feel
completely refreshed.  My nipples are still very tender but not
painfully so.  I decide to leave the nipple patches on again and
wear a normal cup bra today.  I am sure Steve is eager to get his
hands on me after the past two days which does make me worried.

At the office and Dave is not in, I was hoping to meet with him
about the black device and see what I could see about his
involvement in this whole thing.

In the afternoon as I expected I get a message from Steve, it
doesn't come from a company mailbox but as soon as I see the name
I start worrying.  He says he is not in today but expects me to
dress properly on Monday when he will be back in.  I must wear
panties like the ones I had on in the photos and a skirt so he
can get easy access.  He missed me yesterday and Wednesday and
expects me to make up for it on Monday in full.

I'm not sure what he thinks making up for it entails but I am
just glad that he is not in today.

That night at home I stand naked again in front of the mirror. 
My nipples still covered by the patches, I decide that I will
remove them over the weekend.  My boyfriend has often hinted that
I should getting nipple rings, I have always been adamant that I
never would, luckily he won't be home this weekend.

I am going to have to spin it that I changed my mind and got them
for him because I missed him, which sounds week even to me.  I do
miss him though, the security and simplicity.

On Sunday night I prepare myself to remove the patches, standing
in front of the mirror I work the edges of the patches away from
my skin going carefully around the full circle of my areola. 
They come away easily enough revealing my big nipples with a bar
through each.  It doesn't look bad but I worry about how it will
show.  I must get more subtle bars I think, these ones stick out
too far on either side of the nipple.

On Monday morning I get dressed in a skirt and pull on my present
from Peter, the split panties, underneath.  I hesitate but then
put on one of my new mini cup bras, hoping to appease Steve with
it, even though my nipples are sticking over the top of the cups
and show all too well through the blouse, especially now with
their piercings - they are never less than semi erect now. 
Looking myself over in a full length mirror, I have to admit that
I do look good in the half cup bra with my tits pressing against
the blouse material.  I can see my nipples and the piercing but
it is not too obvious I think, I hope.

On the way to work men study my chest a little more than usual,
they are probably trying to decide if my nipples are a strange
shape.

At work I see Dave is in, I apologise to him for missing our
meeting last week and we arrange to meet later in the morning. 
The time comes and I go over to Dave's desk and pull up a chair
next to him so I can see his monitor.

Dave takes me through the code he has been working on, explaining
what he has done with reference to the documentation.  There is
not the slightest hint of an alternative motivation or carnal
knowledge in his manner or voice while he is explaining and
showing me the code.  I can't understand it, he must be involved
surely?  After all the camera, as I am sure the black device is,
is on his desk and connected to his computer.  Then he shows me
that he is talking to the device using TCP/IP, oh I think, then
the device is in fact connected directly to the network, I ask
him and he confirms it is on the LAN.  Hmm I think, and I start
paying more attention to his code and explanations.  It looks
like what he is doing is simple enough, I can't see anything
wrong with it.  We break for lunch, Dave suggests we grab a
sandwich together, I think here it comes.  We head down the
elevator and out to a café, I am waiting expectantly but all I
get from Dave is small talk.  On our way back it has got a 
little windy outside and I have left my jacket at my desk.  
My nipples stiffen in the breeze, it feels a little strange 
with the bars through the nipples, I glance down quickly and 
see the protruding bars have become more evident now on either 
side of each nipple, I fold my arm over my tits obscuring the nipples.
Back at Dave's desk and there has still been absolutely no hint
of anything extra-work from him so I decide to ask some pointed
questions and draw him out.  I ask him if he has a full list of
the functions available through the device, he says he does and
shows me a document which claims to be a full list.  I reach out
and pick up the device, brushing his arm with my breast and
nipple by mistake as I do.  My nipple immediately hardens from
the stimulation of the bar and only a thin blouse covering
against Dave's arm.  Dave's arm stiffens slightly at that, maybe
he felt the hardness of the nipple or the bar.  He doesn't show
any other reaction to me picking up the device.  I turn it over
and examine it closely, I can make out that the covering is
translucent and I think I see what looks like a camera lens in
the darkness behind the cover.  There is nothing extraordinary
about it otherwise, I look for something on the desk I could put
it behind so that there would be no line of sight to my desk, 
but Dave is tidy and the spot that I picked it up from is the 
only obvious spot for it so I put it back down there.  This time I
purposefully brush my nipple along his arm and linger for a
moment with my arm stretched out, I know he can see down my top
from his angle and sure enough he looks.  I see surprise register
in his face and he looks away quickly, he doesn't know I was
watching closely and I don't make it obvious.  I am not buying
his innocent façade, so I bait him further by asking if he has
run any network diagnostic tools on the device, without
hesitation he says no, he didn't think to, I suggest we do and
Dave thinks it's a good idea.  I am surprised that he is ok with
this, I am sure that the device must be sending video via the
network link and Dave must be aware of that, we will surely see
this if we scan it.  We speak to Matt and get authorisation to
install network scanning software and scan the device, Ben from 
IT security comes and installs the software for us on Dave's machine 
with his Administrator privileges.  We scan the IP address that Dave has
for the device for open ports and only see the documented port
open.  There is not much traffic on that port which we discover
by sniffing packets, in fact all we see is the traffic we
generate to and from the device.  I am excepting more, video
stream traffic would be constant and large.  Dave doesn't seem to
know what I am looking for.  Maybe the video stream is off or it
stores the video?  The device would need to have a lot of memory
to store any length of video I think.  Then I think, maybe the
video traffic is on a different IP and Dave knows that so he is
not worried about sniffing the packets on the known IP.  This
will surely bring Dave out I think, I say "lets sniff all packets
to the MAC address of the device", Dave thinks that's a good idea
and starts configuring the software.  Now I am amazed, maybe there is no
video stream.  Dave executes the sniffing scan on the MAC
address, suddenly his monitor is very active with hundreds of
packets picked up on the devices MAC address.  Dave is surprised,
he looks at me, then he curses the device support people and says
they must have left some other configuration on the device, they
have wasted his time.  Hmm, either Dave is a very good actor or
he has no idea that the device also has a camera, and hence no
idea of my situation.

