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The Cycles of Ginny's Life 

     By CactusJuggler, 2002 

      Life is often a series of cycles of one type or another. The ebb and swell of life's ups and downs that we float on like so much flotsam. In my life, the changes from one major cycle to the next were defined by two events. The first was the death of my husband, who I dearly loved, taken from me by the careless actions of a drunk driver. The second I'll explain a little bit later. 

      When my husband Josh was still alive he was the breadwinner of the family, and I played the role of dutiful wife and mother to our two beautiful children, Jennifer and Thomas. We'd had them quickly after we both graduated from college. I'd set aside all my dreams of a career in the business world and threw myself totally into the business of being a housewife. 

      When he died it was a shock to me. The children were seven and eight then, and suddenly I was thrown into the position of having to handle everything for the family. Not only was I grieving his loss and comforting the kids, but I instantly found the weight of caring for our little family resting heavily on my shoulders. My parents and in-laws were great though, and the money from our life insurance gave me time to work out a plan. 

      I decided to go back to school, and earn my MBA. I had some business ideas, and some capital, but I'd need more money from venture capitalists and the MBA couldn't hurt. Once I had a plan together, I found myself renewed and invigorated as I aggressively pursued my new goals. Everything I had sublimated when Josh was with me came out, and I was a new woman. My submissive housewife role ended, I became a high-powered go-getter almost overnight. My family, children and friends all commented on the change, and I often wondered which me was the real me. 

      When I finished my MBA the economy was in an upswing, and venture capital was easy to capture with my polished business plan. I had my company off the ground and running, and it grew like a well-cared for plant. I was a rabid perfectionist, convinced that I and I alone knew what was best. At first I micro-managed, but even as we grew and I delegated I ran a tight ship. 

      We doubled in size each of our first four years, and in seven we were a four-hundred person operation that had presence all over the world. I'd made a point of actively seeking qualified women for key positions in my operation, and all my senior managers were female. 

      My children had grown into wonderful people, and were gone off to college. I was the CEO of an incredibly successful business, in complete control of every facet of my life. 

      So it was then, at the zenith of my second life, that the second great change occurred. Fate chose a Friday afternoon at my headquarters as the moment it would thrust me into my next cycle of life. The agent of this change was unlikely, it was the young female assistant I'd recently hired. This is the story of that fateful Friday afternoon. 

      * * * * * * * * * * 

      Outside my office was my reception area with its attached conference room. It was in this space, in front of my secretary's desk that my executive managers gathered for a meeting I'd called. My new assistant-slash-secretary was a really attractive young woman named Mandy. She performed well at her job but I had to keep correcting her appearance. She dressed in a manner that was entirely too revealing for a corporate atmosphere. And more to the point, I was at least a little bit jealous of her incredible figure. Not that I'm any slouch myself, one of my greatest assets in my business dealing has been that I'm an attractive woman, with ample female assets where it counts. 

      On the day in question she was wearing a revealingly low-cut top that showed a canyon of cleavage where the girl's huge boobs pressed roundly together. And her skirt was at least five or six inches short of appropriate. When I first saw Mandy that morning I'd said nothing to her, preferring to wait until this moment, in front of a room full of professionally dressed women to give her a tongue-lashing. We were all standing in front of Mandy's little desk area when I laid into her, loud enough for all the assembled women to hear. 

      "Mandy, that's hardly appropriate work attire. That is, unless you're planning to work a street corner after you leave here." I told her, enjoying the chance to humiliate her in front of her betters. I'd found that it was often more effective to publically deride my employees, it intensified their shame and made the work harder to correct themselves. I turned to lead my executives into the conference room when Mandy spoke from directly behind me. 

      "I'm tired of your shit. You just wish you could dress like this." Mandy said, and everyone turned in shock. 

      "What do you mean by that?" I exclaimed. I was proud of my figure. I may have been a little thicker around the waist and hips than I'd have liked, but then I *had* given birth to two children. 

      "I mean that with your nasty saggy tits you could never pull off this look." She said meanly at me. 

      I flew into a total rage. How dare she say this to me, especially in front of the assembled executives. I was an attractive, successful woman and there was no way I was going to take this insult from this . . . *child*. It was like she thought that just because she was young and beautiful she could get away with murder. I actually started to shake, I was that angry. Despite all my education, all I could think about was her comparison of our chests. 

