Part 6

Monday morning

Danielle took her seat behind her desk. Like clockwork, she felt her
panties being pulled down, followed by her secretary's tongue beginning its
daily task.

"So....how was...mmmmmm.....how was your weekend?" Danielle inquired to the
girl under the desk. The secretary's tongue was already finding all the
right spots.

"Fine," Terri mumbled between licks. Thinking of the weekend of hell she
had been put through, the blonde reflected that it had been anything but
fine.

Before she had left the office on Friday, Terri had had her ass reamed by
three different men--all of them as big as the dildo Danielle had sodomized
her with, or bigger. She'd then gingerly made her way out of the building
and to her car, barely able to walk without pain.

At home, Terri had set to the task of making a nice dinner for her husband,
then getting him drunk. Fridays, Danielle had declared, were "fuck-nights".
She would send a different woman to Terri's house every "fuck-night", at
midnight, and the woman would fuck Terri's husband while the hapless blonde
watched. Terri's job was to get Steven drunk enough that he would not
realize that some other woman was blowing or fucking him.

Carrie, this week's "lucky contestant", had arrived at exactly midnight.
She was younger than Terri, probably late teens or very early twenties. Her
build was similar, and although her hair was an angry red and her boobs
slightly smaller, Terri doubted that Steven, now three sheets to the wind,
would notice the difference.

Having not seen Carrie at work, Terri had assumed that she must be one of
Danielle's friends. Wondering if she was THAT kind of "friend", the blonde
had tried to detour the girl from her husband.

"Why don't....you and I....on the couch...." she had started to say.

Carrie had slapped her in the face. "Whore. I'm not no fucking dyke. Oh I
get it. I'm Danielle's friend, so I must be a fucking dyke? I'll make sure
and tell her that."

"No please.....I didn't mean--"

"Tell ya what though. I hear you like sticking things up your ass...."
Carrie retrieved an empty wine bottle, left over from Terri's dinner with
Steven. "While I'm in your bed screwing your husband, you can fuck your ass
with this and watch us."

Terri, of course, had done just that, wincing in pain and taking her time
about sliding the bottle into her torn up asshole, until the other woman
offered to do it for her. Terri watched in shame as Carrie sucked, then
rode, her husband. With the wine bottle in one hand, Terri had used the
other hand to play with her clit. Over and over, she tried to tell herself
that it was just to take the edge off the pain, and that she could not
possibly be getting aroused by being so totally dominated and humiliated.
Finally the redhead squeezed her breasts together around Steven's cock and
fucked him with her tits. As her husband shot his jism all over the
stranger's jugs, Terri's heartbreak and humiliation were running a very
distant second to the pain in her sore, tender asshole.

Then, Carrie was done, and made her way downstairs. Beckoning to Terri, she
had ordered, "Clean off my tits with your tongue." Adding, "Yes, I'm a
little curious. Don't you DARE tell Danielle though!"

"Mmmm mmmm," Terri had confirmed as she licked her husband's cum off this
stranger's boobs. The betrayed wife was just grateful to have the bottle
out of her ass. Carrie, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more excited than
she cared to admit. Judging from the way the redhead's hard nipples jutted
out from her t-shirt as she left, Terri had a feeling the young woman would
be back for more.

Saturday morning, Terri had slept in. She had been awoken at noon by a call
from Danielle, instructing her to be at a certain hotel in an hour. There,
she had found four men whom it seemed Danielle had selected for their
passion for assfucking. Terri, her asshole extremely sore from its
"breaking in" of the day before, had desperately tried to pass off her
other sexual skills to the men, but to no avail. They had only been
interested in one thing, which unfortunately was the one thing which was
causing the blonde the most agony at the moment. It got so intense after
awhile that while one of the men was fucking her asshole, the other three
would have to hold Terri down.

For six hours Terri's ass had endured the suffering. When she was finally
allowed to leave the hotel, she had had to go to Scott and Angela's home.
There, she had endured three hours of being pinched and whipped by Angela,
while being fucked by Scott. Thankfully, Scott had stayed out of Terri's
ass though.

Sunday, Danielle had let her secretary rest. Terri had thought she would
have time to recover; however, this morning her asshole seemed to be even
more tender and sore. Try as she might, she had been unable to get the
sizing dildo into her ass as was her under-the-desk routine.

Now, Terri was concentrating on Danielle's cunt, hoping to lick it extra
well so that her boss wouldn't notice the absence of the dildo from her
secretary's rear. Her hopes were dashed as, after finishing her duties, her
boss inquired as to where the dildo was, and what it was doing anywhere
except up her ass.

