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Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: Daughter used to blackmail MILF mom into sexual servitude. 

Note: This is an Earth Day 2013 Contest story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for his usual dedicated editing and plot suggestions. 

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I finally had the Bastard where I wanted him. Two years, a dozen protests, letters to every level of government and finally I got the injunction temporary stopping him from cutting down the sacred pine trees he planned to get rid of for a new hotel.

A couple of days after the injunction was imposed, I received a call from his secretary for a meeting. Finally, I would meet him face to face. I dressed professionally and yet allowing my assets, my 36C breasts, firm ass and long legs to be showcased. I wore my hair up, three inch heels, black pantyhose and skirt, white blouse and a black blazer. Confident I was finally going to see this bastard squirm, I headed out.

Once there, I was surprised when the secretary was a woman in her early forties dressed in a short skirt, and tight blouse. I said, "I am here to meet with Mr. Jones, I am Hilary White."

She looked up at me and said, "I am sure you are."

"Excuse me?" I asked, not liking her tone.

"You may go in, he is expecting you," she said, again her tone seemingly ominous.

Shaking my head at the secretary's attitude, I smiled realizing he must really be concerned enough about me as a threat to not make me wait. 

As I entered his office, he was at his desk, his usual smug smile plastered on his face. He greeted me, "Thank you for coming Mrs. White."

I sarcastically shot back, "Thanks for finally finding time in your busy schedule to meet with me face to face."

Not seeming to catch my sarcasm, he responded pleasantly, "Yes, it is great to finally meet you in person."

To my surprise, he didn't get up to shake hands, instead gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

I shook my head. "I think I will stand."

"Suit yourself, Mrs. White," he shrugged, not remotely phased by my stubbornness. After a brief moment, he said, "So I am going to be frank with you."

"You were quite frank with me over the phone many times," I quipped back, enjoying the thought that I now had the power, something he was clearly not used to.

He chuckled, "I suppose so." After a brief pause he said, "I want you to request the injunction be canceled."

Now it was my turn to chuckle. "And I want you to withdraw your building plans and respect the citizens of my community."

He replied, "Mrs. White we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Are you threatening me?" I questioned, surprised by his smugness and pissed off by his attitude.

"Me? Goodness no, I am just looking out for your best interests," he replied, his smile really beginning to piss me off.

I scoffed, "You only look out for yourself and your big business cronies. I told you I was going to stop the development of your insipid project and protect the pines and park. I will not stop until you have withdrawn your project and the area is rezoned."

"Are you sure there is nothing that can change your mind?" He asked.

"You can't buy your way out of this, Mr. Jones," I countered.

"What about your daughter?" He replied, changing the subject and oddly letting out what sounded like a moan.

"Leave my family out of this," I snapped, not going to be bullied by this rich prick.

"I can't do that, she is already involved," he replied, his smug smile getting even smugger if that was even possible.

"What the fuck are you talking about," I questioned, losing my cool.

"Now, now, Mrs. White, try to be civil," he quipped back, cool as a cucumber which only fueled my rage.

"I have had enough of this," I said, my tone as cold as ice. "Next time you talk to me it will be with my lawyer."

I turned and began to leave when he said, "Open wide and take it all over your face, slut."

I stopped in my tracks, turned around and said, so hot with anger I could feel the steam rising, "What did you just say?"

He put his hand up as he made a facial expression that implied he was coming. "Shiiiit," he grunted. 

I froze. I looked down and noticed a pair of runners underneath his desk that I somehow hadn't noticed before. Someone was under his desk giving him a blow job while he was talking to me.

"Of all the nerve," I said, appalled by his behaviour.

"Money may not be able to buy everything Mrs. White, but what it can't get blackmail usually will," he explained. Looking down at the slut who had been pleasuring him, he ordered, "Clean my cock, cocksucker."

"You are one sick fuck," I said, shaking my head in disgust, again turning to leave.

"I wouldn't leave the room just yet, Mrs. White," he said, his tone amused.

"I am done playing your sick little power game," I retorted, reaching the door.

"Get over here and join your daughter on your knees where you belong," he ordered, his words shocking me in every possible way. First he was implying it was my daughter under the desk sucking his cock, second he was ordering me to submit to him sexually.

I stood there frozen in shock, I prayed he was bluffing, that the woman under his desk was some slut trying to get ahead, yet a growing part of me knew he wasn't bluffing. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and called his bluff. "Whoever is under that desk, get out and show your face."

The few seconds felt like hours as he rolled his chair back and allowed the woman under the desk to crawl out. I prayed with every ounce of hope I had that it wasn't my eighteen-year-old daughter Hilary. As blonde hair slowly emerged, followed by the back of a cheerleader's outfit identical to Hilary's Falcons red and white, my mouth dropped open and my face went pale.

"I am so sorry Mom," Hilary said, as she turned around, her face coated with cum.

"Why are you sorry," he asked, standing up behind her. "Your mother is the one to blame."

"Hilary come here this second," I demanded through grit teeth.

"Bend over the desk, slut, I am not done with you yet," he ordered, causing my last bubble to burst.

"That is fucking enough you bastard. When I am through with you your precious company will be in flames," I snapped.

Hilary ignored my order and obeyed his. She bent over the desk as instructed by this monster, as tears filled her eyes. His tone not changing, he replied, his hands now on my daughter's hips, "You need to calm down and be rational about this."

"Get your grubby hands off my daughter," I seethed, beginning to move towards him.

"Stop, bitch," he said, his tone shifting from amused to authoritative. To my surprise I obeyed, startled by his tone. "Good. Now before you say anything else stupid let me make my position very clear. I own you."

I glared at him, but waited for more of an explanation knowing all the power I thought I just had was now gone.

"After you won the injunction I started to do some background research to find dirty little secrets about you, your husband and your daughter. Much to my surprise we came up empty at first. Your husband is a very upright and noble man. Your daughter is equally good, which is surprising with how reckless teenagers are this day in the era of twitter, Facebook and YouTube. But, luckily, your past isn't so squeaky clean is it?" He smiled, as he grabbed his cock and began rubbing it up and down my daughter's ass cheeks. I stared at his cock briefly, surprised by how large it was, seemingly seven plus inches.

In a great big wave of realization, I realized I was potentially to blame for Hilary's current humiliating situation, I stammered, "L-l-let's leave my daughter out of this."

"It's a little too late for that don't you think. Plus your daughter has become a rather good submissive little pet, haven't you my ass slut?" He asked as he reached for a bottle of what appeared to be lube and poured it on my daughter's ass.

"Yeeeees, Sir," my daughter answered without hesitation. 

"Tell her how you became my eager little slut, Hilary," he ordered, putting the bottle back on the desk.

Hilary didn't look at me when she answered, "I did it to protect you, Mom. He showed me the video of you back in college and he said he wouldn't make it public if I just sucked his cock once."

"Y-y-you did it for me," I stammered, mortified that I was definitely to blame for her being used by this repulsive man.

"Yes, Mooooommy," she moaned as the bastard penetrated her.

"Please stop using my daughter," I demanded, although my earlier angry tone was replaced with pleading.

"I don't know, she loves my cock in her ass, don't you slut?" He replied, his smile one of the utmost smugness.

"Yeeees, sir, I love your cock in my ass," my daughter whimpered, her tone implying she really did. She grabbed the corner of the desk with her hands for grip as she got ass fucked in front of her mother.

"What did you do to her?" I accused. "Did you give her some date rape drug?"

He laughed. "No, I did blackmail her though. Yet, once I opened up her reserved, conservative, personality, the repressed sexual hunger was released and truthfully the rest of her submission was rather easy."

My daughter's moans were distracting as he continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of my once sweet, innocent daughter's ass. I should have done something, but I was mesmerized by the ludicrous sight in front of me and riddled with guilt that I was to blame for it.

"So back to the injunction," he said, bringing me back to reality. "You will cancel it ASAP or else the video of you getting gangbanged at the fraternity goes viral."

"If I do will you leave my daughter alone?" I asked, suddenly realizing I was defeated, as the memory of one pot filled night of sexual debauchery came flashing back to me.

"If you replace her," he answered, still smiling, before adding, "Reminiscing are we?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Get on your knees, crawl over to me and take my cock in your mouth like the cock hungry slut you used to be," he responded, while continuing to fuck my daughter's ass.

"You're not serious?" I questioned, repulsed by this man.

"Do I seem like much of a kidder?" He asked, as he really began slamming his body into my daughter making Hilary's moans get louder and more animated.

"Oh God, yes, harder," Hilary begged, seemingly forgetting I was in the room.

"Please you win, just let us go," I pleaded, running out of options to keep what little integrity I had left.

"Oh fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Sir," my daughter moaned, her pleasure undeniable, my head spinning with both the reality that my daughter had become my enemies seemingly eager sex slave and that I was to blame.

"I always win, you dumb fucking bitch, that is why I am where I am, why your daughter is where she is and why you will soon be where she is," he smirked, before asking my daughter, "Does my cum slut want to come?"

"Yes, siiiir, soooooo bad," Hilary instantly answered with a hunger that spoke volumes. 

"You want to come from getting your ass fucked like the whore you have become while your Mommy watches?" he asked. 

"Yes, sir," Hilary moaned.

"You're a whore just like your mother, aren't you?" he asked, adding humiliation on top of humiliation.

"I'm a dirty whore just like Mommy," she agreed without hesitation, opening her eyes and looking at me for the first time since her anal violation began.

"Come for Mommy," he ordered.

"Thaaaaank you," my daughter moaned loudly as her left hand moved to her vagina. Her eyes were closed the entire time but there was no denying she was in euphoric bliss. This only angered me more as I was helpless to stop the sodomy of my daughter and more devastatingly I was to blame for her sexual submission.

His eyes stayed on me the whole time he ravished my daughter, his smug smile a constant reminder of his victory. "Fine," I said, "you win, I'll call off the injunction."

"Of course you will," he replied, continuing to thrust into my daughter's ass, "but it is too late for just that. You must submit to me sexually as well."

"Never!" I retorted quickly, the thought completely disgusting, even as I watched my daughter's expression of euphoria twist her face as her orgasm was obviously close.

He put his hand up to me to wait as he demanded, "Come right now slut, let your mother see how well you have been trained in a very short time."

"Yes, Siiiir," she screamed as instantly her orgasm hit her and she opened her eyes looking directly at me. "Fuuuck, Mommy, I caaaan't resist."

"Who owns you?" He asked, continuing to thrust his cock in and out of my daughter.

"You do, siiiir," my daughter admitted as her orgasm continued to cascade through her.

"Who owns your mother?" he continued.

