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Naked at Work

Chapter 8 Henry promoted

Chapter 8. Henry promoted

"How is it working out?" David asked Ken and Claire when he and Debra visited them in the office at lunchtime the following day.

"Reasonably well, Claire can get on with the work Shirley sets and I've been able to pull in quite a high proportion of the outstanding bad debts. Might not work out when I have the usual day-to-day accounts to do."

"We've only been pulled close twice by the tags. One time we ended up in a heap on the floor when Shirley accidentally came between us. The office almost split their sides with laughter," Claire added.

"What about Janet? How's she coping? I've asked Jack but only got a standard sort of remark." Debra asked.

"Not very well at the moment. She's still fighting it, if only passively. Henry's quietly doing what he can to protect her but too often she refuses to take any notice. He stopped her being fucked after the fourth one last night and helped her shower and gave her one of his painkillers but don't tell Jack that." Claire looked at David and Deb. "This morning he almost dragged her from the bed but she still didn't make any effort to get done for inspection in time. I think Henry gave up and just about got himself ready. Julie awarded her two straps to each hand but she refused to hold her hand out and got four on each instead when Carl had to hold them for her. She's in a bad way and now seems very depressed. Her arse is one big blue bruise because Jack really hit her hard. It wasn't like a normal strapping. Like everyone, he hates her guts. Her tits and stomach are blue too but she still clinging to the belief that she is better than he rest of us. She's not talking to Ken or me."

"Some of the slaves are beginning to have a little sympathy for her now or even a little admiration for her stupidity. Sarah sent her and Henry to clean an empty office on floor three to keep her away from everyone else. 321 I think. You can probably take a peek on the security cameras," Ken added.

"This room has already been cleaned. Is Sarah stupid or something? She can't even remember which rooms she's had cleaned. This slave system really is inefficient." Janet started her moan to Henry as soon as they arrived. "She's made me walk up all those stairs when I can hardly move, all for nothing! Stupid cow!"

Henry spun and faced her. She blanched when she saw the anger in his eyes. Grabbing her shoulders he shook them violently. The movements sent bolts of pain from all the tortured centres in her body. "Listen to me bitch. Sarah has more common sense in her little finger than you'll ever have in your pea sized brain. She was even being kind to you and you couldn't even give her credit for that. She knows that any serious work will cause you to hurt even more than now. Up here we will only have to do token work so that security won't check us out, and we are out of the way of your office staff so you won't have to put up with their stares and comments. Shall I take you back down and ask if we can be allowed to work in the cafeteria? Do you really feel like putting out chairs? Shall I say you wish to serve lunches or clean tables so the whole firm can see your bruises? Grow up woman. See a little beyond your nose and be grateful when some of us try and help you even if at the moment we are only being kicked in the teeth for it. Do you want to walk downstairs again? The lifts are not for slave use and I can tell you, if you haven't already noticed, walking downstairs with a sore arse is far more painful than walking up them. Now do you still want to go downstairs an tell Sarah she's a stupid cow?"

"No," murmured Janet.

"Wait here while I fetch the stuff from the cleaners cupboard then and while you're waiting think about those who are trying to help get you through this. I shan't hurry back."

Henry didn't hurry and when he returned the office was empty. He rushed out and along the corridor the only way she could have gone without him seeing her. Janet was at the safety balustrade looking over and down the well to the ground floor. "Will that not be better than my life here? Only Gwen will mourn me. That will get back at that prick Carsons. There'll be a stink and the papers will get it. 'Woman forced into works slavery commits suicide' she composed the headline. She looked down again. It's a long way and the marble floor is solid. Will it hurt? No more than I do now. Leaning a little further she wondered if she should leap out or just let herself fall. I'll fall. I just have to get enough courage to let go. Yes, that's what I'll do. "Nooo!" she cried when Henry's arms encircled her body and hauled her back on the landing.

"This is more than I should have to deal with," Henry told himself, "And Jack will only get mad. I know I shouldn't but I wonder if Debbie and Davy will help? Their offices are on this floor." Henry made the decision. "You're coming with me. No nonsense JJ. I'm not being made responsible for your death."

"No! You should have let me jump." Janet clutched a rail but Henry freed her and put her over his shoulder.

Debbie looked up in surprise when he knocked and entered her office. Unceremoniously he dumped his load in a comfortable chair. "I'm very sorry Miss Debra, I know I shouldn't be here but I didn't know where else to go for help and you were near. Miss Janet was going to jump the rails. She was going to kill herself."

