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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Lucy's Probationary Meeting by JJ (lucy236@hotmail.com) *** New to the company and desperate to keep her job, Lucy Janner discovers that she must endure a terrible ordeal to satisfy her dominant female boss... whether she wants to or not. (FF, dom, nc, rp, bd, work) *** It had been a long Friday. Lucy had been working hard, ensuring that her weekly tasks were finished. She had only been with this company, 'Fem 2 Fem Productions', for a few weeks so she was keen to impress. At 6:00pm she'd be having her Probationary Review meeting with the boss, which would decide whether she'd still have a job on Monday or not. Lucy's life had been pretty crap lately so she really needed something good to happen today. Since leaving college she'd joined a graphic design agency, which initially looked promising but a company reorganization had left her out of work without any kind of payout. Within a few months, she was still without work and had emptied her savings account trying to keep up with the rent. Despite her beauty, Lucy was shy, and had not had many long-term boyfriends before Max appeared. She felt safe with him and he helped her with the rent. Despite making plans for a great future together, it all fell apart drastically one hellish day last summer, when her new credit card had been rejected. Max had disappeared, racking up extensive debts on her credit cards, in her name. Soon to be 23, she was financially ruined. She thought about going home but was so ashamed. She felt desperately alone. And with the rent soon overdue, she was almost without a home. The job at 'Fem 2 Fem' had been a chance sighting: a discreet job advertisement in a discarded magazine. While not sexually adventurous, Lucy had remained unfazed during her initial interview when the boss, Diane, explained the peculiarities of the job and the company. It would require her to be part of a hard-working all- woman team, specializing in very sexually-explicit material and products: "sex product designed for women by women". She would need to conform to the company's 'smart and sexy' dress code, which was key to the company's image -- "Imagine how our customers would feel if they found out we wore old clothes and looked drab," Diane explained. The job would also require Lucy to be very secretive about her work outside of the company. Yet despite all this, Lucy was not put off. She was desperate, the money was good, and she figured it might be a lot of fun. They even gave her a cash advance and a place to stay while she got her life back together. 5:50pm. Lucy made for the restroom. She didn't want to fail on the one thing she could control: her adherence to the dress code. While carefully applying her pale red lipstick, she couldn't help but notice her 5'6" slender frame in the tall restroom mirror. She turned a little to the side and checked herself from the ground up. Her 4" black high heeled shoes accentuated her slim legs, which were wrapped in sheer black nylon stockings. Her short black skirt barely concealed her stocking tops and the black garter belt straps that clasped them. She had worn a cute black satin thong and bra -- the latter giving some uplift to her creamy 32C breasts. She undid the top two buttons of her white blouse, and swept her brown hair behind her head, fixing it in place with a hairgrip. She teased a couple of strands free so they could fall freely across her young face, and applied some lip gloss to emphasize her lips. Smart and sexy. That should do the trick. A loud knock. Diane looked up at her office clock, then over at the door. "Come in." "Hi, Miss King. Am I too early?" Lucy said, as she nervously opened the door. "Not at all. Come in and take a seat. I've just got to write down a few more things and I'll be ready." Diane continued writing. Lucy sat down on the soft leather sofa in front of Diane's large oak desk. As she sunk into the leather, her short black skirt rode up, exposing her creamy thighs and stocking tops. Although comfortable, she felt a little vulnerable. Lucy looked up at her boss, watching her write. She'd often noticed Diane's long bright red painted nails. Like claws, they seemed to add to her presence around the office. Lucy had always found Diane approachable, but she had also seen a few of the girls receive the full effect of her wrath. Diane was not someone to upset. Diane's shoulder-length dark, reddish-brown hair and gold hoop earrings framed her beautiful yet stern face. Her thick black mascara and bright red lipstick added a sassy dimension. The girls in the office had speculated that Diane was in her early 40s, but no