Suddenly I feel sorry that I suspected Dave, I knew he was a
genuine guy and I haven't been friendly at all to him since I
found the source of the photos that Steve had.
It is too late for Dave to contact the support people today, he
says he will do so in the morning.  I will be very interested to
know what they have to say about what we found!

I go back to my desk to pack up for the day, feeling like I
should make up my behaviour towards Dave.  Checking my messages I
see I have a message from Steve as expected, he says he will see
me in the lobby.  I say bye to Dave and head down with a fair bit
of trepidation, what will Steve want.  I go to the back of the
lobby and Steve is in the usual booth, I go in closing the door
behind me.  Steve has a smile on his face, looks like he is in a
good mood, he is sitting in the chair and before I even sit down
he sticks his hand up under my skirt and two fingers straight
through the gash in the panties and into my pussy.  "Moist and
warm" he says, "just the way I like it", I can't sit now with his
hand there so I stand while he pumps his fingers in and out
slowly and looks at me.  He looks down at my nipples, his smile
broadens.  "nice" he says and plucks at a nipple and bar through
my blouse, I quickly cover them with my hands and say angrily
 that they are still tender.  He smiles even more, still pumping
his fingers in and out of my pussy, I can feel how slick it is
becoming from the manipulation.  He pulls his fingers out and
pushes me back, bum towards the desk, I sit on it.  He lifts my
skirt up and bunches it around my waist then spreading my legs he
goes down on my pussy which is squeezing through the gash in the
panties.  I feel his tongue running up and down the whole length
of my slit.  Then his two fingers are also inside my pussy,
pumping in and out.  Pleasure is building inside me and starting
to wash over my senses even as I fight it.  The thumb on the hand
pumping in and out of my pussy finds my asshole and pushes its
way in, the wetness running from my pussy providing ample
lubrication it seems.  Then he is pumping his fingers and thumb
together in and out of my pussy and asshole while his tongue
carries on running up and down my slit and weaving from side to
side.  My body cannot remain unresponsive under his assault, I grab his head
and pull it to my crotch, pushing his tongue harder against my
slit.  Next thing I feel the fingers are not pumping my pussy
anymore, he has moved the two fingers to my asshole, they are
pushed in and he starts pumping that.  My body doesn't care which
holes anymore as long as he doesn't stop.  It's the tongue that
drives me to become this lustful animal, he seems to have a wand
on the end of it which delivers pure pleasure straight to my
clit.  The fingers pushing into my asshole seem to grow bigger,
he must have three fingers pumping in there now.  He pushes my
upper body back with his free hand until I am pressed against the
partition with my shoulders, I hang onto his head grinding my
pussy into his mouth trying to make them one.  Then I explode
with a huge climax rolling over me as his tongue munches my pussy
and his fingers pump my asshole, I can't tell where the pleasure
is coming from.  I feel him lift off my pussy, my grasp on his head
having eased as my climax starts to subside, I am lying with my
eyes closed trying to ignore the fact that I just had an amazing
climax delivered by a man I hate.  Next moment I feel something
big against my asshole, pushing at it, then it is in and sliding
deep up my virgin hole.  My eye snap open, as Steve slams his
dick home deep in my asshole and his hips meet my cheeks.   He
pulls out a bit and then plunges back in, and pumps my ass.  His
fingers have done their work and made my assholes wide enough and
relaxed so that he could get his dick in without any difficulty.
I can't believe a man is pumping my asshole, I swore I would
never let anyone ever do that.  Steve pumps my asshole faster
now, I am shocked that I am getting pleasure from having my
asshole pumped.  I can't believe how degraded I have become. 
After just a few more pumps Steve tenses and shoves his dick in
deep as he climaxes.  Finally after a few seconds and some shuddering
his dick slips out.  He says "Yes, that made up for last week
nicely." and pulls up his pants.  He opens the door and walks
away without as much as a wave, I quickly sit up and pull the
door closed to cover the slippery scene.  I brush down my skirt
and think what a state I must look.  Straightening my clothes as
best I can, I check my hair and then head out, avoiding looking
at anyone as I go.  I make it out the main door of the building
quickly and head home as fast as I can.

To be continued.

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