"You do, sir," Hilary answered, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Please stop this," I begged, desperate to find some way out of this predicament.

"On your knees now, you dumb bitch," he ordered, as he pulled his cock out of my daughter and moved around the desk, his massive cock now pointing directly at me.

"No," I answered, weakly, knowing I was completely at his whim, yet unable to admit it.

"Well then the video of you goes viral as does the video of your daughter sucking cock at a gloryhole," he countered.

"What?" I questioned.

He clicked on the remote on his desk and the TV on the wall came on and there on the screen was my daughter sucking a big black cock sticking through a hole in a wall.

"Now I really like your daughter and would hate to publicly humiliate her, but I guess that is completely up to you. She protected you from public humiliation, will you do the same for your daughter?" He asked.

I watched in stunned awe as my daughter bobbed back and forth, in her cheerleader's outfit, on the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had always been curious and fantasized about black cock so even though I should have been disgusted, my body weakened at the thought of a long repressed fantasy having been lived by my daughter.

"Aaaah, is that your weakness, Mrs. White, you have a thing for black cock," he said, somehow able to read my mind.

"What? That is ridiculous," I responded, trying to hide my true secret desire.

"Is it?" he said, amused, "If you hunger for black cock, I can get Mr. Witherspoon in here."

Mr. Witherspoon was his main spokesperson in the media and a handsome black man. I responded, ignoring his offer, "Can we please just go now?"

Looking back at my daughter who was still bent over the desk, her body still trembling from her orgasm, he said, "Hilary, my cum is dripping onto the floor."

I watched aghast as she immediately turned around, dropped to her knees, bent down and licked the cum that had leaked out of her ass and onto the carpeted floor.

He continued, "You are running out of time. Are you going to get on your knees and submit to me or am I going to have to send this video to the web?"

I looked back at the screen and saw that my daughter was now sucking a smaller white cock now. Defeated, I asked, "What do you expect from me?"

"First, to drop to your knees and crawl over to me," he informed me.

"Will you let Hilary go?" I asked.

"Of course," he answered, before adding, "for now."

Taking a last grasp of control of this disgusting ordeal I said, "Hilary please go home right now."

She didn't move from her position on the floor until he said, "It's ok, my pet, you may go now. I need to train your mother."

The word 'train' made me wince, but I was thankful to get my daughter away from this monster. She stood up, and composed herself. 

"Go see if Mrs. Quill needs you," he instructed.

"Yes, sir," she said, nodding and walking past me and out the door.

"Your daughter is also becoming a pretty good cunt-licker," he informed me, piling on more shocking, humiliating information.

"If I submit to you, will you please leave my daughter alone?" I asked, grasping at straws.

"Let's focus on you now, Mrs. White," he said. "Take off your blouse."

"Please, don't make me," I protested, pleadingly.

He laughed. "Make you; this is of your own doing."

"Because I tried to protect the environment?" I asked, bitterness in my tone.

"Partly, but more because of the critical names you have thrown at me in the media," he replied. "Now take off your fucking blouse and show me those big titties of yours."

Calling my breasts 'titties' only made my predicament worse, I was a lady and was used to being treated as such. My hands trembled as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. 

Once my blouse was off, he ordered, "And the bra."

I unclasped my bra and allowed my breasts to be presented to the monster.

"Nice, how often do you work out?" he asked.

"Every day," I admitted, proud that my body was in such great shape after forty-one years.

"Take off the skirt, I want to see if your ass is as perfect as your daughters," he ordered.

Oddly, having him compliment my body, somehow made obeying him easier. My husband never commented on my body and how hard I worked to keep it perfect for him, so these flattering comments, even from a letch like him, excited me. 

I obeyed, unzipping my skirt and allowing it to drop to the floor. Standing in front of the man I hated the most in the world in only my pantyhose and thong.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I obeyed.

"Very nice," he commented. "And a thong, nice touch."

"Thank you," I responded, before realizing that I had just thanked him for leering at my body.

"You are welcome," he laughed. "Crawl to me, your daughter didn't get me off."

I lowered myself to my hands and knees, then slowly crawled to him my face burning with anger and shame.

"Do you suck your husband's cock?" he asked, his cock still fully erect right in front of me.

"That is none of your business," I snapped.

"How fucking stupid are you?" he asked, tapping my forehead with his cock, which I realized from up close was almost eight inches and thick, almost twice the size of my husband's cock.

"Please don't talk to me like that," I requested, again surprised by his sudden outburst.

"I will talk to you as I wish," he said, moving his cockhead down my nose and to my lips. "I fucking own you. Your mouth is mine to use, your cunt is mine to fuck and your ass is mine to pound."

"Please, no," I begged, the thought of him using me in such vile ways mortified me. 

"I have a meeting in five minutes, so we will have to delay your training," he said, suddenly allowing a rush of relief to fill me. The relief faded just as quickly when he added, "So, crawl under my desk."

"You can't be serious," I replied, mortified yet again by his expectations of me.

"Now, slut," he ordered, again raising his voice.

Morally crushed, I obeyed crawling under his desk.

Once under the desk, he sat back down in his chair and rolled it towards me. "I expect my cock in your mouth the whole time, sucking slowly, is that clear?"

I answered reluctantly, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I sighed.

"Actually, I think you can refer to me as Master," he said.

I didn't respond, but instead took his cock in my mouth, a cock that had recently been in my daughter's ass. Much to my surprise, the scent and taste was not all that disgusting. 

"Good girl," he moaned.

My face burned in humiliation as I slowly moved back and forth.

"Mrs. Quill, is my next appointment here?" he asked.

A voice over the intercom replied, "Yes, sir."

"Send him in," he instructed.

"Of course, sir," the voice replied.

A moment later, the door opened and closed and the bastard said, "Jim, great to see you."

"You as well, Mr. Jones," the man replied.

The next eternity, probably only fifteen minutes, was a conversation about another building project hours away. Such information would have been great evidence for my cause if my cause hadn't been completely derailed already. Not having sucked cock in years, my jaw was already getting stiff and I prayed this would end soon. I began to wonder if I got him off, would I be able to go?


Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave Pt. 02



G'Day all,

This is my ending to a story written by Silkstockinglover. I've been in contact with her and received her permission to do it. I doubt it will be up to her standard but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

It might be easier to understand if you read her story first. https://www.literotica.com/s/save-a-tree-become-a-sex-slave

This is my first foray into non consent/reluctance so please be gentle... I guess I'm asking the wrong crowd for that:)

Thanks to Alex for looking over my first draft and CaptObvious for his subsequent editing.

Hope you enjoy.

CharlieB4

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Characters. 

Mrs. White. Environmentally concerned citizen and founder of Save The Pines protest group.

Hilary White. Eighteen year old daughter

Mr. Jones. CEO and general bastard.

Vanessa Quill. Reverends wife, ex secretary to Mr. Smith and sexual deviant.

Mr. Witherspoon. Black employee of Mr Jones. 

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Save A Tree Become A Sex Slave pt2

The news conference was every bit the nightmare I expected. The only saving grace was it was quick. I stood at the front of a room of journalists behind a lectern with a smiling Mr. Jones beside me. I'd fixed my hair and makeup as much as I could, but Mr. Jones had insisted on keeping my g-string. As I started to read the statement that had been prepared for me, Mr. Jones' hand began playing with my ass through my skirt. By the time I was finished, he'd hitched up the back of the skirt and the tip of his middle finger was planted in my ass.

The statement explained that I'd decided to drop legal action against Mr. Jones' development after accepting a position within Mr. Jones' company. I felt I could make a more significant contribution to the environment by working at the development stages of projects rather than fighting them later. Mr. Smith then made a short speech saying what a great asset I was going to be and how many people in the company couldn't wait to get the benefit of my local experience. 

With the speeches over, photographers came to the front to get pictures for their papers. We stayed behind the lectern for obvious reasons. For the last series of shots the old lecher bent down and pretended to kiss my cheek. The press loved it but I didn't as it allowed him to push his finger into my ass up to the second knuckle.

"Last one," Mr. Jones called as he pretend to kiss my cheek again. "If I didn't have something else to attend to I'd fuck your ass again you slut." He whispered in my ear as the flashes went off. 

My face burned with shame at his words.

Security cleared the room and I checked my phone. There were twenty-five missed calls. Five from my husband and the rest from other members of our Save The Pines protest committee. I turned my phone off, I had no idea what to tell them. 

"Mrs. Quill?" Mr. Jones called and she appeared from a side door. "My new secretary is all yours, but I will be wanting constant updates on her progress." He leered at me and I felt sick.

"Follow me pet, we have an appointment you're late for, Mrs. Quill's shrill voice commanded.

"Yes," I responded and started to move to follow her when Mrs. Quill's open hand slapped my face.

I recoiled in shock.

"You must use my proper title pet!"

"Sorry, Mistress," I said rubbing my face. 

I followed her. On the way out of the room I looked back and saw Mr. Jones talking to a tall willowy Asian woman. She looked familiar but before I had time to study her more Mrs. Quill grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. We went to the elevator then down two floors. We walked along a corridor and I knew we were getting close when I heard a scream. Mrs. Quill knocked on the partially open door. A gruff voice said to enter. Mrs. Quill opened the door then stepped back so I started walking inside before I stopped in my tracks.

Hilary's naked body lay prone on a table her head turned so it faced the door. Her blonde sweaty hair was matted on her forehead. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be unconscious. Behind her a tall lean black man held her hips as he plowed his black cock into her pussy. His naked body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat which made it shine under the artificial light. I was rooted to the spot and Mrs. Quill had to push past me to get into the room.

"Sorry we are late, Mr. Witherspoon. The press conference started later than expected." Mrs. Quill explained.

The man slammed himself into my daughter one more time and held himself embedded in her. She looked so small and vulnerable compared to the powerful man using her. He turned his head towards us.

"Perfect timing, Mrs. Quill. I think this little one has had enough for now. Maybe you can revive her while I see if she gets her slut genes from her mother."

"With pleasure, sir," Mrs. Quill said as she walked towards the table. "She is truly an exquisite creature and such a quick learner," the older woman murmured huskily as she moved some of the sweaty hair off Hilary's face.

"She certainly is," Mr. Witherspoon replied as he hauled his cock from my daughter. Slapping her ass when he was completely disengaged. It obviously wasn't the first time as her buttocks glowed red in stark contrast to her pale complexion. 

Mr. Witherspoon stepped back to get around Hilary's legs then began advancing towards me. I got to see his cock properly for the first time and realized Mrs. Quill hadn't exaggerated. Without a ruler I couldn't be exact but I guessed ten inches to be very close to the mark. It wasn't the longest cock I'd ever seen nor the thickest but it's combination of both made it an impressive weapon. It was also the first black cock I'd seen in the flesh and I had to admit part of me was excited by it.