one knew for sure. Her slim 5'8" figure and youthful dress sense made it had to work out. Diane wore a smart black jacket and matching short skirt. Her white silk blouse had a slightly transparent striped pattern, which did little to hide the black bra supporting her 34DD breasts. The top few buttons were undone, revealing some cleavage, and an expensive pearl necklace hung low across her bosom. It was well known in the company that Diane only ever wore fully- fashioned stockings. Today she had on tan stockings, and a pair of 6" black and white high heeled shoes. "Thank you for staying so late," Diane said, "I've had a lot of crap to deal with today." "That's OK," Lucy replied. Diane closed her book and pushed it to one side. She reached down to her desk drawer and pulled out a file and opened it on her desk. "Miss Janner," she said, thinking aloud, while visually scanning the file's contents. She paused, then looked straight at Lucy without any warmth nor coldness on her face. Lucy shifted uneasily on the sofa. "You've been with us for 3 weeks. How do you think you've done?" Lucy thought for a moment, then answered with a little uncertainty in her voice. "Fine, I think. I really love the work and I've kept on top of it. The girls in the office are all really nice and I enjoy working with them. I think they like me." "They do," Diane said, still without emotion. "What about the nature of the work? What have you been working on?" "I been redesigning the DVD covers for the 'Latex Lesbians' range. I've done about 7 of them." "That's good progress. What do you think of them?" Lucy was a little unsure. "Do you mean the DVD covers or the actual DVDs?" Diane paused but did not look away. "Tell me about... the DVDs." Lucy wasn't expecting that. "I, er. Well..." she stumbled, "I decided to watch three 5-minute sections of each film so that I could, well, find some suitable source material for the covers." Diane nodded. "Go on." "Well, I wanted to get a feel for the different types of things on the DVDs so that I could reflect those different things on the covers." Diane said nothing. "Was that OK?" Lucy said, trying to qualify her answer. She was worried she'd said the wrong thing. Diane reached down to her desk drawer and produced a half-full bottle and two tumblers. She filled the tumblers, picked them up and walked around to the front of the desk. She sat back on the edge desk. Diane was now just a few feet from Lucy, and looked down on the nervous girl. Diane smiled. "Look, I'm sorry. It's been a really shitty day so I probably seem a little 'off' at the moment. It's not your fault at all. I don't want you to be nervous." "Here, please have a drink. It'll help you relax," Diane said, offering Lucy one of the tumblers. Lucy took the tumbler then cautiously took a sip. Almost instantly she shuddered. Diane giggled. "You've not tasted this whiskey before, have you? It's an acquired taste. The best thing to do is to knock it back quickly without thinking about it." Lucy smiled at Diane, then looked at the tumbler. She gulped it down quickly, then shuddered again. Diane giggled once more and offered her the second tumbler. "Have another." Lucy looked unsure. "It's OK. You're very tense and, besides, I'm on a course of tablets at the moment so I shouldn't be drinking." Thanking Diane, Lucy quickly knocked back its contents. It tasted better than the first. "I've got to go and get something. I won't be long," Diane said, walking to the doorway. "Please sit back and relax." She closed the door behind her, leaving Lucy alone in her office. The young girl felt the cool whiskey inside her and a warm glow across her face. She relaxed into the soft leather sofa and closed her eyes. Diane strode purposefully along the empty corridor. Everyone else had gone home at least one hour ago. Upon reaching a locked room, she produced a small bunch of keys from her jacket pocket. She unlocked the door, entered and closed it behind her. She slowly approached one of the paintings on the far wall -- an abstract oil of a bound corseted woman. Lightly, she moved her fingers over the painted woman as if caressing her. "Welcome to the company, Miss Janner," she said with a grin. Diane moved her hand to the side of the picture and pulled it forward. It hinged away from the wall like a cupboard door, revealing a wall safe. Using a small gold key, she unlocked the safe and pulled out a large black leather hold-all. She relocked the safe, repositioned the painting and left the room. It felt strange but good. Something gentle brushing up and down the outside of her right leg. Like waves lapping softly at a shore, it got slowly higher and higher, moving further up the shore. Lucy gave