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Subject: {ASSM} New Office Slave FM, FMMM, Exhib, Humiliation. By David Lavenham
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Date: Tue,  4 Jan 2005 17:10:02 -0500
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New Office Slave FM, FMMM, Exhib, Humiliation
By David Lavenham
Mail me for details on where to find my other stories at
davidlavenham@hotmail.com

The office fell silent as the boardroom door opened; the final selection 
process was complete and weeks of rumour and conjecture were finally over.

`OK team', he announced, `you will be pleased to know we have appointed a 
new office slave', this was greeted with a small ripple of applause. He 
tugged the black cord in his hand and sheepishly Karen emerged, the cord 
tied to the customary collar around her neck. There was a murmur of 
conversation around the office. Karen from accounts had not been one of the 
likely contenders, she was small, birdlike and rarely spoke. It was a real 
surprise to se the quiet girl everyone knew as a conservative dresser who 
preferred knee length skirts and baggy jumpers naked and in such an obvious 
state of arousal.

She looked at the floor as she stood next to him, the traces of his cum in 
her shoulder length red hair and the red marks interspersing the freckles on 
her body the best indication of the ordeal she had endured to achieve this 
coveted position.  Her small breasts were covered in pin pricks of blood 
from the needles he loved to use and her pink nipples had parallel red lines 
across them from the bulldog clips he had used in the interview ordeal. Her 
bush of red hair was neatly trimmed and her pink labia were clearly visible 
between her slightly parted legs. Her colleagues knew how important it was 
to enjoy the humiliation and pain that came with the job of office slave. A 
few had tried to do it just for the $1,000,000 bonus, but none had lasted 
the year.

`I don't need to tell you how this works', he continued, `Karen will start 
immediately and be available 24/7 for the next 12 months. She will never 
wear any clothes, will always be available and will live in the slave room 
when not working in the office'.

`Any questions?', he asked, and seeing only shaking heads he unclipped the 
cord from her collar and returned to his office.

Karen stood still, looking at the floor, her body shivering slightly with 
anticipation. She had dreamed about being naked in the office a million 
times, but now it was for real.

For a few moments everything was silent as her co-workers just stared. The 
silence was broken by Jeff, her former boss in accounts.

`Come here bitch!', he commanded. Karen walked slowly to his desk, weaving 
her way past the desks of her silent colleagues, staring at the floor as she 
walked. As she approached him he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled 
her head up forcing her to look at him. `I've got some filing for you to 
do!', he said sternly, pulling her face close to his, `but first', he 
continued, `something I've wanted to do since you started work here!'

With one hand holding her hair he twisted her around and leant her over his 
desk. He gave her already red freckled ass a couple of sharp slaps then 
undid his fly and pulled out his dick.

He positioned his dick at the entrance of her pussy and then pulled her hair 
hard, forcing her onto his dick. As he continued to fuck her his colleagues 
gradually returned to their work.

It had been a few months without an office slave as the last incumbents 
tenure had ended unexpectedly and they had not had a successor ready. 
Despite this they soon got used to having a slave around again and office 
life felt normal again. Karen performed her duties well, rarely speaking and 
never showing any sign of revulsion whatever she was asked to do. She gasped 
and winced when subjected to beatings, particularly the severe thrashing 
given to her by Joan, the office matriarch. Joan had grabbed Karen's arm as 
she passed her desk and pulled her over, `Where is my coffee?!' she 
demanded.

`I am sorry mistress', Karen said, staring at the floor, `I will get it as 
soon as you have punished me'.

Joan smiled and leant Karen over her desk. CRACK. The sound of Joan's hand 
on Karen's butt brought the office to a standstill.

`You know I like a coffee at 3 o'clock, don't you?' Joan demanded.

`Yes, Mistress', Karen replied.

CRACK.

Karen gasped as Joan hit her ass again, her bare hand leaving bright red 
prints on Karen's butt cheek.