"Wait here Henry, I'll get David." She went into the inner office and returned to invite them in. "Henry, please speak to me freely, like you did last week. Treat me as slave Davy and give me your thoughts and details of what has gone on so far. They'll be no repercussions from me for anything you say." David listened attentively to Henry's story while Janet kept sullenly silent. At the end he asked Janet if she'd like to give her side of it.

"Why should I? You put me in this position. You had me thrashed. It was all your bloody idea. Now I'm in more bloody pain than I care to live with. I've been raped and abused. All because of you." Some of her old fire came back. "Either release me from this stupid programme and give me time off to recover or let me find my own permanent way out of it. Then you can explain my death to whoever decides to investigate."

"She's blaming everyone but herself sir," Henry observed. "She ignores any help we give."

"I understand that Henry, but what are we going to do about her? That is the most difficult question."

Without any warning Janet made a dash for the door but she'd only got two paces when Henry pulled her back. "It's no good running JJ. In your state anyone could catch you. He sank into a mock leather armchair and pulled Janet on to his lap. She cried out as her tender arse hit his bony legs. Henry immediately lifted her and placed a cushion under her bum before lowering her gently. "Sorry sir, I should have asked," Henry apologised but David dismissed it.

"Make yourself at home Henry, the main problem is Janet."

"I think the first thing we ought to do is reduce her pain level," Debbie stated. "Until she's more comfortable she won't do anything she's asked.

"That's the first sensible bloody thing anyone has said so far!" Janet yelled, "But even that's not going to make me bow down to slave scum. I'd rather die first and probably will."

"I agree, with you Deb," David asserted, "First thing is to get Jenny to treat her."

"Jack refused to allow it sir," Henry pointed out. "I did give her one of my pills but that was only partially effective. Please don't tell Jack sir." David and Debra noticed how his hands were holding her close to him and that Janet was now sitting reasonably quietly on his lap. She looked exhausted though.

"Henry, why did you volunteer to be her buddy? I was surprised at that after what she did to you and what you said last week." Debra asked.

"I don't really know miss. At first I think I just wanted to make her life miserable but then when I got to meet her on my level, I realised she was miserable already. She was miserable at work and because of that no one liked her, no one ever did anything nice for her unless it was to get something in return, so I've been doing what little I could to help. For some reason, Jack hates her. He hates her more than I ever did. He laid the belt on real hard last night for her welcome and only stopped when she blacked out and took a long while to recover."

"Would you care to tell us why Janet?" David asked.

"No!" she snapped, "It was a long time ago."

"He was a man from your past?" Almost imperceptibly Janet nodded.

Debra went to David and whispered something in his ear and the pair left the room with just a request for Henry to keep hold of Janet and not to let her go until they returned. The remark reminded Janet that she was being held and she immediately tried to free herself. "Sit still Jan. You were fairly comfortable before, now you're hurting your arse and tits again. I'm not hurting you am I? You might even be getting a bit of comfort. I hope so. I'm not wanting you to be hurt any more."

Wearily Janet realised he was right. Even if she got away, she couldn't do more than run at a snail pace and the others were in the outer office anyway. It was ten minutes before David and Debra returned.

"Henry, are you willing to continue with being Janet's buddy?" David questioned.

"Yes sir."

"Janet are you willing to accept Henry as your buddy in preference to any of the other male slaves you've met so far?"

Janet shrugged, "I suppose so, if I have to have a so called buddy. I asked for a woman."

"There's no other male in the community that you'd prefer?"

"They're all bloody gruesome."

"Well Debbie's plan is this and it is better than any I would have thought of. Henry, I am promoting you to the position of Deputy Slave Overseer. You will still eat and sleep in the community but will not be under any orders from the other overseers including Jack. You will be under my direct command. If there's a spare room down there you can take it over; if not claim a bedspace as your own. You won't get paid and the firm will still own you but you will be only subject to my orders." Henry looked puzzled and David had to go through it again.

"Jack and the others won't like it," he declared.

"Oh I think I can handle them," David laughed, "And they'll probably be pleased with the next bit."

"Yeah, yeah," Janet cut in, "When am I to get this bloody pain relief? All this talk of promoting a slave."

"The next bit concerns you Janet and the sooner I get through it the sooner, Henry gets to taking you to Jenny so listen carefully. Henry has only one slave under his control. You. He is to keep you in sight at all times. Never, ever must you two be parted until the end of your programme. We did consider linking you like Ken and Claire but thought cuffs that Henry had a key to would be better. In situations like at meals, you could be free but at night when there is a chance you could creep away and perhaps harm yourself, you would be cuffed. It may take a day or two to work out but it should be better for both of you. It will mean that Henry is the only one that can punish you as I am sure he will if you are offensive to others. He will be able to fuck you anytime he feels like it and may grant the request for others to do so. To you, he is your lord and master. You will report to Debbie for your work assignments each day. Now though, he will take you to Jenny and you will both stay in casualty tonight, cuffed."