      "You impudent little shit, my chest is just as big as yours." I said, managing to somehow sound like a sniping schoolgirl. 

      "Oh shut up, you fat old heifer." She said, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I stepped closer to her and shoved her away from me with both hands. She grunted in surprise, and almost fell, before grinning and leaping back at me! 

      She slammed into me and we both fell to the floor. In a few seconds she had me rolled over onto my back and she was sitting astride me, straddling my stomach. I fought to push her off of me, but I couldn't move her so I grabbed her long brown hair in my hands and yanked it viciously down towards me. 

      "You bitch, let go of my hair!" She screamed as she bowed her head to lessen the pain I was causing her. 

      As I enjoyed the sound of her anguished wails, I didn't notice her hands grasping the top of my shirt. Suddenly I felt my big breasts flopping free as she yanked down my top and bra in one smooth stroke! I felt totally exposed, and I let go of her hair as I tried in vain to cover up my bare tits. But the moment I let go of hair Mandy was already grabbing my exposed tits in her hands and then they jolted me with agonizing pain as she savagely squeezed them in her claws. 

      "I'm going to rip these flabby things right off!" She shouted, and now it was me who was wailing with pain. 

      The other women gathered around us as we fought, and I was ashamed that they could all see my exposed breasts. In an attempt to counter-attack, I reached up and ripped down Mandy's top as well. In spite of my pain, I was astonished at the sight of her exposed breasts. As the massive globes sprung free, I realized that their really was no comparison between her and I. Her tits were, simply speaking, *perfect*. In spite of their huge size, they were perfectly formed and seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness. Someone watching, I think Jan from marketing, actually gasped in awe at the sight of them. Surprised and angered by what I'd done, Mandy released my breasts and pulled back her hand, and then the whole side of my face exploded in pain as she slapped me. 

      "You fucking cunt, you ripped my shirt!" She swore at me as she slapped me again, and then yet again. My head rocked from side to side with her slaps, and I felt completely helpless before her assault. I tried to put my arms up to stop her, but she just grabbed my hands and pulled them down to my sides where she pinned them painfully under her knees. Now I really was helpless. She glared down at me for a moment and then I watched in horror as she reached back a hand and slapped my right breast! Involuntarily I wailed with pain at what she'd done, and she just laughed at me. 

      "Not so high and mighty now, are you Bessie? Do you still think you have breasts as good as mine? I think not! " She continued to cruelly spank my breasts as she mocked me. 

      I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The pain she was causing me was truly awful, and I started to sob as she beat me. In my own office, in front of my staff, Mandy was totally humiliating me. As the tears started to stream down my face she began alternating between slapping my breasts and my face. Finally she stopped slapping me and I lay there crying as she grasped my nipples in her fingers. 

      "Who has better breasts?" She asked me, giving my nipples a twist as she questioned me. 

      "Y-you do." I whispered between sobs. 

      "Louder!" She shouted, twisting my nipples even harder. They felt like she was driving flaming needles into them they hurt so bad. 

      "You do!" I practically shouted, and she relented her hold on my nipples. 

      "And who's the better woman?" She asked. I was in awful pain, but I wasn't going to say *that*. 

      "You bitch, get off of me!" I shouted at her, still sobbing under her as I said it. 

      As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. Her eyes narrowed as she glared angrily down at me for a moment, and then suddenly she was moving. She pulled my hands out from under her knees and pushed them up by head. Still straddling me, she slid forward and pinned my hands under her legs again, but now her legs pressing against the sides of my head as she moved right over me! 

      "Don't want to admit I'm the better woman, huh? Well maybe a whiff of this will clear your mind." She told me as she lifted the skirt I'd been complaining about only moments before. I found myself looking up at her lacy black panties as she lowered herself towards my face! 

      "No, Mandy dontmmmmppph . . ." Her pantied mound stifled my pleas as she rested her weight on my mouth! My mouth was totally covered by her crotch, and my nose was now pressing against the front of her panties. I could only barely breathe, and every breath I sucked in stunk of her. Holding my head with her hands as she adjusted herself, Mandy slid forward even farther so that my nose was buried under her as well. I could barely breathe at all now, and the tiny gasps she did let me catch were scented strongly of her femininity. 

      "You just be quiet and sniff my pussy while you think about who the better woman is. Is it you, laying on your back with flabby cow tits hanging out while I sit on your face? No, that doesn't sound right. I think it's me, the gorgeous bitch whose twat you're sniffing." She laughed, as she looked down between her thighs at me. 