It bobbed and weaved through the air as he walked towards me. I could see my daughter's juices coating it and a drop of white fluid protruding from its tip. The implication of that drop dawned on me and I tore my eyes from the black wand casting its spell to look at Hilary again. Mrs. Quill had rolled Hilary onto her back pushed her legs wide open and was preparing to feast on a messy creampie. 

"Jesus Christ," I groaned, "you came in her." I knew I was stating the obvious but the possible fallout was clouding my thoughts.

"You bet yah, twice actually." I looked back at the naked man smiling in front of me. "Don't worry Mrs. White. It might just add a touch of color to your family gatherings. Now take your clothes off so I can see what Mr. Jones was raving about."

"No, no, this has to stop. I can't... we can't do this," I babbled barely coherent, ignoring Mr. Witherspoon's request.

"Mrs. Quill? Your pet needs some training," Mr Witherspoon looked back at the woman slurping loudly on Hilary's groin. 

She looked up in annoyance and fixed me with an icy stare. She stood and quickly covered the distance between us. 

"Take off your clothes Mrs. White!" She ordered.

I looked again at my daughter. Her eyes were still closed but she was moving now. Her hand had slipped down to replace Mrs. Quill's tongue and she was dipping two fingers in and out of her sloppy hole.

"I can't. This is wrong." I mumbled as I tried to push between Mrs. Quill and Mr. Witherspoon to get to Hilary.

Suddenly I was on the floor, my legs had given way and the muscles throbbed. I looked up not understanding and saw Mrs. Quill holding a small device in her hand. It had two metal prongs sticking out of it. Her thumb moved on top of it and a small spark passed between the two prongs.

"That was low power Mrs. White. If I turn it up you could lose control of your bodily functions and the last girl who did that had to clean it up with her tongue."

She leant down and helped me to my feet again. On the way up, I got an up close look at not only Mr. Witherspoon's big black cock but also the enormous balls swinging beneath it.

"Now take off your clothes Mrs. White. You know the price of non-cooperation." She waggled the electric prodder in front of me. "And of course there are the videos of you and your daughter."

Defeated, I started to unbutton my blouse. By the time I was down to just my bra, Mrs. Quill was back between Hilary's thighs. Mr. Witherspoon circled me impatiently clicking his tongue. I dropped my bra and stood with my hands across my chest. He inspected me like I was a new toy. He cupped my ass then pulled it open to expose my puckered hole. After pushing my arm down he hefted each breast in turn before tracing his finger around my nipple.

I could feel myself becoming aroused by this treatment. Having this tall handsome naked black man so close was intoxicating. Leaving my breasts, he trailed his finger down to my pubic area. I wanted him to touch me there but the ease of my acceptance disgusted me. He explored my blonde bush coming close to giving me what I needed but never quite hitting the spot. 

My ever increasing desire caused me to open my stance giving him even more access. My hips began to move forward trying to increase the pressure on my most sensitive area. He suddenly stopped touching me and I sighed in frustration. I looked up at him and saw a mocking smile as he took in my wanton display.

"Mr. Jones was definitely right about you. You are an 'A' grade slut. We are going to have a lot of fun with you."

I dropped my head so he couldn't see me blush with shame. I glanced towards the table. Mrs. Quill was straddling Hilary's head. Hilary's hands gripped Mrs. Quill's fleshy thighs as she rode my young child's face. I felt a large hand grip my shoulder and press down.

"It's time for us to get better acquainted," Mr. Witherspoon said.

I allowed myself to fall to my knees. Mr Witherspoon's cock was level with my face. It had lost some of its turgidity but still looked huge, especially this close. His hands pulled my head closer and I had no choice but to open wide and suck his head into my mouth. After not sucking cock for years, I now had the second stranger's dick in my mouth for the day. I'd done it a bit in college and now as I started bobbing my head wondered why I'd stopped. I could feel my excitement level rise the deeper I took that black rod in my slutty mouth.

"Fuck, yes!" Mr. Witherspoon groaned. "You are the bomb, Mrs. White. No wonder your daughter was so easy to turn."

His encouragement embolden me and I pressed further until his cock caused me to gag. 

"Yeah! Choke on my cock." 

He pressed harder causing me to gag again and again as he fucked my face. Saliva dribbled down my chin and onto my breasts which swung back forth in time with his ferocious attack. Without warning, he pulled me off his stick and began dragging me by the hair towards a sofa along the wall of his office. 

"Come here, whore!" 

He pulled me up onto the sofa before pushing me onto my back. Straddling my chest, he pressed my saliva covered breast together around his dick and began tit fucking me. As he did, he squeezed and pinched my nipples. Then he stopped fucking them and slapped them hard before pushing them back together and fucking them again. Several minutes of this punishment and my breasts ached and were as red as Hilary's ass had been. 

"Alright slut, it's time for the fuck of your life. Roll over and get on your hands and knees."

I assumed the position requested as he stood beside the sofa. A loud groan caused me to look at what Mrs. Quill and Hilary were doing. Hilary was on her elbows and knees on the floor. Mrs. Quill had obtained a large strap-on dildo. She was squatting over Hilary's upturned rump and forcing it into her rectum. It seemed impossibly large for such a delicate little girl but Hilary was wiggling her ass to try and get more inside.

A slap on my own ass brought me back to my own predicament. Mr. Witherspoon was sliding the head of his cock across my pussy lips and up to my anus. I was used to my body's betrayal now so the copious amounts of lubrication my pussy was providing wasn't embarrassing. The truth was I needed that cock. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked until I was unconscious like my daughter and I was impatient to start.

"For god's sake just fuck me," I panted.

His large hand came down hard on my ass and I yelped.

"Don't get sassy with my bitch! I'll decide where," slap, "and when," slap, "and for how long I fuck you." Slap. 

My ass was heating up from his punishment. The sting from each slap began to blend into the next until my nerves just gave up and it didn't seem to hurt anymore. The whole time the head of his dick was pressed against me but he made no move to force it inside. The blows continued to rain down in my ass while he continued his verbal tirade against Hilary and me. 

"Fucking... white... whores... look... good... stuffed... full... of... black... cock."

I'm sure my ass glowed it was so hot. Glancing across the room I saw Hilary was close to cumming again. She panted and mewed as her eyes stared unfocused across the room. Her head now rested on the floor while one hand played with her clit and the other pulled her ass open wider for Mrs. Quill. A savage thrust from Mr. Witherspoon forced the air from my lungs as he started jamming his black staff inside me. 

Ohhhh... " I gasped as his thickness stretched me.

He kept forcing himself deeper. He must stop soon I thought as he stretched me further than ever before. He did pause and I relaxed as his black log slid out a few inches. Perhaps sensing my relief he slammed himself forward hard. Forging ahead until his body was pressed firmly against my ass.

"Fuucck," I squealed.

So this is what it felt like. Ever since a sorority dance at college I'd wondered. The star linebacker from the football team had asked me to dance. I'd accepted much to the horror of my alumni sisters. It had started out innocently but by the end of the song he was dry humping me to make sure I knew what he had to offer. My best friend had dragged me away but it had played on my mind for all these years. 

Now here I was with a big black cock shoved so far inside me I was having trouble breathing. I wasn't going to admit it but it felt so good. Indeed my fantasy hadn't done it justice. Stretched to breaking point my pussy was sending out pleasure signals like never before. Mr. Witherspoon was backing off only a little before slamming back into me. Keeping me full to the brim. Without warning he pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness was more shocking than the initial penetration.

"What?" I looked back over my shoulder confused as my body pressed back searching for its lost pleasure.

Mr. Witherspoon regarded me with a look of contempt. 

"You want me to fuck you now don't you whore! You uppity bitches are all the same. You just need a real man to bring out your inner slut. Don't you?" He bellowed.

I hung my head in shame until his hand crashed into my ass again.

"Answer me, slut!" 

"Yes," I sobbed.

His hand struck me again. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Yes...what?"

"Yes, master." I whimpered, defeated.

"That's better. You just have to learn your place," Mr. Witherspoon said in his normal voice as he lined up his cock to pummel me again. 

He pressed forward firmly until he was fully inside me. Placing his hand on the small of my back he encouraged me to rock forward. As I moved slowly away, I could feel his cock slipping out dragging my labia with it. Mr. Witherspoon subtly changed the pressure he was applying to my back so I was now directed back towards him. I got the message and continued rocking slowly backwards and forwards. Feeling every lump and bump of his cock as it stretched my insides. The buzz began to build within me as I undulated in front of him.

"Does it feel good, pet?" Mr. Witherspoon asked.

"Yesss," I sighed as I rocked away. "Yes, master," I quickly added before he could slap me again.

Both his large hands slid up my torso and gripped my shoulders before he slammed himself forward penetrating my now slippery cunt even further.

"Arghh," I grunted in both pleasure and pain. 

The hands left my shoulders and scooped up my blonde hair pulling it back like a rope. He pulled my head back as he leaned forward whispering in my ear.

"It's time to make good my promise. Get ready for the best fuck of your life," he boasted. 

What happened next is a blur. Mr. Witherspoon fucked me in every position, on or bent over every piece of furniture in the room. The orgasms came thick and fast until they just blended into each other and I passed out. I woke up with Mrs. Quill between my spread legs licking up the semen leaking out of me. I sat up startled momentarily forgetting where I was. I saw Hilary and it all came flooding back. She was on her knees between Mr. Witherspoon legs as he sat on the lounge. She was holding his deflated cock by its head as she licked off the mixture of juices clinging to it and his balls. Seeing me revived, a cruel smirk appeared on his face as he pushed Hilary away.

"Get these sluts out of here, Mrs. Quill. I've got work to do."

"Yes, Mr. Witherspoon." Mrs. Quill replied standing up and wiping her glistening face on my discarded blouse.

I stood up unsteadily and reached to retrieve my skirt from the back of a chair. Mrs. Quill slapped my hand away.

"Not yet, pet. You and your daughter will remain naked for the rest of the day."

"No I..." My protest was cut short by another slap to the face.

"You really are a slow learner. This isn't a debating society. You are company property now and you will do as I say."

"Yes, mistress," I replied robotically. 

"Alright Hilary, you lead the way back to my office dear. Mrs. White, you're next and I'll follow to keep you in line.

