Janet looked at the file sitting in her lap with shock. There it was in black and white, absolute proof of all of the money she had diverted into a covered account that only she could access. It had all seemed so easy and now here she was, caught, no ifs-ands-or-buts. She couldn't even look up at the three men sitting opposite her.

Life at Tobiason Securities had seemed so easy for the twenty-three year old beauty. She had dazzled them in her interview, and had been doing great business ever since. She was a tremendous operator, and knew how to get what she wanted. Being beautiful helped. Janet learned in high school that her full lips, big blue eyes and thick wavy blonde hair, combined with big, full breasts set on a trim yet shapely frame, had the capacity to turn men into jello. Especially her breasts. Set high on her chest, they were almost too big for her frame, making her look like a comic book character. She was often compared with Playboy star Anna Nicole Smith, though she never appreciated the comparison. She considered the model to be a no class bimbo, and did everything she could to play down the resemblance. She dressed conservatively and wore more natural make-up.

Janet learned early the power she wielded was far stronger when it was subtle, not overt. She learned it was far stronger, not by showing off her cleavage, but just by flicking her hair to one side in the middle of a conversation with a man, invariably causing him to lose his thought in mid sentence. She learned not to bend down using her knees, but rather to lean over from the waist if she wanted to mesmerize, but yet never to appear available. She learned that she never had to do anything but create the aura of "maybe" to get what she wanted. She was "sassy" and "untouchable," and sometimes drove men to the brink of just grabbing her in frustration.

The men at Tobiason Securities had been no different. Some tried to play it cooler than others, but most fell over themselves to be helpful. Though she was in a large area of the firm, she quickly ruled the roost. And once she became established, no one had ever questioned her.

That is why she had set up a dummy account and began to skim off money into it. It had been so easy. She figured that though they were all eager to get her in the sack, they also thought she was stupid.

She had even been so confident that when she was unexpectedly called into the senior vice president's office, a man she had never even met, she had assumed it was to hear how great she was doing or even to discuss a promotion. When she'd walked into his office and seen two other executives with Mr. Jamison, she'd even felt more sure. It wasn't until she saw the two video cameras set up and running that she became nervous. They were only usually used for depositions.

Mr. Jamison's office was huge and beautifully furnished. It was grand without being showy. On one side, just to the right as you entered was his large desk surrounded by bookshelves, three computer screens, and expensive art. The entire wall to the left was made up of four enormous windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, providing a breathtaking view of the city. Just in front of the windows was a conference table where the three men sat silhouetted by the light, facing her. Mr. Jamison, the resident of the office, had offered her a seat opposite them.

He had started by asking her how she liked working at Tobiason, asking her what her plans were, etc. She had been a little hesitant at first, but had told them the truth, that she liked it there and that she hoped to do well and move into a senior position. Then he had just handed her the file and asked her to look at it. As soon as she opened it adrenaline rushed into her stomach. There it was, a complete and total record of her transfers to an account that only she could sign on. Janet just stared at the papers. She noticed that the hand holding the file began to tremble. She was totally confused.

"I can't tell you what a disappointment you are to us," said Mr. Jamison after a moment, matter of factly, breaking her out of the trance. She looked up at him. His face was a mix of sterness and maturity. "Our policy here is full prosecution. In this case it means embezzlement and fraud. Do you have anything to say?"

For the first time in her young life, Janet was totally helpless. The realization brought tears to her eyes.

"We always bring the employee in to inform them before we notify the authorities." He looked at her sternly. "Do you have anything to say?" he repeated.

She looked briefly at the two video cameras, and considered lying for a second, trying to wriggle out of it, but thought better of it. It was all too clear. There was no escape. "Please," she said over her tears. "I'll pay back every cent."

"Please what?" asked Jamison.

She suddenly felt like a child way out of her depth. How could she have been so stupid? She realized that prosecution would mean an end to her career at the least, and very likely worse. The image of jail time entered her mind.  

"Please...please don't call the authorities," she replied. "I promise I will make it up."

Jamison laughed. "Do you know how long it would take?"

She was stung by his laughter. She felt foolish.

"Please, I really will, I promise..."

"Why on earth should we make an exception in your case?"

"I promise I will work twice as hard, and I'll even go without pay..." She became desperate. "Please, I don't want to go to jail."

Jamison looked at her for a moment. She squirmed beneath his gaze.

"Are you suggesting that now- now that you have been caught embezzling from the firm- that you are somehow capable of some renewed sense of loyalty and dedication?" He chuckled at her, making her feel like a child.

She realized how it looked, but she was desperate. "Yes," she replied, "if you give me a chance, I will show you."

"You will show us loyalty?"

"Yes."

"Well," he said, "Perhaps I can suggest one thing."

She looked up hopefully.

"I won't promise that we won't prosecute, but I do have a rather special job that needs to be done, one that you might be ideal for."

He looked at her for a moment without speaking.

"It would require that you do exactly as you are told, no matter what- no matter what you think or feel about it."

"Please," she said anxiously. "I'll do it."

"Understand that in undertaking this project you will have to sign a waiver, and that we in no way agree to waive prosecution."

She looked apprehensively.

"But if you do this task well," he smiled at her, "you can, perhaps, indefinitely postpone it."

"I'll do it, please, you won't be sorry..."

Jamison opened another file and handed it to her, making her get up to reach across the table. A pen was clipped to it.

"Open it, initial each page, and sign at the bottom." he said.

Janet cast her eyes over the document, but could hardly make out the legalese. It was clearly a waiver of all responsibility to the firm and the individuals in it. She had no choice. She took the pen and did as she was told. She handed it back.

"We will have to see if you will be suitable. Can you follow instructions without question?"

"Yes." she replied anxiously. She was desperate to avoid the police.

