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Revenge of the Stepped On Ch. 01

By: MrDeviant



It started out innocently enough. Well, for me anyway. You see a couple of the ladies at work were swapping tales of their sexual escapades and one name kept coming up: Kevin. 

Now, Kevin, well, he turned out to be from the mail room. So what were all these high powered female execs doing with him? Could he really be as good as they made out? Was he as endowed as they said? 

Someone had even written, as cliché as it was, "For a good time call Kevin @ 555-971-9191" on the bathroom wall. Now I know you are thinking why call. Or is the number really real? 

Well the answer is that, like Samantha on "Sex and the City", I like to have sex like a man--no regrets, just passion. So, of course, you knew it was coming, I called him. 

His voice was deep and rich and vibrated with pure sensuality. We made plans to meet first to see if we'd like each other. As it turned out our decision to meet at a hotel restaurant was a good one. 

When he turned me around in my seat I nearly passed out. He was gorgeous. The quintessential black man with wide shoulders, thick lips, large hands (and something else I hoped as I glanced at his crotch openly) and a large bulge that had me salivating quickly. 

When I realized why he was in such a hurry to leave I was suddenly in a greater hurry. When Kevin saw me he was already semi-hard and he got so hard that already large member got larger and the head poked out from underneath the bottom of his shorts! 

I am 4' 10" tall, have hair to halfway between my knees and ankles that is reddish in color, green-blue eyes and an attitude that simply says, "Obey me." At least I had the attitude until I saw his one-eyed monster sneaking out of his shorts. That is what made me drop to my knees in the elevator on the way up to the room he'd already reserved for us. 

I wish I'd seen the look on the faces of those entering when we stopped but I was too busy worshipping his 16" monster cock. Waiting was suddenly not an ability I had any longer. I had to try and deep throat him if possible and believe me I gave it the good ol' college slut try. Unfortunately, the only way to do it at first involved me hanging my head off the bed and him facefucking me. 

All the women whom had talked about Kevin said he was kinky so when I cuffed my hands behind my back after first blindfolding myself he took it in stride. I loved the way he simply ripped my clothes from my body after we got in the room and tossed me on the bed. I figured he'd fuck me quickly then send me on my way. 

What he did instead was to remove his clothes telling me about what he removed and how he looked as he did it. Then, when naked, he crawled over me allowing his cock to momentarily graze my lips, but not enter them. He licked me slowly as he moved until he got to my pussy. I'd always heard that black men don't eat pussy and that those that do are really bad at it--not if you used him as a guide they aren't. 

He took his time eating me out. Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked me towards the peak but every single time he denied me it. He was a good pussy teaser and he was enjoying me juicing up but not fully releasing. Now I know what it is like when I do the same type of tease to a hard cock. 

I fairly screamed at him to make me cum but he was not to be persuaded to do so. His fingers got into the act and, one by one, the more I juiced up, the more fingers he inserted in me. It happened so gradually that I barely noticed he had 4 fingers in me and was working on the whole fist. I didn't know whether to applaud, cry, scream in pain or scream in pleasure as his whole hand was now in me. He then pushed his hand and arm into me. He moved it in and out slowly to get me used to the motion but soon enough I was begging for him to fuck me hard and fast with it. 

I could feel the lube being applied to my ass but didn't care. My pussy was full and that is what counted; besides if his arm could do this imagine what his cock would do. By the time I figured out his cock wasn't going in my pussy it was too late. I'd been so aroused I'd forgotten his arm was in me there already. 

I grunted as he pushed his cock in my shitter, but not from pain but rather the pleasure of his cock filling my ass so. With his arm and cock in me I was severely doublestuffed and loving every minute of it. 

The sound never registered in my mind until it was too late. There, all around me, with video cameras, were the workers I'd overheard talking about Kevin. 

"I told you she was a fucking slut," said one. 

"No doubt about it," said another. 

"Aren't you glad this is all recorded on disc," said the third. 

All in all there were 10 women around us and I still had a cock and arm inside me. 

"Hey, Sandra," one yelled, "in case you haven't recognized us all yet we are the ones you stepped on on the way up the corporate ladder!" 

My heart sank. 

"What do you want?" I stammered. 

"Nothing at all hon," said one, "we are simply going to end your career and marriage in one fell swoop!" 

I was in tears. I am a great worker, but if this got out a few things would happen: 1) My husband would divorce me and get the kids in the custody battle which would be both messy and public 2) I would either get fired from a job I could not afford to lose or become the company whore 3) I would be disowned by my God-fearing, ultra-religious family. None of these things I could afford to happen. 

As you can imagine, and it should come as no surprise, I begged them not to release the video. 

"Please," I begged, "I'll do anything you ask to get that back." 

"Anything?" the ringleader of the group asked. 

"Anything," I answered. 

"Well," she stated, "I can think of a few things you can do--starting with getting that cock out of you. You aren't worthy of it slut!" 

The cock popped from my ass quickly as I didn't want to anger them by going too slow. 

"Now, bitch," she said, "that is you name from now on--BITCH. You will do as we say or we will ruin you. Now, bitch, I expect you will need sex from time to time so from now on you will wear no underwear of any kind and your clothes are to be such that they allow easy access at all times. Next, you will only have sex when we tell you; if your husband starts thinking you are frigid we will thaw him out. Make note of everyone you see here they are your new Mistresses. You will please them whenever, wherever they are and you will do so regardless of who else is there. Am I clear? If not, let me spell it out you are our property from now on to with as we see fit." 

