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The Work Bitch

By Victor Ramierez

Finally after all this time Tom's plan was coming to fruition. Ever since Elizabeth had moved into his section at work, she had made his life a living hell. She had no training, she was a glorified secretary and somehow she'd gotten herself transferred onto their project teams. There was no-one less qualified, even the gardener had more reason to be in the area, at least he'd been to a computer course.

Tom was a 30 something man, not overweight, but not in great shape either. He had a certain charm that women seemed to enjoy, but mainly as a friend. His brown hair was neat and tidy, and he always dressed well. Thanks to Elizabeth's efforts, Tom was treated as something of a junior member of the staff even though his responsibilities were equal to hers in several areas.

Elizabeth's rise has been perfectly arranged by her. To begin with she was just kissing up to the bosses, telling them how she'd finished assorted projects, wether she had only been involved with it for five seconds, or wether she'd really had a chance to fuck it up and let someone else save her first.

Most people ignored her, at least they had until she was promoted to a supervisor. All of a sudden she was now in charge of all the people who usually had to save her, people who were a lot smarter than her, although if Tom had a dollar for every time he'd seen some inept upstart get a manager's position he'd own the company.

From that moment on she was unbearable, she was like a little yapping terrier dog. She was a glory hound always wanting to be involved with every project going. Any work that was going on without her involvement, she would badger the person  running it until they told her what was going on, so she could then shoehorn herself into it and then pretend to management that she'd done it all when it was completed.

She was like a little terrier physically too. She was a small framed woman, around five foot in height and thin as a rake. Her tits amounted to nothing more than pronounced mosquito bites and her arse was only just starting to fill out. She kept her hair fairly short, down around her ears and neck, and had to keep getting it dyed to cover her advancing grey hair, which was somewhat premature for a woman of her age, she was only 40. She did not overdo her makeup to try and appear younger or anything like that. She was very much someone who thought she was fine as she was and dressed and made her self up as she wanted to.

She was a pain to work with too, if she actually had something that she was responsible for she would get very stroppy if it wasn't everyone's top priority, even if your work was directly for the General Manager and hers was for the cleaner, hers was more important.

This has been going on for about seven years now and most people knew how to play her, how to palm jobs off that they didn't want by making her think it was important, and how to hide real work so she wouldn't get a chance to butt in and screw it up. Tom was someone she stepped on, on a regular basis. He was her favourite target for blame, no matter what had happened it was everyone else's fault except hers, but it was mainly Tom's fault. Tom hated her with a real venom, and wanted nothing more than to see her fired or something equally as unpleasant.

Tom delighted in his little victories, wherever he managed to find them. His last petty win was when he had the flu, he went and coughed all over her keyboard, phone and mouse to try and infect her. He had been spectacularly successful, and she had been off work for a week while he had come to work despite his illness to enjoy her absence.

Over the last few years forces outside of work were working against her. She was a yuppie wannabe, so she always had to try and keep up with the best of everything, never to be seen without the best brand or the most expensive model.

Her husband was laid off work and was reduced to a house husband, placing even more pressure on her to keep the dollars rolling in. Then there was their daughter too, she was a teenager, and as such required more and more money to keep up with the latest trends, and she couldn't allow her daughter to be out of the 'inner circle' of popularity at school as that would reflect badly on their family.

Tom had spent years at university and countless hours learning the world of computing, and he had become the resident genius at their company. Realising that he could put his talents to use, about a year or so ago Tom had made his way into the various computer billing systems of the power company, the water utility and the telephone company and he had been slowly increasing her bills, adding extra charges here and there, nothing too much so she wouldn't notice, but over a long enough period he had almost managed to double her expenses. His latest triumph was a hack into the local council computer after trying for months without their notice, and had put her council rates up fifty percent. The bills were issued yesterday so she would get it today in the mail, he couldn't wait to see her at work the next morning.

"It's unbelievable, they've gone up about fifty percent!" complained Elizabeth to anyone who was unfortunate enough to be within earshot. "I don't know how they expect people to be able to pay that, I'm going to call them and complain."

Tom was prepared for this and had already reprogrammed their PABX to send any calls to the council from her phone to his phone at the back of the office.

"Good morning, Council," said Tom in his best faux voice, when he saw who the call was from.

"I would like to speak to someone about my rates bill."

"I can help you with that Madam," said Tom trying not to chuckle, as he could see her down at the other end of the floor.

"Why have my rates gone up nearly fifty percent?"

"Actually I think you'll find it should be exactly fifty percent Ma'am."

Elizabeth was taken aback that this was correct as far as they were concerned. "Well could you explain why it has gone up that much?"

"After consultation with the residents in your area at the Golf Club over the weekend, the Mayor accepted the generous offer of the good people of your suburb to increase the rates. This will pay for the lovely ornate entranceway to your suburb, that has been proposed by the residents," explained Tom, knowing full well that she wanted the stupid gates at the start of her street, and that the Golf Club was a group she hadn't managed to gain membership to as yet. "You were at the Club weren't you?"

"Oh, of course. I forgot, they spoke about it while I was getting a massage," lied Elizabeth.

"Was there anything else I can help you with then?" asked Tom.

"No, that's all for today. Thank you."

Tom could see the frustration evident on her face for a moment, as he walked up to her desk.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

Her eyes flicked up and met his, and he saw a flicker of  desperation before her eyes returned to their normal look of disdain.

"No, I'm fine," she said cutting off any further conversation as she picked up the phone and turned away from him.

Tom smiled broadly and walked away as he heard her calling to cancel the next scheduled service on her car.

Tom now decided it was time to test her desperation, and left a few dollars out in the project library, where only she was currently working. It took a couple of days before it finally disappeared. Over the next few days, he left a little bit more money around the office near where she was working, and each day it would disappear.

"Did you see a couple of bucks lying around, I think I left it in here?" asked Tom, acting as vague as he could.

"No, sorry," she said with almost a look of concern.

"Damn, it was change from Petty Cash. Oh well I'll just have to give Ros a hand written receipt for something. It's a good thing no-one worries about it," said Tom with a laugh as he left the library, having successfully planted the seed of his idea in her head.

Another couple of weeks, with the odd mention of using Petty Cash for other things here and there, and a few more price increases in her budget, he had her to the point of breaking.

She had been planning a weekend away with her yuppie friends and she had somehow managed to save enough to cover her costs and look like she was not struggling in front of the very judgemental couples that were accompanying them.

As Tom pressed the last key on the keyboard, he sat back and waited as his triumph was about to come about. It took an hour before John, the junior office manager came running up from downstairs.

"Elizabeth, there's a parking cop downstairs. He says your meter expired, and when he typed your details in you have other unpaid infringements. He wants $500 or he's going to tow your car away."

Tom watched the look of disbelief turn to anger as she stormed out to go and confront the parking cop.

"Look lady, I don't give a shit. This says you owe us money, so pay up or I'm towing the car," he said pointing over his shoulder to the waiting tow truck parked behind her green BMW.

"I don't have any tickets, please let me sort it out," she pleaded.

Tom was enjoying this from the office steps, he couldn't wait to see what happened next.

"You've got 30 minutes lady, and I'm doing you a favour, so don't waste it," said the surly grey haired man, as he hauled himself up into the tow truck alongside the driver, and began to sip the waiting cup of coffee he had left there.

Tom watched as she desperately tried to get $500 together, but he knew she didn't have it. He had checked her accounts, and had even hit a couple of them with 'bank fees', just to make sure she wouldn't be able to cover both the parking tickets and the weekend away.