Luckily, the corridor was deserted. A few people noticed us walking past their office doors but it didn't seem to faze them. Naked women walking around must be common practice here. We waited at the lift for some time before we heard a ding and the doors opened. Inside was a spotty young man pushing a trolley with reams of paper and other office supplies. Hilary balked at the threshold but Mrs. Quill wasn't waiting. 

"Inside, quickly now ladies." She ordered. "Press the button for the top floor please, Nigel." Mrs. Quill addressed the wide eyed youth. "Nigel?"

"Sorry Mrs. Quill," stammered Nigel tearing his eyes off Hilary's breast to look at Mrs. Quill. "That's where I'm going."

The young man's eyes returned to his close inspection of the naked bodies in front of him. He seemed too young to be working. I thought he should have still been at school. He shifted his stance behind the trolley and I detected a small tent forming in his pants. 

"I think I need some paper Nigel. Why don't you come to my office first?" I didn't like the smug look on Mrs. Quill's face.

The callow youth nodded his head in agreement while continuing to ogle our nakedness. The route to Mrs. Quill's office was the same one I walked several hours before to see Mr. Jones. Back then I walked tall and proud. A victor preparing to accept my opponent's surrender. Now I was the humiliated vanquished party trudging slowly to my next debasement. 

Inside Mrs. Quill's office Nigel loaded the fresh paper into her printer without taking his eyes off us. Mrs. Quill had us stand side by side facing him so he could get a good look. She hummed quietly as she sat at her desk enjoying my discomfort. Nigel was about to leave when she spoke to him.

"Nigel, how has your first week been going?"

"Fine, Mrs. Quill." 

"Do you want to know why I have two naked women in my office?" She asked as she stood up.

"Er, um yes... I mean no... I mean," Nigel tumbled over his words.

"Which one is it Nigel? Yes or No?" Mrs. Quill was standing beside him now.

You could see the cogs in Nigel's brain turning as he tried to decide how he thought Mrs. Quill wanted him to answer.




Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave Pt. 02



"Yes," he said finally.

"Good choice, Nigel." Mrs. Quill said placing a maternal hand on his shoulder. "These two ladies are new recruits to company. They are going to be providing special services to Mr. Jones and other deserving members of staff." 

Nigel licked his lips but remained silent.

"Do you think you are a deserving member of staff, Nigel?" 

"I... I... I don't know." 

"Has anyone called your supervisor to complain about you?" 

"No, no, I don't think so."

"Well in that case, I think you are deserving of a reward. Which one would you like?"

I glanced a Hilary, she seemed to have held his interest more than me. 

"That one," Nigel replied more confident now as his finger pointed at me.

"Ahh, you want some experience. Wise choice." Mrs. Quill's grinned as she addressed me. "Mrs. Smith come over here now."

With great apprehension I moved in front of them.

"You can touch her now, Nigel." Mrs. Quill urged.

His hands came straight up and latched onto my breasts. My guess from his expression was it was the first time he had ever touched a woman apart from his mother. He fondled them then twisted my nipples like he was trying to dial a better radio station on an old radio. I winced at the discomfort of his inexperienced groping. His breathing was getting labored so I hoped he would explode before I had to do anything else. Mrs. Quill must have thought the same.

"That's enough of that ,Nigel." He pulled his hands back to his sides immediately. "We don't want you getting too excited yet." She chuckled into his ear before talking to me. "Kneel down." 

I started to lower myself and so did Nigel.

"Not you, boy," Mrs. Quill admonished him.

I continued down until I was on my knees. My eyes were level with his midriff and a small bulge jutted towards my chin. 

"Take out his cock Mrs. White." 

I reached for Nigel zipper but he stepped back.

"No, I... I."

"What are you doing you, stupid boy?" Mrs. Quill snapped. "You are about to get your first blowjob. You haven't got anything these ladies haven't seen before. Step forward." 

He did as he was told and I undid his zipper. Slipping my hand inside, I pulled his underwear aside and out popped his sweaty straining dick. It wasn't very big. I stroked it twice and was about to open my mouth to follow Mrs. Quill's instructions when Nigel groaned. A high pressure stream of hot cum splattered across my face and into my hair. It was quickly followed by several more blasts. It went in my eyes and up my nose. I turned my head and the last shot coated my ear.

"Ohh, ohh god, ohh, sorry," Nigel apologized as he pushed my hand off his dick and tried to stuff it back in his trousers.

Mrs. Quill was laughing out loud and Hilary was giggling uncontrollably. I wiped my eyes so I could open them in time to see a beetroot red Nigel scurry out of the office pushing his trolley. 

"What's all the noise for?" Mr. Jones appeared in the doorway watching the retreating youth.

"Just some more training Mr. Jones," Mrs. Quill replied stifling her mirth.

"Hmmm, how did things go with Mr. Witherspoon?" He asked as he walked into the room. 

"Very well sir. He gave them a good work out."

"Good, good. I need them to be ready by next Friday." I started to stand up but he placed his hand on top of my head and stopped me.

"Stay down there Mrs. Smith. A good slut knows her place. On her knees for her owner." The old bastard gloated before pointing at Hilary. "Why don't you join her?"

Hilary scurried over to kneel beside me. Her eyes shone with the devotion of a religious zealot who had just seen her God. He towered over us grinning and I knew there was more to come. Just then his mobile phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. We could all hear one side of the conversation.

"George, thanks for getting back to me so quickly. Can you make it next Friday?"

"That's great."

"Just the usual crew. You know Allan, Micheal, Simon, Arthur and the rest."

"I've got a really special surprise for you guys. Actually two special surprises," he gushed looking down at us.

"Trust me, you are going to love it. See you next week."

He returned the phone to his pocket and smiled down at us. 

"I can't wait till next Friday." Then he winked at me. "Luckily,I don't have too. Mrs. Quill I want them both in my limo in thirty minutes. It's time to take them home."

Mr. Jones turned on his heel and strutted out of Mrs. Quill's office whistling. Mrs. Quill leaned over and scooped some of Nigel's cum of my face. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked the loudly.

"Hmmm, yummy." She scooped up some more and offered it to Hilary. "Here you go dear."

Hilary licked her finger clean.

"Good girl. You are such a quick learner, you little slut."

Mrs. Quill continued to clean my face and feed it to Hilary.

"Alright pets, you have five minutes for a shower then I want you back here." 

Hilary sprang up and skipped out the door. I took my time hoping to engage Mrs. Quill in a conversation.

"Vanessa, we have to stop this. Mr. Jones is a..."

I didn't get any further. Once again I found myself on the floor shaking from another shock. Mrs. Quill stood over me with her high heel pressed into my chest between my breasts.

"You don't speak to me, slut!" She roared. "You're lucky we are short of time or I'd really make you pay. Now get yourself together and get into that shower!"

Hilary, Mrs. Quill and I waited in the limo for twenty minutes before Mr. Jones arrived. I was trying to figure out what I was going to tell my husband but I wasn't getting any inspiration. Mr. Jones squeezed onto the seat between Hilary and myself. His gross hands went straight to our knees. I was thankful that we had been allowed to wear clothes for this trip. As we pulled out of the underground parking station and merged into the afternoon traffic I gazed out the window. We got to the freeway but we turned south instead of north.

"Your house is north of the city. Why are we turning south?" I asked, my unease evident.

"I'm taking you to your home, not mine."

"No! No you can't." I interjected my panic rising. "My husband works from home today. He... he doesn't know. He can't know." 

"Oh come on Mrs. White. It might be your husband's fantasy to watch another man fuck his wife and daughter up the ass on the marital bed?" Mr. Jones was once again thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

"No, no please, I'll do whatever you want. Please not this." I pleaded but the look I received in return suggested pleading wasn't going to help.

"Calm down Mrs. White. As much as I would like to fuck you in front of your husband I'm afraid it won't be possible today." I sighed involuntarily with relief at being spared more sexual degradation. Unfortunately Mr. Jones wasn't finished. "Your husband isn't at home."

"Yes he is. He's always home on a Wednesday." I said confident in my knowledge but Mr. Jones just laughed.

"My poor little ass fucking slut." He giggled like a schoolboy. "Do you think I would be happy just fucking with you and your daughter? Did you think your husband and marriage would escape?"

"You promised, no videos if I did what you said." 

"I didn't do anything... directly. You have to realize, it would be difficult for you to carry out your new duties with a husband around. I thought I'd spare the poor man the emotional trauma so Reverend Quill came over to let him know what 'coming to work for my company' really involves."

"You bastard, he must have been distraught." My eyes filled with tears as I contemplated the man I loved being crushed.

"Oh come now Mrs. White. I'm not completely heartless. Well, when innocent male parties are involved. I made sure he didn't suffer too much."

"You killed him?" I was incredulous and Hilary started crying.

"Good god no woman. He's perfectly fine. In fact I think it would be safe to say he's having the time of his life." Both Hilary and I looked expectantly at the bastard waiting for him to explain. "Perhaps it would be easier to see what I mean."

He fished out a thumb drive from his suit coat pocket and handed it to Mrs. Quill. She had previously pressed a button and a flat screen tv had risen from behind small liquor cabinet. She plugged the thumb drive into a USB port on its side. Picking up a remote control she selected the only file saved to the device.

"This is why I was a little late but I think you will find it was worth waiting for. I think it was." He sneered.

The small screen displayed a picture of a typical apartment living area with no occupants. A date and time clock in the top right hand corner said the footage was taken just over an hour before. There was the sound of a door opening and anonymous voices off camera was heard then two figures entered appeared and my heart sank. I realized where I'd met the tall Asian lady who I'd seen Mr. Jones talking to after the press conference. At my husband's office Christmas party. 

Jim, my husband, was obviously upset. Miss Lee, I think that was her name, sat him down on the lounge then went out of shot briefly before returning with two glasses of some sort of amber liquid. I assumed it was scotch, Jim's usual choice of alcohol. He took a gulp, then put it down on a small table before he buried his head in his hands sobbing. Miss Lee put her arm around him and was trying to comfort him. Leaning close and talking too quietly for us to pick up what was being said.

"Fast forward a bit Mrs. Quill." Mr. Jones ordered. "It's a bit slow for a start."

"Who is this bitch?" I spat.

"Now, now Mrs. White. You may be a surprising talented slut but Miss Lee is a true professional. For the last five years she has helped me get dirt on most of the state planning department and local politicians. If she wasn't so expensive I'd fuck her regularly."

"But she's worked at Jim's company for over a year."

"And you have been causing trouble for nearly two years. I needed information on you so who better to get it from than your spouse."

"You really are a fucking old creep."

"Thanks for the compliment," Mr. Jones laughed before telling Mrs. Quill to press play again.