"What can I say," I thought. 

"Of course Mistress," I said. 

"Good slut," she said, "from now on you are ours. My first order for you when you leave here is this: Get a couple of sets of ben wa balls and one small, one medium and one large set of both butt plugs and anal beads." 

My eyes went wide. 

"I can see your surprise slut," she said, "but it makes no difference. I expect to see you in my office Monday morning at 8 am sharp with the ben wa balls and the small set of anal beads in you. Make sure you put them in your ass as soon as you get out of the shower slut." 

My jaw dropped. 

So I was to be a company whore, but, at least for now, I was to be a lesbian company whore. How long that status would last I did not know. 

Monday morning rolled around all too quickly, or slowly, depending on your point of view. As I walked into Ms. Alvarez's, the ringleader's, office with both the anal beads and the ben wa balls in and no underwear on wearing a black dress that left me completely available to her she smiled. Ms. Alvarez is the company CFO and as such wields enormous power, so when she told me to get under her desk and eat her out I didn't hesitate. Ms. Alvarez was a gorgeous Hispanic woman with the tightest conch I'd ever seen in a women's gym. 

She told me not to make a sound as she had an appointment with a possible employee and he was not to know what was going on, though I was not to stop either. It was then that I heard a familiar voice--my husband's--he hadn't even told me he was searching for a job. 

Now what could I do? Confront my husband and thus assure him I was a lesbian whore for my company? Or maybe I should just keep quiet and act as if nothing had happened. I could not face him as these women all had proof of my infidelity with Kevin and his 16" horse cock--video proof. Heck, I am fairly certain they set me up for this. 

How could I break this to my husband and not lose him and the kids? Would it excite him to know my body was ravaged by Kevin's huge cock? Would it arouse him to know this slutty woman, his very own wife, was fucking black cock on the side as well as eating women's pussies in risky situations? 

All it would take to get his answer was a simple movement or sound. Of course explaining all the anal beads and ben wa balls would be a bit more difficult but then given where I was at the moment I think he'd have an idea of what was going on. 

It took me but a few moments to make my decision. 

And my decision was to...

Revenge of the Stepped On Ch. 02



I got myself in this situation, being the lesbian company whore, on her knees, under the boss's desk, eating her pussy out, as my husband, applying for a job with my company, sat on the other side of the desk but the real question was what to do next. My boss had told me not to make a sound, but to continue licking her out as she interviewed a prospective employee. I never imagined that possible employee would be my husband--I didn't even know he was looking for a job until now. 

So, what am I to do? If I make a sound the jig is up and my husband will know what a slut he is married to. Well, at least as long as he decides to stay married to me. If, and that would be a big if, he decides to stay married to me and not divorce me and take the kids in a messy and public divorce proceeding. If I make her cum explosively, and most likely loudly, again the jig is up. If I keep myself and her quiet I will probably be punished for not doing my job properly. So what was I to do? 

Well, being the short stature that I am, I am only 4' 10" tall, keeping out of sight was easy, but was it what I wanted to do? 

I didn't have much time to make my choice. Unfortunately, my boss was doing a good job of covering up the fact that she was cumming all over my slutty face. I needed to do something and something fast. It was then that I took my tongue, made a wet little cock out of it and shoved it deep inside her pussy. As my boss screamed in orgasm my husband ran over to see what was wrong. It was then that he saw me. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked incredulously. 

I wasn't sure what to say, but then there was no need to. 

"She was eating my pussy as she was supposed to," my boss said, "After all, that is what you do with the lesbian company whore." 

My husband was not quite sure how to take that, but he was obviously excited about it. Well, part of him was anyway. 

My boss barely missed a beat. "Your wife was a real up and comer in our company," she said, "Unfortunately, she stepped on way too many people on the way up the company ladder. So a group of us decided to take her down it a bit--as in all the way to company lesbian slut." 

My husband was still not sure how to take this, but I could tell his cock was as hard as a steel rod in his pants and it was throbbing as well. 

Ms. Alvarez was sure of what she needed to do. "Look," she said, "it is simple. Your wife has to pay for what she has done to others in her hurry for advancement. This is how we intend to punish her. I will tell you now she was easily seduced and turned into what you see before you now. So far she has not done anything to stop this so I guess she must really like her new position within the company." 

Now, I know I did not mention in the first part what my husband looks like so maybe I should do that now. He is an unimposing man, only about 5' 8" tall with brown hair, brown eyes and a very subdued demeanor. But it was not his looks I married him for. My husband is a former adult movie star and blessed with a rather large male member. He is 10" long--and that is flaccid. 

Ms. Alvarez was quite aware of all of this, or so it seemed, because she immediately told my husband his choices: 1) You can walk out now on us and forget the whole thing happened, but any chance at employment here is gone or 2) You can join us in properly using your slut wife and join our team as a well compensated employee. What you do with your wife and your marriage is up to you. 

"Where do I sign up?" he inquired. 

Ms. Alvarez then produced a piece of paper. I suspect they had planned on this eventually and made a contract up in advance. What I did not know, nor my husband at the time since he did not read the contract further than the yearly salary of 1.5 million, was that while he would be my Master as well from now on, he became the property of the company as well and the contract was non-breakable and for life. 