out a soft moan as the wonderful sensation passed her knee and moved to the inside of her thigh. Instinctively her knees parted, willing the feeling to go higher. It reached her stocking top, then something cautiously touched the bare flesh beyond. A thumb? Lucy woke with a start. "Sorry if I startled you," Diane said softly. She was sitting on the sofa right next to Lucy, her right hand now on Lucy's knee. "How are you?" "I, er..." Lucy stumbled. She tried to think, looked down at the hand on her knee, then realised she'd moaned. Or thought she did. She blushed. "I hope you don't mind. I was just admiring your clothes. They're fantastic." Diane said. "I especially like your stockings... very soft. They must feel great." "Yes. Thanks," Lucy replied, uncertain. She suddenly realised that she'd just been asleep. At work. And during her Probationary Review meeting. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. How long was I asleep?" "It's OK. No need to worry," Diane reassured her. "You've worked very hard all week so you must have been exhausted. And you did drink two shots of whiskey." Yes, the whiskey. Lucy could see the two tumblers on Diane's desk, next to a black hold-all. A hold-all? She wasn't sure if that was there before. She felt a little confused, then her mind refocused upon her knee, as Diane's hand lightly circled it. It felt strangely good. "What do you think of mine?" Diane asked. Lucy returned a puzzled look. "My stockings. They're fully-fashioned," Diane explained. "They cost a bit more than normal stockings but they're beautifully soft. I love the feel of them. Tell me what you think." Lucy watched as her hand was placed lightly upon Diane's knee. Diane's hand remained upon it, moving it up and down, motioning her to stroke the fabric. Lucy's fingers tingled lightly as they caressed the beautifully soft nylon. "They feel wonderful," she replied softly. Diane eased Lucy's hand further up her thigh. "You should feel the stocking tops," she said, meeting Lucy's gaze. She smiled and placed her hand back upon Lucy's thigh. Her soft stroking triggered something within Lucy. It felt gorgeous. Slowly, Diane lent closer, paused, and tilted her head. Lucy instinctively closed her eyes and melted into a deep sensual kiss. Diane's tongue explored Lucy's mouth, flicking across her eager tongue. Her fingers moved to the young girl's satin thong and started rubbing, exciting the pussy within. Lucy broke free from the kiss to let out a gasp. The feeling was electric. However, amongst the excitement, a single thought suddenly hit her. What the hell was going on? She stood quickly, which made her dizzy, then stumbled towards Diane's desk. "Wha..." she said, confused, looking at Diane then looking away. "Erm, I'm sorry. I'm a bit confused at the moment. I mean, isn't this my review meeting?" "It's OK," Diane said, rising and walking over to the desk. She put her hand lightly upon Lucy's arm but this didn't seem to comfort her. "Look, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset or confused. It was a misunderstanding. I thought..." Lucy looked at Diane. "I thought that maybe you... Oh, never mind. It was a misunderstanding. Can we forget this and move on? Is that OK?" Lucy let out a big breath of air. "Yeah, sure. I, er... Well, look, I've never been in this situation before. Not with another woman." "Sssh," Diane said gently, placing her finger to the young girl's lips. "It's OK. No need to say anything. It's now in the past. Let's forget about it." "OK. Thank you," Lucy smiled. "I just need a moment to gather myself." She turned to look at the sofa where it had all just happened, and took a deep breath. Out of view, Diane quietly reached for something tucked behind the black hold-all on the desk. "OK, I'm ready" Lucy said, turning back to Diane. It happened in a flash. Diane quickly over-powered Lucy by turning her and forcing her over the side of her desk before the young girl knew what was happening. Before she had time to react, Lucy's arms had been pulled behind her back, and her delicate wrists had been snapped into metal handcuffs. "Hey! What the..." "Shut up bitch!" Diane shouted, pulling her upright and gripping her throat from behind. "Didn't you learn anything from watching those DVDs?" "W-What? What are you doing?" "Shut up!" Diane ordered, louder than before. With her free hand she snatched Lucy's hairgrip from her hair and violently pulled Lucy's head back by her hair. With her other hand she tightened her grip on the girl's throat. Lucy spluttered, struggling for air. "Listen VERY carefully. We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Diane snarled in Lucy's ear. "The easy way involves you doing