I looked back at the screen. Jim was hunched forward still but Miss Lee was now on her knees in front of him cradling his head. She lifted it up and their faces were only inches apart then she kissed him. I felt physically ill as she continued mauling him. He didn't seem to be responding but he wasn't pushing her away either.

Jim was under her spell as she pushed back up to a sitting position. You could hear what she was saying now as she told him it was going to be alright, that she was going to look after him. As she did this her hands were busy in front of her in Jim's lap. It was hard to see because the camera was behind her but when her head dropped down and began rising and falling. It was clear she was sucking Jim's cock. Jim appeared conflicted. He sat with his head back, arms folded across his face. A disinterested spectator? Not for long, the arms came down and his hands cradled the back of her head as he started thrusting into her mouth.

I was angry at him. Ridiculous considering what I'd done in the last five hours. The sound of a zipper next to me refocused the anger. I looked away from the screen at the other occupants of the limo. Hilary had just pulled Mr. Jones cock out of his pants and was preparing to go down on him. Mrs. Quill had her skirt hitched up and was masturbating.

"Don't stop watching now, Mrs. White. You will miss the best part." Mr. Jones said as he forced his cock into Hilary's throat causing her to gag.

I don't know what was getting him off more? My reaction or the pornographic images. I looked back at the television. Miss. Lee was standing up removing her clothes. Jim still sat on the lounge. His pants and shoes were gone but he still had his shirt on. Miss. Lee turned around so she faced the camera and bent over thrusting her ass in Jim's face. She inched down her panties as he watched before backing onto his lap. Reaching between her legs she guided his cock inside her before she started riding him. 

You could hear Jim groaning and his hands appeared around her front and clasped her bouncing breasts. She looked directly at the hidden camera and I'm sure she winked before she started moaning loudly, urging Jim to fuck her harder. 

"She ought to get an Oscar for this performance. There is no way your husband's little cock could make her cum like that." Mr. Jones laughed before a groan took over. "Get ready sluts here I cum!"

Mrs. Quill and Hilary were both on their knees waiting as Mr. Jones stroked his cock furiously. He sprayed cum on both their faces although they tried hard to get as much as they could in their mouths. When he'd finished they licked the remaking strands off each other ending in a fierce French kiss.

"That will be you soon enough my dear." Mr. Jones mused while tucking his cock back in his pants.

"Never going to happen," I replied firmly to him and to myself.

I looked back at the screen in time to see the naked Miss. Lee leading my half naked husband out of shot. His dick, now shrunken and nestled in his pubic hair. I wished I could go back in time and start this day all over again.

The limo door opened and the driver announced we had arrived. Mr. Jones consulted his watch and cursed softly.

"Bloody traffic. It looks like I won't be able to stay and fuck you Mrs. White. I have to get home."

Relieved I got out followed by Hilary. Mrs. Quill exited as well and I was surprised to see her follow Hilary up towards the front door. I looked back at the smirking Mr. Jones.

"Mrs. Quill will be staying with you to make sure you don't have any second thoughts about our... relationship."

"But what do I tell my husband when he comes home," I argued.

"Trust me Mrs. White," Mr. Jones smirk turned into a broad smile. "Your husband will not be coming home tonight."

"You don't know my husband." I shot back.

"And you don't know Miss Lee. I can assure you Mrs Smith you husband will be well taken care of tonight." The evil glint returned to his eyes as he raised the tinted window.

The car pulled away and I was left standing alone staring after it. What the hell was I going to do?

A voice from behind me interrupted my thoughts. 

"Inside now Mrs Smith. You will need your rest before work starts again tomorrow. We don't have much time to complete your training before next Friday."

As I walked inside I wondered what work I was going to be doing tomorrow. More of a worry, what was going to happen next Friday. 

Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave pt 3

One week later.

"Oh yeah, here it cums slut!" The guy in front of me yelled.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking it furiously. The first spurt overshot his intended target and landed in my hair. The next landed squarely on the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes instinctively just as the next two coated my eyelids. I felt the head of the dick brushing my lips again and I opened up as I was now conditioned to do.

"Harry, Harry, come and have a look at this slut now." The man called to his companion. "She is in her element. A cock in her mouth and her face covered in cum. What a whore!"

I heard footsteps approach and a low chuckle before the deflating cock was pulled from my mouth. The sound of a zipper was followed by the two men's receding footsteps. I stayed where I was. I had no choice. I was naked kneeling next to the table which supported the coffee machine in the executive dining area. My hands were bound behind my back. The bindings were connected to another set locking my ankles. A collar around my neck was attached by a chain to heavy loop under the table.

This had been my position for one hour every morning and every afternoon since I started "working" for Mr. Jones. I'd lost count of the number of blow jobs I'd given in the last seven days. The first two days were the worst. The new slut was a novelty and all the men wanted a go. Now some just got a cup of coffee a piece of cake and left. It seemed to barely register that I was even there. To me that was even more humiliating. Sucking a strange cock had become second nature now, much the same as putting on a pair of shoes in the morning.

Why had I agreed to this? What cause was worth this higher price? My internal struggle was interrupted by the click clack of a familiar pairs of high heeled shoes.

"My pet, I see you've been busy." There was the click of a camera before Mrs. Quill began releasing me from the restraints. "Mr. Jones is so pleased with your progress that he's allowing you to take tomorrow off. We have to get you ready for Friday."

Before helping me to my feet Mrs. Quill wiped my face so I could open my eyes. I stood unsteadily for a moment until the feeling returned in my lower legs. 

"Follow me and we'll see how Hilary is getting on." Mrs. Quill tugged on the chain attached to my collar to emphasis her direction. 

I trudged along behind her downcast. My daughter was in thrall to Mr. Jones. Every day after she finished lectures she caught the bus into the city to come here. Her devotion to her master was complete. 

We walked into Mr. Jones' outer office. Mrs. Quill knocked on the closed door and waited until she was invited in. I dreaded seeing what he was doing to her today. To my surprise he was alone sitting at his desk. Mrs. Quill stood in front of his desk. I was slightly behind her to one side with my head down.

"Mrs. Quill. I must congratulate you on your good work with my new secretary. I have been getting nothing but good reports." I heard his chair roll back and his footfalls on the carpet as he moved around the desk towards us.

"Thank you sir." Mrs. Quill replied, the pride showing through in her voice. 

He stopped in front of me and lifted my chin with his finger so I was looking directly into his face. I tried to stifle my disgust and keep my face neutral.

"She still has some spirit left Mrs. Quill. You can see it in her eyes." He let his finger drop from my chin, sliding it straight down. 

In the last seven days no hand or cock had touched my pussy or ass. After my initiation by Mr. Jones and Mr. Witherspoon my privates had been off limits. A few of the executives had tried but that had earned them a savage rebuke from Mrs. Quill. Now Mr. Jones finger was poised over my slit and I felt myself getting wet from just the thought of any contact. 

I tried to hold his gaze maintaining my neutrality but as his finger slipped between my folds but my knees became weak. He continued pressing inside me until he could go no further. The rest of his hand pressed against me and one of his knuckles pressured my clit. Mr. Jones was staring at me intently as he worked his finger in and out a couple of times. I tried but couldn't stifle the moan of pleasure his manipulation was causing. 

"Oh yes Mrs. Quill, wonderful work. She is primed and ready to go." He withdrew his finger and bought it up to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in as I had so many cocks.

"Good girl, look at what you have done to me." 

I looked down at the tent in Mr. Jones pants. The desire to feel that cock in me again became unbearable. I reached for it but he slapped my away.

"You have to wait Mrs. White, but I don't. Bend over my desk Mrs. Quill."

Mrs. Quill didn't bat an eyelid. She hitched up her tight skirt exposing her bare ass and leaned over the desk. Mr. Jones retreated behind his desk to retrieve some lubricant then walked behind her. 

"Come over here Mrs. White. Get my cock out." He ordered before handing me the bottle. "Get me ready."

I squirted some of the liquid into my hand and ran it along Mr. Jones thick hot shaft. The weight of his dick in my hand only raised my excitement level. My stroking got faster as I willed him to change his mind and fuck me instead. He took my hand away but made me stay close as he pressed himself deep inside Mrs. Quill's bowel.




Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave Pt. 02



"Ohhhh." She whimpered as he pushed deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, you're as tight as the first time I opened you up. Have I been neglecting my number one slut?" Mr. Jones asked as he stopped just short of full penetration.

"No sir," Mrs. Quill replied automatically.

"Do you want me to fuck you slut?" 

"Yes, yes please sir." 

"Are you going to show Mrs. White how a real ass slut takes cock?"

"Ohhhh yes," she groaned as he pressed more of his flesh inside her.

"Mrs. White, sit in my chair and watch how a real slut loves getting fucked."

I moved around and sat in the plush leather chair. I was looking directly at Mrs. Quill's face and as I looked up Mr. Jones leered at me as he held her hips.

"Watch and learn Mrs. White, watch and learn." He muttered.

Mrs. Quill's eyes were shut tight as he heaved forward and buried himself completely. I'm sure there were tears forming. Mr. Jones gave her no time to adjusted as he pulled back then slammed forward again causing her to cry out in obvious pain. That only spurred him on as he continued power fucking her ass. He continued the frenzied assault and Mrs. Quill's cries became louder and tears now dripped off her nose each time her body shook as he pummeled her against the desk. 

After only a couple of minutes the tone of her cries changed. They became more guttural and almost words. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and she started fucking back. He ass slammed against Mr. Jones as he crashed forward. It was like two wild animals rutting in peak season. The sounds and smell of sex filled the room and its effect was intoxicating. My hand slipped down to my pussy and I started satisfying my own desires.

"That's it you fucking whore!" Mr. Jones roared at Mrs. Quill." Tell me what you want!"

Her words became coherent. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."

Suddenly she was cumming, her eyes opened wide looking directly at me before rolling back into her head as she squealed. Mr. Jones didn't slacken his pace as he continued ramming her against the desk. Letting go of one hip he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"I'm going to cum slut, where do you want it?" He bellowed.

"I'm my mouth," Mrs. Quill panted.

"Too laaate," Mr. Jones jammed forward and held himself deep inside.

I was in my own frenzy rubbing my cunt and feeling the juices coat my fingers as I went over the edge as well. I was slumped in the chair with my eyes closed enjoying my post orgasmic bliss when I was pulled roughly forward and a cock hit my lips. I opened automatically, looking up to see Mr. Jones leering at me as he forced his cock down my throat. Putting aside the thought of where his dick had just been I relaxed and let him push it till his pubic hair touched my nose.

