Second Place Part 6
Monday morning
Danielle took her seat behind her desk. Like clockwork, she felt her
panties being pulled down, followed by her secretary's tongue beginning
its daily task.
"So....how was...mmmmmm.....how was your weekend?" Danielle inquired to
the girl under the desk. The secretary's tongue was already finding
all the right spots.
"Fine," Terri mumbled between licks. Thinking of the weekend of hell
she had been put through, the blonde reflected that it had been
anything but fine.
Before she had left the office on Friday, Terri had had her ass reamed
by three different men--all of them as big as the dildo Danielle had
sodomized her with, or bigger. She'd then gingerly made her way out of
the building and to her car, barely able to walk without pain.
At home, Terri had set to the task of making a nice dinner for her
husband, then getting him drunk. Fridays, Danielle had declared, were
"fuck-nights". She would send a different woman to Terri's house every
"fuck-night", at midnight, and the woman would fuck Terri's husband
while the hapless blonde watched. Terri's job was to get Steven drunk
enough that he would not realize that some other woman was blowing or
fucking him.
Carrie, this week's "lucky contestant", had arrived at exactly
midnight. She was younger than Terri, probably late teens or very
early twenties. Her build was similar, and although her hair was an
angry red and her boobs slightly smaller, Terri doubted that Steven,
now three sheets to the wind, would notice the difference.
Having not seen Carrie at work, Terri had assumed that she must be one
of Danielle's friends. Wondering if she was THAT kind of "friend", the
blonde had tried to detour the girl from her husband.
"Why don't....you and I....on the couch...." she had started to say.
Carrie had slapped her in the face. "Whore. I'm not no fucking dyke.
Oh I get it. I'm Danielle's friend, so I must be a fucking dyke? I'll
make sure and tell her that."
"No please.....I didn't mean--"
"Tell ya what though. I hear you like sticking things up your ass...."
Carrie retrieved an empty wine bottle, left over from Terri's dinner
with Steven. "While I'm in your bed screwing your husband, you can
fuck your ass with this and watch us."
Terri, of course, had done just that, wincing in pain and taking her
time about sliding the bottle into her torn up asshole, until the other
woman offered to do it for her. Terri watched in shame as Carrie
sucked, then rode, her husband. With the wine bottle in one hand,
Terri had used the other hand to play with her clit. Over and over,
she tried to tell herself that it was just to take the edge off the
pain, and that she could not possibly be getting aroused by being so
totally dominated and humiliated. Finally the redhead squeezed her
breasts together around Steven's cock and fucked him with her tits. As
her husband shot his jism all over the stranger's jugs, Terri's
heartbreak and humiliation were running a very distant second to the
pain in her sore, tender asshole.
Then, Carrie was done, and made her way downstairs. Beckoning to
Terri, she had ordered, "Clean off my tits with your tongue." Adding,
"Yes, I'm a little curious. Don't you DARE tell Danielle though!"
"Mmmm mmmm," Terri had confirmed as she licked her husband's cum off
this stranger's boobs. The betrayed wife was just grateful to have the
bottle out of her ass. Carrie, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more
excited than she cared to admit. Judging from the way the redhead's
hard nipples jutted out from her t-shirt as she left, Terri had a
feeling the young woman would be back for more.
Saturday morning, Terri had slept in. She had been awoken at noon by a
call from Danielle, instructing her to be at a certain hotel in an
hour. There, she had found four men whom it seemed Danielle had
selected for their passion for assfucking. Terri, her asshole
extremely sore from its "breaking in" of the day before, had
desperately tried to pass off her other sexual skills to the men, but
to no avail. They had only been interested in one thing, which
unfortunately was the one thing which was causing the blonde the most
agony at the moment. It got so intense after awhile that while one of
the men was fucking her asshole, the other three would have to hold
Terri down.
For six hours Terri's ass had endured the suffering. When she was
finally allowed to leave the hotel, she had had to go to Scott and
Angela's home. There, she had endured three hours of being pinched and
whipped by Angela, while being fucked by Scott. Thankfully, Scott had
stayed out of Terri's ass though.
Sunday, Danielle had let her secretary rest. Terri had thought she
would have time to recover; however, this morning her asshole seemed to
be even more tender and sore. Try as she might, she had been unable to
get the sizing dildo into her ass as was her under-the-desk routine.
Now, Terri was concentrating on Danielle's cunt, hoping to lick it
extra well so that her boss wouldn't notice the absence of the dildo
from her secretary's rear. Her hopes were dashed as, after finishing
her duties, her boss inquired as to where the dildo was, and what it
was doing anywhere except up her ass.