Slowly she sank her head into her hands as she tried to decide what to do. Tom had slipped a petty cash recoup claim slip on her desk, not too obviously, but in view.

After a moment she spotted it, and stared at it for at least five minutes. Tom was savouring every second of it, watching her high and mighty façade come crashing down. Finally she stood and casually made her way to the office, where everyone knew Ros would be at lunch until 2pm. Everyone knew the key to the cash tin was in Ros' drawer and it was open so that everyone had access to it in case of emergency. However everyone didn't know about the security camera pointed directly at the desk with the cash tin squarely in it's sights.

She emerged from the office a few minutes later and headed downstairs to pay the parking cop.

Tom ran in to the office and checked, and as he suspected there was a claim in there for $500 for software. Did she intend to try and repay it? He didn't know and he didn't care. Quickly he repaid the $500 and took her slip out of the tin and left the office. He slipped into the security room for the building and grabbed the tape he had placed in the VCR minutes before the parking cop had arrived, he put the original tape back in place and left the room. Fortunately there was no timestamp on the tape so unless someone checked the tape thoroughly it would not be noticed.

Tom watched smugly from the back of the office as she returned to her desk looking very relieved. He had her by the balls, metaphorically, and he was bursting at the seems with energy. He couldn't wait for the weekend to be over, but he knew he had waited this long and if he stuck to his plan it would all work out properly.

He waited until 10pm on Sunday night and phoned her house, hoping that she would be home, or better still asleep. She answered the phone with a tired voice, but sounded friendly enough not expecting it to be Tom.

"Hi, it's Tom."

"Oh. Hi," she said, allowing the annoyance to pour down the phone line to him.

"I'm sorry to ring you at home on a weekend, but there's a little problem here at work."

"Can't it wait!" she demanded in annoyance.

"No I'm sorry it can't. George asked me to do a spot audit on the petty cash..."

He heard the slight intake of breath at the other end of the phone, but only for a moment.

"Yes, so what does that have to do with me?" she said covering it with her arrogance.

"There's a couple of discrepancies," he said allowing that to hang in the air for a moment. "I think you'd better come down to the office."

She hesitated for a moment and then responded. "Ok, I'll be right down."

He had her!

Tom had prepared the conference room with all the props he needed. He had files open showing all sorts of old petty cash documents, receipts he had recovered to use against her and the centrepiece was the VCR and TV set up with the tape ready and waiting. George knew nothing about this, it was entirely for her entrapment. This was delicious!

She flew across the office and almost charged into the conference room, partly in fear and partly hoping arrogance and adrenaline would see her through this problem.

"Why have you dragged me out Tom?" she demanded haughtily as she sat down in the chair opposite the TV.

"Well, George asked me to look through the petty cash records, he thinks there may be a problem."

She nodded as though she was taking it all in, but her mind was racing. George was the boss and if he discovered what had happened she would probably get fired on the spot, and that was only if he didn't have her charged too.

"I was having no problems until this evening," paused Tom, letting her hang in anticipation. "I found $500 missing, but then I found a claim from you for software."

"Yes, I bought an off the shelf package on Friday. Look if that's all this is about I'm leaving!"

"Wait, it doesn't finish there. You see, I couldn't see any corresponding receipt or order for anything."

"Ah, yes. I think it's on my desk, I forgot to put it in, that's all," she said desperately trying to get out of this hole she was in.

"Well I didn't know that, and George told me to check anything like this. So I had a look back through your old receipts and I found a few other vague claims that have no receipts," indicating the assorted lunches and book claims that she had submitted since Tom had given her the 'no one really cares about petty cash' speech.

"You said I didn't need the receipts!"

"I wouldn't have said anything like that, you always have to have a receipt. You know that Elizabeth."

"You said you were going to put a made up receipt in for that missing money a couple of weeks ago!"

"I was only joking. Surely you didn't think I was serious?"

Elizabeth didn't answer she just stared at the table top, in a mixture of fear and rage.

"So after I found these, I was compelled to investigate further. I decided that the security footage would be as good a place as any to go next," said Tom as he reached for the remote control.

Elizabeth looked up in surprise as the TV clicked on. "I didn't know there were security cameras in the building," she said quietly as she watched herself enter Ros' office and make a beeline for the petty cash drawer. She quickly grabbed the tin and rifled through it to obtain the $500 she needed. She wrote out the claim slip and left it in the tin, and returned it to it's drawer. The image cut away so she wouldn't see him enter the office, next Tom had edited extra footage onto the end of the tape from the other cameras, so the action followed her out of the office, down to the ground floor and then changed to the external security cameras which showed her handing over the cash to the parking cop. She stood there for a moment as he drove away in the tow truck, and then she returned inside. The tape crackled into static as the image disappeared, and Tom clicked it off.

He looked at her shocked face for a moment and then decided to continue on.

"It appears to be pretty conclusive. George has been looking for a petty cash thief, and I'd say I've found you."

She was taken aback for a second and then went off at him. "How dare you suggest that I'm a thief!"

"I don't need to suggest it, it's all there on the tape isn't it," he said slamming the file he was holding down on the table for emphasis.

She looked a little shocked, and then it seemed to sink in that he was not going to be bullied by her.

"Tom, I was only borrowing it for the weekend. All those other items are here, I guess I was a bit lazy with the paperwork. I'll pay it back over the next few pays."

"I don't think that'll be good enough. George is on the lookout now and he'll spot this as easily as I did. If the money doesn't go back in there right now he'll find that it's missing and he'll come looking. I couldn't let you pay it off, as much as I might like to. You'll just have to pay it all now."

She glared at the tabletop and then looked up at Tom. " I haven't got it Tom, I don't have $500!" she exclaimed, admitting to her lack of funds. The admission would have hurt her as much as anything he could do to her, and that was just the beginning of her evening.

"I know how hard it is to get $500. I had to save for a couple of weeks to put aside $500 for a new stereo I'm going to buy," he said innocently dangling the bait in front of her.

"Tom, would you lend me your $500?" she asked, immediately jumping on his statement.

"I can't! That's for my new stereo," said Tom in mock surprise.

"Tom, please! This is my job we're talking about. I have to support my family," she pleaded.

"I don't know. I didn't think you even liked me, you're so nasty to me all the time. I might like to see you go," he mused.

"What? Why would you say that, I've always liked you Tom. I think you're great."

"You're just saying that now to get me to lend you the money."

"No really Tom, I may have been a little brusque but that's just how I like to behave at the office. You know, to keep that air of professionalism in the place."

"Hmmm. I was really looking forward to picking up that stereo tomorrow afternoon..."

"Look, I'll pay interest, anything you want, just lend it to me for a couple of weeks."

"Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"Well that's a different story then. You do what I want, I'll pay your 'loan' and I'll retain the evidence."

"Why do you want to retain the evidence?"

"Well if I leave it lying around George might find it, as it is I'll have to do some paperwork to match the missing pieces. Plus it gives me some insurance that you'll repay the debt," he said with a smile.

She didn't like the look on his face but what could she do.

"So we have a deal?" she asked hesitantly.

"You'll do what I want as interest on the loan?"

She hesitated for a moment longer and then looked up at him. "Yes, if that's what you want as repayment."

"Ok then, I'll make it all go away."

She looked very relieved, and he saw tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"Tom you've got no idea what you've done for me, thank you."

"No, thank you Elizabeth, I'm going to enjoy having you working for me."

"So what is it you're wanting me to do? Housework? Cooking? I'm a very good cook you know."