Of course, he signed on the dotted line. 

"Well," Ms. Alvarez said, "now that the formalities are out of the way it is encumbent on me to make your new position clear to you, though you should know this since you have a signed copy of the contract in front of you. Your wife is your slave now, as well as the company slut, but you are now also the exclusive property of Bangher Technologies for life. You are as much a slave as she is, but one step above her as she is your slave." 

My husband's face was priceless. 

"To begin with," she started, "Bangher Technologies property such as yourself must be properly prepared. So, to begin with you are going to be taken to our research division for extensive modifications. Don't worry, they are permanent and you will enjoy them--for the most part." 

My husband was in trouble, though I don't know if it was from the fact that someone else knew about all the adult bondage movies he had starred in as a submissive male slut or the fact that they had played him right knowing he was a man of his word and would never break the contract he had just signed and thus they had him for life. 

"By the way Bitch," she said, "the modifications extend to you as well dear." 

Just then the head of research came in to escort us out and back to her division. Funny, I should have realized all the employees of this company in high places were women and the lower ones male. A decided difference from most companies. 

"The full rules will be given to both of you in due course," Ms. Simmons, the head of research, said, "but suffices to say that any woman in this company that tells you to do something better be obeyed." 

Ms. Simmons split us up. I went with another lady from research while my husband went with Ms. Simmons. 

I would find out later what Ms. Simmons did to my husband, but I had other concerns as I was taken by another member of the research team and led to what appeared to be an old, rarely used gymnasium. Although rarely used, at least by most of the employees, it appeared that the cleaning staff had found a use for it. And me. 

I was handed over to a large number of men and women from the cleaning staff and told that I was to service them properly until my modification procedures were ready. As the first woman stepped forward she said, "Look bitch, I expect every pussy and cock in this place cleaned really well both inside and out." 

There was no need for modesty after sucking on a 16" cock with photographic proof, and them all knowing I had just cleaned out the boss' pussy in front of my husband, so I just fell to my knees, after quickly stripping whatever little modesty I had left off, and watched as they all lined up for my services. The first woman's pussy was mostly bare with just a diamond shaped patch of hair above it cut really closely. I leaned forward tentatively to eat her out but she was not in the mood for that and rammed my face into her pussy so that I almost could not breathe. I started to get my breath when she started fucking my face with animal-like intensity. She was definitely the alpha female of the group and she was taking me as such. 

My tongue worked hard inside her. I had to find her most sensitive regions quickly and bring her off or there was the chance I would suffocate in a mere janitorial female's pussy. She pulled my nipples hard, almost as if she was trying to milk them. 

"I love these nipples dear," she mocked me; "they will be really nice after your modifications are complete. I can't wait to see you used as the company cow and milked every morning by each of the workers as they get milk for their coffee and tea from you. Don't worry; I hear the permanent nipple rings they are going to wield into place on you are supposed to make it easier to milk you." 

Oh shit!!! I really was in trouble. What would people think of me when they saw them? Forget it. They would know by the looks of them alone what a slut I had now become. 

As my unknown female lover came on my face hard she cried out, "Next!!" 

A rampant member went down my throat and started fucking me mercilessly. There was no foreplay, no introduction, just sucking as whoever's cock slamfucked my mouth and his balls slapped my chin in rhythm to the facefucking I was getting. He was not in the mood to go slow and he was, although short in length, wide in girth and my mouth had to stretch nearly to its limits to accommodate him. It felt like I was being fucked in my mouth by a beer bottle made of flesh. 

He came down my throat with more force than I am used to and I gagged as he filled my mouth to overflowing. The cum ran from my mouth, down my chin and dribbled on my breasts. Due to the girth of the cock in my mouth I had no choice but to hollow out my cheeks every time. In point of fact, the suction even pulled some of the cum back into my well used mouth. 

I felt like such a slut, a whore, a fuck toy and I have to admit I was really, really liking knowing that I had to do nothing other than have sex which I liked so much anyway and I did not have to have guilt as I was "forced" into the situation. I say forced in quotations because now that my husband not only knew but approved and was a slut himself there was no problem with anyone else finding out. I could simply have walked away and left my husband to his self-imposed fate, but that was not me. For as long as he was theirs I was. I could not leave my husband to his fate alone. 

Soon enough I would find out what they had in mind for me in research, but for now I was servicing the cleaning crew and loving every minute of it. 

How much time had passed before they came for me to modify me I do not care. All I cared about was the line in front of me and the one forming behind me. They pushed me to all fours and my pussy was fucked from behind, then afterwards, after getting their cocks really lubed up in my pussy they pulled out and fucked my ass as well. My breasts hung down low and swung like udders underneath me. I had no idea how prophetic that last statement would turn out to be. 

The research assistant I went with originally came back for me sometime later and by then my stomach, pussy and ass were all full of cum, red in color from the repeated savaging of them and wide open. The assistant, one Ms. Cummings, led me out naked, not even bothering to let me get dressed or cover up the amount of cum that was all over my body. What they did not cum in me they made sure to cum on me and there was quite a lot on me right now. 