"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and that failure to do so will result in justice taking its course."

"Yes," she replied, somewhat puzzled.

Mr. Jamison leaned forward in his seat and folded his hands together on the table.

"Stand up."

She looked confused for a second, and then got to her feet.

"Unbutton your blouse."

"Wha..." Janet was shocked. This was not what she expected, not here in this office, in front of these executives. She thought he meant something business oriented, something that would take hard work, long hours. Not this. She stood stunned.

"Not a very impressive start," he said.

Janet's face colored at the situation. She looked briefly at the two other men, and then at the two video cameras pointing at her.

"Yes," said Jamison, "we want a video record of our discussion."

 She had no choice. She reached up to the top button of her crisp white blouse and opened it. She took a deep breath and worked her way down to the second, and then the third, exposing her chest and ample cleavage. She got to the bottom of the row of buttons and hesitated, not sure what to do next.

"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said.

Janet's face went bright red. She slowly pulled it up free of her skirt and pulled the two halves apart, exposing her chest, stomach and big breasts in their white bra. She stood for a moment, holding it open.

"Take it off and lay it on the table."

She slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and down her arms. She laid it on the table. She stood before them in her white bra, which just barely contained her big breasts. She had purchased it to wear with business clothes precisely because it flattened them out, but in doing so, it also made them bulge out of the top obsenely. She never wore it when she thought anyone might see it. Her nipples were faintly visible through the white material beneath the lacy design.

The men looked at her for a moment. She shifted her feet uncomfortably.

"Are you wearing pantyhose?" asked Jamison.

It took a second for the question to sink in. "Ah...yes." she replied.

"For the rest of the time that we feel like maintaining your employment here you are not to wear them again."

Janet could hardly believe her ears. He was talking to her as though she were a tart, or a whore.

"You are only to wear panties," he continued, "that are cut high in the back so that most of your ass is exposed."

Janet stood dumbfounded.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Y..yes."

"You will be checked on."

He looked at her.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Good. Now turn around."

She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the men. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back. Her full bottom filled her business skirt.

"Take off your skirt and hose."

She was mortified. She had never been spoken to like this. She reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp. She pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs bringing her ass into view. The men enjoyed the sight of her white-panty clad bottom through the beige pantyhose. The flair of her hips was perfect, resulting in a full, round ass. She let the skirt drop to the floor.

Janet stepped out of her shoes and slipped her fingers into the waist of the hose and began working them down over her hips. As she worked them down, she bent forward sticking her ass back out towards her audience.

"She's got a nice ass," she heard one of them say behind her.

"Yeah, not bad." said another.

She pushed the hose all the way down off of her feet and, now in only her panties and bra, she stood back upright. She waited. She stared at Jamison's unoccupied executive desk across the room in disbelief. Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.

"Put your shoes back on and turn around."

She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly around to face the men. She felt their eyes going up and down her lithe body. Her face went bright red.

"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full circle."

She reached her hands up and put them on the top of her head, exposing her body and pushing her big tits out. She slowly pivoted on her left foot and gave the men an obscene display. She went all the way around.

"You were right, Dave," said Mr. Jamison to one of the other men. "She does have big tits." He looked back at Janet and smiled. "They're the only reason your not on your way to jail."

She blushed bright red.

" How big are they?"

She almost choked with anger and embarrassment. She had never been talked to like this.

"Th..thirty-eight."

"Thirty-eight what?"

"D...double D."

"Mmmmm," replied Mr. Jamison. "That is big."

She stood in total shame. She knew what was coming.

"Well. let's see them."

She closed her eyes for second in humiliation. She opened them and looked beyond the men and out the big windows at the other buildings. She wondered if anyone out there could see. She slowly reached behind her back and grasped the clasp of her bra. She popped the eyelets free and pulled them apart across her back and slid the bra straps down off of her shoulders. She held the bra in front of her for a second before slowly lowering it. Her big nude tits bounced free.

The three men took in the sight as she stood there. Her tits were big and round, and whiter than the rest of her skin. The tan lines were clearly visible. Her big nipples were placed directly in the center of the large mounds.

"Raise your arms up above your head."

She raised her arms up, causing her tits to stick out obscenely.

"Think she'll do?" asked Mr. Jamison. He cocked his head to one side.

"Yeah, I think so," replied one of the men. "She's got nice big nipples."

Janet was in agony, standing there being looked at like a slab of meat. While it had happened before, she had always been clothed, and it was usually on her terms.

"Does she remind you of anyone? An actress or someone?" asked one of the men.

They all looked at the exposed beauty.

"Yeah, actually," said Jamison. "Who is it?"

They stared for a moment.

"Who do you look like, Janet?" asked Jamison finally.

"I...well...I don't know," she replied. She couldn't bear to say it standing in front of them like this,

"Come on, you must have heard it before," said Jamison.

"You look just like someone," said another.

She had to say it. It was obvious, and she didn't want to get into trouble."Ann..Anna...Anna Nicole Smith."

"Yes, that's it," said Jamison. "You do look like her."

"Especially the tits," offered another.

The men all laughed.

Janet wanted to die. She wished she could just run.

"Okay," said Jamison. "Now, we got work to do. I want you to go around to the end of the table," he motioned to his right and then behind him, "and I want you to walk right up to the window.

She looked to the spot apprehensively. Nude, except for her panties and shoes, the tall willowy blonde with the big breasts followed his instruction. The men watched as she walked around the long table, right up to the window. She looked out over the tremendous view.

"Put your hands on top of your head and move up."

She did.  

"Put your tits against the glass."

Janet did as instructed. She leaned forward touching the cold glass with her nipples. The contact made her suck in her breath.

The three men left her standing there while they got on with other business.

