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From: "terri madison" <terri_madison@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Second Place  Part 8 
Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 20:10:03 -0500
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Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she
rode the elevator up to the ballroom which she had rented at
Danielle's request.  The wall of the elevator was mirrored, and
she now checked her appearance.  A white button down shirt, a
little tight on the girl but otherwise rather plain save for the
fact that the first three buttons were undone, revealing some
impressive triple-D cleavage and a hint of a green lace bra.  A
green leather mini, to match the bra (and the thong panty, which,
with any luck, wouldn't be revealed for the first twenty minutes
of the party, Terri thought bitterly.)  No hose, just a pair of 4
inch white pumps.  All in all, Terri looked for all the world
like a cocktail waitress.


Terri checked her face.  Her hair was permed, her face
beautifully made up.  After all, she was the hostess at a very
important party! Reaching in her purse, she took out her eye
makeup, and touched up the areas which had been messed up by her
crying session, in the car on the way over here.

This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear.  Nearly
invisible to an observer, and concealed by Terri's lovely blonde
hair, the hearing-aid-like device was hooked to a remote
transmitter, from which Danielle would give her instructions on
how to totally humiliate herself tonight.


In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose,
Danielle watched the party on a small handful of closed circuit
video screens.  The evil brunette had already ordered the bar
open, and many of the men were already taking advantage. Women
were noticeably absent.  That was because when Terri had written
out the invitations to her office party, Danielle had carefully
weeded out all the invites to the female employees, and ran them
through her paper shredder.  The result was an office party,
consisting of about 30 male employees, and one blonde super-slut,
who would know every man at the party intimately before this
night was over.


The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out.  Thank goodness for
small favors, she had had the elevator all to herself, and when
she had been on the verge of breaking down in tears, she had
managed to get control of herself.  Now, in the hallway outside
the elevator, there were people again, and they were staring at
her.   To force back the tears, she tried to think positive.  At
least Danielle had let her buy some clothes which fit her,
instead of having to force her mammoth boobs into her smaller
outfits.  Not that she'd likely have the clothes on for long, she
reflected with bitterness.  She could only hope that she'd be
allowed to wear them home; Danielle and her friends had forced
her to make her way home clad in just bra and panties before.


She was at the door to the ballroom.  She wanted to run, but
there was nowhere to go.  Danielle had her over a barrel.  Sure,
Danielle could tip off Steven as to his wife's illicit
activities.....but the blonde reflected that it didn't matter as
much anymore.  Carrie, the young thing whom Danielle had brought
to the house--and who had come to the house quite a few times on
her own, to experiment with lesbian love with Terri--had gloated
that she had fucked Steven.  Terri had not wanted to believe it,
until she had been forced to lick the evidence from the vivacious
redhead's cunt.


What really frightened Terri was all the illegal things which
Danielle had put her up to.  First of all, there was the matter
of corporate espionage, when Terri had first gone to "work" for
Danielle, and had stolen confidential records from her old job. 
Then there was the prostitution.  All of which was well
documented by Danielle.  Of course, besides Steven, there was
always the threat that Danielle would simply fire off mailers of
video tapes and photographs to Terri's entire family.


Terri had no choice.  She opened the door and took in the scene.
Thirty of her fellow employees--all male--were seated at various
tables.  She also noticed with a sinking feeling that there were
several video cameras set up, to permanently record the event for
Danielle to blackmail her even further.  Not that there would be
any question as to what kind of tramp Terri was, after tonight.


Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty.  Conversation
stopped, and mouths dropped open.  All eyes settled on
Terri--well, more specifically, on Terri's chest.  Many of the
men had heard the rumors about the new girl at the office, and
had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts.  And that was
before the augmentation!


Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade
chest....and headed straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes
following the sway of her heart-shaped ass, plainly apparent
through her tight skirt.  She would need a few stiff drinks to
make it through this.


A voice in her head stopped her.  Actually it was in her ear,
through the listening device.  "No alcohol, sweetie!  I want you
completely sober!"  Danielle's voice. The bitch didn't want Terri
to do anything which would ease the humiliation in the least. 
"And aren't you going to greet your guests and thank them for
coming?"


So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her. 
"Thank you for coming," she said simply.