Ms. Cummings took me to a private room with only a few pieces of equipment inside it. The rooms dominating piece was a rack straight out the Spanish Inquisition or someone's worst nightmares. It was what she took me straight to. Ms. Cummings told me to climb up on the table spread my legs and arms to the four winds and then secured me to the table in that position. This position had the advantage, though not to me, of leaving all of my orifices open to invaders. 

She then put me in a leather full-face mask with only the eyes and mouth open. To the opening for the mouth she attached a penis gag which was large, thick and long. The gag was secured to the mask by a set of multiple buttons on either side and then secured in back with a small padlock. My nose was covered by a breathing mask and the operators controlled the flow of air to and from the mask by remote. Lastly, a large piece of headgear that looked as if it was from some sci-fi novel was placed over my head and all the lights went out. 

At least the lights went out until the operator started the videos and the sound that came through what I latter realized too late was a virtual reality imaging display. Unbeknownst to me the technologies they used in here made subliminal messaging seem tame. It is said that when one is hypnotized they can not be made to do something they normally would not do; this system however went well beyond hypnosis and subliminal messaging. It could make a person go so far as to kill themselves on command if that is what the programmer wished, though these people did not wish that. These people wanted the perfect submissive fucktoys and that is just what they got. 

As the gas was pumped through the breathing mask I went into a highly suggestive state, awake, but bordering on sleep. It was then as well that the needles were inserted into me. I could do nothing, nor did I want to, but I did feel really, really good. 

Again, more time passed. Whether I slept or not, whether I dreamed it or not, I awoke feeling completely different from myself previously. The virtual reality display unit had been removed from my face and, now that I was awake, I could see the woman in bondage on the rack reflected off the now visible extremely large mirror on the ceiling. The weird part was hearing my own voice, in my own head, but looking a person that was not me. Somehow during the period I was out for, however long that was, my body had been severely modified. Whereas I could not see most of my face due to the mask and all I could clearly see the rest of my body. 

Here is what I saw. My breasts were now not only larger but bordered on freakishly enormous. Now I was a 44DD before all this but I'd swear both the number and cup size had been increased considerably. Now considering I am 4' 10" tall you can imagine what my new breasts looked like on me. I also found that there was now no longer any fat on my body, it had been completely liposuctioned off of me. 

These changes in themselves were enough to scare me into behaving for the woman I had stepped on previously, but alas they were not the only changes that were made to me. Aside from the increased bust size my new breasts were also pierced with subdued silver rings, though they were and are large enough to put a good size finger in them and pull on them. My tongue tingled and I found out the reason why was that it too was pierced. Let's face it there are only two good reasons to pierce a tongue: for stimulation while sucking cock or for stimulation while eating pussy. I'd already done a lot of both and have a feeling there is a lot more to come. 

But while these changes are things I had considered doing myself the others were things I never had even thought, dreamed or had nightmares of. When I saw my pussy I noticed that not only was it now completely shaven but that I now had more then a few rings attached to it as well as a pierced clitoris. I suppose I should define more than a few rings in it. There were about a half dozen rings on both my inner and outer pussy lips on either side set up like the eyelets for a sneaker. I soon learned what they were for. 

The new rings/eyelets were expressly for the purposes of pulling each set of lips towards the other thereby closing my pussy tightly and making me unavailable unless someone removed the braided leather string that went through them. Or if they were very mean, the locks. The inner lips were closed together tightly first, then the outer lips were sealed over them. My clit tingled as it was rubbed constantly from the inner lips being closed over it. 

The biggest surprise, however, was when Ms. Cummings told me that the needles delivered a series of chemicals designed solely for the purposes of increasing sexual desire and arousal as well as stimulate milk production to well above the normal levels that a pregnant female can achieve. Not only had they made my breasts considerably larger, but they were to get larger still as the milk began to flow and fill my breasts. 

It took a number of days, but I could feel the milk begin to swell my already enormous chest even more. I moved rather unsteadily on my feet as had swelled so much so that my new owners decided it would be so much simpler to simply keep me on all fours at all times as I was now severely top-heavy and very unstable on my feet and thus they attached a leash and collar. The collar was welded on so there was no way to remove it ever again. The same person who welded my collar on also made sure that my piercings were made permanent. 

I was to be the office cow and fucktoy. When I was at work I was usually stationed in the kitchen, on my knees, naked and kept by the coffee machine so that when someone needed milk they could get it fresh straight from me. On break times, others not mine as I did not get any, workers would come in and make sure I got something to drink or eat, usually their cocks swelled with juice shooting inside me or their pussy juice that I licked out of them. 

The chemicals that they had given me had raised my need for sex to the level of insatiable, even if they had said you are free to go today I would have stayed just so that I got cock and pussy on a regular basis and in large amounts. 

I was there many months before the next modification came, but they figured I had earned it by then. I was strapped face down, on the rack again, naked, my ass very vulnerable and ready and willing to be used, when they took a thick penis gag, this one made out of highly polished wood and strapped it into place. It was so far down my throat that there was no way I could speak. Heck, I could barely breathe. Once this was in place, and after allowing me time to get used to it to the point my pulse was back to normal, they blindfolded me. 

It was shortly after being blindfolded that I heard a sizzling sound. A few seconds after that I realized it was my asscheeks that were sizzling as they branded my ass. I tried to howl, to get their attention, to scream in agony, but it was no use there was no way I could. 