everything I say without ANY fuss. The hard way involves me gagging you and hurting you. Trust me; you wouldn't want it the hard way. Do I make myself clear?" Scared, Lucy nodded lightly. "I can't hear you, bitch!" Diane hissed into her ear. "Y-yes, Miss King," Lucy said, still struggling for air. "Good" Diane said, releasing her grip slightly on the girl's neck and hair. Lucy was wedged between Diane and the edge of the desk so she couldn't turn or move easily. The cold metal of the handcuffs bit at her wrists whenever she tried to part her wrists. She didn't know what to do. "Fem 2 Fem is a unique company, Miss Janner," Diane continued. She moved her hand from Lucy's hair to her chest, and started fondling one of her breasts through her blouse and bra. "It took me a long time to build this company so I am careful to hire the right people. Do you understand?" "Yes," Lucy said. "Yes - MISS - KING," Diane commanded, squeezing Lucy's breast harshly. Lucy winced. "Y-yes, Miss King." "Better." Diane moved her other hand to Lucy's chest so she could fondle and squeeze both of her breasts. She then started to unbutton the blouse. "You seem to be a good addition to the team, Miss Janner, but there's something I'm not quite sure about. Naturally, I need to be 100% sure of you. I need to know that you're able to perform when I want you to. I need to know that I can rely on you. Is that understood?" "Yes, Miss King." "I have given you everything, Miss Janner... A place to stay, a large cash advance, and a very generous monthly wage. But I can take it all away with the blink of an eye. I can turn you out on the street. You wouldn't want that, would you?" "No, Miss King. You've been very good to me." Lucy felt frightened and desperate. She was worried about what might be about to happen to her. No matter how she looked at it, she owed everything to Diane. She was financially trapped. Diane released the last button and lightly slipped the blouse from Lucy's shoulders. "I own the company, Miss Janner. I own the staff. I own you. Without me, you're nothing. Worthless. A piece of shit." Those words echoed in Lucy's head, and a tear formed in her eye. She was a mixture of things: shocked, frightened, desperate and vulnerable. Diane slid Lucy's bra straps from her shoulders, and eased both breasts from their bra cups, exposing her nipples to the air. "N-no, please no," Lucy begged as Diane worked the girl's nipples with her fingers and nails. She pulled the nipples harshly, making the young girl scream. "You don't seem to be getting the message, Miss Janner. This isn't about what YOU want. It's about what I want. I gave you this job because I wanted you. And what I want, I take... I WILL have you Miss Janner, whether you like it or not. There's nothing you can do about it." Lucy sobbed as Diane teased and tweaked her breasts. No matter how much she writhed, she couldn't escape Diane's fingers as they nipped and pulled at her flesh. Diane slid her hands down to Lucy's skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. The young girl tried to move her hips away from Diane's hands but a painful slap on her thigh put paid to that idea. "Legs apart!" Diane ordered. Lucy timidly complied. With one hand, Diane jerked Lucy's head back again. With her other hand, she started rubbing the young girl's satin thong, teasing and taunting the pussy within. "I'll give you some advice," Diane said, "I'm going to do whatever I want, no matter how much you hate it... so I suggest you don't waste any effort trying to fight it." Lucy bit her lip as one of Diane's fingertips ran along the top of her thong then eased its way inside. It quickly found her clit and began to stir it. Internally, Lucy tried to fight the feelings that were building within her pussy but it was no use. She gave out a reluctant gasp as a trickle of juice escaped, soaking into the satin. The probing finger rolled around the folds of her labia and discovered the tell- tale stickiness. "Good girl," Diane said softly, lightly kissing Lucy's cheek and neck. Another tear rolled down the young girl's face. She felt totally humiliated -- let down by her own body. Diane released Lucy's hair and used that hand to pull the satin thong away from the sticky pussy so that her other hand could explore it freely. Lucy had no choice but to give in to all the powerful feelings as the experienced fingers rubbed along her labia and dipped in and out of her pussy, spreading more and more of her honey. "A beautiful, shaved, pussy. Nice and sticky, and all for me," Diane said, bringing her hand to her mouth. One by one, she licked Lucy's juice from her fingers, savouring the taste. "Mmmm. You taste good." Diane forced Lucy to