      "Fnnnnhhhh Ynnnnnnhhh." My insult came out, muffled under her pussy and ass. 

      She dropped her skirt back down over my face, and mercifully I was spared the sight of her glaring down at me. I felt her doing something with the skirt, and then I heard a zipper unzipping, and suddenly her skirt disappeared entirely. 

      "Let's just get this out of the way, I want to see your face." 

      Peering up from between her thighs, I was shocked to see my staff all watching this happening to me. None of them was doing anything to stop her, they were all just watching her do this to me! I couldn't believe they'd let her do this to me. They were all going to pay dearly when I this ordeal was over. As humiliating as my position was, Mandy soon found a way to make it worse. She began rubbing her crotch against my face, mashing my into her mound with each thrust of her hips. 

      "You always looked down your ugly snout at me like I was a piece of trash. Now I think I've found a use for your face. This feels really good." She told me as she ground her panties in my face over and over again. I felt so totally helpless, so totally ashamed, that I wished I was dead. 

      "Mandy?" I heard Jan call. Finally someone was going to do something, I thought to myself as I smothered helplessly under Mandy's weight. 

      "Yes Jan?" Jan said, and I noticed immediately that she'd dropped the Ms. Wilson now. 

      "She *has* been a huge bitch to you. She actually told me the other day that she thought she had better breasts than you did. She also told all of us that you were a stupid bimbo. And she's just as nasty to the rest of us. She thinks she's the queen of the universe." Jan said, and I couldn't believe my ears! Even worse, I could hear some of my other staff members murmuring their agreement! 

      "Is that right? You can see both of us now, what do *you* think about who's got the better body?" Mandy asked her, settling her weight heavily onto my face while she had the discussion. 

      "There's no comparison–you do. You have the *perfect* body." Jan said, and there was a strange quiver in her voice. Was Jan a lezzie? 

      "Thank you Jan. Don't worry about her being a bitch anymore, after I'm through with her today she'll be completely changed. I guarantee it. She thinks she's better than me now, but we'll see how she feels after I make her lick my pussy." Mandy told them, and I recoiled in horror under her. 

      She couldn't think that I was going to do that! Mandy looked down at me as she lifted herself off of my face ever so slightly. I gasped desperately for breath under her, to weak to even cry out now. Mandy smirked meanly as she reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side! She was completely shaved down there and I found myself looking right at another woman's slit, so close that I could smell it. And then she began to sit back down, and it grew closer and closer. As her lower lips first brushed my mouth I fought desperately against her, to no avail. 

      "Eat it! Eat my pussy!" She demanded as she dropped her sex on my face, sliding back and forth to force my nose up inside her. 

      She was *wet*, and it was painfully obvious to me how much she enjoyed subjugating me to this demeaning spectacle in front of my staff. I was smothering in her steaming sex, and I was helpless to do anything about it. 

      "Do it Mandy, make her eat you!" I heard someone else cry, and I still couldn't believe it. Certainly I'd been hard on them, but they couldn't *all* have turned on me. 

      "Oh, she will. Won't you Bessie? Go on, let me feel your tongue, you flabby old cow." She ordered me, and I just lay there in shock. 

      I felt her hand hands on my breasts behind her, and she looked purposefully into my eyes as she began to pinch my nipples. 

      "Start licking, or I swear I'll rip your flabby boobs right off!" She spat, and she yanked my tits viciously for emphasis. 

      Pain exploded from my tortured breasts, and the smell of *her* was everywhere. I couldn't get any air, and worse, she was smiling down over me as I suffered. My humiliation knew no limits now. This outrageous girl was rubbing her pussy in my face. In front of most of my staff. The wet heat enveloping my nose and mouth was her *cunt*. She gave another breasts another savage squeeze, and I gasped soundlessly into smothering crotch. 

      "I told you, eat my pussy!" She shouted at me. 

      And my breasts felt like they were being destroyed. The pain was extraordinarily intense, and time seemed to slow down right there as I squirmed helplessly under her. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't escape, and finally I couldn't even *think*. I didn't consciously decide to give in to her, I just gave in involuntarily. Without thought I pressed my tongue up against her, and she smiled victoriously at my submission. The more I pressed my tongue up into her wet folds, the less she crushed my breasts. She slid her slit up and back on my face, letting me catch a little breath here and there. Mandy began moaning slightly as I did her will, and then I heard Jan's voice again. 