Once the branding was finished I felt an ice pack being applied and the cold began to replace the heat and I settled down a bit. Through a trick they did with the mirror on the ceiling, as well as a few others that they brought in, I was allowed to see what they had branded me with and where it was located exactly. 

The branding turned out to be the company logo with the word "slut" underneath it. In smaller letters yet it said, "Return if lost, but feel free to use first." 

My heart dropped through the floor. I had just entered the lowest level of Hell, but somehow it seemed as natural as breathing to me to be excited by all this treatment. The virtual reality treatment that they gave me when I first got here must have had other effects on me too, but they were not saying what. 

I was a complete and total slut now and could think of no other thing to do but to please my new Mistresses and Masters, although I did begin to wonder if I'd ever see my husband again and if so, what he would think of me and what he would do to me. 

I was soon to find out that and what modifications had been made to him in the research department as well. I will tell you more about that later. For now, I am horny and I need to get a couple of cocks doublestuffing my pussy. 



Revenge of the Stepped On Ch. 03



Here we are again. To recap, I am now the company whore, my body and mind have been modified to please my new owners and, somewhere around here, my husband, who has signed his life basically over to the company, has also been taken to be modified, though I do not know how. 

My husband is an unimposing man, only 5' 8" tall with brown hair and matching eyes. His demeanor is very subdued, but what I really married him for is what is between his legs. You see, my husband is a former adult film star and his cock is 10" long fully flaccid. 

How they intended to modify my husband was a cause for great concern to me. I don't want to lose that cock of his. I love it all too much. 

Luckily, as it turned out, I had no need to worry. 

My husband was modified by them giving him an extremely effective subliminal treatment. The unimposing man I was married to previously now no longer existed except when in the presence of women other than me. In my presence he became the dominant man of my nightmares, in other women's presence he was a submissive slut who did whatever they wished without hesitation, question or regret. 

I watched intently as Ms. Simmons led him to me and then made him lick her pussy to completion in front of me. What could I do? Nothing. She laughed as she told him to drink down every drop. Their treatments had turned him into as much as slut as I now am and they also fine tuned his desires. He became the consummate lover, loving all types of sex whether oral, anal or vaginal, whether giving or receiving. His cock would no longer be 10" flaccid as they made it so it no longer went down, even after releasing his cum. 

Somehow the treatments also increased the amount of cum that he produced, how quickly he refilled his supply after cumming and his need to release. It seems that they gave him a subliminal command that told him that the more he came, the more he would need to cum. Quite simply put they turned him into a male version of me, except the more he was milked the more he needed to cum further. 

Both of our needs for stimulation, for sex, for perversion had been increased well beyond the normal and into the extreme. Of course nightly I got to go home with him, once they released us, and I was looking forward to it. 

At least I think I was looking forward to it. After all they had done I don't know what he will think of me or do to me. 

When we finally were allowed to leave Bangher Technologies my husband didn't bother letting me get dressed. He just pulled me out of there and we went home. All the way home in the car my husband didn't care to talk to me. All he cared about was pushing my slutty face into his crotch and making me suck him off non-stop the whole way. He did not care if anyone saw what I was doing. In fact, I think he relished the fact that others knew I was giving him a blowjob to end all blowjobs. 

When he came he came hard and shot it in my mouth. He told me not to swallow his cum but to hold it in my mouth instead. Then, when we were alongside a trucker, he made me show him what was in my mouth, swallow it, and show him that I had indeed swallowed every drop of my man's cum. I am not sure if he had a heart attack or just was totally shocked at that point but for some reason he seemed to forget to go when the light turned green. 

My husband had no problem using me properly. In point of fact the dominant side came out of him rather easily and he was enjoyed humiliating me no end and using me like the proper slut I am. Our first dinner party was a true eye-opener, especially since we never hosted any before! 

But that is getting a bit ahead of myself. 

When we got home I noticed that there had been some modifications to our home as well although there were not immediately apparent. Apparently, whilst we were both being trained to be sluts, they had had the houses interior remodeled and had added an additional basement hidden from the one above it. The house now had a much older feel to it and thick beams now replaced the light planks that were there previously giving it a considerably more ancient look. Also, hidden by plants hanging from the appropriate spots were hooks for putting me upon when my husband was so inclined. I had a feeling I would be on them quite often. 

The added dungeon as you've probably guessed by now was a fully completed and functional dungeon with every possible conceivable toy known to man. But what was not expected was the fact that it was also occupied. There before me were several of the women I had stepped on so harshly on my way up the corporate ladder. Now, being their slave was humiliating enough to most you'd think, but they intended to punish me all the more. 

"You like stepping on people dear," one began, "well now we are all going to step on you. You've basically made us feel like lowly slaves and worse so now we are going to return the favor to you many times over." 

I quivered wondering what they had in mind. I did not have long to wait to see what they had planned. 

"We know you have always been a slut dear. We know you have cuckolded your husband many times over. Well now we are going to give him the opportunity to do the same to you--with every woman in this room, and the others on their way over, but we are going to have him do this in front of you instead of behind your back as you went behind his." 

My husband's permanently rampant member seemed all too eager to be used in such a way and in such a manner. 

"By the way," another woman said, "this is going to be a regular thing dear. We intend to start a new club here: The Fuck Club. And guess what dear? You get to play the good little submissive slut wife and clean up each and every cock and pussy when we are done." 