After a half hour or so, Jamison reached for the phone and pushed a speed dial button. He lifted the handset out of the battery charger stand and walked over to where Janet was standing. Listening for an answer, he sat at the edge of the table a few feet from her. She felt his eyes go up and down her exposed body.

"Bill?" he said into it. "Yeah, fine...Say got a minute?...Great, well have a look in my window, and tell me what you think."

Janet felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She was on lewd display. She looked out at the buildings, wondering which one he was talking to. She closed her eyes in humiliation.

A moment passed.

"Nice, eh?" He chuckled, and then listened.

"Oh that's right, I forgot. You're an ass man..." He looked over at Janet.

"Turn around," he told her.

Keeping her hands on her head, she stepped back and turned herself around facing the room. She noticed the two other men had walked up to stand in front of her.

"Pull your panties about halfway down your thighs."

Janet bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. The blonde hair of her sex came into view.

"What do you think?" Jamison said into the phone.

He listened.

"Bend over," he said to her.

Slowly, she bent over at the waist.

"Press your ass against the glass."

She leaned backward until the cheeks of her bottom made contact with the cool glass.

He listened for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Your right," he laughed again, "Goddamned right she deserves it."

He listened again.

Janet's heart began to pound with anxiety.

"Sure, I'll set the phone down so you can hear...Better yet, why don't you talk to her."

He walked over to the middle of the conference table. He set the phone down.

"Come on over here," he said.

Janet straightened up. She reached down for her panties.

"Leave them."

She began to walk, shuffling uncomfortably towards him.

"My friend reminded me that naughty little thieving bitches deserve spankings."

"Please..." she said as she watched him walk over to his desk. Standing against the conference room table with her panties down was the most embarrassing thing she could imagine. And now, he was going to a spanking in front of these other two executives. He rummaged around his desk before coming up with a long ruler. He swished it in the air.

"Now, bend over the table," he said, ignoring her.

She looked to the two other men in the hopes that one would intervene.

They just looked impassively. One of them smiled at her.

She turned around in front of the conference table, once again looking out of the enormous windows. She leaned herself forward until her elbows were on the table top.

"All the way down, and straighten your legs" said Jamison.

Janet bent farther, mashing her big breasts against the table top. With her long legs straight, her round, naked ass came up

"Now I want you to take the phone."

Janet reached out and took the phone. She looked at the lighted numbers and tried not to think about who was on the other end.

"Go on, say hello." Jamison laughed. The other men did as well.

She was dying of shame and humiliation.

Turning her head upright and moving her chin onto the table top, she put the phone to her ear.

"H...hello," she said into it.

"Hello, young lady," said a male voice. "It is nice to SEE you." He laughed. "What's your name?"

She clenched her eyes closed in shame.

"J...Janet." She almost lied, but thought better of it.

"Well Janet, I look forward to meeting you in person."

A shudder went through her body. She realized that she was totally trapped, that she had to do whatever these men asked.

She was also totally speechless.

"You've got a nice ass, Janet," said the voice. "I liked looking at it."

"Th, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she suddenly screamed out as the ruler splatted down against her naked bottom. Her hand gripped the phone.

"Say thank you, Janet," said the voice.

"Th..th..thank you..." she replied.

"You know what I like about your ass, Janet?" said the voice.

Her mind was spinning.

"Wha..what."

"It's nice and full and meaty without being too big."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she cried out again as a second stroke slapped her bottom. The pain started to heat up.

"What do you say?" asked the voice.

"Ah...ah...Tha..thank you."

"That's right. Now don't forget again."

Tears brimmed over her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. She was so helpless.

"I look forward to putting my hands on your ass, Janet."

She listened in horror, waiting for the next stroke.

"I'm looking forward to getting your meaty asscheeks in my hands."

She shuttered.

"I'm going to enjoy squeezing them and pulling them apart and looking at your asshole."

She wanted to be sick.

"Do you like it in the ass, Janet?" asked the voice.

"WHAT?" she asked with shock. Fear and revulsion spread over her. She was talking to a real pervert.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH," she cried out, another stroke. She fought back the urge to reach back with her free hand and rub her burning bottom.

"Thank you," she said quickly, remembering. Pain and fear mixed in her swirling mind.

"So you've never had it in the ass?" said the voice.

"No...please...my GOD..." She fought back the panic.

"I see."

"AAAAHHHHHHH" stroke number four. "PLEASE...no more." The pain became searing.

Silence on the line.

"Thank you," she said, remembering again.

"I look forward to meeting you, Janet," said the voice. "Very forward indeed." Click.

A dial tone filled her ear. She laid the phone down and began to weep. Her bottom was on fire.

She suddenly felt hands on her bottom. They began to rub it. She resisted the impulse to look behind her.

The hands began to knead the cheeks.

She just wept at the violation.

"Lift your head up, Janet," said Jamison after a moment.

Still lying on her stomach, she lifted her chin

Suddenly material was laid over her eyes cutting off the light. She felt it wrap several times around her head. It felt like a tie. She was being blindfolded.

Once the blindfold was secure, she felt hands reach down and guide her panties, which she'd held between her thighs, down her legs. They guided her feet out of them.

The hands slowly traced their way back up her legs. Tingles combined with the burning heat, making her mind spin.

"Turn over," said a male voice thick with lust.

Almost before she could respond she felt herself being turned over onto her back. All of her bravado was gone. She was helpless. She instinctively reached a hand down to cover her exposed pussy. Her other arm went across her breasts.

She felt her feet get lifted and perched on the edge of the table spreading her legs wide apart. Someone took her hands away and moved them towards her feet.

"Grab your ankles," a male voice commanded.

"Please..." she uttered.

"DO IT."