      "Oh my god, I think she's doing it. She's actually licking you!" Jan said, and I was reminded of the fact that my whole staff was right there watching. 

      "That's right, little miss queen-of-the-universe is eating my pussy. I wonder if she sees things my way yet." 

      Mandy lifted her pussy from my face completely, and I gasped for breath as she smiled down at me. Sitting to one side of me she pulled off her panties while I lay there sobbing and helpless as a child. Once her panties were removed Mandy straddled me once more and smiled down at me. 

      "How do you feel now cunt? Are you ready to admit who's the better woman here?" She asked me with a nasty grin. 

      I just lay there blubbering and trying to catch my breath, but when she reached back and grasped my sore tit-flesh I rushed to answer her. Pain filled my being so totally I almost blacked out as she dug her claws once more into my bruised teats. 

      "Owwwwwwaw! You are Mandy! You're better!" I blurted. 

      "Kiss my pussy. Show everyone here how you like to kiss my pussy." Mandy ordered. 

      They were all standing right over me now, and I could see them watching my degradation with something like revenge in their eyes. I was terrified of Mandy now, but I couldn't do what she wanted while I could see them all watching me. I closed my eyes and lifted my head up just enough to let me plant a kiss right on her swollen pussy lips. Even as I did it, my breasts exploded with pain again as Mandy mercilessly mashed them again. Worse yet, my pussy began to tingle and I could feel myself getting a little turned on by my torment. How could I be getting turned on by this abuse. 

      "Look at me while you do it. Look right into my eyes while you kiss my pussy." She said with a little laugh. 

      It only made it that much worse, kissing her in that most obscene way again, as I now had to watch her gloating above me as I degraded myself for her pleasure. Mandy laughed as I did it, and the rest of the women watching giggled and laughed along with her. 

      "Wow Mandy, Virginia is a whole new woman now. It looks like she really loves your pussy." Joanne, my human resources director said to my tormentor. 

      "That's true, isn't it *Virginia*? Why don't you tell me here in front of everyone that you love my pussy?" She demanded of me as I lay there helpless, kissing her sex. 

      "I-I love your pussy." I managed to utter, and then my head fell back to the floor as I began a new wave of sobbing. 

      Mandy's crotch suddenly lifted high off of my face as she raised up to a full kneel above me. She reached back with her right hand and started spanking my bruised tits. 

      "I didn't tell you to stop kissing me!" She shouted at me as she rained blow after blow down on my sensitive breasts. 

      I wailed in agony while Mandy took her time beating me. Finally she stopped slapping me and she sat back down on my neck and chin. The moment she did I craned my head up to her crotch and planted kiss after kiss on her pussy. She pushed my head down to the floor and smiled nastily at me. 

      "Moo for me. Moo like the fat cow that you are." She ordered. 

      "Moo. Moooooo." I managed, and despite the more awful things I'd already been made to do, my face burned hot with humiliation as I did. 

      Mandy slapped my face hard and reached back to grasp my breasts. 

      "Louder!" She shouted, squeezed my ravaged tit-flesh. 

      "Moooo! Moooooooo! Moooooooooooooo!" I rushed to comply. 

      They all watched this spectacle, laughing and giggling at my submission until Mandy pushed my head down to the floor and then climbed off of me on her knees. Kneeling next to me, Mandy reached down and grabbed my throbbing tits in her hands. 

      "Sit up!" She shouted at me, pulling me up by my tits as I rushed to comply with her demand. 

      Still holding my chest in her hands, she leaned forward and let her huge mounds hang in front of me. 

      "Tell me that my tits are better than yours." She commanded. 

      "Your tits are better than mine." I admitted, and the humiliating truth of it added to the sinful heat between my legs. 

      "Show everyone how much you love them. Go on, suck on them." She ordered. 

      I took her nipple to my mouth and began to suck. Her huge nipple grew grotesquely in my mouth until it must have extended almost an inch. Despite my humiliation I found myself becoming even more aroused as I suckled at this awful girl's teat. She let me do it for a moment while they all watched, and then she pushed my head to the other breast and I suckled at it as well. 

      "You love my tits, don't *you*?" Mandy asked, giving my breasts a rough squeeze for emphasis. 

      "Yes." I answered as I continued to suck. 