"Slave overseer Henry and slave Janet reporting for duty miss." Henry and his slave stood just inside the door of Debra's office. They were cuffed and Henry now proudly wore a maroon tunic like Sarah's. A tunic that gave him status amongst the other slaves.

Please sit down. I know David will want to see you when he gets back from seeing the maintenance people about improvements to your kitchens and to Jack's accommodation. Part of his agreement to your promotion." Henry immediately sat and pulled Janet towards his knee. For a second or two she started to stand but the slowly lowered herself gently. She was still somewhat under the influence of Jenny's sedation.

Twenty minutes later, David returned and invited everyone into his office. "Once again please treat me as your equal and feel able to talk freely. Please sit down Henry and Jan." Like yesterday, Henry chose the armchair and pulled Jan on to his lap. She winced as she sat down but only turned and said quietly, "Cushion please." Debra and David glanced at each other.

"I must say, both of you look very much better today. You get a good nights sleep?" David asked.

"Yes sir. Jenny gave us both an injection, two I think, after we were in bed and a few minutes later we were out of it or at least I was."

"What about you Janet?"

"The same."

"I woke up about four with a full prick but Jan didn't wake until an hour later. We both seemed very relaxed and still do. The effects of the injection I suppose. Anyway I slipped my prick into her and just kept it there, gently moving it. Never fucked like that before. Jan even seemed to enjoy it although she didn't push back or anything. It took an hour for me to come." Henry gave a few more intimate details of his performance with her at which Janet blushed but kept quiet. "Jenny came in a checked us over and suggested we try and shower. We did and found we could move much better than yesterday so I decided we'd get breakfast in our dining room and as I was now a deputy and Jan was in my charge, I thought we could miss morning inspection, so we did. I inspected Jan though and brushed her hair. I like it left loose like it is and not piled up like she used to have it."

"I do too," Debra commented, "How do you feel about it Janet? Or do we call you Jan now?"

"Call me what you wish," Janet replied dully, "Having my hair loose takes less time so I guess it's okay."

"How did you get on with the others at breakfast?" David enquired.

"Some came and congratulated me on my promotion. Only a few spoke to Jan. Rita did and so did Sarah but neither of us seemed to have our minds in gear. Jack didn't come near us. Jenny said we were to see her again tonight. I asked Sarah about getting a room for us but she just laughed and answered, as I knew she would, that she'd been trying to get one for herself for years. I knew that was true. Then I linked up with Jan again and we came here."

"Well at least you seem to be tolerating each other which will help with the work I am going to ask you to do. You didn't have any trouble with staff on the way up here?" Debra asked.

"No miss, not really. Someone from Jan's office saw us and was upset to see her bruising and said she was sorry Jan had been hurt like she had but her friend said that Jan had deserved all she got and more. I gave Jan a hug and we went on our way."

"Jan don't get too upset by remarks like that," David put in, "There are always going to be some who will hold those views. You probably would have said something similar last week. Maybe you did after Ken and Claire were beaten." Jan lowered her head but didn't reply. "Well if there's nothing else, I'll hand you over to Debbie. I'd like to see both of you in the morning again and I may well pop in and see how you're getting on with the work Debbie is setting you."

They returned to Debra's office. "Henry, what are your computer skills like these days?" she asked.

"I used to do the basics but that was nearly ten years ago miss."

"Jan, I know you are very familiar with them so you will have to help Henry and teach him enough so that when your time in the programme is up, he can carry on. You probably know that in the basement there is a room with all the old records and archives dating back from the 1980's when the firm first started. These are all paper records and they are taking up a lot of space and are a fire hazard as well as being dust traps. For some time we've been thinking of setting some juniors to digitally master them so the paper can be recycled and we'd have a searchable record of all that is in there or at least all that could be relevant for any future historian. Jan, Henry, I know this will be a strange situation for you. Jan you are Henry's slave and buddy and yet you have to teach him so for start you will be his boss while at work. Or rather while at work, you are equals. Colleagues. I've set aside what used to be the old copier room here. It's been a catch-all place for several years so it's full of unwanted stuff and general rubbish. Maintenance has provided a couple of wheelie bins so your first job will be to clear the room and then I'll get IT to set up the computer systems you need. Jan, you probably know more about what is required than I so, please feel free to offer advice. I want to get this all set up quickly to give you the maximum time to train Henry because if he takes to it, it could become his job after you go back to your office."