Tom nodded in agreement, he'd heard her boasting numerous times about her cooking prowess. "Yes you can do those things, but I want more, after all you did say anything..."

Seeing the lustful look in his eye she realised what he was getting at and almost fell out of her chair.

"Surely you don't mean...?"

"Of course I do. What did you think I meant? I want to use you like the bitch that you are."

She stood bolt upright, tipping the chair over in her haste. "I will not be spoken to in that manner, and you can forget whatever sordid little ideas you have in your head, I'm not going to participate."

"Oh, ok then," he said calmly as he picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Who are you ringing?" she demanded "I should be on the phone to the Police right now you little pervert."

"I'm just ringing George, and once I've finished with him I'll be talking to the Police so you can speak with them too if you want to."

Her hand shot out and pressed the receiver button down to disconnect the call.

"Please don't. Surely there has to be something else I can do, I can't give you what you're after. I'm a married woman!"

"Well you can explain that to your husband when you're in jail. I'm sure he'll be very proud of you," said Tom as he moved her hand off the button and began to dial again.

"Please stop dialling," she begged as she again disconnected the call. "Look I can pay you double what I owe, it will just take a little while. That's 100% profit, that's a fantastic return on your investment."

"I don't know that I want to wait that long though you see, I want some return on my investment now," he said reaching over and grabbing her tiny left breast through the white casual blouse she was wearing.

She slapped his hand away, and took a step back.

"Look I've had enough of this shit, make up your mind. Do as you're told, or you can fuck off to jail. It's your choice."

She stood there for a moment, glaring at him, trying to burn a hole in him with her hatred. Then she dropped her gaze and was staring at the floor. After a couple of tense minutes she looked back up at him.

"Alright I'll do it, but nothing kinky."

"You'll do anything I say, and you'll do it immediately with no arguments. You don't get to put any conditions on this. Yes or no?"

After another few minutes of staring at her feet, she glanced at him and then she looked away again. "Alright," she said in a terse, hate laden whisper. "Alright you little bastard I'll do whatever you want. I hope you're proud of yourself. Blackmailing women to have sex, you're pathetic."

"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. Shut the fuck up cow. Let's see how my investment looks. Open the blouse."

She looked at him for a moment, as he sat himself back down in the chair. She didn't move, so he clicked his fingers and pointed at the phone. She angrily began to unbutton her blouse, tugging it out of the top of her trousers, and leaving it hanging open.

Tom moved forwards and peered inside, he could see her little a-cup tits in the tiny little bra that covered them.

"Well that hardly seems worth the effort does it?" he said pointing at her bra.

" Shut up pig," she spat at him.

She felt a sting in her right buttock as his hand came hurtling down to slap her arse.

"Remember your place bitch. You're not in charge here. Get it off," he demanded pointing at the bra.

She slipped her arms out of the thick cotton blouse and dropped it onto the conference table. She then reached around behind the white lacy bra and undid the clip. It sprang open and she glared at him, holding the bra in place.

"Come on, come on, before I'm too old to care."

She slid the bra down her arms and dropped it on top of the blouse. She was very embarrassed standing here like a piece of meat in front of him, and she covered her tiny titties with her arms.

"Hands down at your sides," he commanded as he slapped her arse again.

Slowly she lowered her arms as demanded and tried to stand proudly, displaying her wares.

"I didn't think they made them that small," said Tom in mock amazement as he reached out and ran his hands over them. He cupped one then the other, and began to tweak her nipples. "It's not even a handful. Instead of wasting money on holidays you should be saving up for some fake tits, that would be a sensible investment for you."

"Fuck you."

"Now, now, that's most unladylike isn't it? How about you shut up, and get your pants off."

She glared at him for a moment, while he motioned for her to hurry up. She grabbed the front of her fawn trousers and slipped the belt out of the loop, and then unbuckled it. She opened the button at the top and then reluctantly slid the zipper down to the bottom. She slowly slid the pants down her legs and slipped them over the brown leather walking shoes she was wearing.

"Panties too," said Tom before she had a chance to try and discuss it.

She looked at him for a minute and could see the lustful look in his eyes and realised that this was indeed going to happen, and he could not be reasoned with. She unhappily hooked her thumbs into the elastic at the top of her lacy white panties and slid them down, over her knees and then slipped them off over her shoes. All of her clothing was now in a pile on the table, except for her shoes and socks, which she was still wearing.

"Hmm, not bad, let's have a look," he said as he bent in close to look at her light brown haired pussy. "Nice to see you keep it trimmed. Open the lips for me."

She could not believe the request, and stood there like a statue.

"Did you hear what I said, are you deaf as well as a lying thief? Open the lips."

She slowly moved her hand in front of her pussy, covering it. Tom slapped her hand, so she moved her hand down and spread the lips apart with her fingers, much to her shame.

He reached out and touched the inner pink folds and she automatically flinched back away from him.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson. There are consequences for your actions. The situation you are in now is the result of your thieving ways. Now you are still refusing to obey my more than reasonable requests, come over here it's time for the consequences," he motioned as he pulled the chair away from the table.

She walked over to him, under protest, and stood where he indicated.

"I think it's time you got the spanking you deserve," he said as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her forwards over his lap. With a thump she felt the air being pressed out of her lungs, and he then pulled her further over his legs, until her arse was poised high in the air.

"I'm sure your Daddy spanked your little spoilt arse numerous times, so this won't be anything new for you."

"My father didn't lay a hand on me," objected Elizabeth.

"You just don't know when to keep your pointless statements to yourself do you? Seeing as you like to talk, let's hear you. Count, out loud, each slap. Any you miss you'll keep getting until you remember to count it. I think for this warm up bout, you can have ten strokes."

With a sudden movement he threw his arm into the air and brought his right hand crashing down upon her arse, right across the middle of both cheeks.

"Arrgh! You prick!" she screamed.

"What was that?" he asked as he repeated the slap.

"Arrgh, bastard!"

"Not a fast learner then?"

The slap was repeated a third time.

"One, damn you."

"Ah, finally it sinks in."

He began to steadily rain the next three strikes down in quick succession, alternating back and forth between each cheek. Her arse was turning a nice red colour, and she was starting to get a nice sheen of sweat all over.

"Please, no more."

"Consequences my dear, consequences," he said as he brought his hand down again for the next spank. "If nothing else, I will teach you that there are always consequences for your actions." He gave her another slap, which she forgot to count and received again.

The last four he stretched out, really allowing each one to sink in before the next one came.

Once he was done he shoved her off his lap and she fell onto the ground at his feet in a sweaty heap.

She looked up at him through her sweat soaked fringe, with a look of proud defiance.

"Ohhh, I'm going to enjoy breaking her," thought Tom happily.

"Can I go now, you prick?"

"Well, even if I was going to let you, I'm certainly not going to let you go now after that statement! You really need to learn proper respect for your betters."

She didn't answer, she just continued to glare at him as she struggled into an awkward sitting position.

"Stand up bitch," ordered Tom pointing at the spot in front of him.

She thought about it for a moment and then slowly, and painfully made it to her feet.

"I think you need more of the lesson," he said as he reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "Get over the table," he ordered as he bent her forward over the conference table. He kicked her feet out as far apart as they would go, so her weight was squashing her down into the table as her legs were carrying none of the load.

He unzipped himself and pulled his erect cock out of his trousers, which she was unable to see with her face pressed into the table, not wanting to see his repulsive leering smile again.

"Shame it's not a glass table, then I could see the look on your face as your little bumps are being squashed."

"Arsehole!" she yelled at him.

