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Chapter Two
Early to work, alone in her corner office with a view, she gingerly sets in her swiveling chair facing the window. Wearing a couple of the purchased items from the top of the box as instructed, she wonders if she can struggle through until lunch, much less through the entire day. Stepping into her private restroom, facing the mirror as she slowly turns; she carefully twists while watching her reflection. Her business attire seeming to appear nothing out of the ordinary for her, her usual upper scale, well fitted clothing’s meticulous. Beneath, the more then uncomfortable fitting of her undergarments at least to this point are inconspicuous, their faintest outlines unpretentious to the eye of the unknowing.
Having dressed in front of the computer camera in sequence with scrolling instructions on the monitor, she has no choice but to bear the torment, the humiliation for the entire workday while somehow shielding her predicament from the company’s employees. Locking the bathroom door, stripping off her business slacks, her jacket, raising her blouse, she stares at her reflection. Holding her stomach in, breathing actually less then half of a normal breath, she watches her breasts barely rising, lowering in the agonizing bra, securely fastened with a lock between the firm, form fitting black cups. Staring at the miniscule razor sharp tips of multiple needles crisscrossing her firm globes from the insides of the cups annoyingly pricking at her tit flesh, she lets her chest expand and contract as she clumsily attempts to belly breathe.
Glancing down toward her thighs, between her legs at the updated version of an old fashioned chastity belt, the glistening straps conceal her vagina, anus. Also made of a form fitting material and also locked in place, it’s designed with adjustable knobbed phalluses impaling her both from front and rear. Similarly mounted microscopic needles line its circular tubes, long enough just to chaff the tender flesh of her stretching orifice’s aggravated wall linings.
Lifting her blouse a little higher with one hand, carefully pressing inward on the upper curves of her left, then right breasts with the palm of her other just above the firm bra cups, she carefully inspects the tiny reddish marks of the multiple pinpricks leaving shadowy trails of their impressions, relieved that as aggravating, at times painful as the bra is, there’s no embarrassing trace of bleeding. Slowly re-dressing, adjusting her clothing, she again gingerly turns, rotates in front of the mirror one last time before unlocking the door, gently stepping, almost tiptoeing back to her desk. Slowly sitting, feeling the impaling phalluses grinding inside her, she lets her tummy spread out behind the desk, practices breathing, the prickling barbs allowing for her limitations as the offices outside come to life.
Again remaining motionless in her chair, glancing out the window in a sleepless, somber thought, the silence is broken by a tap on the door. Spinning her chair around, she watches as her secretary enters with a stack of folders in hand, the door shutting behind her. Young, attractive, her secretary for just a few months, like most of the others before her; she just doesn’t measure up, the kind of girl who tries to get along with her looks. She’s glad the girl’s not going to follow her with her promotion.
Setting the folders on the desk, glancing around as she steps beside the desk she lays a sealed envelope on top of the stack. “This is from your friend on the island… He gave it to me the morning he brought you back to the hotel before we flew home.” She advises with an almost piercing look in her dark eyes. “He left a message for me on the answering machine this morning telling me now’s the time to give it to you.”
“He gave it to… To you?... Left you a message?” She asks, a shocked tone obvious, not knowing that she even knew the guide, especially since they didn’t even mingle together during the vacation except for the obligatory drink or two between boss and employee.
“Yea… Then we fucked while he told me the details of your night with him… And the others while they all stuck their dicks in you!” She smirks as she steps back to the door, locks it as she adds. “Then we fucked some more while we watched your video and he told me what he had planned for you… For us…. Now open that letter… Bitch!”
Face crimson as she lurches up from her seat, tearing at the envelope with trembling fingers as the pain of the needles resonate beneath her clothing, she glares at the short message. “BTA. You’re looking at your new Mistress. Address her as such. Follow her orders without hesitation… Or else the consequences will not be pleasant for you.” Glancing up toward her secretary, at her disdainful glare, she drops the letter on the desk, her hands shaking, speechless.
“Well?”
Hearing her secretary’s single word sends chills through her as her breasts sear with pain, jolted by her deep breathing as the needles prick her flesh. “Well… Well wha… What?”
“What the fuck does the note say to do Slut?”
Feeling the heat spreading across her face, she mutters. “It… It says to… To… To follow your orders!”
“What else Bitch?... And take those fucking clothes off too while speaking to me!”
“To… To address you as… As Mistress!” She answers, hearing the harsh order. “Take my… My clothes off?... Here?... Now?” Hesitating before slipping the jacket from her shoulders as she painfully stands between her seat and desk, she lets the jacket slip across the back of the swaying chair.
“Do exactly what the fuck the note says… Now take off your damn clothes!… Understand?”
Again the harsh tone sending shivers down her spine, again the needles stinging her bare flesh, she gruffly unbuttons her blouse, slips it down off her shoulders as she stutters. “Ye… Yes Miss… Yes Mistress!”
Breasts jaunting outward in the torturous black cups, the slightest of crimson pinpricks visible across the upper curves of her confined breasts from her heavy breathing, her stomach quivers as she attempts to control her breath, the pain. Reaching down across her hips, slipping the slacks down off her thighs she’s barely able to bend, the weight of her firm globes hanging, pressing into the tips of the multiple needles while she hears the secretary’s giggles, watching her as she steps tentatively out of the pants.
“Turn around a full turn… Let me see that big ass of yours… Cunt!... And raise those hands above your head… That’s it!… I can see what he meant when he said I’d be pleasantly surprised with your new look!”