For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the
tables, greeting each guest.  Questions were posed about her boob
job, which she answered.  At Danielle's insistence, she offered
refills on drinks.  Now quite literally a cocktail waitress, the
blonde brought the drinks out, taking care (again at Danielle's
insistence) to lean over each time and treat the men to a
delicious view of her cleavage.  By the time Terri made her way
around with a second refill of drinks (after first being ordered
by the unseen Danielle to undo another button on her shirt),
there were definite bulges in many pairs of pants.  Scott, one of
the men who was well aware of the poor office slut's predicament
(having taken advantage of it several times) slapped Terri on the
ass whenever she walked by, to the cheers and cat-calls of his
coworkers.  The already-apparent leer on Scott's face frightened
Terri badly.  She still had welts from being whipped by Scott and
his wife in the supply room.


Scott would play a very important role in tonight's party.  His
wife, Angela, had been excluded by gender.  But he would give her
a "blow-by-blow" description (literally--he would tell as she
blew) when he made it home.  Angela, in turn, would retell the
story tomorrow morning, to all the female employees.  Who would
of course have to do twice as much work tomorrow, since all the
men would get the day off to recover from the festivities.  It
would be made clear that it was all thanks to the cheap,
big-titted, airheaded bimbo who worked for the boss.


Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle.  Proceed to
the next phase.  She tried hard not to cry....but eventually had
to excuse herself for a few minutes to the ladies room.


----------------


"W....we're going to play a game...."  Terri began.


"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully.  Everyone
cheered and laughed, except Terri, who blushed.


Trembling, she continued.  "We're going to play truth or
dare....I'm....the only one....who will be
asked.....questions....." Fighting back tears.  Thinking good
thoughts....


"And don't even think of taking all 'truth' and no 'dare',"
Danielle hissed in her ear.


A man in front volunteered to go first.  Terri chose "truth".


"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"


Terri whispered a "yes".  The crowd responded with "oohs" and
"ahhhs".


Next person.  Daniel, from Accounting.  A rather shy guy, so
Terri risked going with "dare".


Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request. 
"Undo....another one of your buttons...."  Terri, trembling a
little, complied.  With five buttons undone, much of her green
bra was visible.  Quite a view.


The questions came from around the room.  Truth.  Terri telling
about her first time with a man.  Truth again.  Terri admitting
that she swallowed cum, and liked the taste of it (actually two
questions, but everyone but Terri was free to bend the rules any
way they liked).  Dare.  Another button gone.  Truth.  Terri
admitting that she loved showing off her big tits for men.  Dare.
 A french kiss with the new guy in Human Resources, with him
groping her massive boobs through her shirt while everyone else
egged him on.  Dare.  Another button gone, and Terri's white
shirt hanging completely open, her delectable triple-D's bursting
out of her lacy green bra.


Then....Scott's turn.  Terri couldn't even begin to imagine what
sick, twisted things this man would make her do.  So....


"Truth."


"Truth," Scott repeated.   He leaned forward.  "Are you wet,
Terri?"


"Wh....what?"


"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo.  Is your pussy dripping wet with
juices.  Are you getting turned on by making a complete whore out
of yourself."  Mouths dropped open, and stayed that way awaiting
the hapless blonde's answer.


"No," Terri lied.  Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got
up.


"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for
ourselves...."  Reaching down, Scott lifted Terri's skirt,
revealing her green panties.  Which were soaked. To emphasize,
Scott eased his hand into her panties, rustling through her
jet-black pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger up into her
dripping wet love hole. Withdrawing, he held up his finger,
glistening with the slut's juices, up for all to see.  It looked
like he was flipping the bird to the crowd.  Then he offered the
finger to Terri, who, now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and
resignedly took the finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of
her own betraying juices.  The men, meanwhile, roared in mock
outrage at her lie.


"Looks like you lied, little girl...." Scott whispered.  Then
aloud, "Terri will be punished for this.  But first, let's have a
look at what we all came here to see." With that, Scott roughly
pulled Terri's shirt off of her.  The cat-calls went up, and the
men urged Scott to take her bra off of her as well.


Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it.
Then he pulled up her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and
revealing the blonde's shapely ass. The men whooped andhollered.


"Now, this slut gets punished.  Everyone, please form a line. 
Each of you will get to spank Terri's cute little ass."  To
emphasize, Scott fondled the hostess' asscheeks.  "Those of you
with belts on, can feel free to take them off and use them."


Terri pleaded softly.  "Scott....please.....I'm sorry...."


Scott leaned close.  "Don't forget to thank each man, and
apologize for being such a lying slut.  Or we'll do this all
night."


Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her
knuckles turned white.  One by one, each man stepped up and
whipped her.  Some, mercifully, used only their bare hands.  The
rest used belts.  Each time, Terri sobbed "Thank you....I'm sorry
for being such a lying slut....."  Her ass was now on fire.


After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri's
head and one at her feet.  She felt her panties being ripped off
of her, followed by a large cock being slid roughly up her slit.
Terri opened her mouth in a gasp, and it was immediately stuffed
with another cock.  Having no choice in the matter, Terri did
what she now did best.


-------------

In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle
watched breathlessly. She had stripped herself naked so that she
could easily access any part of her body which ached for
attention.  Like her cunt was aching now.  The young VP slipped
her favorite toy up her cunt as she watched Terri get her just
desserts.


-------------


The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri's cunt or
ass.  A punch bowl full of condoms had been brought out.  The
blonde's eyes had widened when she saw how many condoms were
there.  For what seemed like hours, Terri was reduced to a
fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass to service the
endless supply of hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her
co-workers.


Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent
over the table, unmoving, humiliated and exhausted.  Her belly
felt bloated with cum from all the cocks she had sucked.  (Word
of her oral expertise had spread, and many of the men who had
been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back and saved their
jism for the saucy blonde's mouth.)


Scott went up to her.  "Get up," he growled.  He roughly helped
Terri to her feet. The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and
heels, stood there staring into space.  "I have another truth or
dare question for you.  And I'm sure you know the penalty for
lying by now."  Terri nodded resignedly.  "How many men can you
service at the same time?"


Terri did the math.  "S...six."  Barely a whisper.


"Six," Scott repeated aloud.  "OK....we have thirty people here.
We're going to divide you up into five teams.  Each team will
fuck this little whore,"  stopping to fondle the woman's ample
boobs, "and whoever fucks her the best wins.  The prize will be a
day off--" cheers erupted "--and our little Terri here will do
anything you want for a week."  This was met with even more
cheers.


So they divided the men into five teams.  The first team, which
Scott was on, took its place.  The first order of business was to
get the buxom secretary naked.  Her skirt was yanked off and cast
into the throng.  Then came the moment all had been waiting for,
as Scott reached behind Terri and undid the clasps of her bra. 
Her gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were revealed in all their
glory, and every man there silently beheld this sight in
admiration.


Then it was time to start.  Terri, clad only in her white pumps,
was led back to the table.  "Anyone who's going to be fucking
this slut's tits or asshole, might want to consider getting some
lubrication."  To emphasize, he grabbed a handful of the
secretary's blonde hair, forcing her down on him.  To Terri, he
urged, "You better get it lubed up real nice....after all, it's
your ass....That's it, slobber all over it, slut....."  Then
Scott was ready.  He lay on the table, and two other men lowered
Terri's ass onto his erect prick.  Scott then pulled Terri down
on top of him, so that her back was to his chest, and ordered the
blonde to start fucking. Despite the burning pain in her
ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her ass, impaling
herself on Scott's dick.  Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast in
each hand and shoved them tightly together.  Daniel from
Accounting (not quite as shy anymore, after having fucked the
gorgeous secretary's mouth and filling it with his cum) straddled
Terri and slipped his meat first into her mouth, then between her
tits.


The other men took their places.  One cock eased into Terri's
cunt, and another man turned her head to the side, bringing her
face to face with his cock, which he slipped into her mouth.  To
finish it off, two men took their places next to the table, and
one throbbing prick was placed into each of her hands.


Terri had been gang-fucked in the past.  One time, on a dare in
college, she had done four guys in a multitude of positions, and
then staggered home at four in the morning, their cum dripping
from her hair, her face, and her pussy.  And several times
Danielle had arranged for Terri to be gang-banged, in local
motels and sometimes even in Terri's home, in the bed she shared
with her husband.  But those people had mostly been strangers
whom she would never have to see again.  This was totally
different.  Terri would have to go back to work the next day, and
face these people.  She would have to prepare paperwork for them,
to make coffee for them, to run errands for them.  And now that
they knew how things were for Terri, she would no doubt have to
fuck them whenever and wherever they wished.  This humiliated her
even more than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her from
every direction.  The tears were pouring, and Terri was
alternately sobbing and moaning.  How had her life come to this?
she asked herself for the thousandth time.