"Ok, I'll do requests," he yelled as he spat on the head of his dick for lubrication. He lined it up with her puckering hole hiding in between her arseflesh, and began to force it inside her.

She began to scream and thrash, as he held her down with his body weight on her back.

"Not in there you bastard! Anywhere but there!" she screamed in terror.

"Anywhere I like, bitch!" laughed Tom as he drove the head in further. He felt her muscle finally give in to his forcing, and it slipped past. The pressure around his cock was fantastic, he loved it.

"This is fantastic, I'll bet your husband would love this. Do you let him?"

"Shut up. Don't talk about Paul you scum," she grunted in pain.

"I don't suppose you let him, you probably do him like this? You wear the pants at home? Hubbie's a pussy isn't he?"

"Shut up," she squealed as he shoved it in harder.

"So what have you got? A big black nine inch strap on? Studded for his pleasure?"

"Paul will rip your balls off you little bastard," she managed to grunt out as he worked his way in and out of her poor arse.

"I don't think he will, otherwise I might have to show him that tape, or this one we're making now," he said with a laugh.

Before that had a chance to sink in he began to really pound away, making her scream in pain. With one final thrust he drove himself all the way in to her abused arse and happily emptied his load inside her.

"Lovely.." Tom said in a state of bliss.

Elizabeth felt like she had been torn in two, she hadn't felt pain like this, and he was revelling in it. What sort of freak was he?

"What do you mean this tape?" asked Elizabeth after she managed to get her breath back.

"Security cameras remember?"

"In here too?"

"Everywhere you stupid cunt. What would be the point of having them otherwise?"

"Please don't let anyone see that tape!" she said as panic started to set in.

"Don't worry, it's going into my private collection. After all we wouldn't want the security guys seeing you getting nailed up the arse over the conference table. That is unless you try and get out of our deal. Then I might have to post both tapes on the internet, think I'd make any money with that?"

"Just shut up will you," she said holding her face in her hands.

Tom had pulled himself out of her, and stood and watched as she slowly, carefully, rolled over and sat up on the edge of the table.

"Nothing like a virgin arse to finish off a hard day's work," said Tom with glee.

"Have you finished," she asked in disgust.

Tom grabbed her panties off the pile of clothes and wiped his cock clean on the white lace.

"Yep all done, for now."

Chapter 2

Tom strode into the office like he owned the place, there were going to be a few changes around here. A certain person would realise her place in the organization, and it wasn't where she though it was.

He walked along the corridor, glanced at her as he walked past her desk, noting that she made sure she didn't look up and catch his eye. He was really going to enjoy this.

The day wore on and she managed to avoid him, and Tom was revelling in the peace and quiet. It was so pleasant at work that the other people in the section commented on the difference. Tom agreed and joked that maybe her husband had finally given her one.

After lunch Tom decided he needed a little test, and quietly made his way along to her desk, making sure she didn't see him coming. He waited until she got up and went to the cupboard behind her desk. Quickly he moved into her cubicle and slapped her playfully on her still sore buttocks.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Whatever I damn well like, remember?" he asked menacingly.

"Not here at the office damn you."

"Anywhere, any time and anything I want."

"Please don't make me do anything," she asked imploringly.

"Why? You afraid someone might find out that you're my little fuckslut?"

"Don't say that!"

"You're my little sex toy, and you'll do what I want. Won't you?" he demanded.

She stared at him for a moment, and then hung her head in defeat. "Yes," she mumbled unhappily.

"Good! Follow me," he said motioning over his shoulder.

Tom sat down in his chair, the people in the cubicles around him were away from their desks at the moment, but they could return at any time so she would have to hurry.

"Crawl in under the desk," he ordered, pointing at the spot where he normally would sit.

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Do as you're told thief."

She looked at him for a moment, and then glanced around the office. The nearby cubicles were empty but she could see the tops of other people's heads nearby.

"Hurry up if you don't want the guys to see you under there," he reminded her.

Reluctantly she sank to her knees. She pulled her calf length black skirt up to her thighs to allow herself movement, and then bent over and crawled into position under the desk.

Tom smiled happily as he spun his chair around and wheeled it into position in front of her. He unzipped his fly and pulled his half erect, circumcised cock out.

Elizabeth found herself eye to eye with his dick as she watched it slowly inflate to full size.

"You've got to be kidding, please let me up."

"Surely you've done this before? Just pretend you're going for another promotion, I'm sure it will all come back to you."

Tom imagined her glaring at him under the desk, and then felt her hand hesitantly take hold of his hard member.

"What about a quick hand job?" she tried to make it sound enticing. The last thing she wanted to do was put his foul penis in her mouth.

"Suck it, and make sure you swallow all my cum, otherwise I'll spank you right here and now. And  if I even get an inkling that you're going to bite me, I'll yell so loudly it will have George and everyone else in the office here so quickly you won't even have time to get it out of your mouth."

After a few moments he heard the dejected affirmative reply, and then felt her hand begin to pump up and down the length of his shaft. After enjoying this for a little while he had had enough of the handjob.

"That's enough of that, put it in your mouth now!" he ordered.

Slowly he felt the warmth of her moist tongue slide along his length, before her mouth closed around his anxious hard on.

"Ahhhhh, that's it. You have done this before," said Tom happily as she worked him with her mouth.

He reached down and slid his hand into her hair, taking hold of the back of her head.

"Don't just slurp around on it, move it in and out too baby," he directed as he moved her head forwards, sliding the length of his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, that's the way."

Tom moved her head back and forth, showing her the rhythm he liked. After a moment she was doing it herself, and he sat back in anticipation.

"Tom have you seen Elizabeth," asked George leaning over the corner of the cubicle.

Tom hear a slight choke from under the desk, but covered it with a further cough from himself.

"No sorry George, haven't seen her around for a while. I'm sure she's hard at it somewhere around here though."

George nodded and wandered off to look for her.

Tom had loved that, and he grabbed her head again and began to drive her mouth over his cock faster and faster as he worked towards his orgasm. With a final thrust, he grabbed the back of her head with both hands and buried her face into his pubic hair, his cock began to fire stream after stream of hot come down her throat, and she began to gag. After a few moments it subsided and then stopped. Tom happily released her head and heard her gasping for air for a few seconds. He reached down and tucked himself away and did up his pants. He rolled back out of the way to reveal a red faced Elizabeth perched awkwardly on her knees in front of him.

He extended his hand to her and she took it and walked out on her knees. She grabbed the edge of the desk and dragged herself up to her feet, and then began to stagger off down the walkway.

"Hey Elizabeth, George was looking for you," yelled Tom, loud enough that the other end of the floor could hear him. Tom's head popped out of his door and called her inside just as she had almost made it past his office. Tom wondered if George would notice the cummy residue around the corners of her lips.

Elizabeth had stayed back as Tom ordered, and now found herself astride Tom's cock, on George's chair, in George's office. Apparently he had wanted to soak George's chair with her pussy juices. He'd be lucky if he got a drop out of her, she hated every second of this and there was no way she would be turned on by fucking him. To her annoyance though, he really didn't seem to care. He was just happy to be forcing her to do his will. She could see no way out of this, it had gone too far already. She would just have to endure it, and pay him back as quickly as she could.

"That's it bitch, squeeze those muscles tight," yelled Tom, as he urged her on from below. He grabbed her hips and began to move her up and down more rapidly.

Elizabeth was very wary of this, he had insisted on not using a condom, and aside from her husband, no-one had had her since her marriage.

"Please don't come inside me, pull it out and I'll swallow it for you," she begged hopefully.