The voice sharply contradicting the secretary’s normal tone, almost of another person, slowly turning, raising her hands, stretching her arms upward, Brooke feels the needles chaffing across her tit flesh, especially the nipples, along with the phalluses engulfing her orifices, a couple of those needles scrapping at her clitoris.
“Oomph!” A grunt as she bites her lip. Completing her turn, she looks almost pleadingly toward her secretary.
“Want to lower your arms?... Stop turning?... Then you have to beg!”
Nodding, face flushed, angry, humiliated at the order, she mutters. “Yes… Yes Mistress… Please… May I… May I put my hands down and stop turning… Mistress?... Please?”
“Yea… Okay Bitch.” She answers, picking up the note, its envelope. “And I’ll keep this for you… It’s still just our little secret as long as you know your place… Now kneel and put your hands behind your back… I’m going to let you lick my pussy…. See if you’re any better at that then sucking a dick like on the video!... I’m sure your okay with that… Aren’t you?... Answer me… Answer me properly!”
“Ye… Yes… Yes Mistress!” Struggling to accept what’s happening, knowing she’s already past the point of no return to resist as she clings to the tidbit of the offer of secrecy, slowly lowering herself to her knees as she slips her hands behind her back, she feels the needles again painfully jamming into her tit flesh as she mumbles. “Umph!… Oh God!”
Raising her skirt, her neatly trimmed pubic mound already exposed, the tanned bikini line still fresh from the vacation, the secretary steps around the desk, grips Brooke’s hair. “Lick my pussy, especially around my clit… Real gently with just the tip of your tongue at first.” Pulling her face closer with one hand before slipping her other hand down across the black cups, she presses firmly inward with her palm. “Lick me Slut!”
“Oomph!” The needles pricking her flesh, reluctantly obeying, her breasts flatten into the designed rows of needle tips. Locking her fingers together behind her back as she’s bent forward, the phalluses twisting, chaffing deep inside her, she forces herself to flick her tongue out from between her parting lips. Tasting the saltiness of her secretary’s moist vagina, feeling the swelling nub against her tongue, flicking back and forth, she closes her eyes, holds her breath between humiliating licks.
“That promotion of yours is only a few days away.” The secretary rasps as she jerkily sways her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the flicking tongue between her thighs, her vagina already wet just from the anticipation, the excitement of humiliating her boss. “You’re going to be needing an executive secretary… With her own assistants to do her work for her…. Ummmm… Keep licking Slut!”
Licking, listening, she barely nods her head in the affirmative as she feels the needles being pressed harsher into her breasts.
“I’m going to be your choice for that position you know.” The secretary continues. “I have to… Ummmmmmm!... Be.” Another satisfying moan as she adds. “That way you can lick my pussy every morning to start work!... Now suck my clit… Suck it hard!... Aaahhhh… Yes!!”
Cupping her hands across both Brooke’s ears, tugging toward her, pressing her vagina forward, she feels her clit barely being licked, pressed against Brooke’s reluctant mouth. “Suck it Brooke!... You cunt or I’ll take your clothes out to my desk and leave you in here locked in those undergarments all day!”
Grunting, her fingers interlocking behind her back, her breasts, vagina, rectum all pulsing with pain, the threat of being left exposed in her humiliating outfit unbearable, unacceptable, she spreads her lips, closes her eyes, sucks across the engorged clit being shoved against her mouth. Lapping, slurping as her face presses between her secretary’s thighs, she grunts with each breath, each painful breath.
“That’s it… Good slut…Right there…Oohhh!” The secretary moans as she rocks forward, feeling spasms deep in her womb. Sliding a hand back down, melding the set of cups, feeling them pressing into Brooke’s tit flesh, she grunts. Ahhh yes….Yesssss! Legs quivering, she glances down, mutters… Today… For lunch…Umph!!... Oh yessss… You’re going to take me and a couple of the guys to lunch today… As a special treat!” Stomach trembling, legs quivering, the secretary feels her cum flowing as she grips tighter. Yes…. Yes… Umph!!!... Suck it in, lick my juices Slut… Yes… Yes… Oh yeeeessss!!” Knees buckling, still gripping Brooke by her ears, she feels the pulsing reflexes between her thighs as she twists, tugs.
Stepping back a step as she leans over, taking a breath as she glances toward Brooke still kneeling, hands behind her back, a slight trickle of blood crossing her chest just below the bra cups, she grins. “Lick your mouth slut; wipe my cum from your lips… And swallow it!”
Glaring back, still trying to collect her breath without breathing hard, expanding her chest, the burning pain sears through her breasts, between her thighs. Slowly sliding her tongue across her lips, the remnants of the milky fluid almost gagging her, slowly shaking her head, she reluctantly swallows.
“Okay… You can get up slut… Get dressed now.” The secretary scolds while aligning her own clothes. “Use the restroom… Wipe those tits off too from the needle pricks… You certainly don’t want to be embarrassed when we go to lunch do you?” Stepping toward the door, she grips the handle, turns. “Take us to a really nice place… I’ll pick the guys.” Stepping out the door, she gives a last quick nod. “If you’re really nice to me… I won’t make you fuck or suck them for desert!... We’ll keep our little secret to ourselves for now… Okay?”
“Oh!” Turning one more time, almost as an after thought, she raises her hand, opens it. Looky here Brooke… Look what I have. Holding a key out, she smirks. “Be a good girl and I might unlock one of those undergarments… After lunch of course … Okay?”
End Part 2
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