      Mandy released one of my aching boobs and then I felt her hand slide down inside the waist band of my panties! Her intruding hand roughly explored my crotch, and I let out an involuntary moan as she forced a finger inside me! 

      "Oh . . . my . . . god! She actually likes this!" I heard Marcy exclaim as I began to hump at Mandy's hand while I sucked her tit. 

      "Who would have ever believed *this*?" Joanessa added. 

      Mandy added a second finger to her invasion of my pussy as she gave me her next instruction. 

      "Now admit you're a fat, stupid slut. And keep sucking my perfect tits while you do it." She ordered. 

      "I'm a fat stupid slut." My mouth never fully even leaving her breast as I spoke. 

      I settled in to sucking at hard at those most perfect tits as I frigged myself on Mandy's hand. Mandy was thrusting a third finger inside me now, and I was moaning louder and louder as I approached the end. Crying out around the teat filling my mouth I came, and came hard. Mandy pushed me away from her chest, and brought her wet fingers to my mouth. 

      "Suck!" She ordered, jamming her fingers into my mouth. 

      The smell and taste of my own sex assailed my senses as I obeyed her and sucked my own juices from her invading fingers. She pulled them from my mouth with a wet plop and gave my head a push away from her. Mandy locked her eyes on mine and gestured to the cluster of professional women who'd just sat by and watched her *raping* me. 

      "Tell them who's in charge." 

      "You are." I admitted. 

      "You've been a total fucking bitch to everyone in this room. And now you're going to make it up to them–one by one. Now you're going to crawl on your knees and go wait under your desk. And the next time you see these women you're going to show them how sorry you are. Now get out of my sight!" Mandy shouted at me, pointing to my office door. I crawled to the jeering cries of my employees, my mauled melons dangling humiliatingly in front of me as I obeyed my young tormentor's orders. 

      "Get in there!" Mandy shouted, giving my ass a rough spank as she said it, and then closing the door as I crawled past the threshold. 

      Alone in my office, I crawled under my desk exactly as ordered. There was nothing to stop me from just picking up the phone and calling the police, but I was in shock. I could hear Mandy talking to the other women in my reception area, and there was a lot of laughing going on. And then I heard my door open and close again. My desk faced the doorway, so from where I knelt cramped beneath my desk I couldn't see anything. I heard sounds from in front of my desk, including the sound of a zipper being unzipped, and then a pair of long brown legs appeared in front of me–it was Joanessa! She sat down in my chair and I realized that she was naked from the waist down! She looked at me with a sneer as she scooted my comfortable leather chair forward and spread her legs around me. I backed away under the desk as Joanessa's fingers wrapped themselves in my hair. 

      "Do it. Mandy said to call her if you gave me any trouble." Joanessa warned me as she pulled my face to her crotch. 

      And then the whole horrible nightmare that Mandy had just imposed on me in the reception area was happening again. Joanessa's strong hands held my face to her twat, and I was immersed again in the sensation, smell and even taste of another woman's privates. I was so stunned at the situation that I didn't even try to fight, I just knelt there with my face pressed into her mound. "Go on eat it!" Joanessa ordered me, and when she smacked my head I began licking almost automatically. It was surreal, I was kneeling under my own desk while I was forced to eat out one of my employees. Joanessa was using me, but the only thoughts in my head were of Mandy even then. It was her, it was she that had done this to me. 

      "Oh yeah, right there. Suck my clit!" Joanessa moaned quietly through pursed lips, and then she was climaxing right there in my chair. She was having an orgasm that Mandy had forced me to give her with my mouth. 

      Once Joanessa calmed down she pushed herself away from the desk and barely looked down at me as she stood and left. I heard her dressing again as her breathing slowed to normal. And then the door opened and I could hear a conversation and laughter before the door closed again and I heard someone else moving around in the office with me. Again I listened to a woman undress before seeing her legs appear at the desk. This time it was Lisa, my CIO. 

      She plopped herself in my chair and spread her legs, she didn't box me in under the desk like Joanessa had. She just stared into my eyes and motioned to her obscenely exposed crotch with a knowing smirk. 

      "Go on, bitch. Do it. Mandy says you're giving out special a special new kind of tongue-lashing today and I'm here for my turn." She gloated. 

      It was worse this way, I had to crawl forward to kneel between her legs and service her, and I wasn't hidden under the desk at all. Lisa's eyes never left me as I put my mouth to her sex and began, and I had to close my eyes from the horror of it all. And then I was doing it, eating her out while she vocally berated me. 