I followed them like a good slut, listened to every word, and, when told to dropped to my knees and ate each and every one of them out. What else was I supposed to do? With the conditioning and training they had put me through it wasn't even possible for me to think of fighting back. 

And so I watched as woman after woman rode my husband's face and cock without so much as a care in the world for the fact that I was there. Some actually seemed to get off better knowing I was there and that I allowed them permission to fuck him senseless--not that I could actually have given or not given that permission at this point. My mind was a blank that only absorbed what they told me to do and that I did instantly. 

I lost count of how many times these women came on my husband but I can tell you when they were done his body was fully covered in their juices and I ate it all off of him and made him cum several times himself. I swallowed down every drop of their juices and his and made his body shine really well by the time I was done. 

The cheers and applause that they gave me when I was done was a further humiliation but by now I had degraded myself so far I didn't care. 

Eventually all the women left and I was left alone with my husband. He may be submissive completely to other women but with me he is extremely dominant. So I was not surprised when he decided to whip me fiercely for not even fighting back to prevent what happened to him and I. 

After he had me properly lashed to the rafters and the floor the real lashing began. With little regard for me at all he moved around my body and the whip's tongue tasted every part of me. I felt it explode on me everywhere from the tops of my feet to the back of my neck. It was especially painful when he made it explode into my cunt. As the whip's tip slide inside my pussy I felt it hit me right on the clit. 

I don't know if you've ever felt real pain but I can tell you two things about it: 1) When that whip hit my clit I let out a howl of pain that I suspect could even be heard outside this well soundproofed room and 2) I came so hard that it took me a full 10 minutes to stop the juices that began running down this slut's legs. What had they made me into? A slut that cums when her clit is hit with a whip? A slut who would not even stop a large group of women from having their way with her husband? A slut who is submissive to any woman or man? Who can't control her own lusts but rather lets them control her? 

Well, that was and is me now. 

My husband, after whipping me, told me that there were going to be some new rules now that he was in charge. 

I dreaded hearing what he had to say though I knew it was coming. 

"Firstly," he began, "you are my slave in every way now. You will not have any other lover but me unless I expressly tell you you can." 

You could see that I was in trouble right from the start. I knew he wouldn't allow me many lovers and that when he did it would be few and far between. It seemed that he, and my pussy, was in complete control now. 

"Next," he continued, "you are from now on not to ever cum without me telling you to. Also, you can be sure that you are bisexual now--whether you want to be or not." 

My eyes lowered knowing he was going to make sure that the woman used me at the office all the time now with his permission to boot. 

"If you ever disobey an order of me, or the other employees at the office, expect to be punished severely," he spat out at me. 

And I knew what he meant by severe!!!!! 

"Now," he said gently, "you are still my wife, even if you act like a slut, so I expect you to do all the wifely things like keep the home clean, wash the clothes, do the dishes etc. However, you will have a new task to do at home too. And that will be to entertain my clients, friends and whomever else I wish." 

I knew it. I'd acted a slut, been made into a slut so now he intended to use me as a slut. 

"From now on you will not wear any clothes while you are at home. You will also wear only the clothes you are told to wear by me when you have to go out. As to that you are not to wear panties or bras ever again so I have already piled them together out back and burned them. As to your other clothes, all your clothes are to be to the following specification: They must be weather appropriate, but leave your ass, pussy, breasts and mouth fully available at all times. If it doesn't meet these specifications I suggest you alter them so they do and quickly slut," he intoned. 

Once done explaining all his rules, and the fact that the rules were subject to change without warning at his whims, he led me over to a sybian machine. This machine had two rather large dildoes attached to it. He hung me from the ceiling over it in such a way that to sit down allowed the machine to enter me, but to stand up caused pain in my nipples and clit. It was a rather delicate balancing act trying to stay in one position so that the machine did not fuck me to death in both my pussy and my ass, but not have my nipples or clit ripped off either. 

I learned to dance that day, but he continually made it harder and harder for me to maintain that balance. As soon as I got into a rhythm he would change the machine or me and we would begin anew. The sybian machine fucked me vigorously and my husband enjoyed watching me take a 12" long, 5" thick cock up my ass as he knew how much I had despised anal sex prior to my conversion to slut. 

The Fuck Club lived up to its name and its promise. They came over all the time. The first time was just so my husband could watch his wife get gangbanged by every man in my company. Even the fucking stock boys and mail room clerks took their turns with my pussy, mouth and ass. 

The real shock to me came at the end of the day. That was when my husband informed me I was to be branded his slave for life. 

My eyes went wide open and that was about all they had time to do before I was accosted by every man there and they placed me on all fours on the floor and chained me down. I was held so tight I could not move and then a new brand was added to the two brands that were placed upon me previously. The new one said "Property of Master Jonathan". 

As if there were no disputing my status now I was further made his with a tattoo of crossed whips that went on my breasts in a place that would be visible in any of my clothing. I was his for good and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I must admit I always wanted him to be a bit more aggressive, but I never dreamed he could be this dominant with me. All of my piercings seemed to itch at the fact my husband was now my Master. I knew he would make sure I was used well from now on and with my milk production stimulated to the levels they are at now he decided to invest in a milking machine and when not servicing him or his friends I am hooked up to it and my milk is ever flowing. He even sells it on the side under the name "Mother's Milk." 