She wrapped her fingers around her ankles, holding her legs wide apart. Hands grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the very edge of the table. Her ass met the edge. Her pussy was totally exposed.

She flinched as she felt hands start caressing her exposed inner thighs. She fought back the urge to scream.

The hands slowly and gently caressed her skin in a circular motion, working toward her pussy. She clamped down on her teeth.

The fingers gently traced the outside of her pussy lips, making her shudder. A finger moved slowly up to the top, brushing her clitoris. It gently moved over her clit, lightly flicking it back and forth. Janet began to squirm under the manipulation.

Suddenly, another pair of hands reached out from over the top and behind her, scooping up her big, pillowy tits from either side and mashing them together. The fingers began tugging on her nipples, contrasting with the gentleness of the manipulation on her pussy. Her bottom still burned and her head spun under all the sensations.

She felt something something slick get spread onto her pussy. The manipulating fingers began to smear it around. It was some kind of lubricant. The fingers in her crotch began to move more forcefully, matching the mauling hands on her big tits. Her entire body began to rock with the motion.

And then she felt it.

She felt a penis head come into contact with her pussy.

In the darkness of the blindfold, she gritted her teeth and gripped her ankles. She felt the tip of the prick rub up and down the outside of her sex in a circular motion. The hard cock slid up and down the length of her slit.

And then, it slipped in.

Suddenly, it pushed all of the way into her cunt, causing her back to arch instinctively. It pulled out again, and thrust back in, and then back and forth with fury, matching the mauling hands on her big tits.

She felt the table rock, as someone climbed up on it. She felt them sit down on her stomach. Whomever it was grabbed her arms and pulled them up away from her legs.

"Push your tits together," a male voice commanded.

Her head was spinning with the pounding she was taking. The hands pushed her hands against her tits. She did as she was told, pushing her massive breasts together.

She felt hands begin to smear the lubricant all over the tits she held so submissively in place, like a sacrificial offering. The hands squeezed them and fingers rolled her slick nipples, causing them to stand out.

Then she felt a hot, stiff prick squeeze in between her tits, and then begin to push back and forth. Someone was fucking her tits.

"Push ?em together harder."

She pushed her tits together, trapping the prick between them.

Both men fucked her.

She felt the conference table rocking underneath her.

Sensations began to flood her brain like a submarine hit by a torpedo. Her ass still burned, but the pain was no longer totally unpleasant. It added an edge to the fucking she was taking. The prick between her slick, shiny tits almost burned.

Suddenly a pair of fingers entered her mouth and began to run in and out.

"Suck on them," ordered the man on top of her.

Janet closed her mouth around them, and began to suck them.

Within moments, she felt the prick between her tits begin to pick up speed. The voice began to growl and she suddenly felt his body lift off of her.

She flinched as she felt the spunk shoot onto her face and neck. A gob landed near the corner of her mouth. She quickly turned her head to one side. She felt more land on her neck.

The other man continued to fuck her, pounding in and out.

A hand reached out and grabbed her by the chin, moving her face back up.

"Stick your tongue out."

She had no choice. She slowly opened her mouth the pushed her tongue out.

"Lick it clean."

She felt the prick against it. She ran her tongue over it as best she could in the position she was in.

Suddenly the man fucking her stopped. He pulled out of her cunt. She was abruptly lifted off of the table and stood upright. Her legs were wobbly.

"Get down," said one of the men.

She felt herself being pushed downward to her knees.

She was kneeling. She felt someone grab a handfull of her hair and pull her head forward.

"Suck it off."

She felt a prick touch her lips. She could smell the sex on in. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and opened her mouth slightly, and felt the cock jam in, almost causing her to gag. She knew what was required.

She reached up and grasped the stiff prick and began to pump it. She felt the grip on her hair tighten.

As she sucked the cock, she felt one of the men kneel behind her. He reached around and began to play with her tits. He slid his hand down to her cunt.

"Open your legs," said the voice behind her.

Keeping the rythum going, she moved her knees apart. She felt his right hand move in between her thighs and begin stroking her cunt. The other hand kneaded her left breast.

She felt the grip on her hair tighten again.

"YES," said the voice above her. "NOW SWALLOW IT ALL!"

Two strokes later, she felt the hot load squirt into her mouth. She fought the impulse to gag, and quickly swallowed it down. More soon followed. She sucked hard and swallowed again.

Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth.

She felt the man behind her stand up.

"Stay right where you are," he said. He grabbed a handful of her hair.

She felt another stiff prick touch her lips.

"Open up," he said.

She opened her mouth again, and accepted his prick. She reached up and grabbed it and began the process over again. She pumped it as he fucked her face.

The other two men squatted down on either side of her and began running their hands over her body.

"Come on SUCK that prick," said one of the men.

"Look at this cunt gobble dick." said the other. She felt her breasts get squeezed.

"Suck it harder, HARDER," said the voice on her left.

She sucked harder. She heard movement to her left.

"Maybe this will help motivate her," said the voice.

She flinched as she felt him press something against her bottom. She realized it was the ruler she'd been spanked with.

"Stick your ass out," he said.

"NNNNNNNNNNN," Janed moaned through her nose. She sucked her cheeks in and began bobbing her head.

She felt the ruler touch her skin. She leaned forward on her knees, pushing her bottom out. She felt the ruler slowly move in a small, circular motion across her skin at her bottom's fullest, fleshiest point..

The mauling of her nude tits continued while she blindly sucked on the anonymous prick in front of her.

SPLAT!

"NNNNNNNNNNN," she cried out over the stiff cock as the ruler cracked against her ass.

"Faster," said the man.

She picked up speed, sucking hard.

"SPLAT!"

"FASTER."