The room was small and most of the rubbish consisted of empty boxes so it didn't take too long to clear. Henry did most of the manual work but he made Jan do her share. She seemed to have lost her fire and just did what she was told when she was told. It worried Henry a little but as it made his life easier he went along with it.

Mid morning, Debra looked in. Jan was using the vacuum and the room was clear. "Would you like coffee here?" she asked when the vacuum was stilled, "Or do you want to go to your dining room for the break? One of the perks of being the boss's secretary is that I get a coffee machine. I thought it might save you the long trip to the basement."

"Yes, please," murmured Jan. She knew the slaves only had tea.

"Henry, would you mind if I made love to Jan? I often wanted to when I was a true lesbian or at least I thought I was. Now I can swing either way." Claire asked. It was Saturday afternoon and both couples were free. Henry had solved the problem of not having a separate room by asking Jenny for a set of curtain frames from casualty. Jenny offered him the ones in store she no longer used and in fact there were enough for Sarah too. He claimed a bed at one end of the dormitory and Sarah always had the one opposite. The curtain screens gave them a modicum of privacy along one side of the bed.

"I don't see why not," Henry laughed, "As long as Ken doesn't mind if I get to fuck you afterwards. Haven't seen too much of you these last few days."

"If you're going to have me, then I guess Ken will want Jan. We can have a regular swapping party."

Jan blushed a little at the words but said nothing. Even though the effects of the drugs had long worn off, she'd decided in her own mind that the easiest way to combat everyone was to do everything she was told, make the minimum of response and shut her mind to everything else. Henry fucked her regularly and she lay there and let him do it. Only a few times did she become aroused enough to push back to meet his thrusts. When he'd allowed Carl and Richard to fuck her, she'd laid inert on the bed so they hadn't asked again. At work she was silent except to answer direct questions or when she had to teach Henry. Surprisingly, she found she liked that and he picked it up quicker than she anticipated. Before being on the programme she'd thought of the slaves as being dumb idiots but now she knew many of them were highly intelligent and were only slaves because of personal or financial circumstances.

She watched as Claire climbed on the bed, Ken still cuffed to her left hand. Already her body started to tingle. Could she keep up the pretence of not caring what they did? Claire's breasts hung down as she lowered herself gently so they met. Jan noticed Claire's tits, like hers, still showed glaring signs of the punishment they'd received. Her resolve to lay quiet vanished as soon as Claire kissed her. The first kiss was a brief one but the next was filled with passion. Lips crushed together, tongues glided in and out of each other's mouths and teeth gently nibbled each other's lips. The men watched as the kissing became more prolonged and the girls thighs rubbed crotches.

"Tongue my cunt Claire please. I'll do yours," Jan whispered her plea. The sixty-nine arrangement caused a little havoc as Ken had to climb over the bed to keep his arm tag in line with Claire's but they accomplished it and soon each slurped noisily at vagina and clit. It wasn't long before both cried out their orgasm.

"You'd better go first Ken," Henry suggested, "We can't do it together without being contortionists. Your tags do make life difficult."

"Tell us about it," quipped Claire. "Thanks Jan, I enjoyed that."

Jan was still on a sexual high because when Ken entered she almost immediately responded by pushing her hips to meet his thrusts. Ken tried to take his time and was able to hold off his climax for a while but inevitably he shot his load and had to withdraw. Jan didn't respond to his tongue like she did to Claire's and only passively took his prick for cleaning. Later, when Claire was enthusiastically taking Henry into her bottom hole, Jan just stood and watched without showing any emotion.

"Thanks, Henry, I hope you'll allow us to visit you again," Claire said as they all walked to the dining room for afternoon tea break. "How is the history project coming along?"

"Slowly. We've done one and a half boxes and there are hundreds in the store. It's going a bit quicker now though," Henry replied. "The paper shredder is working overtime."

"Is he a good pupil Jan?"

"Better than I expected except he's a hunt and peck typist and he has to look all over the keyboard to find the one he wants," Jan replied. "He'd get quicker if I could get him on a typing skills course but there's a problem about them taking slaves and he cannot easily leave the building to go to college anyway." It was the most information she'd given out since they arrived.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Ken laughed. "Rachel and Sally?"

"Yes, they've both come back from an intensive three day course on touch typing. We still use it in our office as the sound recognition gets confused with all the background noise and a skilled typist can work just as fast with fewer mistakes. Maybe we could persuade David to attach them to your slave group for a few days. They've made enough remarks about my being naked. They're likeable girls really, young and with all the parts nicely formed if you know what I mean. They'd probably enjoy the fucking but won't take too well to the welcome. You wouldn't be too hard on them, would you Henry? I wouldn't want them to be too antagonistic to me when I get back to work properly."