`Well where is it?' Joan demanded.

`I forgot?', Karen said timidly.

CRACK.

`Well don't forget again!', Joan shouted.

Karen's face was now pressed on Joan's desk, her bright red ass poking up in 
the air and her legs slightly parted. Joan looked down and noticed Karen's 
pussy was wet with juice.

SLAP. This time Joan brought her hand down between Karen's legs.

`You like being punished don't you?', Joan whispered, sliding her fingers 
along the length of Karen's pussy then inspecting them, before licking 
Karen's pussy juice from them.

`Yes, Mistress', Karen replied.

Joan slipped two fingers in Karen's pussy and her thumb into her butt. She 
let go of Karen's hair and reached into her desk, pulling out a bug double 
headed dildo. Slowly she pushed one end into Karen's pussy, forcing it in as 
far as it would go. Then she bent the dildo double and pushed the other end 
into Karen's arse. `Now lick me', Joan said quietly.

Karen did not hear her, `Pardon', she said.

`LICK MY CUNT SLAVE!', Joan shouted, before lifting her skirt to reveal her 
hairless pussy and sitting down on her chair with her legs open.

With the dildo still deep in her pussy and arse Karen knelt between Joan's 
legs and began to lick the older woman with relish, stopping only when 
Joan's back arched and she gasped with orgasm.

`Now get on your hands and knees on my desk', Joan instructed as she 
recovered her composure. Karen did as instructed, the double heads of the 
huge dildo still buried in her pussy and arse as she crouched on Joan's 
desk. For the rest of the afternoon Joan carried on working as normal, 
taking calls and typing emails, ignoring Karen, who was getting increasingly 
aroused as a result of the humiliation of being nothing but a desk ornament. 
Joan noticed Karen moving slightly against the dildo and slapped her butt 
hard. `Stay still girl!', Joan squawked, taking hold of the `U' formed by 
the dildo and shoving it harder into Karen's orifices.

Karen had been kneeling on Joan's desk, in full view of the entire office 
for several hours when Joan addressed her again.

`I am ready to punish you now' Joan announced. She pulled the dildo slowly 
from Karen's arse and pussy. Joan inspected the gaping black holes left by 
the dildo before ordering Karen to sit on the guest chair next to her desk. 
With Karen sitting just a few inches away Joan took hold of the younger 
girls nipples and squeezed and twisted. Karen winced in pain, but a little 
shiver of excitement tingled through her body as she anticipated what would 
happen next. Joan opened the draw in her desk, `now what do we have here?' 
she muttered.

Joan slowly put the contents of her draw in a line on the desk, there were a 
number of bulldog clips, some sticky tape, 6 marker pens, some string, a 
pair of old stockings and finally some drawing pins. Karen was quaking with 
excitement as she watched the array of implements grow, she had seen Joan 
humiliate and torture the other slaves and was surprised how arousing she 
found the mixture of anticipation, excitement and fear. Some of her 
colleagues also saw what was happening and started to gather around. They 
knew Joan loved dominating the slaves and always put on a good show.

`Are you ready?' Joan asked her. Karen nodded sheepishly.

Joan took the tape and taped Karen's arms to the arms of the chair. Then, 
dropping to her knees, Joan taped her legs to the chair, taping just below 
Karen's knees so her legs were held open.

Joan stood back and admired her work, before picking up the string. Joan 
looped the string across Karen's waist several times, tying her to the back 
of the chair. Finally Joan looped string around Karen's arms just below the 
shoulders and around the back of the chair.

Karen was completely immobilised now, she could move her head, but apart 
from that she was completely trussed.

Joan gave Karen a wicked smile, `Do you want me to hurt you?' she asked.

`Yes', Karen whispered, her pussy throbbing with desire.

`Louder!' Joan barked.

`Yes Mistress!' Karen shouted, `I want you to hurt me!'.

`Good', Joan said, `Now let's see what you can take!'