      "That's it, *Bessie*. Just pretend the network is down and all of *my* employees are within earshot. Run your bitchy mouth just like always–but do it for me this time!" 

      I couldn't believe how angry they all were with me. Certainly I was tough on them, but it was all for their own good. And now they had all turned on me, led by that arrogant bitch Mandy. And kneeling there, with my big breasts dangling in plain sight, they all came in and made me service them. I debased myself for their pleasure, one by one, for what seemed like an eternity. Each experience was its own little version of hell. Burying my face in each new crotch immersed me in a different aroma, taste and sensation but one thing was consistent throughout the entire time–all of these women hated me enough to use me like this. My nose, mouth and chin were slick with the juices of my staff of gang-rapists–I was a huge mess, and I found myself crying on and off as I serviced them. Finally only one woman remained, mousy little Jan. She was slow in entering the office, and when she did I heard a familiar, terrifying, voice with her. It was Mandy! 

      "Kiss them. Suck on my big tits." I heard Mandy order, and then there was quiet except for tiny wet sucking noises. 

      "I thought so. Beg to be my slut." Mandy ordered. 

      "Please let me be your slut." I heard Jan softly murmur, and I couldn't believe my ears. 

      "Good girl, I'm going to give you a special treat. Now strip like the others." Mandy said, her voice approaching the desk as she said it. I cowered deeper back into my dark little hole at the sound. 

      Mandy pushed the chair back and glared down at me. Her mouth transformed itself into a big grin at the pathetic sight of me. 

      "Look at you, you're a mess Bessie. How does it feel to be the office whore? Why don't you kiss my feet while Jan gets ready to use you?" She demanded, extending her foot into my space beneath the desk. 

      My shame burned so hot in me then, not at what Mandy was making me do, but at the fact that something inside me *wanted* her to humiliate and use me. Something inside me was thrilled at giving up control and letting Mandy lord it over me. I kissed her stocking foot until she pushed me away and then she directed Jan to sit in my chair. 

      "You sit there, and I'll sit up here." Mandy said, planting herself on the top of my desk so that I was looking out from between her dangling legs. "And while Bessie gets what she wants, you can have what *you* want." Mandy said with a hint of mockery in her voice. 

      Jan slid my chair forward aggressively and wrapped her legs around me. I did nothing to fight her as she pulled my face into her crotch and squeezed my head between her thighs. She said nothing to me as I began to eat her out, but could barely hear her talking to Mandy. "I-I've never . . ." She began, and then Mandy cut her off, "Shhhhh, just kiss me." 

      I assumed they were kissing above me, but then I heard a familiar slurping sound. Jan was licking Mandy's pussy while I licked hers! I'd thought I was beyond shock at that point, but I was wrong. And so it was a audible symphony of lesbian servitude that rang in my ears as we sluts served another's whim. 

      "That's it slut. Just do to me what Bessie's doing to you, god knows she's probably an expert by now." Mandy laughed, and her scorn burned me. 

      I was sobbing now, crying into Jan's pussy as I sucked and nibbled at its steaming heat. After a few minutes they both quickened, and while I knelt crying they came simultaneously. As they both cried out Jan's thigh's squeezed spasmodically around my head, as if she was trying to crush it like a grape. I was smothering in her sex, trapped in the wet prison between her thighs as experienced true bliss at my tongue. 

      Both sated, they left me crying beneath the desk as they dressed themselves. I lay there in a ball, sobbing at the humiliation I'd suffered and barely thinking at all. And then Mandy was back, dressed once more, strangely I noticed that her shirt was somehow patched where I'd torn it as she dragged me out from under the desk. She was alone in the office with me now, Jan had joined the others outside. She pulled me to my feet by my hair, and proceeded to slap my breasts a few times which renewed my sobbing. 

      "Listen up, Bessie. From now on you're going to do what I say, when I say it. And right now it's time for your pictures. Come on." She laughed, dragging me by my hair behind her. 

      "Bessie's ready for her pictures now ladies. Let's get her ready first. Does somebody have some lipstick I could have?" Mandy asked them and I kept my eyes turned down so I wouldn't have to see their faces. 

