M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 5

      I went to the company pharmacy on my way home to pick up my birth control
pills and to sign the paperwork for whatever it was HR wanted. When I arrived,
Jackie, the pharmacist, told me that Gina was waiting for me in her office. I
went to her office, knocked, and was invited in. Gina was sitting behind her
desk. She invited me to sit down.

      "Well, well, aren't we becoming quite the little slut," she said as she
looked me up and down. "Hank has said you are turning into a real piece of work
but that a little help would speed the process."

      I blushed at the thought she and Hank were discussing what we did and
blurted out, "What do you mean, help?"

      "A couple of things. First I have these for you. They are a set of four
butt plugs, each one a size larger then the preceding one. Hank says your ass
is way too tight and it has to be stretched. You are to start with the smallest
and wear it during your waking hours for a week. Then the following week you
will move up to the next largest and so on until you can wear the largest. You
will then wear that one every other day for as long as you are Hank's slut."

      "But I only have another 10 days of being his slut," I replied.

      "Well, I think you had better discuss that with Hank. I am just doing as
I am told. But just for your information, Hank kept his last slut for nearly
three years."

      "But he promised... I don't...," I stuttered.

      "It don't mean a thing to me bitch. Now I am going to give you some pills
that I got from a source in South America. They are perfectly safe but they are
not legal here. Basically they are a mixture of BVH, Monogyilpate, and
Octavite3. The Monogyilpate will cause your pussy to be constantly excreting
lubricant, whether or not you are aroused. The Octavite3, which is generally
used in the cattle breeding industry, causes a minor irritation of the vagina
which makes it feel like you want to scratch the inside of your pussy. It is
very annoying but putting a dildo or cock in your pussy will get you some
relief. The BVH will increase the size or your breasts and the sensitivity of
your nipples and may even cause a bit of milk production. In short, you will be
craving something, or anything, to be shoved in that cunt of your's."

      "Ok you dumb broad," I thought to myself, "if you think I am going to
take those pills your crazy."

      As if she read my mind, she said, "And you will come in here and give us
a urine sample every Friday. I will analyze it and report the results to Mr.
Washington. Each of the drugs in the pills have a signature trace which will
tell us how many pills you have taken that week. You take the pills each time
you take your birth control pill. When is your period due?"

      "I took my last pill this morning for this cycle so my period should
start tomorrow or the next day," I replied.

      "OK, I'll let Mr. Washington know. He has to go to California for a week
so he will want to go while your flowing. But I want you down here every day
while your flowing. You see, my period started this morning and I am going to
teach you how to lap up that flow."

      Dumbfounded, I picked up my pills, both sets, and left for home. I
couldn't go through with this. My god, it was bad enough that I had to kiss her
pussy, now she wants me to do it when she has her period. The thought of it
nearly made me throw up. Somehow I got through the next day. My flow began
about noon. and found myself in Gina's office after work. She let me in, locked
her door, and turned to me with a leer, "Well slut, are you ready for this?"

      "Please, don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this,
please," I begged.

      Gina just smiled, pulled up her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing
anything under her skirt. I could see the string from a tampon peeking out
between her lips. She went over to her chair, sat down and motioned me over.
"Get on your knees slut. I want you to get hold of that little string and pull
that plug out so you can drink my sweet flow."

      I did the best I could. I got between her legs and bent to the task. The
odor was overpowering and that got my stomach churning. I finally got the
string in my mouth, bit down on it and pulled. The bloody tampon released with
a "plop" and swung down and smacked against my throat. It was more then I could
bear and I began to retch, finally losing my lunch between Gina's feet.

      "You god damm stupid bitch. Look what you did to my carpet!," Gina
screamed as she shoved her chair back. I will see you pay for this. Now get the
fuck out of here."

      I left without looking back, thankful that I didn't have to finish
licking her flow but also knowing that I had made an enemy I did not need at
this time. The following morning I studied the butt plugs with interest, and
then remembering Mr. Washington would be out of town, decided not to wear it. I
got to the office and about ten minutes later I heard a voice. It was Mr.
Washington. He instructed me to lift my skirt, bend over and spread my cheeks
so he could see the butt plug.

      "I don't, I mean, where are you?," I stammered.

      "I am in San Deigo. But I can see you very clearly on the video
conference equipment. Now let me see that butt plug!"

      "Ahh, well I, you," I stammered as I tried to think of an excuse. Not
only did I not wear the butt plug, I was wearing panties because of my period.
I did as I was instructed and Mr. Washington's voice literally exploded from
the hidden speakers.

      "You fucking little tramp. I leave town and you think you can do whatever
the hell pleases you? I want you in my office first thing Monday morning. I can
promise you that you will not forget to follow instructions in the future!"

      The following Sunday I took my first special pill. I was glad it was a
Sunday so I could see what effect it would have. To my great relief, the only
effect the pill had was to cause a very slight increase in the excretions from
my cunt. And that may have been due to the fact my period was just over. I had
been wearing the small butt plug each day as instructed. For some reason, I
even wore it on the weekend. I noticed now that when I walked, it was beginning
to get loose and at times I had to contract my ass muscles to keep it from
falling out. Tomorrow I would have to use the next bigger size.

      Monday came all to soon. After I showered, I got the next bigger butt
plug out and after covering it with KY jelly, I bent over and tried to push it
into my ass. While it was quite a bit bigger then the first one, I was
surprised at the relative ease with which I was able to insert it. I walked
around a bit, and besides from feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, the
discomfort was bearable. Once again I wiped my thighs as the excretions from my
pussy seemed to have increased. Most likely the pill.