Terri tried to explain how sore she was from the weekend's activities. The
other woman wasn't hearing it.

"I gave you Sunday to rest. And this is how you repay? Expect to be
punished for this."

Danielle pointedly ignored Terri the rest of the morning, letting the
secretary think about what she'd done wrong, or more importantly, to let
her imagine the consequences. Terri tried to stay busy, but whenever she
found some work to do, Danielle would always have someone else in the
office come and take over, leaving Terri with nothing to do but think about
the horrors awaiting her.

At noon, Danielle summoned Terri. "Time for us to go to lunch!" So, she was
in for another lunchtime humiliation by her boss.

Danielle did not disappoint. On the way to the bistro, she instructed a
horrified Terri what was expected.

When the waiter came to take the order, Terri recited her lines almost
perfectly.

"Do you have sausage?"

"How thick is it? Is it bigger than two of my fingers put together?"

"Do you have whole cucumbers?"

"How long and how thick are they?"

"What about hot dogs? I like them foot long! And could you put some
mayonnaise on the tip?"

"I'd also like a fresh banana. Preferably one that's not ripe yet. They're
stiffer when they're like that!" she confided to the waiter with a wink.

As the waiter walked away, he tried vainly to hold the menus in front of
him to conceal his raging hardon. Terri, meanwhile, spent the entire lunch
under the table. When her food was delivered, Danielle handed each item to
the blonde under the table, so she could service herself with it. The giant
cucumber was somewhat excruciating, but the blonde was just thankful that
it was in her cunt instead of other places which would be worse.

All the while Terri munched away at her boss' pussy.

Dessert came....tapioca pudding for Danielle, and a popsicle for Terri.
"Here, something to cool off that hot slutty cunt of yours," Danielle
remarked as she unwrapped the popsicle. Terri welcomed the ice cold treat,
which killed much of the pain of having had her cunt stretched by the
cucumber.

Danielle rubbed a spoonful of the white pudding into her pussy. "Lick it
off," she ordered her servant. "Just imagine you're licking your husband's
cum out of some other woman's snatch....oh YEAH.....which by the way will
be happening again real soon....UMMMMM yeah....!"

While eating out her boss, Terri fucked her own cunt with the popsicle
until it melted completely. Then she substituted her fingers for the
popsicle stick.

Surprisingly, they got out of the restaurant without Terri being pimped off
on any of the staff. And the rest of the work day went without incident. As
she drove home, Terri hoped that Danielle had forgotten about the dildo
incident, or that the lunchtime humiliation was being considered to be
punishment enough.

She was wrong about this, though. Late that night, Danielle showed up with
Carrie, and the two girls treated Terri's sleeping husband to a double
blowjob, with an obscene twist--Danielle made Terri take off her wedding
ring and give it to Carrie, who wore it herself while she went down on the
tormented girl's husband. Meanwhile Danielle licked Steven's balls and up
and down his cock shaft, and a few times the two ladies' tongues touched
briefly. Then Carrie gave the wedding ring to Danielle, who slipped it on
her own ring finger as she lowered her hot love box onto Steven's erect
prick. Terri, of course, had been told to stay in the doorway and watch.
She wept as she watched her rival, boss, and for all practical purposes,
her owner, wearing HER wedding ring while fucking HER husband. When Steven
climaxed, Danielle went through the usual routine of leading the tormented
blonde downstairs and getting the cum eaten out of her cunt.

As Terri dutifully performed her task, Carrie watched. The younger woman
was definitely curious, there was no question about it.

"Would you like to join us?" Danielle prodded. "I'm sure we could find a
place for you."

"No, I don't think so," Carrie replied, though she didn't take her eyes off
the beautiful blonde's tongue buried in her boss' snatch.

"Well if you ever change your mind, Terri here will be glad to do anything
and everything you can imagine. Isn't that right, Terri?"

"Yes ma'am...." the blonde mumbled.

"Good girl." Danielle got up and got dressed. "Now finger fuck your cunt
until we're gone." The two women got up to leave. Terri, completely
humiliated and beaten, cried as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy
for the millionth time. "And," Danielle added with a smile, "don't try and
follow us." As the two women left the home which they were helping to
wreck, the brunette commented to her friend, "I've always wanted to say
that...." Everyone but Terri found humor in this.

It was not until the sound of Danielle's car had faded into the night that
Terri stopped fucking her fingers. And Danielle was all the way across
town, dropping Carrie off at her home, before Terri realized that the other
woman still had her wedding ring.

The abused blonde curled up on the couch and cried herself to sleep.