"Hmm, a tempting offer, let me think about it..." he said as he pulled her down and with a hard thrust shoved his cock in as far as it would go and began to spray his load into her pussy. "No, I think I'll leave it in," he said with a chuckle.

"Damn you, what if I get pregnant?"

"Tell you pussy whipped husband that it's his and get over it cow. Actually that sounds like it might be fun, it's always good to have a goal don't you think."

The sounds of her frustrated pleading not to try and get her pregnant would keep him horny for days afterwards. That one had worked like a charm.

Chapter 3

"Susie! How's my favourite little dyke doing today?" asked Tom affectionately.

"Good Tom. How many women have turned you down today?" she asked with her usual good humour. She liked Tom he had always been a good friend to her.

"Very funny, where have you been?"

Sue spun her chair around to face Tom, her cubicle was in disarray as she seemed to be packing stuff away. She had been on holidays and had been due back last week, and her absence had been a great source of curiosity in the office.

"Didn't you hear?"

"No, what is it."

"That bitch got in and had a chat with Central Projects and they closed me down. She told them we didn't need to be doing this work and I was redundant. They fucking well believed her and ignored over a year's worth of project justifications. She just walked in there and told them to get rid of me so they did."

"No fucking way. I don't believe it," said Tom angrily shaking his head. "Has it come through from the GM yet?"

"Yeah I've got it here," she said brandishing her termination papers.

"That fucking cow," said Tom in disbelief. "When did she do this?"

"Some time while I was away, stabbed me in the back as usual."

"I am so sorry Sue, let's go for a drink."

"Ok I guess I'm done here," she said as she dropped her coffee mug into her box of meagre possessions. "Will George notice you're missing, you still have a couple of hours to go?"

"No he won't mind, he owes me time anyway. I stayed back on the weekend," he said with a smile.

Sue had been trying to drown her sorrows in a few drinks, and the more she had, the more she talked.

Somewhere along the way she revealed that to top off the knife in the back, the indignity of it was that she had found Elizabeth attractive at one time, and had been friends with her.

Tom's mind began to twist this, and an evil grin spread across his face.

"How would you like a little revenge?"

Sue followed Tom into the building, and made their way up to their floor.

"So why would she be here now?"

"I told you, I found out a little something about her on the security tapes. She's got a thing going with one of the cleaners."

"You're kidding!"

"That's not all, it gets better. It's a bondage thing. She gets all bound and gagged and then he pounds her like there's no tomorrow."

"So what are we going to do?"

"Don't you get it? She's all tied up, she has a hood on so she can't see anything. I can scare off the cleaner easily enough, he won't want to lose his job. You can slip in once he's gone and she's all set up, and then throw on your strap-on and give it to her."

"Tom, buddy. Just because I'm a lesbian, it doesn't mean I have a strap-on, and even if I did I wouldn't carry it around with me now would I?"

"So this one I found in your car isn't yours then?" asked Tom holding up a nice big pink rubber dildo.

"Oh that one. Yes that's mine," she said with a chuckle. "I had a date last night, didn't get any though."

The elevator doors opened at their floor and they got out and walked into the walkway.

"Ok Sue, hide in the Ladies. I'll go get rid of the janitor."

Elizabeth was waiting impatiently for Tom in the conference room as he had instructed. She had collected the bag from under his desk and was tapping her fingernails in irritation on the tabletop.

"Good you're here," said Tom as he rushed into the room. "Get your clothes off," he instructed as he unzipped the carry bag.

As she slowly removed her clothes she watched in morbid fascination as he pulled out assorted leather straps, a leather hood and a ball gag.

"What do you think you're doing with those?" she asked as she hesitated to remove her panties, the last vestige of clothing she was wearing.

"Look, do we really have to go through this every time?" Tom asked in exasperation. "We're doing whatever I damn well like, and you'll go along with it without complaints, unless you happen to have $500 in your snatch? No? Ok then shut up and get your damn panties off."

With an annoyed huff, she slid her panties off and stood in state of semi-fear of what was going to happen next.

The straps were like belts, they had a buckle and holes, so they could be tightened around things. The First one went around her ankles, and it was tightened so that her ankles were held tightly together. Then another went around her knees, before she was toppled face first onto the table. He grabbed her arms and pulled them back behind her, and then fastened a strap around her biceps, then another at her elbows and finally her wrists. Tom gave her a kiss on the mouth and forced his tongue past her lips, she nearly heaved at the thought of this degenerate's tongue in her mouth, and was almost relieved when he moved back and slipped the ball gag between her teeth. He tied it up behind her head and stood back in triumph.

"Lovely, at least it might shut you up for thirty seconds," he laughed. "And now for the final touch," he said as he slipped the leather hood over her head. It was very claustrophobic, she couldn't see, and she couldn't hear properly. Her nose was being squashed and her mouth was full of the ball gag.

She felt Tom's hand on top of her head, and then she felt his nose press into her cheek as he pressed his face into the leather.

"You got the wrong person fired this time, bitch," said Tom teasingly. "Sue is a friend of mine, so now you'll have to pay. Time for some more consequences. Let's see what Sue wants to do to you."

She tried to yell out her protest, but all that emerged was a muffled noise. God only knew what horrors Sue would have planned for her. Her mind was reeling as she heard them come back into the room and move the chairs around.

She thought she heard something swishing through the air but she couldn't be certain. An instant later she felt an unbelievable spike of pain shoot across her buttocks and she writhed in pain, trying to scream.

"Tom, where did you get this?" asked Sue as she brought the whip down again across Elizabeth's arse.

"It was here, must be the Janitor's or hers," suggested Tom pointing at Elizabeth, who was wriggling about like a worm, on the table.

Sue was out for some payback, and before long the red welts crisscrossed over Elizabeth's buttocks.

Sue ran her hands up Elizabeth's back, and then pressed their way underneath her to cover her little breasts. Sue's hands fondled them for a moment, before she grabbed hold of her and flipped her onto her back. She writhed in discomfort as the painful welts came into contact with the cold tabletop. Sue began to strike Elizabeth's breasts with the whip, raining down blow after blow. Then she leant down and took her left nipple into her mouth, sucking it tenderly. Elizabeth winced as the soft, wet lips caressed the abused flesh of her tit, but it was a lot more pleasant than the whip. Suddenly Sue viciously sank her teeth into the nipple and pulled hard against her, almost trying to rip the nipple right off her body. After a moment she then gave the other one the same treatment, and to end she gave them another taste of the whip for good measure.

Elizabeth was writhing in agony and near delirium, she was being worked over by a sadistic woman, and she wasn't prepared for this as all.

Sue rolled her back over onto her stomach and again her tits were pressed down into the hard tabletop. Elizabeth's mind began to retreat from the pain, and Sue recognised this and decided to act now.

She pulled Elizabeth towards her so that her legs were hanging over the edge, and her arse was presented nicely. Sue hadn't been drunk enough that she wanted to strip off in front of Tom, so she had gone down to her bra and panties, and had slipped on the strap-on over the top of them. With a quick squirt of some lubrication, she lined up behind Elizabeth and shoved all eight inches deep into her pussy.

Elizabeth moaned in exasperation, and Sue sighed contentedly. She reached down to the control at her waist, and clicked it on. The little vibrating egg inside the dildo kicked into life and began to hum.

Elizabeth felt it immediately and gave a muffled protest. What would she do now? She could feel the vibrations and they were effecting her wether she liked it or not. Unless she could stop it, she was very likely to be forced to orgasm in front of her two abusers.