"Fucking hell you're one hell of a slut. How have you kept it under wraps for so long?" He laughed at his rhetorical question. "Mrs. Quill, remind me to give you a raise. You have done exceptional work. She will be perfect for Friday."

"Thank you sir." Mrs. Quill replied as she gingerly pulled down her skirt.

"Now get the fuck out of my office I've got work to do." He grumbled dismissing us.

We went down in the lift and found Hilary on Mr. Witherspoon's desk. Naked with her legs in the air and Mr. Witherspoon balls deep in her pussy. They both ignored our presence as he ground her into the table. After a long tongue kiss Mr. Witherspoon turned his head to acknowledge our presence.

"I've just come to collect Hilary. Are you are finished with her Mr. Witherspoon?" Mrs. Quill asked meekly.

"Yes, I think I'm done with her." He pushed himself off Hilary's small body and slowly extracted his massive cock from her.

She whimpered as he did so, reaching up trying to hold him in place. His black cock was slick with cum and more leaked out of Hilary's gaping cunt. He faced us with his hands on his hips and I didn't need to be told. I was immediately on my knees in front of him slurping on his long black popsicle.

"Mrs. Quill, these are the most depraved sluts I think we have ever produced." She nodded her agreement as I continued trying to get all his black cock in my mouth. 

"All right ladies that's enough for today." Mrs. Quill clapped her hands to get our attention. 

Reluctantly I stopped sucking Mr. Witherspoon. Hilary sat up and swung herself off his desk. I desperately wanted to get fucked but it wasn't to be. 

Thursday Mrs. Quill took us to a day spa. We were all thoroughly cleaned inside and out. Then manicured, pedicured, trimmed, waxed and finally at the end of the day meditation and massage. We arrived home exhausted yet we hadn't lifted a finger all day. Friday morning after breakfast Mrs. Quill announced we were going dress shopping in preparation for our appointment with Mr. Jones at lunchtime. 

Shopping is one of my favorite pastimes and I was secretly looking forward to it until we pulled up at the first boutique. Calling it a boutique was, I thought, stretching the definition. It was a sordid little place filled with vulgar clothes. Luckily we only got underwear there. The next place was much better although its clothes were very skimpy. Mrs. Quill hand picked our outfits. Needless to say there was more of Hilary and me on display to the world than covered. 

Last stop was for hair and makeup. Again Mrs. Quill supervised everything that was done to us. As we walked out of the salon I saw our reflections in a full length mirror. We looked like whores. High priced one but whores just the same. I guess that was the idea. The limo then dropped us off at a five star hotel in the city. When we got out Mrs. Quill stayed inside.

"Go to the front desk and say you are the entertainment for Mr. Jones party. They will be expecting you." Mrs. Quill said with smug satisfaction.

With that she closed the door and the car sped off leaving us standing alone. Alone except for the hundreds of people bustling along in front of the place. Outside, alone and exposed, just another step in our humiliation. Men walking past swiveled their heads to get a second look while women just shook theirs in disgust. I took Hilary's hand and we weaved our way into the foyer and up to the front desk. The man there ignored us for some time before he approached us as he would a mangy dog on a sidewalk. 

"Can I help you... er ladies?" 

"We are looking for Mr. Jones party." I said quickly.

"Ah, I should have guessed. You must be the entertainment." He emphasized the last word as he looked down his nose at us.

I was hoping he would give us directions so we could leave but he wasn't finished with us yet. He rang a bell on the counter and a young man in a hotel uniform came over. 

"James," he started loudly so everyone could hear. "Could you escort the umm entertainment up to the Jones party in the Gershwin room?"

"Certainly sir. If you will follow me ladies." He led us through the crowded lobby to the elevators with more people now staring. 

When the door closed on the elevator it was such a relief. Now we only had the eyes of the young bell hop perusing our exposed flesh. After exiting the lift he led us along a short corridor before stopping in front of two large doors. He knocked quietly and Mr. Witherspoon appeared.

"I'll take them from here." He said to the bell hop as he gave him twenty dollars.

Instead of going in the room Mr. Witherspoon had left he took us further down and into another that obviously adjoined the one where Mr. Jones was.

"We are not quite ready for you yet. You wait here and I will come and get you." Mr. Witherspoon passed us a couple of prepared drinks from a side table. "Have a drink while you wait. It will take the edge off."

He left us but not the way we came in. He slid back a partition in the wall, partially closing it so we could see through the crack. Mr. Jones stood addressing a group of fifteen other men sitting around a large table. Mr. Witherspoon walked around behind them and stood next to another figure. The ubiquitous Miss Lee. He gave a thumbs up sign to Mr. Jones who nodded slightly as he droned on.

Hilary and I sat on a couple of chairs just behind the partition only half listening until three words captured my attention. Save the Pines. From then on I listened intently.

"...a two hundred million dollar project was delayed for two years by some NIMBYs. For those of you unfamiliar with this term it refers to middle class do gooders who want everything as long as it's Not In My Back Yard. We tried to buy them off, we tried to scare them off. In desperation we even resorted to the courts but with all the liberal judges on the bench nowadays that was never going to work." Mr. Jones paused as a murmur of agreement went around the group before continuing.

"We know these groups are held together by a few key individuals. Without their leadership the rest would fold and accept the meager incentives we throw their way. In my experience there is always a way to get these recalcitrants to see the error of their ways. I'm sure you all saw the press conference held last week where the leader of the Save the Pines group withdrew her objections. After two weeks in my employment she has become a valuable member of the team as I'm sure you will soon see."

Mr. Jones nodded to Mr. Witherspoon and he opened the partition. Hilary and I stood as all the heads in the room turned towards us. 

"Gentlemen, I present to you, Mrs. White and her daughter Hilary." There was a smattering of applause and excited whispers. "Come in ladies and join me up here."

Hillary led the way and I followed reluctantly. She stood at the front beaming towards the audience of dirty old men before doing a twirl that caused her short skirt to float up exposing her G-string. Mr. Jones moved behind her. His big hands appeared either side of her and started mauling her breasts before one dropped between her legs and cupped her sex. Hilary squealed in excitement as the audience leered at her debasement and my embarrassment. 

"Hilary is one of the most enthusiastic ass sluts I've ever trained." Mr. Jones continued as he ripped off Hilary's shirt. "And her mother, while willful, now knows her place. Which is wherever and whenever I desire it to be."

Mr. Jones now had Hilary down to her lacy underwear. He pointed to the lectern and Hilary knelt down in an alcove behind it. Mr. Jones went back to his notes. A hush descended over the room which was only disturbed by the sound of his zipper being lower and a strangled sigh as Hilary took his member into her mouth. I remained standing at the front. The men in front of me gazed at me intently, undressing me with their eyes. My nipples hardened and I felt myself getting aroused by the highly charged atmosphere. My head was spinning and I wondered what had been in the drink I'd just consumed. I tried to focus on Mr. Jones words to distract my mind from contemplating what was about to happen.

"..so in the past twelve months my team has put together an impressive network of people willing to act on our behalf in local, state and federal planning departments. As well as any number of politicians whose election campaigns were funded by the money you contributed to the cause. 

We are now ready to return the power to you. The men who should be running the country. Together, my friends, we can now do whatever the fuck we want."

The audience applauded loudly, cheering Mr. Jones until he held up his hands indicating he wanted their silence again. 

"I think that's enough talking for now. I can see you are all eager, as I am, to get to the entertainment." He waved his hand in my direction. "Gentlemen, let the fucking begin!" 

I was immediately surrounded by four men. One kissed me hard on the lips while the others pulled at my clothes, exposing my breasts, pussy and ass to their touch. I was lifted off my feet and taken to one of the tables. They lay me on it so my ass sat on one edge and my head hung over the other. Two hard cocks appeared in front of my mouth and as I had done for the last two weeks I automatically opened my mouth and sucked on one then the other. 

Many hands still played with my tits and pussy, fingers pushed up inside me coaxing out my lubrication. I could see out of the corner of my eye Hilary in a similar position. Two cocks fought for her mouth while others stood around feeling her up. Mr. Jones was between her legs fucking her. I realized my submission was complete when I felt a pang of jealousy that I didn't have his big cock in my ass. My brief moment of self-discovery was interrupted by the cock that was in my mouth erupting.

"Oooooh yes! Suck it slut." An anonymous voice cried. 

I swallowed it all before turning to the other dick rubbing against my cheek. I groaned as a cock finally entered my pussy. It wasn't big but it was hitting the spot and I worked my hips to try and get it deeper. I was in a sexual frenzy. My sexual desires for so long repressed by society's conventions exploded. A cock in each hand, one in my cunt and two taking turns at my mouth. The snide commentary from my attackers that should have disgusted me only spurred me on. 

"What a fucking slut... Fuck the bitch... Cum you whore... Suck it..."

My first orgasm was quickly followed by another and still the cocks kept fucking me. Unsatisfied with the inability to use all my holes I was roughly pulled off the table. One old guy laid on the floor his cock standing straight up. Two others lowered me down and he slammed his cock up into my dripping pussy. Next they pushed me forward and someone else knelt behind me pressing his dick into my puckered hole. Fresh dicks appeared in front of my face and I attacked them like the hungry whore I'd become. 

Suddenly every light in the room came on. Through the fog of my sexual excitement I heard raised voices and shouted orders. To my frustration the cocks that had been giving me so much pleasure disappeared. I was hauled off the guy I was riding and covered in a rough blanket. When I finally was able to focus on the events happening around me I saw men and women in blue jackets with large letters on them, FBI.

Mr. Jones was still half naked yelling and telling them to get out or he'd have their jobs. Another semi-naked man was trying to subdue him as well as telling to stop talking. I assumed he was his attorney. The agent in charge approached the pair holding up a sheet of paper. 

"Mr. Jones?" A very feminine voice asked from under the cap and padded coat.

"Well hello there dear," Mr. Jones replied with a smug snake like grin.

"You're under arrest."

"No my dear I'm not. Do you know who you're talking too? I've spent weekends at Camp David with the president." All Mr. Jones false charm was back. He felt he was in control. His fellow businessmen shook themselves free of the other agents. 

"In fact I can pretty much guarantee that you will not have a job by five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You and all the other pencil-headed dickwads in puffy jackets in this room." Mr. Jones continued waving his arm around gesturing at each of the agents before zeroing back in on the lady in front of him. "You'll regret you ever stormed through that door especially when you are bent over my desk with my cock in your ass!" 

"For Christ sake Tony shut up!" The lawyer standing beside him said. 

The lady agent turned to one of her colleagues. "I think we can add threatening a federal agent to the list." The lady laughed halfheartedly before she turned her focus back to the men in front of her. "As I was saying Mr. Jones, you are under arrest for criminal conspiracy, bribery, blackmail, and sexual harassment. You have the right to remain silent..."