Scott whispered in her ear.  "You know you love it.  Just get
used to the idea that you're a whore, and this will be a lot
easier for you.  Think about how wet your cunt is right now.  You
love it."  Through the earpiece, she could hear the unseen
Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her fingers or some
toy on herself while watching her rival's debasement.  Terri just
wanted to curl up and die.


Daniel was the first.  The sight of his cock disappearing between
the finest pair of tits he had ever seen, proved to be
overwhelming.  With a gasp, he spurted all over Terri's neck,
then took his cock into his hand and carefully aimed the rest of
his load evenly over her abundant breasts.


The guy fucking her mouth was next.  Even when Terri was being
completely degraded in the middle of a gang rape, her skilled
mouth still expertly performed its task. She moaned softly as she
felt the cock tense up, and she prepared to swallow.  Cum began
spurting and she swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't
fast enough and his white gooey jism leaked out of the corners of
her mouth.  Secretly Terri fired off a silent prayer that it
would drip down onto Scott's face.  Finally sensing that the
fellatrice's mouth was overfull, the man pulled out and
distributed the remainder of his seed all over her face andhair.


The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her
mouth could get a rest for a few minutes.  Her relief was
short-lived, however, as the two men whom she was jacking off
hopped up on the table, replacing the two cocks which had been
fucking her mouth and tits.  Terri was bucking and moaning in
rhythm with the men fucking her twat and her asshole.  She was
extremely wet and had already had two orgasms.  Scott was right.
She was a whore.


The man fucking the blonde's cunt tensed up, then began filling
her with his jism. As she felt his hot cum shooting against the
walls of her pussy, she went with him, screaming through the cock
she was sucking off (which then began twitching, then spurting,
filling the vixen's mouth with more seed.)  Then it was down to
the man screwing her boobs, and Scott anally raping her.


"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her.  Terri obeyed,
even slightly sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming. 
The man took his cock in his hand and stroked it.  "Here it
comes, whore...." he promised, taking aim at the blonde pixie's
already cum-drenched mouth.  Releasing, he shot a stream of jism
which missed Terri's mouth entirely, instead adding to the sticky
mess already drying on her cheek.  The second spurt found its
mark, gushing against the roof of her mouth in a seemingly
endless stream.  She closed her mouth to swallow but he kept
cumming, coating her lips and splattering everywhere, up her nose
and all over her chin, neck and in her hair.  Then he slid his
prick back into her mouth and pumped the remainder of his load
down her throat.


Now only Scott was left.  Leaving his cock inside her tender ass,
he rolled Terri over and directed her to her hands and knees.  He
had not had a wide range of motion while pinned underneath the
voluptuous blonde, but was determined to make up for it.  Pulling
his cock all the way out of Terri, he teased the rosebud of her
asshole with his cockhead.  Then with a swift motion he buried
himself up to the hilt in her reamed asshole.  Terri cried out in
surprise and pain, as Scott began sawing in and out of the
blonde's ass.  As he fucked her, Scott caressed her asscheeks,
which were reddened and covered with angry welts from the
punishment the poor slut had suffered earlier.


"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded.  Terri supported herself on
one hand as she reached down and slipped a finger in her
cum-filled pussy.  "Now tell me how much you love being fucked."


"Oh....Scott...I love being fucked...."  Terri choked.


SMACK!  Scott's hand stung the blonde's ass.


"YES!  I love being fucked by you!!!!!"

SMACK!!!!

"More...."

SMACK!!!!!!

"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!" 
Terri was now thrusting back against him with the full force of
her petite frame.  Her body was convulsing, confused by the mixed
sensations.  The sting of Scott's hand, spanking Terri's
reddened, but still lovely, asscheeks.....the growing pleasure in
her cunt, induced by her expert fingers.....the burning agony of
Scott's cock thrusting in and out of her worn, abused asshole.


"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite
literally having been fucked senseless.  Scott could stand no
more.  Grabbing the slut's hips, he pulled her toward him,
burying himself in her ass and releasing his cum into her anal
canal, and collapsing on top of her.  Terri, too, collapsed....in
tears.


----------------

Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there
were four more groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had
better hurry up and get herself cleaned up.  Just glad to be away
from Scott for a few minutes, Terri fled to the safe haven of the
restroom, confident that it couldn't get worse....but she was
wrong.

"My....don't you look delicious!"  Danielle, sitting on the
bathroom counter, naked and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked
to the cum covered blonde slut.

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