What will happen next to me? I am not sure, but I know the company has some plans for me at the company picnic. I think I even heard them mention a game of "Pin the Slut's Tail." 

I can't wait to play it. 

Any suggestions for the picnic? Just let me know and it may become part of the next story in this series.



Revenge of the Stepped On Ch. 04



With both my husband and I now company whores for Bangher Technologies, and both extensively modified both bodily and mentally, we are indeed a severely changed couple. For one thing my husband is a complete submissive, like I am, but with me he is my absolute Master, and we now derive all our pleasure from serving those I have wronged on my way up the corporate ladder as well as whomever they may choose to designate to use us. 

My breasts have now been immensely increased in size, made to produce milk on a non-stop basis and hang so low on my small frame that I can barely stand due to their weight. Also, the nipples have been pierced as well with nice silver rings. My pussy is now clean shaven, or maybe all the hair was removed electronically (I am still not sure as I was out at the time they did it), and have a number of rings permanently piercing my pussy lips in such a way that, between the ½ dozen rings on either side, they can be laced, or locked, together to keep my pussy lips, both inner and outer sets, closed. As if I was not now pierced enough they also have pierced my clit and, like all the other piercings, it too has been made permanent and unable to be removed without an extremely painful procedure. 

I know, I look like a slut slave. Well, guess what, I am that and more. You see my new owners also have made sure that aside from increasing my production of breast milk they have also increased my sex drive to the point where my body needs, craves, desires and can not live without sex nearly 24/7/365. It is a good thing that they keep me on my knees in the break room to milk for their tea and coffee as well as fuck, suck and lick anyone that requires it of me. 

I would not leave now if they let me go. I'd have to whore myself on the street to stay alive and what is out there scares me. Here, at least, everyone is checked to make sure that they are disease free and thus that they are able to fuck my every hole without fear of something bad coming of it. 

To complete my humiliation I have been branded several times including one that is the company logo with the word "slut" underneath it and the instructions, "Return if lost, but feel free to use first." My husband later added one that read, "Property of Master Jonathan." 

My husband's modifications included fixing it so that his previously 10" cock, when flaccid it was 10", would never go down again. Also, his treatments increased the amount of cum that he produced, how quickly he refilled his supply after cumming and his need to release. It seems that they gave him a subliminal command that told him that the more he came, the more he would need to cum. Quite simply put they turned him into a male version of me, except the more he was milked the more he needed to cum further. 

Of course, like I said earlier, they fixed it so he was completely submissive with everyone but me. With me he was an extremely domineering alpha male to the point of viciousness and he ruthlessly would use me however he so choose anytime and anywhere he felt like it. I am sure it would surprise none of my readers to know that he and I now drive to work together and that he makes sure I stay naked and busy the whole way there—usually with my mouth on his cock—and that he walks me slowly in to work with his fingers hooked up deep inside my pussy lips. 

Of course he is busy servicing people around the company while I am chained down on all fours in the break room. Since I am the company cow now it should be no shock to anyone to know that they milk me often and that this has resulted in my nipples being stretched to such lengths as to be freakish in nature. 

And, as slutty as I now have been made to be, I desire this treatment. 

Since I am a cow for my bosses it makes perfect sense that they should breed me from time to time and they have taken to doing just that. A new company perk is, if you want kids and can't have them, just go to me and I will carry your baby for you in me until such time as your baby is ready for you to take home. I have become breeding stock and my owners like me to be breed with the largest cocks that they can find for me. 

The longer I am kept here the more I have become a real size queen. The larger the cock, the more I desire it. Don't let them fool you, not everything you hear is true. Some of the largest cocks to invade my fuckholes, either individually or many at a time, are from people you would not expect. 

Moans of women fill the air as I hear my husband, and male company slut, approach the break room. Today the women have decided they want to see how he uses me but right there at work with them as the audience. 

"Whore," he intoned loudly, "you have 10 seconds to make me cum or you will be drinking pee out of a dog bowl on the floor when we get home." 

My mouth went to work on his cock and I can't tell you how fast and hard I sucked him to get him to cum. Alas, unfortunately for me, I was a tad slow. 

They watched intently as he forcibly fucked my face with his hard cock, then, immediately after cumming down my slutty throat, made me suck him to full hardness—replacing what little he went down after cumming in my throat—and then he fucked my ass. Of course, like any good slut whore, I cleaned his filthy slutfucker after he came in my ass. I left no mess at all on his cock except for a little coat of my saliva. 

"That was 11 seconds whore," he stated rather vehemently, "I guess you know what you will be getting to drink tonight." 

I am a good whore. I drank down every drop of his cum in that time, but 11 seconds is 11 seconds after all. And he only gave me 10 to do it in to begin with. 

I watched as he told everyone that their contributions would be greatly accepted. He then left for a few moments and came back with a 10 gallon water container and told them to fill it right here in front of me so I'd know what I would be getting and whom it was that would be letting me have their juices. For the privacy of the workers, I definitely never got any, they set up a place for the employees to pee without being observed by any other employees except for me. 

For the rest of the day I watched closely as both women and men filled the container up. And then the second one as well when the first was full. Then, as usual, my husband hooked his fingers in my pussy and led my naked ass outside to our car. I got in the passenger side and prepared to take his ever rampant member down my throat for the trip home. 