      I took my pills, dressed in my now familiar slut style and went to work.
As instructed, I went right to Mr. Washington's office.

      "Well if it isn't my disobedient tramp. What do you have to say for
your'self?"

      I decided that I had better not try and make an excuse so I just said,
"No Sir. I just didn't think."

      "Well I am going to give you a little lesson in memory control. Get out
of those clothes."

      As I took off my clothes, Mr. Washington put a small gym bag on his desk.
He opened it and took out some strange looking items. He then told me to get
over by the bathroom door (he has his own private one in his office). When I
got over there, he came up to me and told me to put my hands out in front of
me. Only then did I notice he had a pair of handcuffs in his hands. He locked
my hands in place and then attached a rope to the small chain between the
cuffs. As he reached up I noticed a hook above the door. He placed the rope in
the hook and hauled my hands up until I was standing on my tiptoes. He then
tied the other end of the rope to the door knob, keeping me hanging by my
wrists.

      "Even though the office is sound proof, I think your screams would still
be heard" he said as he approached me from behind. "Open your mouth," he
instructed.

      When I opened my mouth, I felt a large rubber object being forced into
it. I realized that it was a short, but fat rubber dildo. I felt Mr. Washington
pull some straps against the back of my head and then step away. I tried to say
something but only an soft mumble escaped. Then I saw Mr. Washington approach
from his desk. I looked at what he was holding in his hand and the fear welled
up in me and I began to sob and try to plead with him, my body racking and
struggling against the cuffs.

      "I am sure that you will remember this day my slut." he said as he
approached me with a limber piece of what looked like bamboo that was about 4
feet long. The way he was swishing it through the air I had no doubt that he
intended to beat me with it. He approached me and reached out with his free
hand and stroked my ass and then sort of wiggled the butt plug. He kept that up
for a few minutes then reached around to my cunt and ran his finger up and down
my slit, pausing to rub my clit. At the same time he began to brush my ass with
the stick he held in his other hand. In spite of my fear and awkward position,
I felt myself getting turned on. And I began to feel a strange sensation inside
my cunt and I realized the pill was beginning to create the itch. If it didn't
get any worse then it was now, it would not be a factor. Soon my hips were
bucking in that dead giveaway ritual that an orgasm was building.

      "Ahh, I see the slut is liking this," he said as he suddenly thrust his
finger deep into my cunt, nearly touching my cervix. "And I see you are soping
wet too."

      With that he withdrew his finger and said, "Now you are about to learn
that pain can sometimes bring pleasure. I am going to beat that pretty ass of
your's until it is a mass of welts. I wouldn't be suprised if you come while I
beat you."

      "Oommm, aafhhh," I tried to talk but could only make plaintive sounds. I
saw him raise his arm then in an instant I felt the most intense pain I have
ever felt. I screamed at the top of my lungs but only a gurgle of sound came
from me. Before I had a chance to catch a breath, the next blow fell. I lost
count of how many times he beat me. I think it was about fifty. And he was
wrong. The pain was so intense that I did not come. After he stopped, he
approached me again and jerked the butt plug out of my ass. Then I felt his
cock pushing into me. This only increased my pain. My ass cheeks were on fire
from the beating and now my ass was being stretched beyond tolerance. My mouth
was full of saliva and everytime I tried to swallow, the head of the rubber
didldo would start down my throat, causing me to gag.

      He reached around me and held me tight against him as he moved his cock
in and out of my ass. He had only opened his fly and the rough fabric of his
trousers rubbing against my raw flesh made each contact feel like a brush with
fire. His hand strayed down and began to rub my clit and then sink into my cunt
and then back to my clit. Soon he was in a rythm, rubbing my clit as he pulled
out of my ass and then stabbing his finger in my cunt as he slammed his cock in
my ass. The twin probings again brought me near orgasm and as I felt his cock
jerk in my ass, I came on his finger.

      After he pulled his cock from my ass I was made to lick it clean as well
as cleaning his fingers with my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the amount of my
juice on his fingers. My thighs were slick with both my own juices and Mr.
Washington's cum. As I dressed, I noticed that the foul mixture was clearly
visible below the hem of my skirt. I reached for a tissue to clean myself
before I returned to my office but Mr. Washington slapped my hand and reminded
me that he did not permit sluts to use his office as a washroom.

      I left his office, and hurried back to my office. And, strange as it
seemed, I got turned on by the thoughts of my co-workers staring at me and, I
am sure, smelling me. God, what is happening to me. Not only have I become a
slut, I am actually getting a sick thrill from showing my co-workers that I am
a slut. I am sick.

      I had to get a trash bag and put some ice from the cafeteria in it and
then sit on it most of the afternoon. Even then, my ass felt like it was on
fire. About two in the afternnon my pussy was also on fire with that damm drug
induced itch. I couldn't stand it any longer so I grabbed the dildo out of my
desk drawer and rammed it as deep into my cunt as I could. As I sawed it in an
out, the juices flowing out onto my hands, Mr. Washington's voice boomed from
the speakers.

      "Trying to satisfy that itch are we? Well, don't worry. I have a special
treat for you that will help. Meet me in the parking lot at 5."

      Humiliated by being seen mastubating, I was, nonetheless, excited about
what was going to happen at 5. As I continued to slam the artifical cock into
my soaked pussy, I couldn't help thinking about black cocks. Oh how I hoped I
would have one in my cunt soon. If I could wait that long.


                                To be continued.