"Just enough to warm them nicely and to let them know who's boss. I don't think I know them."

"I'll try and see if I can get word to David on Monday when we're in Ken's office. He may even drop by."

"I'll ask Debbie. We're with her and the boss all the time. She's as much in charge of this place as he is." Jan surprised them by offering but Claire thought that maybe it was because she'd have two more naked girls to pleasure her.

Chapter 8. Typing course with a difference

"You of course know about the naked at work programme," David started. It was Monday afternoon and Rachel and Sally were sitting uncomfortably in his office. They knew something was up because no ordinary staff ever visited that seat of power, certainly not juniors like they were.

"Oh no!" Rachel looked horrified, "You're not putting us on it surely. You can't. Why pick us? It's Claire's doing. We've done nothing wrong…"

"Calm down Rachel and you too Sally. You are right on two counts. Yes I am putting you both on the programme with immediate effect. And yes, indirectly it is on Claire's recommendation. However, you'll only be on temporary attachment and only for three days provided you accomplish your task satisfactorily." David went on to explain the reasoning behind their attachment. "As you know, every slave has the welcome. Ten strokes of the strap. I had it, Debbie had it and so did Janet although she had it bad and more. I'll make no bones about it, the strap hurts but unless you get into trouble for other reasons, then that is the only time you'll be hurt and once the pain dies down you may find yourself enjoying life down there. If you do then you can voluntarily extend your participation in the programme until Monday morning. After tonight, you mi…"

"You're going to put us on it straightaway sir; no warning?" It was Sally's turn to query him.

"Yes, there is less worry for you that way. You live together and don't have anyone you are responsible for so it might as well be today as next week and you won't have time to brood on it. You'll get an hour to sort yourselves out and let anyone know who needs to know."

"All our course material is at home," Rachel pointed out.

"Fine, I'll get security to take you there and bring you back before they put the ankle tags on you."

"Four of us can't work in that poky little room," Sally commented then wished she hadn't when David went on.

"I was going to say, after tonight when I know you will go to bed sore, things will get better and by the third day, you might even wish to stay there until Monday. I know you don't mind having a prick or two or more in you. Now to answer Sally. Debbie realised that too and I asked Shirley if the desks that Claire and Ken used were still set up. They are and you will use them and the computers there. Now any more questions? I don't want to hear you pleading that you don't want to do it. That's not an option unless it is the same one I gave Janet; to clear your desks and leave."

"I'll bet a tenner that you will stay for the whole week," Debbie said as they passed through her office on the way out.

"It's working naked in our own office that worries me most," Rachel answered, "Specially knowing the comments they'll make."

Debbie smiled, "Think of it this way. Now you have the chance to be the biggest prick teasers in the firm. You can show off everything you've got, get them as horny as hell and because you're slaves they daren't touch you. Have a good time. We did."

There was only a half-hour to go before the slave lunchtime so Henry took them on the tour of their quarters and stood them in a corner while he explained the rules to them. "Well you are a real pair of beauties and I know you like being fucked by men so you'll get plenty of that. You've already got me worked up so I'm going to let Sally feel what my cock is like inside her right now. I'll then be ready for Rachel after your welcomes. Lie on my bed Sal and get your lovely legs right back by your ears." Sally was a little shocked to get a direct order like that so soon. "Hurry up girl or you could get the feel of the strap too." Despite liking sex in many of its forms, Sally blushed deeply as she laid down in the required position conscious that other slaves were watching. Henry slipped off his tunic, "Would you like to work on her bit Jan?" he asked, "Both of them are trimmed so there'll be no need for Sarah's scissors." Without answering Janet bobbed down and performed cunninglingous on Sally until she started to squirm. "No need to make a meal of it," Henry grinned, "You can have her later. Let me get my prick in her now." Reluctantly, Janet moved out of the way.

"It's you we have to thank for this," Rachel stated in mock anger, "Just because you had to go through it doesn't mean we all should."

"You'll enjoy it." Claire remarked when they sat at her table for lunch.

"That's what we keep being told but not before tomorrow or sometime after we've been welcomed."

"I've had a bit of enjoyment already," Sally giggled.

"Yes, but you're a whore."

"Almost as bigger whore as you!" Sally was laughing at her friend. They'd had this repartee on many occasions. Their arrival in the dining room had caused a stir with many admiring comments and suggestions as to who could serve them best.