Terri tried to explain how sore she was from the weekend's activities.
The other woman wasn't hearing it.
"I gave you Sunday to rest. And this is how you repay? Expect to be
punished for this."
Danielle pointedly ignored Terri the rest of the morning, letting the
secretary think about what she'd done wrong, or more importantly, to
let her imagine the consequences. Terri tried to stay busy, but
whenever she found some work to do, Danielle would always have someone
else in the office come and take over, leaving Terri with nothing to do
but think about the horrors awaiting her.
At noon, Danielle summoned Terri. "Time for us to go to lunch!" So,
she was in for another lunchtime humiliation by her boss.
Danielle did not disappoint. On the way to the bistro, she instructed
a horrified Terri what was expected.
When the waiter came to take the order, Terri recited her lines almost
perfectly.
"Do you have sausage?"
"How thick is it? Is it bigger than two of my fingers put together?"
"Do you have whole cucumbers?"
"How long and how thick are they?"
"What about hot dogs? I like them foot long! And could you put some
mayonnaise on the tip?"
"I'd also like a fresh banana. Preferably one that's not ripe yet.
They're stiffer when they're like that!" she confided to the waiter
with a wink.
As the waiter walked away, he tried vainly to hold the menus in front
of him to conceal his raging hardon. Terri, meanwhile, spent the
entire lunch under the table. When her food was delivered, Danielle
handed each item to the blonde under the table, so she could service
herself with it. The giant cucumber was somewhat excruciating, but the
blonde was just thankful that it was in her cunt instead of other
places which would be worse.
All the while Terri munched away at her boss' pussy.
Dessert came....tapioca pudding for Danielle, and a popsicle for Terri.
"Here, something to cool off that hot slutty cunt of yours," Danielle
remarked as she unwrapped the popsicle. Terri welcomed the ice cold
treat, which killed much of the pain of having had her cunt stretched
by the cucumber.
Danielle rubbed a spoonful of the white pudding into her pussy. "Lick
it off," she ordered her servant. "Just imagine you're licking your
husband's cum out of some other woman's snatch....oh YEAH.....which by
the way will be happening again real soon....UMMMMM yeah....!"
While eating out her boss, Terri fucked her own cunt with the popsicle
until it melted completely. Then she substituted her fingers for the
popsicle stick.
Surprisingly, they got out of the restaurant without Terri being pimped
off on any of the staff. And the rest of the work day went without
incident. As she drove home, Terri hoped that Danielle had forgotten
about the dildo incident, or that the lunchtime humiliation was being
considered to be punishment enough.
She was wrong about this, though. Late that night, Danielle showed up
with Carrie, and the two girls treated Terri's sleeping husband to a
double blowjob, with an obscene twist--Danielle made Terri take off her
wedding ring and give it to Carrie, who wore it herself while she went
down on the tormented girl's husband. Meanwhile Danielle licked
Steven's balls and up and down his cock shaft, and a few times the two
ladies' tongues touched briefly. Then Carrie gave the wedding ring to
Danielle, who slipped it on her own ring finger as she lowered her hot
love box onto Steven's erect prick. Terri, of course, had been told to
stay in the doorway and watch. She wept as she watched her rival,
boss, and for all practical purposes, her owner, wearing HER wedding
ring while fucking HER husband. When Steven climaxed, Danielle went
through the usual routine of leading the tormented blonde downstairs
and getting the cum eaten out of her cunt.
As Terri dutifully performed her task, Carrie watched. The younger
woman was definitely curious, there was no question about it.
"Would you like to join us?" Danielle prodded. "I'm sure we could find
a place for you."
"No, I don't think so," Carrie replied, though she didn't take her eyes
off the beautiful blonde's tongue buried in her boss' snatch.
"Well if you ever change your mind, Terri here will be glad to do
anything and everything you can imagine. Isn't that right, Terri?"
"Yes ma'am...." the blonde mumbled.
"Good girl." Danielle got up and got dressed. "Now finger fuck your
cunt until we're gone." The two women got up to leave. Terri,
completely humiliated and beaten, cried as she slipped her fingers
inside her pussy for the millionth time. "And," Danielle added with a
smile, "don't try and follow us." As the two women left the home which
they were helping to wreck, the brunette commented to her friend, "I've
always wanted to say that...." Everyone but Terri found humor in this.
It was not until the sound of Danielle's car had faded into the night
that Terri stopped fucking her fingers. And Danielle was all the way
across town, dropping Carrie off at her home, before Terri realized
that the other woman still had her wedding ring.
The abused blonde curled up on the couch and cried herself to sleep.