Sue pulled out and began to slide in and out, enjoying the vibrations herself, and particularly enjoying the way Elizabeth was desperately trying to stop herself from reacting, it was almost comical.

The alcohol was effecting Sue so she knew she would have to wrap it up before she ran out of energy. She began to slam in, harder and harder with each successive thrust.

Elizabeth was horrified, her orgasm was building, if this woman didn't stop shortly she was going to come.

Sue pounded Elizabeth's pussy, and began to slap her arse in time with the strokes. With the biggest, and hardest thrust she could manage, she drove the dildo in as far as it would go and pressed her clit very firmly over the end of it.

She began to orgasm, and as the waves of pleasure began to rush over her, she felt the dampness coming from Elizabeth's hot snatch as well.

Elizabeth was shaken, her body bucked a couple of times more, and then she started to ease down off her orgasm. She had never felt so humiliated, and would have buried her face in her hands if she hadn't been tied up.

Tom sent Sue back to the ladies to get tidied up, while he unbuckled Elizabeth's straps.

"Why did she do this to me, I thought she was my friend?" asked an anguished Elizabeth.

"Friend! You stabbed her in the back and had her fired, is that how you treat your friends? Thank god I'm not one of your friends."

"They fired her when they transferred her project to me?"

"I might have known, so you get all her work and all the glory. Of course they fired her, what did you think would happen, she'd get a stamp on the hand and a lollipop? You really have no clue do you? Now you've really annoyed me, I think we'll take this up a notch or two tomorrow," he said with a hard resounding slap to her naked buttocks as he walked out of the room, leaving her to tidy up after them.

Chapter 4

"Hello is Elizabeth there?"

"She's not home from work yet. Who's this?" asked Paul.

"Is that Paul?"

"Yes."

"This is Tom, from Elizabeth's work."

"Oh. Hi, how's it going?"

"Great," said Tom smiling inwardly, Paul had no idea how great. "Elizabeth invited me over for dinner tonight, I was just wondering what time I should show up?"

Paul hesitated for a moment, Elizabeth hadn't mentioned that.

"I guess 7 pm should be fine. Did she say what she was cooking?"

"Some Asian dish, I can't remember what it was called. She called it her speciality."

"Ahh, ok then," said Paul, cursing to himself. He knew exactly which dish Tom meant, and it was difficult and time consuming, not to mention expensive to make.

"Seven o'clock, ok I'll see you then," said Tom as he hung the phone up.

This idea had occurred to him during the section meeting. Tom had been sitting next to Elizabeth, and was merrily fingering her to orgasm under the table, while he watched her desperately try not to draw attention to what was happening. Tom thought that some of the girls had noticed but it was not mentioned. Tom wanted to see just how much he could get away with, and decided to invite himself to dinner. He knew she thought she was a great chef, so he wanted to give her a challenge. She had a couple of hours to make her most impressive dish, and she didn't even know about it yet.

Tom knocked on the door, and after a moment it swung inwards. Before him stood Paul, he knew this as he had seen him once before. Paul was an older man, possibly in his early fifties. He was balding, and his hair had gone grey. He wore glasses, and was a bit podgy around the waistline. He was a bit under six foot tall, and fairly solidly built. Tom would enjoy taking this guy a peg or two as well.

Paul reached out and offered his hand to Tom. Tom took it and shook hands firmly, while Paul did his best to try and crush Tom's hand, but was unsuccessful having misjudged Tom's strength as most people did.

Paul was momentarily taken aback, but then invited Tom inside and closed the door behind him.

Tom could smell the lovely aroma of dinner, and as he walked into the central living room, he could see Elizabeth moving around in the kitchen.

Paul gestured to the waiting lounge chair and sat down in the single recliner opposite the TV.

"So how long have you been at the company Tom?"

"About 15 years now. What do you do Paul?"

Paul paused for a moment before answering. "I'm semi-retired these days. I look after the house and I do a bit of work from time to time."

"Ahh, a house husband, sounds good Paul," suggested Tom, making sure he tried to rub it in.

"Well, I don't know that I'd call myself that..."

"No frilly apron then?" asked Tom jokingly.

"No..." replied Paul, trailing off, unsure of what to say next.

"I'll just pop in and say Hi," said Tom pointing at the kitchen.

"Ok."

"So how's dinner coming?"

"I'm nearly finished. Why didn't you tell me today that you wanted to come for dinner?"

"Then you wouldn't have had a nice challenge would you?"

"Thanks," said Elizabeth, in a voice heavily laden with sarcasm.

"I think it's going to be a fun evening."

"Please don't do anything here," begged Elizabeth.

"Don't you worry about that, you just cook dinner," instructed Tom as he slapped her on the backside and walked back into the lounge room.

"So Paul, is anyone else coming over for dinner?"

"No it's just the four of us."

"Four?"

"Yes, our daughter Jo is here too."

"I don't think I've met her," said Tom with an evil twinkle in his eye.

"Jo! Come out and say hello to our guest," bellowed Paul in the direction of the hallway.

"I'll be out in a second," yelled back a female voice from the depths of the house.

After a moment of waiting, Jo appeared in the hallway and made her way out into the lounge room. She was a lovely looking girl with shoulder length blonde hair, she wasn't as thin as her mum, but there still wasn't much meat on her tits, maybe a b-cup at best. Tom drank in the sight of this beautiful young woman, still dressed in her school clothes. At the age of sixteen, she and her friends all liked to alter their uniforms and he noticed that the skirt had been raised above knee level and showed off the bottoms of her tanned thighs.

Tom stood up and smiled.

"Hi, my name's Tom," he said as he offered his hand to her. She grasped it lightly and shook it.

"My name's Jo."

"I know, your mum has mentioned you at work. I'll be staying for dinner tonight."

"Oh, that's nice," she said with a fairly disinterested smile, before heading back towards the hall. "Got to get back to the books."

Paul did his best to make idle chit chat over dinner, and Tom did his best to make Elizabeth as uncomfortable as possible.

"Has Elizabeth told you that we've been working very closely together at work recently?"

"No I don't think she's mentioned it.."

"It's nothing really, just a couple of new projects," said Elizabeth, brushing aside the comments.

Jo didn't really say much, she quietly ate and watched the man that her mum had invited home. She wasn't sure why though. He didn't seem like the sort of person that her mother would want to be associated with, so she couldn't understand why he was here.

"I brought a nice bottle of wine with me to have with dinner," said Tom, pointing to the bag on the coffee table behind them.

"I'll get it," said Elizabeth almost relieved to be away from the table.

"That sounds great," stated Paul, wishing that this tedious dinner would hurry up and finish.

"I'll give you a hand Elizabeth," said Tom as he got to his feet and followed into the kitchen.

Elizabeth got out three glasses and began to uncork the bottle. Tom reached up and retrieved a fourth glass and placed it beside the others.

"Jo won't have any, she's only sixteen," said Elizabeth reaching for the glass to return it to the cupboard.

"Tonight's a special night, and this is special wine. Let her have a drink," instructed Tom as he fished a little plastic bag out of his jacket pocket. He held it up in front of Elizabeth and she could see the little white tablets inside it. "Give them both one of these."

"I'm not doing that, what are they?"

"They're sleeping pills, after all you don't want them to disturb our fun do you?"

She stared at him with a look of horror and saw that he was serious. "Please, not here in my house. This is where I live," she said dumbfounded that he would do this here. "My family and I live here, if anything happened how would I ever look at this place in the same way."

"Too bad, do it," stated Tom in a tone of voice that suggested arguments were not a good idea.