Work was in full swing when they arrived at Shirley's room but it stopped immediately the three naked women entered. One of the men started a catcall and others followed. Sally and Rachel thrust out their tits and wriggled their arses as they made their way between the desks. All work ceased and the whole office erupted into hilarity.

"Silence!" Shirley's voice rose above the din. She turned to her temporarily ex staff. "If you two want to give an exhibition that's fine. I'll ask your overseer to show how well he can stripe your backsides in front of everyone."

"Oh you wouldn't do that to us Shirley." Rachel said cheekily.

"First of all miss Rachel, as you are now a slave you address me as ma'am, secondly you are now going to find out what I will do." Turning to Henry she went on, "Overseer Henry, please bend these two slaves over the front desk and give them four apiece for disrupting my office." The two girls went pale. They knew Henry could not disobey such an order.

"Over the table ladies. Sorry you have to learn the hard way that there are some things you can't get way with." He placed them so the whole office could see their naked backsides and made them spread their legs so the cunts were on display too. "You wanted to put on a exhibition," Henry laughed quietly so only the girls heard, "Now you're giving them a real show." Although he hit lightly, the strap still made them cry out and brought tears to Sally's eyes.

"Thank you Henry," Shirley nodded to him and then added, "I know you treated them lightly for a first offence but perhaps next time you could put a little more zest into the action." A little later when the girls were out of earshot she told him that what he did was fine by her, she just wanted them to know she wasn't putting up with any disruption.

The rest of the afternoon passed relatively uneventfully. Henry sat between his two teachers and did his best to follow their instructions and not to look at the keyboard. Jan was at a loss without any work so she asked Shirley if she could do some of the girl's work and was allowed to sit in Sally's place. One of the younger men tried to cop a surreptitious a feel of her still very tender breasts as he passed. Jan gave a little squeal and then in an icy tone said, "Boy, you know very well that is not allowed. I am sure it will have been caught on camera so you may well expect to visit the slave quarters soon." It wasn't likely that either statement was true but the thought was enough to make his face turn white.

As time went on the girls became more and more apprehensive as to the welcome they'd receive. During the afternoon tea break Henry said he was sorry he'd had to use the strap on them but he'd had no choice when Shirley had commanded him. The girls knew this. "I did them as lightly as I dared, tonight at the welcome I will have to hit harder otherwise Jack might take over and then he could hit as hard as he did Jan." he told them.

Jack was unhappy that his deputy had been given the two lovely young ladies. It wasn't often two prime beauties were forced into slavery, especially into works slavery. More often they were snapped up by rich individuals for their private use. He wanted to caress those full bums with his strap and he wouldn't tickle them either as it was obvious Henry had already done. He was somewhat mollified when Henry agreed he could be the first to fuck Sally after her welcome. He didn't know Henry had already had her.

He welcomed Sally first. She wept when she was told to lie on the bed and her arms and legs were held. She'd heard that some women actually got off on pain but she wasn't one of them. "Yeeooww!" she howled as Henry cracked the first stroke firmly across her buttocks. Now she knew why everyone told she would hate this part. And she had nine more to come and there was no way she could avoid them. Hands held her immovably to the bed. Henry steadily laid on each stroke until her arse was well reddened. "Report back to me immediately Jack has finished with you," he ordered as Jack took her to a nearby bed.

In many ways it was worse for Rachel. She had to watch her friend being hurt all the while knowing she would get the same treatment. Henry was therefore a little surprised when he saw she wasn't crying and there was a little gleam in her eye. He remembered that when he'd strapped them earlier, she had held still while Sally had bucked around at every stroke. "Your turn Rachel," was all he needed to say. Rachel lay docilely on the bed and allowed herself to be held without murmuring or crying.

Not being under the watchful eye of Jack, who was occupied with Sally, Henry could have eased up on Rachel but he tried to be fair especially as others were watching. Rachel gave a few sharp cries at every stroke but otherwise didn't make a fuss. Dimly she heard some clapping and it was only later that she learned it was because she had taken it so stoically. Henry gave her a minute to recover and ordered her to turn over.

Knowing from Sally at lunchtime how Henry would want to fuck her she drew her legs well back without being asked. Henry nodded to Jan to indicate she was to lubricate her but Rachel called out, "Please Henry, not her, you do it. Fuck me." Henry quickly slid his prick into her very moist tunnel and wondered at the girl who thrust back at him as hard as she could. "Thank you," she said when he pulled out and tongued the surplus semen and moisture from her opening.

He offered his prick to her lips and she took it without hesitation. She sucked and tongued it until Henry found it getting hard again. "Can you do it twice in a row?" she asked.