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The next day, Terri knew she would have to ask for her wedding ring
back. She just hoped that she would not have to do anything especially
painful or humiliating to get it back....although of course she would
do so, without question, if necessary.
All day long, she tried to get a moment alone with Danielle, to ask for
the ring back. But she literally could not get a word in edgewise.
From the moment Danielle walked in the office, Terri was kept busy.
First, of course, she had her morning cunt lapping to attend to (the
dildo firmly embedded up her ass this time--the young blonde had
learned her lesson.) Then Terri was sent across town on errands.
When she returned, Danielle was gone for a long lunch; Jeanie and
Angela, however, took turns tormenting the girl. Sending her back and
forth to the mailroom, making her do obscene things with office
supplies, and little things of that caliber. Fortunately Danielle
returned before the girls could make Terri staple her cunt lips
together.
Relieved, Terri followed Danielle into her office.
"Sit down," Danielle said excitedly. "I have something to show you!"
This couldn't possibly be good. Danielle took out some 8x10 pictures
of some models. There were two pictures of each model, in identical
poses. Except for the fact that in picture #2, each model had larger
breasts.
"So what do you think?" Danielle was still excited.
"Their boobs are bigger in these other pictures....." Terri offered.
Her boss laughed at her. "Duh! You definitely ARE blonde! That's
because they have implants! I was just at this doctor who does boob
jobs. He does good work, don't you think?"
"I suppose....but...."
"So.....what do you think?" Danielle asked again.
Terri was not sure what the other woman wanted to hear, but she felt as
if she were being tested. "I like....um....I mean.....you
look....good....the way you are...."
"Are you really that dumb, Terri, or are you just acting?" Danielle
teased. "They're not for me, silly.....they're for YOU."
"But.....I don't need...."
"Yes, you do. I took an impromptu office poll, and 100% of the men I
asked said they'd like to see you with bigger tits. So.....goodbye, D
cup.....hello, triple D's!"
"Danielle.....please....I'll look like a slut....."
"Hon," Terri's boss confided, "everyone in this company concurs, that
you are the biggest slut any of us know. And now," she finished
gleefully, "you'll be an even BIGGER slut! Thanks to the wonders of
silicone!!!!"
"Please.....no....my husband...." Terri pleaded.
"--will love them," Danielle finished for her. "He loved your big tits
when you stole him away from me, didn't he? He damn sure didn't pick
you for your personality."
"I can't....it's expensive....an operation....new clothes...." Terri
fumbled for excuses.
"New clothes? I'd prefer you keep the outfits you have. Should be
interesting to see you BUSTing out of them!" She laughed. "As far as
money goes.....I made a little transaction today which will pay for
some of the cost of the operation. The rest, you'll earn on your back,
turning tricks three times a week."
"Three times.....?" Terri gasped in horror.
"You're right. Four would be better. Four times a week."
"You're going to turn me into a whore!" Terri said in astonishment.
"Sweetie, you already are a whore. All those men you've been fucking
in hotels? All of them paid me."
Terri was in disbelief. "Well, I can't do it anymore! I won't!
Danielle....ma'am....I have to draw the line!"
Danielle stood up. "Draw the line. I see. Well, before you draw that
line, let me give you one more reason to do this." Reaching in her
purse, she pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here's how I got the
money for part of the boob job." Terri burst into tears as she
realized what the paper was.
"It's amazing how pawn shops try to rip you off nowadays. How much did
that ring cost Steven when he bought it for you? Must have been around
three grand. They barely gave me half of that!"
"Now," Danielle continued as Terri fell to pieces, "you'll go to the
hotel four nights a week, and you'll fuck whoever I send to you.
They'll pay me in advance, but who knows? If you're a REAL good fuck,
maybe they'll tip you. And if you save up enough tips, maybe you'll
even be able to get your ring back before the pawn shop sells it.
Maybe," she reflected, "it'll end up with a woman who knows how to be
loyal to her husband, instead of being a doormat for men!" The
brunette, savoring her control over the bawling secretary, paused. "So
is this acceptable? Or are you still drawing the line?"
"No...." Terri whispered. "No....I'll....I'll do it."
"Great. You're scheduled for the boob job tomorrow." As Terri started
to sob about the money, Danielle added, "I'm loaning you the rest of
the money. I'm sure you'll earn it back for me, with interest. Now,
how about using that pretty tongue to thank me for the loan...." As a
beaten Terri got on her knees, Danielle humiliated her some more.
"You'll have a few days off to recover from your operation. Then,
you'll throw a tit-warming party, to commemorate your new boobs.
You'll make out invitations and pass out flyers around the office, and
we'll have the party at the hotel of your choice."