"AAARRRGGGGMMMMM," she cried out. She began to work the prick furiously. Suddenly, she felt her hair grabbed, pulling her face forward. Semen squirted out into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it down. Another load came. She swallowed again.

After a few more thrusts, the cock pulled out of her mouth. She didn't move. She stayed on her knees and kept her ass sticking out behind her. She heard the men putting their clothes back on. She heard zippers going up.

Another few moments passed and she felt the blindfold being untied. She kept her eyes closed as it was unwrapped. She felt someone squat down on her left side. A hand covered her left breast. It began to caress it.

"Well, Janet," It was Mr. Jamison's voice. He began to gently roll her nipple in his fingers. "For now this is going to be our dirty little secret. No one else here at the firm will know about it."

"Th..thank you," she replied. She didn't know what else to say.

"That is, for now."

She felt his hand roam across both of her breasts.

"Now, as I mentioned," he continued, "we have a special job for you. But in the meantime, there will be several small tasks for you to perform. It is imparitive that you perform them exactly as directed."

Her big tits tingled with the fondling he was giving them.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes." Her bottom burned, and she felt sick.

"Good." He pulled on both nipples."Now, we have work to do. So why don't you put your clothes back on and straighten yourself out and get back to work."

He let go of her tits and stood up. Janet put her hands down and stood as well. She covered her breasts with one arm as she began to pick up her clothing.

"There's a bathroom to your right."

She noticed a door in the wall to the left of the windows. It was cut into the wood so as to be inconspicuous. She took her clothes and entered the executive bathroom. It was beautiful, and included a shower and a bathtub. She quickly put her clothes back on, and was just about to step into her pantyhose when she remembered. Her mind flooded with fear and anger. He had instructed her not to wear them. And she had to obey. She tossed them into the wastebasket.

She looked at her face in the mirror, and had to fight off the impulse to cry again. She was a mess. Her make-up was smeared around her eyes. She took some toilet tissue and folded it over several times and wetted it. She was lucky she had her purse with her. She brushed her hair and reapplied her make-up. Within a few minutes she was ready. She went back into the office. The three men ignored her, concentrating on their discussion. She stood there for a moment, and then walked out.

Back at her desk, things were buzzing like usual and she got right back to work, trying to free mind of the horrible episode that had just taken place. No one seemed to notice that anything was different, and she was glad of that.

She was almost back in the swing of her job several hours later when she answered the phone.

"Janet?" It was Mr. Jamison's voice.She shuddered at the sound of it.

"Yes."

"I'm forwarding a call to you."

She gripped the phone tightly in her hand.

"Do I need to remind you what is expected?"

"No," she responded.

She heard a click.

"Janet?"

She felt her stomach lurch. It was the voice on the phone from Mr. Jamison's office.

"We get to meet sooner than I thought."

She was speechless.

"Now," the voice continued, "here are your instructions..."

Janet's heart pounded with fear as she watched the numbers light up on the elevator- 9...10...11. She was almost to the point of panic. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She had to calm down. She had no choice.

Fear had gripped her as soon as she'd heard the voice on the phone. It was that horrible man, that disgusting pervert who'd asked her those unbelievable questions. Her mind could hardly deal with the reality of what was happening- that she was under the orders of a man she had never met, and whose introduction to her had been his seeing her naked in a window. Because he was an "ass man," she'd had to turn around to put her bottom on display. She felt a tremor go through her as she put her hand up to cover her face.

This couldn't be happening.

The voice on the phone had been very specific. He told her that she was expected to do everything she was told, to obey precisely, every order. She had listened with trepidation as he had given her directions where to go, which she assumed, was to the same office building from which he had watched her. The thought made her cringe.

She was to arrive at the building at 7:30pm, directly from work, so she was in the same clothes, and to give her name to the security guard. Then she was to take the elevator to the thirty-eighth floor. She was to go left out of the elevator to the end of the hall, turn right, and then go into the fourth door on the left, the one that said "kitchen." There, she was to look for a note on the table that would give her further instructions.

Her stomach lurched as she felt the elevator come to a stop. A soft ping sounded as the doors opened up. She could hardly move. Finally she stepped forward. There were no written signs, or any indication as to where she was. It was just a hallway. It was totally quiet. She followed her instructions and went down the hall. She found the door that said "kitchen" and pushed it open.

It was just as the sign said, a large employee kitchen. Along the wall in front of her, opposite the door, was a sink and a long counter augmented by overhead cabinets and drawers. To the right of the counter were four vending machines. Farther to the right was a eating area with three long tables. Sitting on the middle table was a brown paper bag. A note was attached with her name on it. She walked up to it and picked it up and opened it.

"Dear Janet," it said. "How nice it will be to see you again." She closed her eyes for a moment. She felt sick. She forced herself to read on. "Please go back to the door, and put in the doorstop to keep it open. Then, inside this bag you will find a blindfold. Please put it on. Once secure, you are to turn and keep your back to the door and count out loud to one hundred. Then, at one hundred, you are to take your panties off and hold them with both hands behind your back. You are to wait in that position until someone comes to give you further instructions. You are to follow them without question."

Janet's head spun as she put down the note. She could just imagine the picture she would be presenting- a sex toy just waiting to be played with by anyone who came along. Anger and trepidation welled up inside her. How could this have happened?

She opened the paper bag and looked inside. Sure enough, there was a black blindfold, a long strip of cloth. She pulled it out. She noticed something else, and let out a gasp as she saw what it was- a tube of lubricant. She began to shake, and had to resist the impulse to run. Her body quivered as she tried to calm herself. The hand holding the bag trembled.