"With more mouth work like this, I'll do it a hundred times!" Henry boasted but when she released his prick it was indeed hard enough to penetrate her a second time. Rachel seemed to go wild and it was obvious to the onlookers she had several orgasms before finally and wearily Henry climaxed himself."

"Can I do her next? Richard asked.

"Can I have a drink and a shower first, please Henry. I'm parched and soaked with sweat and out of breath. You're soaked with sweat too." Rachel put on an appealing smile.

"I think you deserve it. You were a great fuck." Henry praised her, "Let's go Richard can wait a while."

Sally had returned and witnessed the final stages, "May I join you and the slut Henry please?"

"Sure. How'd you get on with Jack?"

"He's pretty good but I don't get as wild as she does." She looked around and seemingly for the first time noticed that most of the beds had copulating couples. Rachel's performance had no doubt aroused the libido and created an 'I can't wait' situation.

"Henry? Before you go, can I use Jan?" It was Dana that spoke. She'd already been used but was never satisfied with any male.

"As long as you do it on the next bed so I can keep and eye on her. She knows why." Henry had earlier moved the bed screens and had commandeered two beds for him and his three slaves.

"That was one sexy bitch," Ken commented.

"And I suppose you want to try her out too?" Claire grabbed his prick, "I think it is time I put this away." She dragged him to a bed.

Rachel groaned when Henry pushed her out of bed next morning and went to wake Jan and Sally. They were cuddled together. Henry had cuffed them in case Jan did decide to do herself some harm and so he could sleep with Rachel. He thought Jan was over the worst now but was still very introverted and he didn't want to take any chances. He took the cuffs off completely. "Show her the routine and have her ready for inspection in half an hour."

"I thought we didn't have to go to inspections." Jan looked mystified.

"We do now. I shall do the inspections of my slaves."

There was the usual pandemonium in the washroom, made worse by the new arrivals. Henry's slaves were last to finish. "That wasn't very good. You should have done better Jan, you knew the routine. He inspected them thoroughly. Jan's arse was still extremely colourful and tender. He knew she could sit but it pained her although she tried to hide it. He cupped her tits. They too were still very sore. Jan looked at him with pleading eyes wondering what he was going to do.

"It's okay Jan. This is just for Jack's eyes," he whispered. "You pass," he said loudly and went on to inspect the two new girls. Their arses too were colourful and tender. He poked his finger first in Sally's cunt and then Rachel's and asked if they were sore. Both said they were. "You won't get accosted now until this evening because you are on work duty all day and meal times are free too. However, for your tardiness in getting ready this morning you will receive two smacks. Bend over and grip your ankles." Henry planted a loud sounding smack on each bum cheeks. Sally squealed but Rachel again remained quiet. They'd just stood ready to go to breakfast when they heard the crack of Julie's strap and the cry of some unfortunate man who's hand was on the receiving end. The strap cracked thrice more. Three more painful cries. The girls knew they were lucky to be in Henry's group and not the other.

By Thursday Henry's typing skills had improved and it was now only a matter of practicing. "Girls, you can go home this evening or you can volunteer to stay until Monday. You were given that choice at the beginning of the week by the boss. Friday is a working day so I would have to find something for you to do or maybe Shirley will let you work at your desks. No clothes though. Saturday and Sunday you will just have to work on kitchen duty but that is not in the main cafeteria, preparing food, serving or clearing up on a rota basis in the slave area. I would be expected to volunteer you for that but it's not arduous and there's a lot of free time which you can spend in the games room or playing games with other slaves. Jack's away this weekend but Julie's on but she can be a laugh when not doing inspections. You've got till afternoon break to make up your minds. That's about an hour's time. Meanwhile we'll clear up here and go back to the archiving room out of the way."

"You're staying for the weekend," Debra announced as they entered her office.

"We haven't made up our minds yet."

"Of course you have. The weekends are sex, sex and more sex. I know." Debra smiled at them. "First though I have to see if you've done a proper job with Henry." She went into the archive room and picked up a printed document and set it in the copyholder on the front of her own computer. "Type those two paragraphs. They're fairly long like they were in the old days…"

"And shall we say two penalty smacks for each mistake girls?" David had come from his room. "And if there's a total of ten or less, you two give him a blowjob. Looking at the keys is one penalty point."

Henry did very well. Four mistakes and one glance at the keyboard. "That's nine smacks and one blowjob."

"You did very well Henry," Debbie congratulated him, "I'm sure I'd have made more mistakes than that after only three days."

It was with some hilarity that the two girls spanked Henry's bare bottom. They reddened it slightly but there was no real pain only the start of an erection. Rachel quickly got between his legs and started to suckle his prick and after a short while allowed Sally to take a turn. This they did until Henry spurted in Sally's mouth. Throughout all this Jan sat and looked blankly at them.