"Shut up bitch!" Mr. Jones's calmness disappeared and he lunged toward her but was restrained by his lawyer. "You're fucked! You are right royally fucked! One phone call and I will have you out on the street!" 

Spittle flew from his mouth as his face turned red and he continued to try and get his hands on her. It was made all the more comical because of his now limp dick flopping about in the struggle.

She held the paper up in front of him again. "I think you should check who counter-signed these warrants." Mr. Jones stopped struggling and peered at the paper. "The commander in chief as well as the attorney general." She added for the benefit of everybody else in the room. 

"Well there fucked too. Our money helped put them in there and it will kick them out just as fast. They're not lame ducks they're dead ducks." Mr. Jones spat. 

The lady stepped back and lifted her hand to her mouth and spoke but not to anyone in the room.

"Did you get that?" She paused and listened through her earpiece. "Okay he's all yours."

Four more men entered the room. They had no identifying insignia but they strode purposefully up to where Mr. Jones was standing. The FBI agents stepped away and Mr. Jones was once again unsure.

"Who are you? The men in blac..." He never finished the sentence.

One of the newcomers fired a Taser and he hit the floor hard. Another quickly placed a black sack over his head and then they dragged him out the doors. Everybody was stunned. Eventually his lawyer came to his senses.

"You can't do that. He has rights. We have constitutional rights." 

"Have you heard of the Patriot Act? He just threatened the President of the United States of America in front of twelve sworn agents."

"That will never stick. It will be thrown out of court." 

"It's got to get to court first. I think he'll be holidaying in Guantanamo Bay for a while before you do that." She turned to the other conspirators. "Anyone want to join him?"

They all looked at each other before one held his hands out to the nearest agent offering them to be handcuffed. Others dropped their heads and followed his lead. One reached for his pants but the agent in charge quickly stopped him.

"No fucking way. You walk out there as you are and I've got all the national networks outside so the nation can see your sorry asses."

Two years later. (Hilary.)

I sat in the waiting room. There was no one else there, they always scheduled it that way. Even after two years the infamy wouldn't go away. At first it had been kept quiet. The FBI had done their best but after three weeks Mr. Jones was out on bail. The threat to the President was thrown out of court but the other charges still stood. 

Within twenty four hours the videos of me and my mother were leaked online. The media camped in our doorstep and life became unbearable. The prosecutor filed a contempt motion but they couldn't find the proof to link Mr. Jones to the internet release. Once it was in the public domain it couldn't be retrieved. The FBI offered to move us to another location and change our identities but mum wouldn't go.

"I fought for this place. I'm not leaving it." She said.

The public attention moved on pretty quickly but it wasn't the same with our friends. Even our extended family had trouble with what we'd been forced to do. I took the year off college and dad just took off. The trials started six months later and we were prisoners of our past again. The rest of Mr. Jones conspirators turned on him. They gave evidence in return for not doing jail time. As with a lot of corporate criminals Mr. Jones suddenly developed severe health problems including depression and memory loss. 

He got five years prison but only served six months. Indeed many of the people he had bribed to receive favorable planning approvals did more actual time. Yes, he lost his job but unlike some of the local politicians and councilors he and his cohorts had a large bank account to fall back on or family money.

It was all starting to settle down again when mum got a book deal. I didn't know she could write and laughed when I first heard it. She typed away for three months and with the help of an editor got it to the publishing stage. There were some legal wrangles but once certain passages and been changed it was released. 




Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave Pt. 02



I thought it would quickly vanish into the bargain bins at book stores but it charged to the top of the best sellers list in two weeks. The combination of sex, crime and famous people was irresistible. Six months later it's still in the top five and is being rushed into world wide release. There goes my fantasy of moving to New Zealand and living an anonymous life.

Still it did bring in some money which we badly needed to cover living and medical expenses. I'd had to have a termination soon after the FBI intervened. I wanted to keep the baby but mother said no. 

"You're too young. It will ruin your life." 

She kept her pregnancy secret until it was too late. That's the main reason Dad left. So now I had a baby half-brother. He was black so there was no doubt who the father was. It only added further to speculation and our vilification by some media outlets. Mum just didn't seem to care. She was proud of saving the pines, proud of her new child, proud of her book. She'd just finished a two week book promotion tour crisscrossing the country. 

I tried to keep it together. It was hard. I found myself dreaming of getting fucked by big dicks a lot. After I got caught by mum sucking the building supervisors cock when he came to check on the air conditioning she put me into therapy. That's why I was in this waiting room. The old hag always kept me waiting. I was sure she had a camera pointed into this room somewhere and she would wait until I was just about to give up and leave before inviting me in. 

I flicked on the television on the wall near the receptionists desk. I immediately regretted it.

"After the break, the woman whose story has been topping the best sellers lists around the world. We are only half way through this year but it could prove to be the biggest selling book of the year. That's right, Mrs. Jennifer White will be joining us. We will be right back."

I waited through the myriad of advertisements for junk food and women's sanitary products. Soon enough the smiling face of the presenter reappeared and she rehashed her previous introduction before they rolled the tape on a previously recorded interview. The first time I'd seen mum on television I have to admit to being a little bit thrilled. Now I dreaded the continued invasion of our lives. The door to the doctor's office opened and the old battleaxe appeared. I was already on my way out the door.

"Where are you going?" She demanded.

"As far away from here as possible!" I yelled over my shoulder.

I sat in the front seat of my car for a moment contemplating going back to the doctor's office. In the end I thought fuck it, I really need to get laid and I knew just where to go to get me a fix. I got to the freeway and joined the line of traffic heading for the south side. I knew I could get what I wanted there.

I tucked into the slow lane and fought to keep my pulse rate under control. Cars flashed past beside me in a continuous blur until one caught my attention. An old beaten up Prius. Just the thing for an environmentally concerned citizen. I knew the number plate by heart. What was mum doing driving south?

Taking advantage of a break I sped up and joined the faster cars about five behind the Prius. I followed always keeping a few cars in-between us. My car would be just as recognizable to her. The indicator on her car flashed and she moved to get into the exit lane. The sign said Fortitude Valley. That was its formal name but there were many others. Happy Valley or the Badlands, it all depended on your point of view. I slowed and followed with one car between us. 

Off the freeway you first go through a small industrial area before the neon signs begin. Bars, strip joints, tattoo parlors and other seedy establishments lined both sides of the road. Mum kept going through the main part of the strip before turning just before the end into a dodgy motel, The Blue Moon. It was an old style two level place. Cars parked out the front facing the row of downstairs doors. Flights of stairs at either end climbed to the next level where a metal grille obscured the room's entrances. At the southern end a transportable building served as a reception. It stood in front of the burnt out building it must have replaced. I pulled in a little further down the street and quickly swiveled in my seat to see what mum was doing. 

She was out of her car walking briskly towards the reception. An oversized coat with the collar turned up and a floppy hat disguised her appearance to the casual observer but not to her daughter. After retrieving a key or a room number she hurried up the stairs. 

Damn, I thought. I was left with the choice of going upstairs myself or waiting around until she came out. I looked around. It was late afternoon but the Valley was only just waking up after the previous night's excesses. When I started this journey I'd intended going to sports bar at the beginning of the street. It was always full of college guys skipping classes to drink and ogle the waitresses in skimpy outfits. I knew from experience that I could hook up there in five minutes. 

I was now in the seedy end of the south side. Shadowy figures inhabited the dark corners. Hookers ventured out to show their wares if a car slowed down. A young boy on a pushbike pedaled backwards and forwards between a fortified doorway and the cars that parked briefly near a bus shelter. 

It wasn't a place for a young twenty year old girl from the better side of the tracks to stay and watch. I got out and retrieved my own coat from the back seat. Following my mother's example I flicked up the collar and hunched down inside it. The cold wind whipped around my legs. I regretted the coat was short and my skirt was shorter. Great for picking up guys, not for being a private investigator in the badlands.

Picking my way through the abandoned condoms and syringes I hustled to the reception. Sliding back the glass door I was assaulted by the smell of stale sweat and alcohol. A small rat faced man sat with his legs up on the counter watching porn on a small television. Behind him a sign advertised the price of the rooms for the night, the hour and for ten minutes. It confirmed what I'd suspected about the place. He looked up nonchalantly and then seeing me scrambled to turn off the television. 

"Can I help you miss?" He inquired as he patted down the few remains hairs on his head. 

"I want to know what room the woman is in that just came in here." 

He regarded me suspiciously for a moment before a slimy smile played across his lips.

"You do know that it's against the law to tell you that information."

I didn't know if that was true so I tried for sympathy. 

"She's my mum; I have to get something off her. It's urgent." I pleaded.

"Sorry, my hands are tied." He held them in the air miming that he was hand cuffed. 

I hesitated, unsure what to do next.

"However," Rat face continued, "if you were to rent a room I may be able to make sure you are next door."

Money, the universal language. 

"Alright," I grumbled, opening my purse and pulling out a twenty dollar note for the ten minute hire.

"Sorry miss. The ten minute rent is only for the regulars. It will be fifty five dollars please." He held out his sweaty palm. 

I handed over the money and received the key to room 22. As I walked up the stairs I wondered what I was going to do when I got to the room. Did I knock on my mother's door and demand an explain action? As I got closer I soon realized the thin walls meant it wouldn't be necessary. 

The sound of a large hand slapping what I assumed was my mother's buttocks could be clearly heard. A familiar voice berated his white slut.

"I'm going to fuck another black baby into you." Mr. Witherspoon muffled voice called.

"Yes, yes, fuck me please." My mother pleaded. 

So my hypocritical mother was hooked on the very thing I was supposed to give up. 

I backtracked, intent on returning the key and getting to the sports bar to get my fix. Before I got to the bottom of the stairs two large figures appeared blocking my path. When I tried to go around or between them they blocked my path. I retreated and they moved up until the feeble light lit the faces.

"Hey little lady, where are you rushing too?" The thick set black man on the left said.

"I've got to meet somebody," I replied as I tried unsuccessfully to push past his friend.

"Easy Hilary, we're not going to hurt you." The tall thin white guy said as I twisted from his grasp. 

"How do you know my name?" I gasped retreating further up the stairs.

"We've seen the bosses' copies of your training." He said and the both laughed.

"Your boss?" 

"I think you know him as Mr. Witherspoon."

"Nooo..." 

I struggled as they grabbed me and began taking back to the top of the stairs.

"Easy girl, we know what you want and it would be a shame to waste the room you paid for." The black man said.