the ground, leaving her in a kneeling position. She removed her jacket and stood in front of her. "There will now be some tests. I am sure you will do well." Lucy looked up helplessly as Diane removed her blouse and short skirt. Her boss looked powerfully dominant as she stood there in her expensive lingerie and high heels. Her bra, thong and suspender belt had intricate gold lace detailing, which complemented Diane's gold jewellery. Diane maintained eye contact with the girl as she seductively fondled her own 34DD breasts and pussy through her lingerie. She shed her bra and thong, revealing her ample breasts and smooth, shaved pussy. Lucy couldn't help but admire Diane's fantastic body. Diane's fingers had somehow triggered a weird lustful feeling within the frightened young girl. Diane smiled and lowered herself, bringing herself face to face with her victim. "So, you've never been with another woman before?" Diane said. "Don't worry, my dear. I'm sure a slut like you will take to it quickly. You might even enjoy it." Diane slipped one hand around the back of Lucy's head and leant closer. With the other hand, she offered her breast to the young girl. "I bet you've had lots of boys licking and sucking your breasts," Diane said, "Well, it's time for you to do it to me. But make it good. Remember that your job depends on this." Scared, confused, dreamy, and strangely lustful. Lucy couldn't control her mind any more than she could her body. She'd often fantasised about being with another woman but never thought it would ever become a reality. She closed her eyes and flicked her tongue at Diane's smooth breast. Timidly, she rolled her tongue across the flesh, teasing Diane's erect nipple. Soon she was hungrily lapping and sucking at the nipple, doing her best to pleasure her mistress -- and to keep her job. "Very good," Diane remarked, stroking Lucy's hair. "You ARE a hungry little whore, aren't you?" She offered Lucy her other breast, which the young girl lapped at with equal vigour. The young mouth clamped around the nipple, trying to milk it. Diane savoured the sensation and, moving her hand to her own pussy, started to masturbate. After a few minutes, Diane removed her breast from Lucy's mouth and replaced it with the first. She encouraged and enjoyed Lucy's suckling, letting out sighs of pleasure. After a few minutes she withdrew the breast, rewarded her victim with a deep kiss, then stood up so that Lucy's head rested upon her stockinged thigh. Lucy stared at Diane's pussy, which was within inches of her face. She felt very nervous. "Your breast sucking skills are coming along well. You're a fast learner," Diane said. "I now need you to lick me out." "B-but I've never done this before, Miss King. Please, do I have to do this?" Lucy pleaded. Diane stepped back and slapped Lucy's face, knocking her over. She pushed Lucy onto her back so that she lay awkwardly on top of her handcuffed hands. Diane looked down at the helpless girl, then put her right foot lightly on Lucy's groin. She dug her spiked heel into the sodden thong, pushing it into Lucy's pussy. She applied more pressure until Lucy winced with pain. "Do I have to do this?" Diane sneered, mimicking Lucy's feeble pleading. She placed her foot back on the ground, and laughed. "Of course you have to do this, you fucking slut," she continued, "I give the orders. You follow them. It's that simple. How quickly you forget the job, home and money that I've given you... And this is how you respect me? Who the fuck do you think you are?" With no warning, Diane kicked Lucy's thigh very hard. Lucy screamed with pain. She kicked it again and shouted, "I ought to throw you out right now. Why should I waste my time on you? Get the fuck out of my company!" "Sorry, Miss King," Lucy pleaded quickly, weeping heavily. She had no other choice. She could not afford to support herself. She was nothing without Miss King. "Please give me another chance. I'll do anything you want. I'm so sorry. This is hard for me." "You want one more chance?" Diane spat out, "After all the chances I've already given you? Why should I give a shit about you?" "P-please, Miss King. I beg of you." Diane paused, then gave her verdict: "Very well... but you do everything I say FIRST TIME. NO hesitation, NO moaning. EVERYTHING. You shut the fuck up and do exactly as I say... and you do it WELL. Otherwise, you're out on the street in an instant. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss King... Thank you." Diane stood over Lucy so that her high-heeled shoes were either side of the girl's shoulders, then dropped slowly to her knees to bring her pussy within inches of the young girl's face. "Lick my cunt," she ordered, resting her pussy upon Lucy's mouth, "And make a bloody good job of it." Obediently, Lucy lapped hungrily at Diane's pussy, while breathing in her sweet musky smell. Desperate to please, her tongue made strong, long movements inside and around Diane's labia, tirelessly searching the folds of skin. Her tongue flicked up at Diane's clit, tickling and teasing it, making her mistress moan with delight. Some cum dribbled from Diane's pussy, which Lucy swallowed instinctively. The sweet stickiness tasted strangely pleasant. Lucy's tongue searched faster and deeper, and was rewarded by more and more of Diane's sweet nectar. "That's good, bitch," Diane remarked, grinding her pussy into the hungry mouth. "Get that tongue nice and deep. Fuck me with it. Lick me like a hungry whore that you are." As Lucy continued to tongue-fuck her, Diane started playing with her own nipples. After a few minutes she lifted her pussy away from the flapping tongue, turned herself 180-degrees and sat back down upon Lucy's face. As Lucy's tongue continued its work, Diane's hands drifted down to Lucy's breasts. Her long fingers caressed and massaged the creamy skin, then circled and tweaked the stiffening nipples. Lucy groaned with pleasure as the sensation shot through her body, then paused to take in a deep breath of air. "Keep licking, bitch!" Diane ordered, as she leant forward, resting her belly upon Lucy's, to form a 69. She eased the dripping thong from Lucy's sticky pussy lips and watched the young pussy writhe in ecstasy as her fingers played with the clit. She dipped her tongue into Lucy's pussy to scoop up some of Lucy's cream. "Mmmm," she said, savouring the taste. "Considering you were such a reluctant slut, you seem to be enjoying this a little more than you should." They continued to 69 for a while, with Lucy becoming more and more wrapped up in lust. She had never experienced such strong feelings before. Diane then lifted herself away, stood up and disappeared behind the desk. Out of view, she quietly removed two items from the hold-all, then returned, with one hand behind her back. She straddled Lucy once more, this time sitting down across her thighs so she could see the young girl's face. She leant forward and kissed her. "Such a lovely whore, and with so much potential," Diane said, breaking the kiss and smiling at Lucy. She lightly stroked Lucy's lower lip then slipped her thumb deep into the girl's mouth. "But why do you young bitches require so much more work?" Quickly, Diane brought her hidden hand forward and popped a ball-gag into Lucy's mouth. She tightened and secured its straps behind her victim's head. Lucy's muffled confusion and gasps for air were met with menacing words: "It's time to explore some of your potential, my dear. Think of what we've done as a bit of a warm up. I now need to 'break you in' fully. And it's going to hurt a lot. The gag is for your own good. We can't have you screaming the place down, can we?" Diane removed Lucy's thong and sniffed it deeply. "Mmmm. A sweet young cunt to fuck," she grinned, "A wonderful start to the weekend." She laughed wickedly, producing the other item that she got from the hold- all: a leg-spreader. She attached it firmly to Lucy's ankles, separating them by more than two feet. Lucy's hopeless attempts at movement were countered by the leg-spreader's ankle straps. Her muffled protests were met with sharp slaps to her thighs. Still lying awkwardly on her back, with her handcuffed wrists beneath her, Lucy felt the leg-spreader being pushed towards her naked pussy. This forced her feet up to align with her ass, bringing her bent knees high into the air. "Let's examine this pussy," Diane remarked, kneeling down near Lucy's feet, partially out of view. Lucy felt Diane's warm breath on her thighs. Lightly at first, a couple of fingers brushed across her clit, then slid along the edge of her labia. The touching became more forceful as her pussy flaps were tugged and pulled wide apart, exposing her vaginal opening. "Despite being a slut, you're going to need a little work," Diane explained, easing one of her fingers into her victim's vagina. Any good feelings within Lucy were quickly replaced by pain as Diane slid in a second finger and forced them deep into her cunt. Diane's fingernails scraped and dug at the soft flesh as she thrust her fingers violently in and out, rotating and twisting them in an attempt to widen the passage. "A bitch like you should be able to take a lot more," Diane laughed, forcing a third then a fourth finger into Lucy's pussy. She forced the fingers deeper and deeper until most of her hand had disappeared from view, and brushed her thumb over the young clit. Lucy's muffled screams