Once we arrived home he pulled me in the house by my pussy and then forced me to the floor whereupon he went to the get the promised dog bowl to drink all that pee out of. He did not take long to do that and, once he had my drink ready, pressed my face into and told me to drink down every drop that was there and not to miss a single one. I did not want to feel his wrath for disobeying him so I drank down every drop I could and then, to make sure I did not miss any, I licked the bowl and the floor around it clean with my tongue. 

Master made sure all was nice and clean before he moved me to the bathroom to clean up. Of course that meant I was to clean up his body from head to toe with my tongue. This was done only after he had first used my body as a toilet and pissed on me long and hard. He made sure to aim the stream into my mouth from time to time and just loved the way I swallowed his every drop of the golden nectar of the gods. 

Once he was done with his tongue bath he made me draw him a real bath. Very hot, very deep and he then made me give him a proper cleaning. Today, however, Master was in a good mood for some reason and he took pity on my need for cum and he gave me permission to suck him off while he bathed. Giving head underwater is not easy, but over time and with plenty of practice, I got good enough to get him to dump his baby-making juice down my throat with only a minimal need to come up for air. 

My husband, my Master, used me as a way of fulfilling his every fantasy and today he was in the mood for group sex. I did not know that he had invited all the women over from work today especially for that purpose. When we got out of the bathroom though I learned this quickly. 

"Hello slut," I heard, "I hope you are ready to have some kinky fun with the girls tonight. Because you are about to use that tongue on us until it swells too much to be of any more use or it falls off." 

My face showed my pleasure. I am a slut, bisexual by design or desire makes no difference. This is who I am now and I went straight to my back awaiting the first of many pussies to sit upon my face to be serviced. The first pussy to sit upon my mouth and tongue was a very wet one belonging to an African American goddess who practically rode my tongue like it was a hard and thrusting cock. 

One by one I kept the women pleased. One by one the women were fucked by my husband, lord and Master. Sometimes he fucked them first so I could drink his juices out of them. Sometimes he actually waited until I was finished making them cum and then stuck his hard cock in their still juicing pussies. Sometimes he fucked their pussies whilst I ate them out and tasted their juices off of his cock as well as straight from the source. 

Between my work and my home I was so well used that it is amazing my own tongue did not fall off, my tits collapse from the weight of all the milk they were generating, my nipples stretch to my feet and my ass and pussy dry out from all the fucking that they were getting on a regular basis. What was I to do next? More importantly, whom was I to do next? Or be done by? Only time will tell, but I have a feeling one way or the other it will be very interesting.



Revenge of the Stepped On Ch. 05



Now Bangher Technologies is a company that likes to have as its motto, "Work Hard, Play Hard." Guess who they get to play hard with? You got it, yours truly, the company slut. Between the excessive modifications that have been made to my body and mind as well as my husband there is nothing that we won't do to please our new Mistresses. 

Of course, like all good sluts, we have been made over for the express purpose of pleasing them. It goes without saying that penis and breast size are now greatly enhanced as well as our sex drives. The Mistresses use these to their advantage on a regular basis. 

The company picnic was coming up shortly, as we both found out, and, of course, we were to be the main entertainment. The ring toss booth had been specially modified so that instead of having to put a ring around a stupid piece of wood you actually had to put it around a permanently enhanced male woody---the one belonging to my husband, Master and company male whore. 

Then there was the new shooting game. Instead of trying to shoot out the star with an automatic bb gun you had to shot the star that is my asshole with a modified gun that shoots hard rubber dildoes instead. 

As you can imagine my husband and I had a whole new appreciation for the carnivals we'd gone to in the past, especially after becoming the main attractions in this one. By the end of the first 15 minutes my ass was extremely sore from all the near misses that still managed to land on my body somewhere and I was even more sore from the very few lucky winners who actually managed to shoot a 15" long black dildo into either my pussy or ass. Of course, the better the shot the better the prize. So, of course, if you put it in my ass you really won a hell of a prize. 

Now, what would you give a person who actually made the shot and put that dildo in my ass? 

The lucky winners got me for an hour alone to themselves to do with whatever they so chose as long as they could verify their health condition first. Bangher Technologies makes great sluts and they like to keep them as healthy as they possibly can. So, after winning me, the winners were told that they would get me as long as they provided to the company, at the time of service, their health certification and they were scheduled as to when both service and verification would be. 

My husband was having less luck, or more, depending on your point of view. He had been hit numerous times in the cock with the metal rings that they were using for the ring toss, but then I suspect that, the slut that my husband now is, he enjoyed each and every hit. He told me later on, while he was in the midst of properly fucking my ass hard and fast, that he even came several times from the near misses he took to his cock. 

The whip he used on my ass later transferred all of the pain he felt from those near misses to my ass, legs, thighs, calves, breasts and pussy. I can tell you by the end of the evening's whipping I was a complete and total bowl of jelly and needed his assistance to get back upstairs to my dog bed that I slept on chained at the bottom of the bed now. Yes, I don't sleep in bed with my husband/Master anymore. I am only in it for the periods he wishes to use this slut to fuck him. 

My position in the household has changed immensely since my husband became a slut to the company women and Master to me. I suspect that even though I know he fucks every woman in the place at work, as he is supposed to do, that he is considering replacing me with another more dominant woman as his wife. Only time will tell. And I hope it is a good long time indeed before I have to find out for sure.