Joan stuffed the stockings in Karen's mouth then taped them in, `Don't want 
to upset the neighbours', Joan joked.

First Joan played with Karen's body, running her fingers over Karen's naked 
torso before twisting and pinching her nipples. Then Joan stripped in front 
of Karen, Slipping off her skirt, shirt and bra until she was standing in 
front of Karen wearing only her court shoes, stockings and suspenders. Joan 
had a good body for her age and was obviously very aroused, her pussy lips 
gaping and wet between her legs. Those in the office who had not seen Joan 
naked before were surprised that Joan had several piercings through her 
labia and rings through her nipples.

Joan picked up the bulldog clips. She pinched the flesh just to the side of 
Karen's nipple and attached the clip. Karen winced and let out a muffled 
yelp but Joan just smiled as she repeated the process until Karen's tits 
were covered in clips.

Karen was crying with pain now, but Joan wasn't about to stop. As the crowd 
watching them grew Joan took the marker pens and one by one rubbed them 
along her pussy before inserting them into Karen's. At first Karen enjoyed 
this as the sensation in her pussy took her mind off the pain from the 
clips, but as Joan kept inserting more and more pens her pussy began to hurt 
as it got stretched. Joan kept going until Karen thought she would split in 
two, her pussy stretched to the limit.

Joan was taking her time now, stopping to rub her pussy as she slowly 
tortured her colleague.

Joan turned her attention to the drawing pins. Carefully she lay a strip of 
tape on the desk then she placed a neat row of tacks along its length to 
make a spiked collar. Then, as Karen's eyes nearly popped out of their 
sockets, she stuck it across careens torso. Joan repeated the process, 
attaching bands of pins to Karen's torso and around her legs and arms. Now 
Karen could not move without pins jabbing into her flesh.

Now the finale, Joan ran her hands slowly over the rows of pins, making 
Karen scream and writhe, but as Karen struggled the pins dug in even more. 
Seeing Karen's pain was driving Joan wild and she moved forward so Karen's 
hand was under her pussy.

`Make me cum slave', Joan whispered and Karen started to rub Joan's pussy as 
the older woman continued to torture her with the hundreds of tacks piercing 
her body. Finally Joan groaned as she reached orgasm, signalling the end of 
Karen's ordel.

******************************************************************************


Karen was a true exhibitionist, getting a massive thrill from the 
opportunity to be naked the entire time. She particularly enjoyed the impact 
she had on guests to the office when they first saw her. If she was not busy 
elsewhere she would make a point of parading into the reception area when 
visitors were waiting. Regularly members of staff coming to meet guests in 
reception had to wait while Karen finished giving them head. On one 
memorable occasion a visiting customer insisted on fucking Karen throughout 
his meeting, managing to take in a presentation and comment on some sales 
figures whilst standing to fuck Karen who was laying on the boardroom table. 
He only paused briefly as he came, grunting as he filled her pussy with his 
cum. Karen thanked him politely for fucking her, licked his dick clean then 
left the meeting.

It was not just visitors Karen would suck off. She gave head to most of the 
guys in the office most days. Their cum was a major constituent of her diet 
and often she would not need to eat anything but sperm during the day. Most 
days she would give head under desks while the colleague she was pleasuring 
carried on working, but occasionally she would be the recipient of a full 
blown bukkake session, particularly after Friday team meetings when she was 
expected to circulate during the presentations. As she crawled between the 
rows of chairs she would be pinched, slapped and abused by her female 
colleagues while the men made a game of covering her in cum. By the end of 
the meeting her face would be dripping wet with sperm and white streaks of 
cum would be plastered across her hair. Karen loved these sessions, but the 
pleasure of being able to please so many of her colleagues at once was 
tempered by the pissing session that usually followed. She would be taken to 
the wet room where she would be expected to lay on the floor while her 
colleagues pissed over her. She did not mind the taste of their piss, 
particularly the musky urine delivered by the women who took part in the 
sessions, but it made her feel like a dirty vagrant for the rest of the day 
as she was not allowed to shower until the evening and had to spend the day 
with the scent of piss drying into her hair.