I continued to struggle but as I did I felt myself getting wet. The stranger's hands grabbed at my breasts and cunt getting me hotter. I was going to get fucked like a common tramp, but I know now that's exactly what I was.



Save a Tree Become a Sex Slave



Finally their conversation ended and he asked, "Are you ready to begin your training Mrs. White?"

I tried one last time to convince him to change his mind. Taking his cock out of mouth, and stretching my jaw, I replied, "Please, Mr. Jones, I promise I will never be a bother again."

"Oh trust me, that I believe," he chuckled, rolling his chair back. "Now bend over the desk like your daughter did."

I reluctantly crawled out from under the desk, petrified of what he planned next. Yet, knowing I had no choice if I was to protect my daughter and my past, I obeyed the order surprised how cold the desk was on my breasts and belly.

"You really have a nice ass," he complimented, as the letch squeezed my pantyhose-clad ass. His touch sent a chill up my spine against my will and triggered an undeniable wetness down below.

Suddenly, I felt my pantyhose ripped apart. "The thong was a nice touch, Mrs. White, were you anticipating becoming my little fuck-toy?"

"God, no," I answered.

"I don't know," he responded smugly, his finger gentle touching my wet vagina. "Your cunt is pretty wet. Did you like watching me fuck your daughter's ass?"

"What? N-n-no," I stammered, distracted by his finger teasing my vaginal lips.

"I think you did," he quipped back, his finger parting my pussy lips.

"Please, stop," I protested, knowing that for whatever despicable reason by body was betraying me.

He laughed, as he reached for the bottle of lube on the table. "Your determination isn't as strong anymore is it?"

I realized then that he planned to fuck my ass and not my vagina. I stammered, "N-n-not my ass."

He laughed again, "This isn't a negotiation, slut."

Being called a slut was another slap in the face. I have not fucked or sucked another man in twenty years. "I am not a slut," I snapped back, as I felt lube on my ass cheeks.

"You're my slut," he countered, as he coated his cock with lube as well.

Suddenly desperate to avoid being sodomized, yet knowing I wasn't getting out of here without getting used by him, I begged, "My pussy, fuck my pussy."

"Pardon," he asked, surprised by my sudden shift of attitude.

"I want you inside my pussy," I said, trying to be seductive.

"You do, do you?" he asked, seemingly falling for my sudden shift in attitude.

"God, yes, I want your big cock in my cunt," I said, really trying to lay it on.

"Is my cock bigger than your husbands?" he asked.

I didn't have to lie when I said, "Yes, you are much bigger."

He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips and I moaned, thinking I had avoided being sodomized.

"Tell me what you want slut," he ordered, before adding, "and be believable."

"Oh God, sir, I want your big cock slamming into my hungry cunt, pounding me from behind deep and hard, make me your little fuck puppet," I said, the words so ludicrous, and yet somehow getting me hornier.

"You are such a slut, Mrs. White," he said, his cock slipping between my pussy lips.

"Aaaah, yes sir, I am your slut," I replied, his cock teasing me and turning me into something I wasn't.

"But you know something," he said, his cock so close to entering me.

"Whaaaaaat?" I whimpered, my need to be fucked beginning to control me.

"The only cunt I fuck is my wife's," he said, moving his cock away from my pussy and in one hard thrust penetrating my ass.

"Nooooo, fuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed as my ass was literally on fire.

"You see," he explained, his cock buried deep in my ass, "I like to take what most women won't give, their ass. Taking something they never imagined ever giving is the ultimate thrill. Plus, most sluts like you, women who pretend to be so righteous and moral, are often the biggest fuck sluts, cum buckets and ass whores out there."

"That is fucking stupid," I got out through clenched teeth, the pain burning through every pore of my being.

"Do you recognize my secretary Mrs. Quill at all?" he asked, slowly moving his cock out and then slamming it back inside my on fire ass.

"Fuuuuuck," I screamed, a new searing pain hitting me as he slammed deeper into me than I thought humanly possible.

"Answer the question, slut," he ordered.

"She looks vaguely familiar," I barely was able to sputter out, the pain inside tearing me apart. 

"She should, she must have come up during some of your research on my company," he said. "Vanessa Quill, wife of Reverend Quill."

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "That is Vanessa Quill?" 

"In the flesh," he chuckled, implying she too had been put in her place.

Vanessa Quill had led a major protest against his company a couple years ago a few hours away and yet they ended up settling out of court. I had called her home and left messages a few times to find out more about her protest and cause but she never returned my calls. "I can't believe it."

"Everyone succumbs to my charm eventually, most I can buy off, but sometimes with women so morally uptight like Vanessa and yourself I have to get creative," he explained, as he began slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my ass.

I whispered, almost to myself, "I can't believe it."

Although the pain was still intense, his slow movements helped me get accustomed to his cock in my ass. Over the next few silent minutes, the pain began to dissipate and much to my horror a subtle pleasure began to build in me. Like a small camp fire, starting with just kindling but eventually building into a wildfire of heat. My whimpers of pain had long since quit and had been replaced by soft moans of pleasure.

"You see my ass-slut, women like you are always the easiest to turn," he said, as his movements began to pick up. 

"Women like me?" I questioned annoyed, his talking reminding me of who was dominating me and instantly throwing water on the small flame.

"I don't like your tone, slut," he said. "You really are not a very quick learner, are you?"

"Just fucking get yourself off," I snapped back, sick of his pretentious attitude. He could blackmail me into having my body, but he wasn't going to get my mind.

He laughed, "You understand this is only the beginning."

"What, no?" I protested.

"I own you, I made that clear when I was pounding your daughter's back door," he said, slamming his body into mine.

"Fuuuuck," I whimpered, the pain back in a flash, but also a pleasure I tried to squelch.

Leaning towards his intercom, he pressed the button and asked, "Mrs. Quill, would you please come in here."

"Of course, sir," she replied

"I think you need to understand more your new reality," he said, as he began quickly and firmly thrusting in and out of my ass.

Mrs. Quill entered and seeing me bent over the desk smiled.

"Did you like your new pussy pleasing pet, Mrs. Quill?" he asked.

"Very much, although she needs lots of practice," she answered, never taking her eyes and smile off of me.

"Well, she is yours to train both work-wise and play-wise, I have hired her to work after school and weekends," he said.

"Y-y-you are making my daughter work for you?" I asked, this somehow even more depraved then making her a sex slave.

"Yes, keep your friends close and your enemies even closer I always say," he chuckled, continuing to thrust his cock in and out of my ass.

"Fuck you are one sick bastard," I snapped, so frustrated by my predicament and his smugness. 

"I'll take that as a compliment," he countered, before instructing, "Mrs. Quill get under the desk and lick our new slut's cunt."

"Of course, sir," the Reverend wife, now a submissive secretary, obeyed, walking towards me and crawling under the desk.

I couldn't believe what was happening and let out a loud moan when her lips went directly to my clit. "You like that," he chuckled. 

"Nooo," I whimpered, as the intensity of her lips on my clit somehow made his cock in my ass feel better.

"Get used to it, Mrs. White. After I shoot my load in your ass, after you cum like a cheap slut all over Mrs. Quill's face you will become my new secretary, after the press conference of course," he said.

"W-w-what press conference," I questioned, my world falling apart.

"The one where you announce you are rescinding the injunction against our company before coming up to my office where you will begin your tenure as my full-service secretary," he informed me.

His cock slamming in my ass, the lips on my pussy had my head spinning and only partially hearing his evil plans.

"Dammiiiiit," I whimpered, his cock feeling undeniably good in my ass now, the double sensation bringing me a pleasure I never had experienced before.

"My slut is getting close to coming," he purred, before ordering, "bounce back on my cock slut, get yourself off riding my cock in your ass, Mrs. White."

Before my mind could react, my body betrayed me again as I obeyed his order. "Shiiiit," I moaned, both from the pleasure and the accidental obedience.

"That's it slut, come my whore, come on my big cock," he demanded, his breathing getting heavier too.

After a few seconds, I screamed, "Fuuuuuuuck," as my orgasm hit me like none I had ever felt before. I got lightheaded, my fingers numbed and my body trembled uncontrollably as I continued bouncing on his cock while spraying my cum all over Mrs. Quill's face. 

"Keep coming, my slut," he ordered, "work for my cum."

In another world, I continued to obey, suddenly wanting to feel his cum inside me, wanting to get him off. 

A minute later I heard him grunt and felt my ass filled with cum. I slowed down and just continued to milk his cock with my ass until he pulled out.

"Well Mrs. White, that was fun," he said, pulling his pants back up.

"Can I go?" I asked, desperate to get out of there, my body controlling me.

"You should probably freshen up, your press conference is in twenty minutes," he said.

"You can't be serious?" I asked, his cum beginning to leak out of my ass.

"As I mentioned before, I am not much of a kidder," he shrugged.

Looking down at a cum-covered Mrs. Quill, he said, "And Mrs. Quill, you are moving up the ladder. The next two weeks you will train the White girls on their job, both the actual job and the many fringe benefits they will be offering to our employees and clients."

Getting off her knees, her face shiny with my cum, she said, "Thank you sir."

"Mrs. White, you will obey every order any employee here asks of you. You will suck cock, eat pussy, allow all three of your holes to be used, is that clear?" he explained.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, my brain trying to find a way out of this.

"Of course," he laughed, "you can allow the videos to go viral and let the cards fall where they may."

"You really are a bastard," I said, glaring at him.

"Thank you," he said, taking it as a compliment. "Mrs. Quill once Mrs. White and I are done at the news conference, please take our new employee to Mr. Witherspoon, I think she will be a great bonus for all he has done of late, plus it is obvious Mrs. White fantasizes about big black cock."

"Of course," Mrs. Quill agreed. Looking at me, she added, "His cock is ten inches slut."

I gasped. I couldn't fathom a cock that big. Again, my body betrayed me as my pussy began to get wet thinking of having a big black cock in me.

Reading my mind, Mr. Jones said, "I guess I have awakened your inner slut haven't I?"

When I didn't say anything, he said, "Answer me now slut or I will have a couple employees come shoot their loads over your face before you go to the press conference."

Defeated, I answered, "I am not a slut."

"You came from riding my cock in your ass," he pointed out. "What else would you call that?"

"Blackmail," I answered.

"I forced you to bend over the table, I slid my cock inside your ass, but I sure didn't make you come," he laughed, "That my slut was all you. Now go get ready, you look like a cheap whore who just got fucked in the ass."

He walked out of his office and Mrs. Quill took my hand and said, "Come with me, my new pet."

"Ok," I answered dazed.

"And call me Mistress," she added.

THE END