Elizabeth went to open her mouth to protest and after looking at his demeanour she reluctantly went along with it. She dropped a little white pill in each of their glasses and then filled it up with the aromatic red wine. They waited a moment for the tablets to dissolve, before they grabbed two glasses each.

Tom moved to his chair and put his glass down and placed the other in front of Jo.

"Sorry Tom, Elizabeth mustn't have mentioned it. Jo doesn't drink yet."

"Surely one on a special occasion can't hurt. What do you think Jo?"

"Oh Dad! Can I please? I'd really like to have a taste, just this once."

Paul turned and looked at his wife for input.

"What harm can it do?" asked Elizabeth, dying inside at the thought of drugging her family.

"Ok then, just this once," shaking his head, Paul gave in to his wife's wishes as usual.

Tom knew that Paul would do as he was told and began happily eating in triumph. He watched happily as Jo and then Paul began to drink from their glasses.

Tom was surprised at the speed of the drug. After only half an hour the two of them had begun to slur their words and fade in and out of coherence. Jo had gone first, her head slumped down onto her chest, and began to snore quietly.

Paul was not far behind, he struggled to retain his senses for a little longer, before he too slumped forwards, and his glasses slipped down to the end of his nose.

Elizabeth looked at Tom to see what his next move would be, but he continued to eat and drink happily.

"So what now?" asked Elizabeth.

"First I'll finish my dinner, and then you can tidy up in the kitchen, like a good little housewife. Then you can do your duties."

Elizabeth slumped her head forwards in defeat, before nodding her acceptance.

Tom had been pleased at how easily he had managed to convince her, it had only taken a few days of subservience and she was beginning to accept his will.

Tom finished his meal and watched as Elizabeth cleaned the table off and carried the dishes into the kitchen. Once the table was clear, Tom followed her into the little kitchen where she was packing up the dishes in the sink. Between them was a waist high chopping block, which was used for food preparation.

Tom watched her arse move from side to side as she washed the dishes, he had made her do it by hand rather than use the dishwasher. She was hating every second of it.

Her black knee length work skirt was quite body hugging and had no stretch in it at all. He stood behind her and grabbed the hem of the skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. Her naked arse was revealed, as he had already confiscated her panties earlier in the day.

"What are you doing, please leave me alone while I'm doing this."

"Hmm, how about... no," said Tom as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up slightly and eased her down onto his erect cock, that he had pulled out while she had been concentrating on washing up.

"Please stop," she begged. "What if Paul wakes up?"

"He won't wake until the morning. You could go out there and shove a rolling pin up his arsehole and he wouldn't wake up. Now, finish your washing up," said Tom as he began to slide his cock in and out of her.

Elizabeth found it hard to continue, each time she grabbed an item Tom would shove himself forwards causing her to over balance and splash into the water.

After a few moments of tormenting her like this, he stepped back and spun her around to face him, still wearing her washing up gloves. He lifted her up and sat her arse on the edge of the chopping block and then moved back into position between her legs, sliding firmly back into her depths.

She groaned, and wondered how much longer would she have to put up with this bastard fucking her. She had to get enough money to pay him off, or she would never be rid of him.

Tom drove his rock hard erection into her, again and again, and he could slowly feel himself heading towards orgasm. He pushed her backwards so that she was lying over the small table, her neck and head hung down over the other side of the table it was so small.

He slid out of her moist tunnel and walked to the other side, now standing in front of her upside down head.

"Open up slut," instructed Tom, slapping her lips with his erect cock.

She reluctantly opened her mouth and Tom slid his dick all the way inside in one movement.

Tom was really enjoying this and began to speed up. Elizabeth began to choke as he was cutting off her airway. He pinched her nose closed so that she had to breathe through her mouth and he felt her throat immediately begin to spasm, trying to suck in air around the invader.

It had a spectacular effect on Tom, he was ready to blow his load after only a few moments of that. Swiftly he pulled his cock out and began to spray his white sticky load over her face, and she closed her eyes tightly as one spurt hit her right in the left eye. After a few seconds Tom had finished and slumped back and came to rest against the bench alongside the them.

Elizabeth cautiously opened her eyes as best she could when they were all gummed up with come. She went to wipe her face and Tom stopped her.

"Leave it, I want you to leave it until I tell you that you can clean yourself up."

She slowly sat up and slid off the block and held herself up on the sink edge.

"Well that's how I like to start the evening off," said Tom rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Where's that dildo I told you to buy?"

"I have it hidden in the bedroom, why?"

"Don't ask why, just do as you're told. Go and get it."

Elizabeth staggered out of the room and into the hall. Tom followed her out of the kitchen and headed back to the table. He grabbed Paul around the armpits and dragged him across to the lounge room. He was lying on the floor when Elizabeth returned holding a bright pink vibrating dildo in her hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I just thought I'd tuck them into bed before we retire for the night," said Tom with a grin. "What was it you said before... Paul would rip my balls off, that was it wasn't it?"

Elizabeth was a little frightened as she was unsure where this was headed. "I said something like that, but I didn't know you like I do now. I'm sorry," she said desperately trying to avoid whatever was coming.

"Rip my balls off eh?" asked Tom. Quickly he moved down to the floor and moved up alongside Paul's head, placing his mouth only centimetres away from Paul's ear. "Paul! I'm fucking your wife! I'm fucking her however and whenever I want! She does things for me that you can only dream about, what do you think of that you semi-retired cunt?"

Elizabeth was becoming distressed by this yelling. "Please Tom, don't. Leave him be, I'll do whatever you ask."

"You'll do whatever I ask anyway," Tom said in sudden fury, glaring up at her from the floor. Quickly he jumped to his feet, and kicked Paul's legs apart into a spreadeagled position. Tom moved back and then with a bit of a run up, kicked Paul in the groin. Paul instantly groaned in agony and curled up into the foetal position.

"Stop it, leave him alone!" yelled Elizabeth, throwing herself over the inert body of her husband.

"See, cow, he won't wake up no matter what you do to him," said Tom harshly. "Rip my balls off will you, lets see you find yours," spat Tom at the groaning Paul.

He grabbed Elizabeth by the hair and hauled her up to her feet. "Come on, let's get your little bitch of a daughter to bed so I can deal with you."

Elizabeth watched as Tom pulled Jo's chair out and hoisted her up over his shoulder and headed up the hallway.

Tom walked into her room and dumped her down on the bed, she half bounced and came to rest lying on her back.

Elizabeth watched as her daughter did not wake, and continued to sleep.

Tom looked down at the sleeping girl, and then reached down and cupped her left breast through the cotton of her white school blouse. "Very nice."

"Don't you touch her," yelled Elizabeth and knocked his hand away from the sleeping Jo.

"You'll wish you hadn't done that," said Tom turning to glare at her.

"I don't care what you do to me, just leave my daughter alone."

"Oh protective mummy, how sweet. It ends now. These are you choices. Using that dildo you so kindly bought you will bring her to orgasm, or you can stand there and watch as I do it using my cock. What's your choice?"

"No, I won't participate in this. Are you so low that you would do this?"

"You've got no idea what I am. From where I'm sitting, low is so high above me I can't even see it. Now what's your fucking choice?"

"No, please. Do something to me, anything you like."

"We now have the last chance countdown. Ten,"

"No!"

"Nine. Eight. Seven."

"Please, I'll do anything."

"Six."

"Damn it, I will not do this to my child."

"Five. Four. Three."

"Anything at all!"

"Two."

"Please God, no," she sobbed.

