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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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