Service Girl
                                  Part 3 of 4
                                by Marlboro Man

      The next thing that we decided to regulate was the time when a given
cocksucker girl was allowed to masturbate.  Since sex is pretty much these
girls' entire lives, it's not surprising that most of the free time they have
in their rooms is spent with their fingers up their cunts.

      After a full day of providing sexual satisfaction to the entire division
without getting any relief for themselves -- masturbation while on duty being
strictly prohibited -- a cocksucker girl usually finds it difficult to even
wait until they are locked into their rooms for the night before they start to
frig themselves.  The matrons are forever having to stop the girls from
fingering their pussy lips in the shower or rubbing their clits while using the
toilet.

      We decided early on to take advantage of this situation, and so we
equipped all of the cocksucker girls' rooms with a number of hidden video
surveillance cameras, making each room a kind of mini TV studio. The cameras
are all focussed on the girl's bed, and we get a number of different angles and
views.

      These hidden cameras have provided us with many hours of tape of girl
after girl lying on their beds with their thighs spread wide apart and their
fingers rubbing furiously over their greasy, slippery clits. The reason that
the girls have no blankets or top sheets on their beds was that we found that
these coverings only blocked our views of the cocksucker girls pleasuring
themselves.  Needless to say, since the dorm beds now only have bottom sheets,
there is nothing to prevent us from getting a good close-up view of the girls'
slit-rubbing.

      Once we edited a month's worth of surveillance tapes down to the best
hour and a half and sold it to a west coast adult video distributor who sold it
under the title "Captive Cunts". It sold pretty well. Maybe you've seen a copy.

      Anyway, we instructed the matrons that the cocksucker girls on duty were
no longer permitted to masturbate in the dorm.  To ensure this the girls were
to be strapped down to their beds at night, and were to be more carefully
watched when they used the toilet and showered to make sure that their hands
did not come in contact with their cunts at all.  At the suggestion of one of
the matrons we also ordered that the legs of the girls be tied down with their
thighs spread as far apart as possible.  Apparantly it's possible for a girl
who is horny enough to make herself cum by rubbing her thighs together, or by
clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles.  Keeping the thighs far apart
prevents this kind of relief, the matron assured us with an evil glint in her
eye.

      The girls were not, however, forbidden from masturbating at all.  We
alloted each cocksucker girl a carefully controlled ration of weekly orgasms.
The office manager set up a "jill" room where the girls could go to relieve
their sexual frustration once a day.  It had a large puffy sofa, soft lighting,
an assortment of adult magazines, a large screen TV hooked up to a VCR that
constantly ran tapes of teenage girls jerking off and getting fucked, and a
cabinet full of dildoes, sex toys, vibrators and lubricant.

      It was a masturbator's wet dream, and every one of our horny cocksucker
girl's was allowed, and even expected, to use it daily.  The girls were allowed
a base number of five orgasms per week, with the number increasing with the
number of blowjobs she performs.  For every 50 cocks she sucked, she would be
allowed one additional masturbation session.  This gave the girls an additional
incentive to be attentive to their work.

      The thing that made this set-up especially fun for us was that the girls
were required to ask for permission to use the room.  If they wanted to frig
their cunts, they had to first sign up on a clipboard hanging on the bulletin
board in the cafeteria indicating that they wanted permission to masturbate.

      It became an informal office sport to watch a girl approach the sign-up
sheet and nervously write down her name, blushing heavily because she knew that
everyone in the cafeteria was watching her, and that they all knew exactly what
she was asking for.  Some girls would chicken out before signing up, and we
would all laugh and jeer at her as she made her tearful retreat down the hall.
Eventually, however, they all came back -- the need to pound their clits being
stronger than their humiliation.

      The room was available only in 20 minute time slots, and the girls were
paged over the public address system when their reserved time began.  The
system was that the 20 minutes would begin at the time of the page, so that the
cocksucker girl would have to quickly finish up whatever (or whoever) she was
doing, and race over to the room before her time expired.  Naturally we placed
the room in a very inaccessible location so that we could watch the girls as
they raced down the hallway, frantic to jerk themselves off.  Sometimes we
would clap and cheer as they sped along, making them blush even more with
embarrassment.

      It was always fun to arrange with the office manager to have a girl's
page announced just as she was kneeling down to begin sucking your cock.
Desperate to leave the room, she would begin a frenetic sucking and jerking
session to try to get you to finish up as quickly as possible so she could
masturbate her throbbing clit.  Those were always great and sloppy, if rushed,
blowjobs.

      Our office cocksucker system had been running along just fine for around
three years when we first encountered the Service Girl that I really wanted to
tell you about.  Just over a year ago I noticed that the cocksucker girl for
our division had a real attitude problem.

      She was a good cocksucker, there was no question about it.  She could
whip your cock with her tongue like an expert.  The female execs also told me
that she had a particularly talented mouth for pussy-eating. The problem was
that she always had this sort of condescending look on her face, like she was
looking down on us.  After she sucked you off, you could tell that she was
thinking that you were some dirty old man who had no control over his sexual
appetite.  Like, just because you wanted to cum in some young sluts mouth once
a day, you were a pervert of some kind.

      Well, I checked out the jill-off room logbook and the surveillance tapes
of her room and found out that she masturbated just about as much as any other
cocksucker girl -- maybe even more so.  This little bitch was making us all
feel like shit for needing regular sexual release while she was getting her box
off like clockwork!

      After she had pissed off enough of us we talked to the office manager
about it.  Her attitude was causing a disruption in the workplace which he
would not tolerate.  We agreed on a plan for revenge.

      The first thing we decided to do was to put the girl through a total
sexual withdrawal.  She would not be allowed to masturbate in her room, or on
duty, and would not be allowed visiting rights to the jill-off room.

