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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
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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