and sobbing did nothing to stop the harsh finger-fucking as Diane plunged her hand back and forth. "It's a shame you're not ready for the whole hand," Diane remarked, withdrawing and licking her sticky fingers, "We'll have to save that for another day." Diane pulled Lucy to her feet and bent her over the side of the desk so that her tear-stained face rests against the cold desktop. Diane got another item from the hold-all and showed it to Lucy: a large strap-on dildo. Within view, she attached it to her groin and slowly wanked the plastic cock. "I bet a slut like you always dreamt of taking a cock this big, huh?" she said, disappearing behind her victim. Lucy felt her boss's hands caress her ass checks and tease her anus. They prodded her sloppy pussy and pulled her flaps wide apart again. Something curved and lifeless prodded her vaginal opening then, with no warning at all, Diane viciously rammed the strap-on cock deep into Lucy. The young girl was rocked by the sheer force and pain as the plastic cock punched its way into her vagina. Diane's thighs slapped heavily against the back of her thighs as the cock completed its thrust. Diane pulled Lucy's hair, forcing her face to one side. She stooped sideways to look into her victim's eyes, and spat out a promise: "You fucking whore. I bet you thought it wouldn't go further than finger-fucking, eh? Well, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't know what hit you." Diane withdrew then thrust again. And again. And again. Repeatedly, she built up a harsh, violent rhythm, pounding the strap-on cock in and out of her victim, battering her pussy. The humiliation and pain continued for a long time. Lucy's mind was no longer able to make sense of anything. Her body had become numb, except for the burning sensation from her red raw pussy. All she could do was to rock back and forth in response to Diane's thrusting hips. She closed her eyes as if trying to escape the reality. She had been violated. Broken. Diane continued pounding for a good 10 minutes more, fondling her own breasts to heighten her own arousal. She pulled and tweaked her nipples viciously, pleasuring herself and bringing herself to the brink of an orgasm. Her hips bucked as the orgasm swept through her, which seemed to jolt her young victim out of her semi-conscious state. Savouring the sensation, Diane slowed to a much gentler rhythm and removed Lucy's ball gag. Lucy took a deep breath but remained silent as Diane stroked her hair and spoke: "You've been a good girl, Miss Janner. You've passed the final test. Welcome to the team. As a reward, I want you to cum. You'll find it hard to do so after such a harsh fucking but I want you to try." Diane stooped down over Lucy and reached around her to tweak her nipples. The slower rhythm and the teasing fingers somehow managed to bring Lucy to small orgasm. The exhaustion and numbness caused by the harsh fucking had de-sensitised her pussy, so the waves of the orgasm did little to satisfy the young girl. Diane withdrew the strap-on cock and brought it within inches of Lucy's face. "Lick it clean," she commanded, pushing it against Lucy's lips. The young mouth responded obediently. Diane removed the strap-on, and Lucy's leg-spreader and handcuffs. She put all the items back in the hold-all. Now free to move, Lucy remained still. She was worn out and feared more harm. "It's OK," Diane comforted her, helping her up and over to the leather sofa, "There'll be no more of this tonight. We've done all we needed to do." Diane helped Lucy with her bra and blouse, then collected together and handed her the thong and short skirt. Cautiously, Lucy took the items and thanked her, still unsure that the torment had finally come to an end. "Don't try to think about what happened," Diane said, putting her own clothes back on, "All you need to know is that it HAD to happen. I do this with all my girls. It's the only way I can be sure that they are the right type of people, and that I can totally trust them." "Your job is safe. Don't worry about that," Diane continued, "You've done very well tonight and, as a treat, I'm going to give you a bonus, which will be in your next pay packet... I'll conclude with a small piece of advice: I strongly advise you to NOT talk with ANYONE about what happened tonight. It would be extremely difficult for you to prove. I also have high friends in high places, so I could make life very difficult for you. Always keep in mind the things I give you: money, a home, and a job. If you keep your mouth shut, you'll do all right. Is that clear?" "Yes, Miss King." "Excellent. Have a good weekend and I'll see you on Monday." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41