      We would break her.  We would make this cunt *beg* us to let her cum.

      And then we would punish her for her insolence.

      For the first few days I didn't notice much of a difference in the
behavior or performance of our haughty little cocksucker girl.  Then after
around one week of enforced abstinance the effects of sexual withdrawal began
to appear.

      The girl became tense and impatient.  Her sucking began to appear
frantic, as if she was trying to absorb the sexual pleasure of whomever she was
blowing.  She became even more distracted than usual and frequently forgot
where she was.  While cocksucking she picked up the habit of rubbing her cunt
through her skirt.  Whoever she was with always careful to pull the cocksucker
girl's arms behind her to prevent any chance of her reaching orgasm.  After a
while we had to assign one of the matrons to follow her on her daily rounds to
keep a closer eye on her wandering fingers.

      Finally, one day, after licking my cum off her lips she looked up at me
with a tear in the corner of her eye and asked me to let her make herself cum.
She said this in a frightened whisper and was clearly humiliated and mortified
at herself for asking.  What a change in attitude!

      I just chuckled and leaned back in my chair.  "Did you hear that?" I
asked the matron standing outside in a loud voice. "This little slut wants to
cum!"  The cocksucker girl turned a deep red and hung her head in shame before
me.

      We had already made plans for such an eventuality.  The matron and I led
the now weeping girl to the conference room where we strapped her into an
armchair -- her thighs carefully tied far apart exposing her cunt, which
throbbed and oozed juices beneath her thin silk panties. Her arms were tied to
the side of the chair by thick leather straps.

      We pointed her chair towards the large video presentation screen and
started the VCR.  The office manager had set up our compilation tape of
cocksucker girls masturbating in their rooms.  This tape ran a full six hours
and featured the best of several years worth of horny little cumdrinkers
pounding their cunts to orgasm after orgasm.  We turned the volume up loud,
lowered the lights and left her alone for the rest of the day.  When we came
back at 5:00 she was staring at the screen in a trance-like daze.  Spittle was
dripping from her mouth and we could see (and smell) the copious arousal juices
that had flowed from her swollen cunt, soaking the seat cushion that she was
sitting on.  Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding from the
unrelenting sexual frustration that radiated from her crotch.

      We turned off the tape and sat down before her.  She looked at us with
tears flowing down her rosy cheeks and begged us to let her cum. I wish we had
taped her pleas -- they were really arousing.  This delicate young thing was
literally begging us to let her frig her pussy. She was making all kinds of
promises to get us to relent.

      By the end she had agreed to give up any and all payment for her time as
a cocksucker girl; she had agreed to stay on for a full year and to be a
complete sexual slave to us -- which would include full access to her cunt and
ass, 24 hours a day, seven days a week; and she had agreed to sign a waiver
giving the firm complete control over her body.

      This last item was of particular interest to the office manager. For a
long time he had been wanting to try out a new series of psycho-active drugs
and surgical procedures on the girls, but their contracts had "no-damage"
clauses in them which kept the firm from causing permanent physical changes to
our fleet of cocksucker girls.

      In the months ahead this girl would receive injections of newly developed
experimental drugs, be fucked brutally and repeatedly by our executives and
their guests at all hours of the day and night, and have her body surgically
and permanently altered.

      But for now, she was still in her chair, trembling at what she had agreed
to, but trembling even more with red-hot sexual desire.  She was ready to tear
off her clothes and fuck every member of the firm to within an inch of their
lives.

      And she would have too.

      Except, just before we untied her, the office manager leaned forward with
a small syringe and gave her an injection just above her mons venus. She gave a
small whimper at the sting of the needle but, after all, we now owned her body
and she had no real say in the matter.  When her arms were freed she ripped off
her panties and splayed her legs even farther apart directly in front of the
small crowd that had gathered before her. She no longer cared who watched --
she had no shame.  There was so much cunt-juice dripping from her pussy that
her fingers made loud squishing noises as she thrashed them back and forth over
her swollen clit and vaginal lips, and thrust them deep inside her cuntal
canal.

      We watched her gleefully, knowing what would happen next.  Her frigging
became more and more frantic, and she opened her eyes in a panic and stared at
us with wide eyes that screamed "What have you done to me?!" With animal-like
grunts she rubbed and thrust and slapped at her cunt, but to no avail.  All
feeling had by now faded from her entire genital region.  The nerve-blocker she
had received had done its job.  She might as well have been using a staple-gun
on her pussy lips.  There would be no feeling, either pleasure or pain, from
her clit, her vagina, her asshole or her outer or inner lips. The injection
also blocked sexual responses from her tits.

      She was dead sexually.  And yet, the desire for sexual release was still
there, and was just as strong.  Only now there would be no way for her to
scratch her lustful itch.  We laughed at the little horny slut before us as she
clawed desperately at her cuntal lips and clit.  We eventually had to re-tie
her arms to the chair to keep her from damaging her genitals with her frantic
but futile rubbing.  I suppose that I could have told her that the
nerve-blocker was only temporary, and that the effects would wear off in a few
days, but the look of total despair that was on her face was just too arousing.

      This little whore, who had been drinking our cum for the past three
months, and whose sexual urgency had been fanned to a white-hot flame, now
thought that she had been permanently sexually neutered, and that she had
signed her life away for a sexual release that would never come. She looked at
each of us with pleading pitiful eyes, but this only aroused us all the more.
We lined up and, one by one, all the men in the room received one more
cocksucking from our the bitch who we now owned.

      Afterwards, the office manager re-started the VCR and we left our poor
little cocksucker girl, whimpering and alone with her thoughts until the next
morning.