"One, and we're out of time, thanks for playing. You can stand there and watch," Tom grabbed his erect cock and waved it at her for added emphasis. He moved towards the bed and reached down to her naked calf, and began to run his hand along her leg to the hem of her green tartan school skirt. Just as he began to inch the skirt upwards Elizabeth jumped forwards and grabbed him around the bicep.

"Alright I'll do it. If you're going to force this, I'll do it."

"So you've decided to join in? Why should I listen to you now?"

"Please leave her. I'll do it and I'll do anything you like too."

"Ok then. Hmm quick calculation, your bill just jumped to $700."

"What! No!"

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it, you can do her and pay me $700 or I'll do it and you can watch."

"Please, it'll take months more for me to repay that."

"This is a one time only offer, no time for a countdown now. My dick is calling out for some action, what's it going to be?"

Elizabeth thought about it for a moment, and then looked at Tom's face, staring intently at her.

"Ok."

Elizabeth placed the tip of the pink dildo at the soft lips of her daughter's blonde pussy. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her panties had been ripped off by Tom, who was still holding the remnants in his hand. Elizabeth had been a bit less hesitant about opening Jo's blouse and opening her bra to reveal her pert tits, so the remainder of her clothing had remained intact.

"Turn it on," instructed Tom.

With a wince, Elizabeth turned the knob at the end and the vibrating mechanism kicked into life.

"Rub it over her first," ordered Tom. He watched as she moved the tip of it up and down the lips, hovered around her clit and then down to the flesh between arsehole and pussy.

"Get her nips too," said Tom pointing at her tits. She moved the dildo up to the succulent little nipples and began to rub the tip back and forth, and slowly the nipple rose to full erection.

"That's lovely, now get back down there and get her primed."

Elizabeth moved the dildo back down and slowly moved it around her pussy lips, before making circular motions around Jo's clit. She pressed it into the mound of pubic hair above it, and the slid it down the length of her lips, past her pussy and touched her little puckered arsehole.

"That'll do, put it in," said Tom anxiously.

Elizabeth lined it up, and began to move it towards the sweet pussy before her. Just as she touched it to the lips, she pulled back and spun around.

"I can't do it," she said, looking at him imploringly. "Please, can't we just leave it at that. We got her wet, isn't that enough? Look at her erect nipples, you did it, you got her turned on."

"Ok then, I guess that's good enough," said Tom nodding in agreement. He reached out and helped Elizabeth off the bed, before suddenly throwing himself onto the bed between Jo's legs. "Like hell that's good enough!" he yelled as he sunk the length of his hot cock into her.

"NO!" screamed Elizabeth as she lunged for him. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him off her.

"Get off me right now," ordered Tom, with so much underlying menace that she actually stopped for a second and thought about it.

"Get off her, we had a deal!" she yelled as she continued to try and prise him off, as he continued to work his way in and out of Jo's hot little box.

"You broke the deal, cow. Now we do things my way."

Jo groaned in pleasure, and a little smile appeared on her lips.

"She loves it, she's a slut just like her mother!" yelled Tom at the frenzied woman on his back.

Tom was getting tired of being attacked and stopped his motion for a moment, leaving himself buried up to the hilt in the steaming muff below him. He turned and grabbed Elizabeth by the hair and half dragged, half threw her off the bed. Immediately he went back to work, and started hammering Jo, faster than before.

"I thought you'd like to know, she's not a virgin, mummy."

Elizabeth who had collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor, looked up at him with venom in her eyes.

"You're lying you bastard."

"Sorry, little miss Jo has been putting out, probably to some high school kid behind the lunch sheds."

"Bastard!" she screamed and threw herself on him again.

"Get off me now, or I might just go out and see what damage we can really do to hubbie's balls, using the steel toe cap boots I have in the car."

This halted her attack for a moment, long enough for Tom to push her off him to the floor again.

"No please, leave them both alone. Just stop it will you!" she screamed in frustration as Tom continued to drive his cock into her daughter's velvety depths.

"There's no way I can stop this, she is just so fine!" exclaimed Tom in near ecstasy.

"Damn it!" she yelled as she started to get to her feet again.

"Hubbie will pay..."

She dropped back to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

Tom reached over and clasped her should in mock sympathy.

"Don't worry it's nearly all over, and then the nasty man will go home," he chuckled.

"Prick!"

Tom didn't answer her as he could feel his orgasm swelling up in his balls. He reached underneath her and grabbed her arse in his hands, pulling her up to meet his thrusts. He drove into Jo a couple more times and then arched forwards, driving down as far as he could, holding his head back into the air.

Elizabeth had looked up at that moment and realised what was about to happen. "No! don't come in her!" she yelled as she leapt forwards.

Tom's come burst out of his cock, stream after stream spraying Jo's unprotected nether regions with his hot baby making sperm. Tom gasped for a moment as Elizabeth frantically tried to pull him off Jo.

"Too late bitch," said Tom as he collapsed down on top of the sleeping body.

"No! God damn you!" she yelled as she slumped down on his back and pummelled his back with her fists.

"That's enough of that shit, unless you want me to go and shove that dildo right up hubbie's arse," Tom informed her as he shoved her away.

She lay sobbing on the floor for a little while and then when she heard Tom step onto the floor she looked up at him.

"Come on, it's bedtime," said Tom as he casually lifted her to her feet and steered her in the direction of her bedroom. Her mind was numb now, she was at the mercy of this man, who seemed to have no mercy. Now her family was entangled as well, and her baby might be pregnant too, as well could she be. A wave of despair washed over her as she realised just how deep she had gotten herself.

Removing the remainder of her clothes she slid into her bed, as Tom climbed into her husband's side of the bed.

During the night she had woken to find the bed empty, and had gone to find Tom. She had found him buried up to his balls in her daughter's arsehole, pounding away at her sleeping arse. Realising the futility of trying to stop him she just slumped in the doorframe and watched dejectedly as he ravaged her probably virgin arsehole. She heard him gasp in pleasure as he drove himself into her one last time and filled her with whatever sperm he had left. He stood up after a moment and walked back to the doorway.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Elizabeth just stared blankly at her sleeping daughter.

He pressed his slimy cock to her mouth and automatically she opened it and he shoved it in.

"Clean me up slut," he ordered as she started to heave when she realised what it was covered in.

"I don't think Jo can go to dance practice tomorrow mum, I don't think she'll be up for the high kicks for a little while," he said with a chuckle.

She finished cleaning him off, without throwing up, and then followed him back to the bed.

Epilogue.

Tom had enjoyed the last year with his fucktoys. Elizabeth's will had been broken and she now did exactly as she was told. Immediately she had been instructed to dump her loser husband and he was gone, except for the maintenance cheques each fortnight. Tom was now man of this house, and he and Elizabeth had slowly convinced Jo, through a combination of slow brainwashing, plus drugs and alcohol, that she should also do exactly as she was told by Tom.

Life was good, work was much more pleasant when he could get a bit of relief whenever the mood took him and without Elizabeth trying to screw everyone over and stab them in the back, morale was much higher. No one could work out what the change had been, but they liked her new attitude.

Tom sat in his expensive lounge, in his expensive house (all of which he had convinced Elizabeth to sign over to him) and waited for the girls to get home. Jo was having a few friends over for the night, and they were excited that Jo had said Tom would let them have a glass of his special wine.

Yes life was good, he was really glad she had never managed to pay back that $500, and with the five cents a week he left her in her account and the 100% interest he was charging her now, there was very little chance that she ever would.

Copyright 2003 Victor Ramierez

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