Ken and Claire together with their two slaves Rita and Dana were allowed to go home mid morning on Monday. They had to wait for Flagelistics to come and remove their arm tags. Jenny checked them over immediately after breakfast and pronounced them fit although the welts from the caning still showed very clearly and the quirt marks were still there although now fading.

"I cannot believe," Claire exclaimed, "That four weeks ago we were bitter enemies. Now I shall miss you when you go to your home and bed Rita. I'm very jealous of her."

"Why don't you move in with me?" Ken suggested.

"What about Dana? And Rita too."

"We keep them. You like a bit of woman sex so some nights you can take her to bed and I'll sleep with Rita. Rita seems to like a bit of both so they can share a room when they're not wanted in our beds. Let's try if for a week and see how it goes."

Henry was worried about Jan. She did everything she was told. She let him fuck her but her responses were still minimal. A complete contrast to Rachel. Jan just walked around like a zombie with a glazed, faraway look in her eyes. "Miss Debra, is there anything you can do about Jan?" Henry went on to detail his fears.

"I've been worried about her too and talked it over with David but he hasn't any ideas either. You've no ideas at all Henry?"

"Not really miss. Only something Miss Rachel said. You know how Jan starts to come alive when she's screwing a woman? She thought it was because Jan felt threatened by us men and that maybe true. David put her in the scheme, Jack thrashed her, I and others, raped her but I think it started long before that otherwise she wouldn't have reacted like she did when I bent down in front of her and sent her flying. Rachel said it would do her good to have a couple of kids so I wondered if we could put her in the crèche. There's only four working days left for her and she's not doing much in the archive now that I've more or less got the hang of things."

"You'd have to be there too Henry."

"And she'd be naked with the children but I doubt the three to five year olds will take much notice. Many parents go around with nothing on during the warmer weather now. It's for a short time and it might be worth trying."

"You'll miss her too when she returns to work?"

"I guess I will. I'll be a deputy overseer with no one to oversee."

"Maybe it will not be long before the next batch are in the programme," Debra hinted. "Go back to Jan and I'll see what I can arrange with child care."

"Come with me Jan," Henry ordered.

They made their way to the second floor and Henry knocked at the childcare door. A pleasant middle aged woman greeted them. "Come in, come in, come into the house of little horrors," she laughed in such a way Henry and Jan had to laugh too. "Boys and girls, look at me, yes Jolyne that means you too dear. We have visitors who are going to play with you. This man is Henry and the woman is Jan. I'm sure you can remember their names. Henry and Jan."

"Why hasn't she any clothes on?" asked a three year old boy.

"Because she was naughty and they took them away. It doesn't matter does it?"

"Did she get a smacked botty too?" a girl asked pointing at Jan's rear.

"Yes, Tracy, yes she did. Now she not going to be naughty again." She turned to Jan and Henry, "You'll have to expect direct questions like that. Give a simple answer. They won't want the details. For now just mingle and talk or help them with their play or drawing. Shortly after a little boy hit his sister and made her cry. Jan picked the little girl up, gave her a cuddle, then sat and played with a doll and together, they made up a scene which drew others in.

Henry was in good form too. A boy brought him a book to read and instead of just reading it, he acted out the story. The children loved it and sat and cheered as Henry improvised on the text. He kept glancing across at Jan and for the first time in days she had a smile and looked fairly happy. She even laughed at his antics. Antics that were not very different to those that caused her to send him for the thrashing that resulted in her being put into the programme.

That night, cuddled in bed, Janet asked, "You really enjoyed playing with those children, didn't you?" Henry had to think for a moment, Jan never ever started a conversation with him.

"Very much and so did you Jan. You were happier than I've ever seen you. Why don't you apply for a transfer? I can't. They would never agree to a slave being in charge of children."

"I get good pay as a supervisor. I wouldn't mind but the rate for child minders is much less. I'd have to find another way to make up the money to pay the rent."

"Which is worth more, happiness or hassle?" Jan went quiet. "All your working life you've had to fight to keep above the others; to climb the ladder and where has it got you?" There was no answer from Jan. Henry didn't expect one. After a period of silence, Henry continued, "If you like, I'll ask miss Debbie if you can spend a couple of weeks there as a rehabilitation programme. Then if you think you would prefer to stay with the children you can make a more informed choice. What do you think?"

"Sometimes I think you're sweet." She kissed his forehead. "Maybe sometimes I would need an assistant to act a few of the stories, that is if you are not too occupied with new participants in the programme.

Finis.


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