She turned and walked back over to the door and found the doorstop on the ground. She opened the door and wedged it in place. She cautiously looked out into the si, but saw no one. On wobbly legs, she went back to the table and reassumed the position, standing at the edge of it, with her back to the room. She held back the urge to panic and picked up the blindfold. She slowly began to wrap it around her head. She cringed as she felt the light go out as the material went around her. Once in place, she took a deep breath and began to count. She fought back the urge to scream as her frustration welled up.

"One...t...two...th...three..." she called out as she began. Her voice quivered with emotion as she counted.

She stopped suddenly at thirty-seven when she thought she heard something behind her. Someone was there. She waited for a second before realizing that she had to continue.

"Th..thirty eight...thirty nine..."

Her heart pounded as she counted.

"...forty-nine...fifty..."

She heard footsteps. Again she stopped.

She heard a chair being moved. Her stomach lurched as she started counting again.

"...fifty-one...fifty-two..."

She could hear movement, but couldn't tell how many people were in the room. She kept counting.

"...seventy-two...seventy-three..."

She couldn't hear over her own voice. She strained her ears.

"...ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one hundred."

She stopped. There was no sound. The room went quiet. She gritted her teeth. She had no idea who was behind her- who was going to be watching her through the next step- as she had to take her panties off. She wanted to scream.

She took a deep breath and slowly reached her hands up in front of her. With one hand, she carefully lifted the front of her skirt. She slid the other hand beneath it. She slid her thumbs into the top of her panties just above the tuft of her pubic hair and began to pull them down. It was hard just pulling from the front so that her skirt would not come up, and she had to slide her thumbs across her hips. Careful not to bend forward, she managed to pull them over her hips and lush bottom and down her legs. She carefully stepped out of them and stood back upright. Holding the material, she slowly moved her hands behind her back. Her hands gripped the panties.

She could feel eyes on her back, but several moments passed. She just stood there. Waiting.

What was going on?

Nothing happened.

She tried not to think about what she looked like standing like this.

Suddenly she jumped as once again she heard footsteps. They walked into the room and stopped- no doubt taking in the scene. They started up again, walking towards her.

"Well, hello, Janet."

It was him. She cringed.

"You're looking very nice today- from here anyway."

She could feel her face burning with shame and anger. She heard him move right up behind her. Her heart began to pound with fear. She was totally helpless.

His hands went to the tops of her shoulders. One of them reached up and began to stroke her hair. She gritted her teeth.

"You have very pretty hair, Janet." The fingers inspected it.

She could hardly breath as he pulled her hair away from her neck. He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss just below her right ear. It sent tingles through her. His tongue came out and drew a light line down her exposed neck. The tingles turned into tremors.

She felt his hands go back to her shoulders, and felt herself slowly being turned around. He turned her so that she was facing the room. She once again remembered where she was. She could feel eyes on her, but couldn't tell how many- or who. He moved gently to her right side with his left arm sliding around behind her shoulders. She felt a new rush go through her at the realization of her horrible predicament. Her chest heaved up and down with fear. She tried to hunch her shoulders slightly so as not to make her breasts stick out.

His right hand moved up from her right shoulder, and slowly drifted up the side of her neck to her cheek. His finger traced a line along her jaw. It moved up to her full lips and began a slow circular motion around them. She could hear his breathing in her ear. She shuttered with the creeps.

He worked the finger into her mouth.

"Suck it," he commanded softly.

She slowly closed her mouth around his finger. He began to move it in and out. She heard him move again as he face fucked her with his finger. She cringed as he suddenly chuckled at the sight. A new wave of humiliation crashed over her as she realized the scene this was presenting to an audience.

Finally, he pulled his finger from her mouth. He ran it slowly over her full lips. He pushed it in again to wet it and then spread it over her mouth, making it glisten. There was no movement for a moment.

She felt him come back around to her right side. He leaned forward, and she flinched as he put his tongue in her ear. He licked around its delicate contours. His hand suddenly moved down to right breast. She felt him lean his head away and could feel him shift his attention down to her chest. She could feel his staring. He ran his fingers in a circular motion over the area of her nipple, sending a new surge up her spine. She wondered who was watching as another chill ran down her back.

He pulled his arm back from around her shoulder as he moved directly in front of her. He reached out and put both of his hands on her breasts. He began to gently squeeze them.

"These are nice big tits, Janet," he said.

She stood, stricken.

"Say ?thank you,'" he ordered.

She clinched her eyes shut behind the blindfold.

"Th...thank you."

"Let's have a look at them, shall we?" he asked, chuckling. "I think we have an anxious audience."

She stood in agonizing silence. Who was watching? Anyone she worked with? She shuddered.

He reached up to the top of her blouse and began to unbutton it. Her hands gripped her panties, still held behind her back. Her fingers squeezed them in distress as he worked opening the buttons down her front. She could feel coolness as her skin was exposed. He worked his way down to the bottom and then stepped back around behind her. He reached around and slowly pulled the blouse open. His hands cupped her big bra-covered tits. He hefted them slightly.

Janet wanted to scream at the humiliation of being handled like meat. She felt his breathing in her right ear.

His hands slid down to the bottom of the blouse and slowly pulled it out from her skirt. He then pulled the two halves apart, exposing her big bra-covered tits to the greedy eyes of the assembled group. He pulled the garment back over her shoulders and pulled it down her arms. She separated her hands and took it off of her. He tossed it on the table behind her. He then pulled her hands back together behind her, around her panties.

"Wow," he said, as he looked down from over her shoulder. "They are really big." His hands once again cupped her breasts. She could feel him staring down at them. He pulled his hand up and ran his finger along the edge of the lacy cup of her right breast. It ran over the slightly goose bumped skin, down into the deep valley of her cleavage. She kept herself perfectly still. His hands moved back over her breasts and suddenly pushed them together from the sides. He mashed them rudely up almost under her chin.