      Lisa produce a tube and gave to Mandy, and she pushed me roughly back against the wall and opened the lipstick. It was bright red, and I just quietly cried as Mandy began to write, starting from the top edge of my shoulder and printing in crude block letters. When she was done the words she'd written covered my front, running completely across my bruised and battered breasts. It read: 


     BESSIE 
       THE 
     OFFICE 
     WHORE 


      Mandy pushed me down to my knees and turned to the rest of them. "Where is the camera?" She asked, and Joanessa dug a small camera from her purse and handed it to Mandy. 

      "Everybody stand over here." Mandy gestured and they all moved to stand behind me in a line. 

      It was unbelievably humiliating to kneel there half naked and a mess, with that crude message written on my boobs and all my employees standing there dressed and looking perfect. Mandy talked about the camera with Joanessa for a minute and then Joanessa just took it from her and did something with it. 

      "Here, let me do it." Joanessa said. 

      She set it on a table so that it pointed my way, and the she scurried back to the group at the wall. "Alright, ten seconds." She said, and a red light blinked at me from the front of the camera. 

      Mandy had inserted herself right behind me, and her hands reached down and held my face towards the camera. "Smile Bessie!" She said, and the camera's flash exploded in my eyes and it was done. 

      After the big group picture, Mandy had Joanessa take a few more pictures. These were of just Mandy and I. Me kissing Mandy's feet. Me kissing Mandy's crotch. Me kissing Mandy's ass. And in a blur it was all over. I barely heard Mandy holding court, giving directions to these successful women like she was the boss. 

      "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I think Bessie here has had a total change of heart. You'll see. Now go--go and have a good weekend. I'll take care of Bessie." Mandy ordered them, and with that they all left–except for Jan. 

      "Mandy?" Jan asked, timidly. 

      "What?" 

      "What are you going to do with her?" 

      "I'm going to take her home, and then I'm going to sit on her ugly face all night long. Which is exactly what you want me to do to you, isn't it? You dirty little slut. Alright, I suppose I'll let you come." 

      Jan face turned red, but she didn't speak. She just turned her eyes down and said "Thank you, mistress." 

      I was flabbergasted by the sight of Jan's demure submission. Despite what I knew she'd already done it still amazed me. 

      "Come on, cow. We're all going back to your place. The work day's over, but your work's just begun! Now let's get you cleaned up enough to travel." She told me, dragging me towards my bathroom. 

      * * * * * * * * * * * 

      I was at my workstation typing up a memo for my boss when I heard her call for me. 

      "Ginny, come in here and close the door behind you." Mandy's voice echoed from inside the beautiful corner office. 

      My heart quickened, and I hurried to her door. My eyes turned down I carefully closed the door behind me, and then turned to face my boss. Her long chestnut-brown hair was done up in a perfectly arranged bun. A dark charcoal designer suit worth a thousand dollars did little to hide her extraordinary figure. By comparison, in spite of the fact that I was almost twice her age, my clothing was tight and revealing--almost the point of outright trashiness. Stepping carefully on my too-high heels and tight mini-skirt, I kept my eyes turned down as I approached her desk. 

      "Is that memo ready to go out to the board?" She asked me with a stern look. 

      "No ma'am." 

      "You fat old cow. You may actually be as slow as you are stupid. I need that memo before my eleven o'clock meeting." 

      "Yes ma'am." 

      "I'm also feeling quite tense. I think you know what would relax me." She said pointedly, rolling her chair back from the massive cherry desk at which she sat. 

      I moved around to her side of the desk before sinking to my knees and crawling under it. Under her desktop I turned to face her on my knees, and watched as she rolled her chair back in towards the desk and spread her legs enough to allow me to slip between them. As I lifted the grey skirt to find her panty-less as usual, she reached down and pulled my face forward into her crotch. 

      "Now do a good job and I may not spank your flabby cow udders afterward." She ordered me as I began to lick and suck at her already wet slit. 

      As I labored on my knees under my mistress's desk, sucking her young cunt, all the events of the past two months flashed through my mind. That long first night where Mandy really did seem to sit on my face the whole evening. The continuous torture and humiliation, centered around her comparisons of our chests. Spending long hours on my knees with Jan by my side, the both of us worshiping our mistress's beautiful body. Mandy moved into my house, took over my job, and basically stole my whole life. I was nothing more than her toy now, and even though my kids would be returning home from their colleges for the summer soon, that didn't scare me now. I didn't have to worry about anything, my mistress would handle it all. 

      


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