*************************************************************************

Most of the time Karen's colleagues were good masters and, although they 
made sure she knew her place, they treated her well. But there were 
occasions when she was treated badly, sometimes very violently.

These incidents usually occurred late at night and involved a hard core of 
sadistic men who had usually been drinking. Karen lived in a room in the 
office building and was forbidden to leave. Although she lived that way she 
was rarely lonely as she was often visited at night by single colleagues who 
wanted to be with her.

One of the junior employees was with her late one Friday and was sleeping in 
her bed having spent the evening fucking her. Karen was just drifting off to 
sleep herself when the door burst open. And four guys burst in, lead by 
Steve, the very large and often violent boss in the post room.

`Fuck off James!', He shouted as he removed her lover from her bed and threw 
him towards the door, `she is our bitch tonuight'.

He grabbed Karen and threw her to the bed. `Stick your arse in the air!' he 
commanded her and as she did he rammed his dick into her butt. She was dry 
and not ready for this and a searing pain shot through her body as he forced 
his dick into her anus. Normally she liked anal sex but this was just rape 
and the pain made her cry.

`Stop sobbing bitch, you've got three more cocks to take yet', Steve said as 
he began to puff and grunt. A few strokes later he was cumming and as he 
shot his last wad he withdrew and she felt another cock in her arse. At 
least this one was smaller and Steve's cum lubricated her so she did not 
feel as much pain, just when she began to relax Steve grabbed her hair in 
his hand and pulled her mouth towards his flaccid dick.

`Suck your shit of my cock slut!' he slurred thrusting his cock into her 
mouth.

As she sucked the second guy was cumming in her arse. This time it was not a 
dick that replaced him but something cold and hard.

`Look Steve!', a voice behind her said, `The fucking beer bottle fits in her 
arse!'.

She felt herself stretched to breaking as the cold bottle filled her arse.

`Lets do her pussy too!'

Karen felt movement under her then a cold bottle pressed against the 
entrance to her pussy.

`No, please don't!' she pleaded.

`Shut up bitch, you are a fucking slave and you will fucking take it!' Steve 
shouted.

It hurt a lot. Not just the pain of her arse and pussy both being stretched 
but the pinching of the membranes that separated the two orifices. She 
screamed in pain but Steve just slapped her face.

`You fucking whore bitch!' he shouted as his cock became hard. He was 
aroused by her pain and was not going to stop yet.

With both bottles now deep in her body Steve started to slap her back. His 
accomplices joined in beating her arse and legs till they were red raw.

`Let's turn her over', one of them suggested and Karen found herself on her 
back looking up at her assailants. They were all smiling as they slapped her 
around, concentrating their blows on her breast and face. One of the guys 
pulled the bottles out of her and replaced them with his hands, double 
fisting her with such violence she began to bleed.

`Please, no!' she pleaded but they just responded more violently. They were 
pulling at her nipples and slapping her face hard as she begged them to 
stop. Steve grabbed her hair and once more shoved his dick in her mouth. 
Using her hair as reigns he fucked her throat but was unable to keep his 
erection. This made him angry and he took it out on her. He stood on the bed 
and kicked her hard in the side. As she doubled up in pain he kicked her 
again, laughing as she tried to catch her breath. She could not move as she 
was held down by the hands in her pussy and arse.

Now the other guy's joined in, hitting and kicking her as she lay on the 
bed. She endured this as best she could, wondering whether taking this was 
worth $1 million bucks.

Relief finally came a few minutes later when she fell unconscious.

`Fucking hell, I hope we haven't killed this one too!' was the last thing 
she heard.



Should I continue?........................

By David Lavenham
Mail me for details on where to find my other stories at
davidlavenham@hotmail.com

I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information

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