"Now, ask me very nicely to pull your big fucking tits out."

She took a deep breath to try and calm herself.

"P...please," she started. "Please...take...Please take my b...big...fu...fucking tits out." " She almost choked in humiliation.

"Well, OOOOOOOkay," he replied sarcastically. He reached up and slipped his fingers into her left bra cup, pulling it away from her skin. His other hand reached in and lifted the big breast out. He pulled his hand away so that the audience could get a good look at it. He ran his hand over the nude mound, and then flicked her big nipple which stuck out like a pencil eraser. He then reached over and did the same on the other side, pulling the other breast out over the top of the bra. She felt him step away and move around behind her so the others could get a good view. She heard a murmuring.

He reached up for her upper arms and then pulled them together behind her back, causing her chest to rise and her tits to stick out even further. She flinched as someone somewhere in front of her let out a shrill whistle. It was followed by a another murmuring of approval. She realized that there were definitely several men in the room watching her. She needed desperately to reach up and cover her exposed tits. She bit her lip in frustration.

Her tormentor reached around from behind and put his hands underneath her breasts and lifted them slightly. He kneaded the big mounds for a moment, drawing grunts of approval, and then moved to her nipples. He rolled them in his fingers, causing them to stand out. Janet's mind spun. She was humiliated beyond her wildest imaginings. Her body tingled. She felt tears starting to well up.

He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders. He began to rock them back and forth, and then shook them, causing her tits to wobble obscenely

"Look at these big jugs," he said. He began to shake her harder, making her tits flop around.

A loud cheer rang out. "TITS," yelled out one man.

He stopped shaking her, and reached back up and began kneading the big mounds. He teased the nipples randomly.

"Tell everyone what you are." he said suddenly.

"Wh...what?" she stammered, her mind reeling from the humiliation

"Tell everyone here what you are," he repeated. He mashed her big tits together again. "Tell them that you are a thieving fucking cunt."

She was stunned.

He pinched her nipples, jolting her into reality.

"Come on, Janet...tell them what you are."

She ran her tongue around the inside of her dry mouth.

"I...I'm..." She tried to swallow. "I'm a...I'm a thee...thieving fu...fucking...cunt."

Applause and cheers filled the room, jarring her ears.

"That's right." said the man over the noise. "You are a thieving fucking cunt Janet." She teetered on her legs in shame, almost falling over. He caught her as she slumped and pulled her upright again. Her head fell back on his shoulder.

"And what do thieving fucking cunts get?" he said.

She couldn't answer. She could hardly breathe.

"Come on, Janet...what do fucking thieving cunts get?"

She closed her eyes in total shame. She was on the verge of passing out. She leaned herself forward and stood upright.

"They get it," he continued with a laugh in his voice. "They get it in the FUCKING ASS!!!"

"YEAHHHHH" shouted a chorus of male voices.

Janet dropped the panties she had been holding behind her and again fell backwards, into the man behind her. Her hands flew to her face and her arms covered her big tits.

"Oh God, PLEEEASE..." she cried. "PLEASE...PLEASE...NOT..."

There was a horrible chorus of laughter.

"Turn around Janet," said the man.

"PLEEEEEASE!!!" She broke into sobbing tears.

"Turn THE FUCK AROUND," he said. He took her by the shoulders and spun her around so that once again her back was to the men.

"PLEASE...STOP..." Janet instinctively reached behind her to protect her rear.

Suddenly, he did stop.

She stood for a moment clutching her skirt behind her.

"What did you say?"

She broke into a sob. "P...please." She couldn't help herself.

"Please what?" He asked, suddenly calm.

She cried for a moment. Her head cleared, and she remembered her situation. She was trapped. She had to comply. The calmness made her suddenly frightened. "P...please..." she said weakly.

"Do you mean ?please let me pull up my skirt and show you all my naked ass?'" he asked.

She stood dumb for a moment.

"Is that what you mean, Janet?"

She had no choice. "Y..yes," she replied, barely above a whisper.

"Yes, what."

She took a breath. "Yes, let me...let me lift up my sk..skirt an...and show you my n...n...naked ass."

"Well," he laughed over the sound of applause. "Since you asked so nicely."

She let out a sob and slowly bunched the material of her skirt up in her hands.

"Let's see it, Janet. Let's see your fucking ass."

 The distraught girl let out a sob and began to raise her skirt. The material raised up the backs of her legs.

"WHEEEW," began the catcalls.

She lifted it up her legs and then up over her bottom to expose her already reddened cheeks.

"YOW-ZA" shouted a male voice.

"My," said her tormentor with an evil smile in his voice. "That looks a little sore." He reached down and cupped her left ass cheek. He fondled it. "Did we get a little lesson today about being a thieving fucking cunt?"

"Y...yes," she choked out.

"Yes, it looks like we did." He gripped the ass cheek hard.

"Take your skirt off."

Janet let go of the material and reached up for the fastener. She undid it and pulled the zipper down. She held it for a moment and then pushed the skirt down over her round ass and let it drop around her feet.

Another loud cheer erupted, followed by wild applause.

Her tormentor once again grabbed her left asscheek and squeezed it. He reached for both of them and fondled them as he had done with her breasts.

"Now bend over the table."

She hesitated for a second before leaning forward. She put her hands down on the table top in front of her.

"All the way down, cunt. Stick that ass up in the air."

She bent at the elbows, lowering her upper body down. Her big tits mashed against the table top. Her stomach rushed with adrenaline as she heard him walking around behind her.

"Very nice," he said.

She could feel them staring.

"Let's see some MEAT!" yelled a male voice.

"YEAH!!!" roared the approval.

"Let's see the cunt's CUNT"

Janet was almost sick as she listened to the cheers.

"Now," said her tormentor. "It's your big moment, Janet."