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The next day, Terri knew she would have to ask for her wedding ring back.
She just hoped that she would not have to do anything especially painful or
humiliating to get it back....although of course she would do so, without
question, if necessary.

All day long, she tried to get a moment alone with Danielle, to ask for the
ring back. But she literally could not get a word in edgewise. From the
moment Danielle walked in the office, Terri was kept busy. First, of
course, she had her morning cunt lapping to attend to (the dildo firmly
embedded up her ass this time--the young blonde had learned her lesson.)
Then Terri was sent across town on errands.

When she returned, Danielle was gone for a long lunch; Jeanie and Angela,
however, took turns tormenting the girl. Sending her back and forth to the
mailroom, making her do obscene things with office supplies, and little
things of that caliber. Fortunately Danielle returned before the girls
could make Terri staple her cunt lips together.

Relieved, Terri followed Danielle into her office.

"Sit down," Danielle said excitedly. "I have something to show you!"

This couldn't possibly be good. Danielle took out some 8x10 pictures of
some models. There were two pictures of each model, in identical poses.
Except for the fact that in picture #2, each model had larger breasts.

"So what do you think?" Danielle was still excited.

"Their boobs are bigger in these other pictures....." Terri offered.

Her boss laughed at her. "Duh! You definitely ARE blonde! That's because
they have implants! I was just at this doctor who does boob jobs. He does
good work, don't you think?"

"I suppose....but...."

"So.....what do you think?" Danielle asked again.

Terri was not sure what the other woman wanted to hear, but she felt as if
she were being tested. "I like....um....I mean.....you look....good....the
way you are...."

"Are you really that dumb, Terri, or are you just acting?" Danielle teased.
"They're not for me, silly.....they're for YOU."

"But.....I don't need...."

"Yes, you do. I took an impromptu office poll, and 100% of the men I asked
said they'd like to see you with bigger tits. So.....goodbye, D
cup.....hello, triple D's!"

"Danielle.....please....I'll look like a slut....."

"Hon," Terri's boss confided, "everyone in this company concurs, that you
are the biggest slut any of us know. And now," she finished gleefully,
"you'll be an even BIGGER slut! Thanks to the wonders of silicone!!!!"

"Please.....no....my husband...." Terri pleaded.

"--will love them," Danielle finished for her. "He loved your big tits when
you stole him away from me, didn't he? He damn sure didn't pick you for
your personality."

"I can't....it's expensive....an operation....new clothes...." Terri
fumbled for excuses.

"New clothes? I'd prefer you keep the outfits you have. Should be
interesting to see you BUSTing out of them!" She laughed. "As far as money
goes.....I made a little transaction today which will pay for some of the
cost of the operation. The rest, you'll earn on your back, turning tricks
three times a week."

"Three times.....?" Terri gasped in horror.

"You're right. Four would be better. Four times a week."

"You're going to turn me into a whore!" Terri said in astonishment.

"Sweetie, you already are a whore. All those men you've been fucking in
hotels? All of them paid me."

Terri was in disbelief. "Well, I can't do it anymore! I won't!
Danielle....ma'am....I have to draw the line!"

Danielle stood up. "Draw the line. I see. Well, before you draw that line,
let me give you one more reason to do this." Reaching in her purse, she
pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here's how I got the money for part of
the boob job." Terri burst into tears as she realized what the paper was.

"It's amazing how pawn shops try to rip you off nowadays. How much did that
ring cost Steven when he bought it for you? Must have been around three
grand. They barely gave me half of that!"

"Now," Danielle continued as Terri fell to pieces, "you'll go to the hotel
four nights a week, and you'll fuck whoever I send to you. They'll pay me
in advance, but who knows? If you're a REAL good fuck, maybe they'll tip
you. And if you save up enough tips, maybe you'll even be able to get your
ring back before the pawn shop sells it. Maybe," she reflected, "it'll end
up with a woman who knows how to be loyal to her husband, instead of being
a doormat for men!" The brunette, savoring her control over the bawling
secretary, paused. "So is this acceptable? Or are you still drawing the
line?"

"No...." Terri whispered. "No....I'll....I'll do it."

"Great. You're scheduled for the boob job tomorrow." As Terri started to
sob about the money, Danielle added, "I'm loaning you the rest of the
money. I'm sure you'll earn it back for me, with interest. Now, how about
using that pretty tongue to thank me for the loan...." As a beaten Terri
got on her knees, Danielle humiliated her some more. "You'll have a few
days off to recover from your operation. Then, you'll throw a tit-warming
party, to commemorate your new boobs. You'll make out invitations and pass
out flyers around the office, and we'll have the party at the hotel of your
choice."