She could hardly breath.

"Reach back and pull your ass open."

She choked out another sob.

"PLEEEEEEESE!"

"Come ON, cunt!"

She wept for a second and then slowly reached behind her. She grasped her buttocks with her hands and slowly pulled them apart, exposing her pussy and asshole to the audience.

"YYYYYEAH!!!" went up cries of approval

Her mind spun as she heard the whooping behind her. This was beyond her ability to cope and she almost drifted into a dream state.

Then she heard her tormentor rustle in the paper bag- the lubricant!!! She gasped in terror. She heard movement and then another roar go up.

Her bottom cheeks flinched as the lube dribbled down into her asscrack.

"OH GOD...PLEASE DON'T..." she cried out. She broke out into a sob. She felt his hand move into her ass. His fingers began to smear the lubricant, causing her buttocks to clinch.

"Loosen up, Janet."

She took a deep breath and tried to relax her cheeks. His fingers moved back up and down her crease and then traced the outline of her anus.

"Now Janet," he said. "Tell us what you are."

She sobbed for a moment, feeling his finger in her most private place. She simply could not believe this was happening.

"I...I'm a th...thieving cunt."

"We can't hear you."

"I...I'm a thieving cunt," she repeated.

Suddenly, he shoved his finger into her tight asshole

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"LOUDER."

"AHHHH...AH...I'M A THIEVING CUNT," she cried out.

"And what do thieving cunts get?" He wedged a second finger into her ass, causing a shot of pain.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH."

"What do they get?"

"TH...THEY GET IT...IN...IN THE FUCKING ASS," she screamed out.

"YEAAAAH," the cheer went up. There was loud clapping.

Janet began to sob. She was beyond humiliation. She could never have imagined anything like this- someone using her asshole like this.

"That's right, Janet." He began to fuck her ass with his fingers. He ran them in and out. "It's nice and tight."

"P..please," she sobbed. The shame was unbearable.

He began to speed up, jamming them in and out.

"AHHHHHHHH" she cried.

Finally he pulled his fingers out.

"Okay, Janet," he said, "let go of your ass and stretch your arms out on the table in front of you.

She hesitated for a second, and then released her bottom and slowly pulled her arms around from behind . She laid them out straight in front of her, as though she were flying through the air. He began to run his hand over her exposed, nude bottom.

"I always think a good assfucking deserves to be served up nice and hot."

SPLAT! He gave her left cheek a spank.

"AAAAAAHHHHH," she cried out.

SPLAT! The right cheek.

"Please...PLEASE..." she screamed.

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

She reached around in desperation to try to stop the spanking. The man grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them up behind her back.

"Now put your arms back and beg me to do what you deserve."

"PLEASE..."

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

"AHHHHH...PLEASE...PLEASE...F...FUCK ME IN THE ASS."

He stopped and released her hands. She put them back in position in front of her.

"What was that?" he asked.

She was desperate to stop the pain. Her bottom burned. "MY GOD...PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS," she screamed out again.

She heard the sound of a belt being undone.

The zipper went down

She heard rustling, and then clenched her asshole as she felt a prick head against it.

"GOD...NOOOOO."

"Relax, Janet," he said. "Or it's really going to hurt."

She resigned herself. She breathed out and tried to relax her ass.

"AHHHHHHHH..." Suddenly pain shot through her as the prick was shoved up her asshole.

"YEAAAHHHH" cried out the audience, drowning out her cry.

The prick pulled out and then slammed back in causing her to cry out again. "AHHHHH...PPPPLEASE...SSSSTOP" she screamed. The pain was terrible as the man pounded her rear. His hands gripped her hips and drove them against the table. She arched her back and instinctively reached back to try to protect herself. The man grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back. The room filled with cheers and then obscene comments and yelling as he continued to fuck her ass. The audience began clapping and chanting along with his strokes. Janet wept as he continued. She tried to tune out the crowd and realized that a man she did not know- had never even seen- was fucking her in the ass. Her mind spun. She was living an unbelievable nightmare. Tears of total humiliation mixed with tears of pain as she endured the abuse.

The thrusts started to speed up and the hands gripping her buttocks tightened.

"YES!" the man shouted, as he picked up speed "YES!"

Janet screamed at the pressure. Her ass burned as he began to pound furiously, like a hot piston. She began to pound the table top with her free fist in agony.

"YAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS," he suddenly cried out. He threw his head back. "YEEEEEEEESSSSS" he cried out as he shot his load. "YES, YES, YES," he repeated as he resumed his pounding strokes. With a few finishing trusts, he finished. He paused for a moment before pulling his cock out of her ass.

"SPLAT!" He gave her already bright red ass another slap, causing her to scream out in pain. She instinctively reached back to protect her exposed bottom.

"Alright, Cunt!" He reached up and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled it backward. "Get your ass up." He pulled, causing her to lift up and follow his tug. He pulled her all the way up so that she was once again standing. She wobbled on legs of jello. He turned her blindfolded head and body around to face the audience again. A loud and raucous round of applause filled the room.

Janet was horrified, as she listened. She lifted her hands up to cover her ears and shifted her arms to cover her breasts. He let her stand there, basking in her glory. The whistling and clapping continued as the group moved up around the tormented woman.

"Get down on your knees, cunt," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing down. Janet let herself be pushed down.

All around her she heard people moving...and then the sound of pants being undone.

"All right, boys, let's give this fucking cheating cunt a paint job."

She shivered in shame as she heard eager laughter.

"I want this cunt's face covered in spunk."

She cried out as she felt hands roughly grab her tits. She sobbed anew as she realized that this might just be the beginning...

...that from now on- for literally as long as they wanted- she was going to be at the mercy of her employer.

The End