6 comments/ 119205 views/ 27 favorites Brenda Loses Control Ch. 01 By: koala011860091 This story is totally fictional, but Brenda is real. She wrote to me after reading "Heidi's Diary" wishing that Justine could do those things to her. Who was I to argue? The tone of the story and many of the things that happen are her requests. The panties in particular were her idea, stemming from a photo she sent me. Please comment on the story, it will turn her on knowing that people are reading about her humiliation. Also this story is a bit more open ended, so comments and messages will help us to decide where to take it next. Koala -- Brenda was seriously pissed as she walked out of her boss' office. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so angry. She had worked so hard to reach her position in the company, to be part of management, and now to have it all be put at risk by those bimbos! She had just been reamed out by her boss about how the support staff she managed weren't "team players" and weren't getting the job done for the people they support. Aside the fact that her boss was an ignorant twit who spoke in non-stop jargon, being told that unless her people "stepped up and got engaged" she would lose her management position infuriated her. It wasn't her fault that the women the company saddled her with were lazy sluts, she was doing the best with what she had. Brenda needed a plan. As she got back to her desk she tried to consider what her options were. She decided she needed to do something drastic to make sure that they got it, that they realized they needed to do what she told them, and stop just hanging around and flirting with all the guys. They had to follow direction and get something done. She walked back to the area where her people sat, and announced that they would have an emergency meeting in ten minutes. The four women looked at her, completely unconcerned, and they even rolled their eyes at each other. Brenda fumed, thinking about how they didn't take this seriously. As she walked to her office, she thought to herself it was like they were schoolchildren! Then it hit her. That was it. If they wanted to behave like school children, spending all day gossiping and flirting, and not focusing on their work, then she would treat them like school kids. They would have to stay late, like they were in detention. Brenda smiled to herself at how clever she was. This would show the bitches who was the boss. A few minutes later, they were all in the small conference room as Brenda made her announcement. "The performance of the four of you has been absolutely abysmal. You have had no urgency, no sense of customer service, and no dedication to our company. You behave like you are all in high school, and I've decided if you want to behave that way, that's the way I will treat you. Therefore, this evening you will be in detention, just like when you were bad in school. You are all required to be here from 6 to 8 this evening for a mandatory meeting. This detention is punishment for your behavior, and they will continue until your performance improves. Am I clear?" "Not really," Justine calmly disagreed, "What exactly are you thinking, and why would we come?" Brenda's newest employee smiled at her, the model of politeness. Brenda stared at the young woman. Justine had only been at the company about one month, but something about her made Brenda very uneasy. The way she would look at Brenda like she owned her. Brenda was always trying to project an aura of control, but whenever this pretty young girl, with her unnatural self confidence looked at her, Brenda felt awkward and stupid. If Justine held her gaze, Brenda was always the one who looked away. Even worse, the more time she spent with the Justine, the more she noticed that the whole experience left her turned on. Somehow the thought of this young woman being so dominant would make her wet. But this was not the time, she needed to take charge and save her job. Brenda did her best to reassert herself. "This is a mandatory meeting Justine," she said coldly, "failure to attend will result in dismissal. Am I clear?" Justine's expression didn't change, and so Brenda repeated herself. "Am... I... clear?" "Actually, I think this could be interestng," Justine smiled mysteriously. Brenda was concerned, but at least Justine had agreed. Next, Brenda stared at Ling, the lithe oriental girl's normal bored look was replace by one of mild interest once Justine had agreed. She grunted that she would be here. Next Brenda looked to Maria. It didn't take long. "Okay, I'll be here too," Maria answered. The curvy Latina was actually a little older than Brenda's 31 years, but Brenda knew she was just a follower. Once Justine and Ling had said they would come, Maria was a foregone conclusion. That left her intern, Katie. Brenda almost felt sorry for her, since she was only nineteen. That said, she had clearly fallen in with the wrong crowd, and rather than follow Brenda as a role model as she should have, she seemed to be following Justine's lead in everything. That decision alone ensured Brenda didn't feel that sorry for her. That combined with the way Katie liked to dress in a way showed off her large breasts and curvy young figure. It wasn't that Brenda was insecure about her boyish figure and small A cup breasts, but it annoyed her when women acted like all they needed was curvy hips and big boobs to get ahead. "I'll be there too," Katie said quietly after Brenda had stared at her for a few seconds. "Well, there may be hope for you all yet," Brenda concluded. "It's 4:15 now, I will see you here promptly at 6:00. I expect all of you to keep working. I need to go run some errands, I will be back to supervise your detention." With that, the meeting ended. Brenda didn't really need to run any errands, but she thought that by doing something they could not it would reinforce that they were being punished. When Brenda returned at 6:00 the office was empty except for her and the four women. She told them all to go to a large conference room. She grabbed some reading material, walked into the conference room, and told them how detention would work. "All of you will now spend the next two hours in silent contemplation of how you need to focus your energy and redouble your efforts to do better for the company. I want you to think about how you will work more closely with me to maximize your potential and energize what we do. You will not read, text message, surf, talk or do anything else. This will be..." "I don't think so," Justine interrupted her calmly as she stood up, "we have some different plans." Justine stepped towards her, and the others stood out of their seats. "Huh? Wha... sit back down, you need to sit..." Brenda started to sputter as Justine stepped right up to her, standing less than a foot away from her boss. The young woman was just a little taller than her boss, but it was enough to reinforce Brenda's feelings of insecurity. Justine was calmly holing her gaze, which Brenda finally had to break. She looked down at Justine's feet rather than keep her gaze. Annoyingly, that little act of submission to the younger woman caused her to get a squishy feeling between her legs. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way Brenda," Justine continued in a matter-of-fact tone, "but we are definitely going to do this our way. We are not putting up with your stuck-up attitude, and your bullshit management babble any more. We are going to teach you the lesson." "I am your boss," Brenda tried but to say with conviction, but it came out more as panicked. "You have to do what I tell you." Ling had come to stand right by her right side, and Maria was on her right. The three of them were crowding her, and she found herself backing to the wall. "No," Justine had a wry smile as she corrected Brenda, "tonight, you are going to do what we want you to do. EVERYTHING we want you to do." "What?!? Why would I do that?" Brenda's voice unfortunately was more of a squeak than a projection of authority. "No more questions!" Justine said sharply, and she brought her hands up and she poked the tips of her fingers into Brenda's breasts, using her fingers to push Brenda firmly all the way to the wall. It wasn't really painful, but the violation of Justine pushing on her boss in such an intimate way shocked Brenda speechless. She started to raise her hands to cover her boobs, but Maria and Ling grabbed her wrists, holding them down at her sides. Before Brenda could do anything, Justine grabbed the front of Brenda's pastel orange sundress, and pulled down roughly. The dress left her shoulders bare and had two wide straps that came across and buttoned to the front of the dress. With Justine's yank, the two buttons went flying, and the dress bunched at her waist. Brenda shrieked, and tried to cover herself, but Ling and Maria held her hands. They surprised her by how strong they were as she struggled. Suddenly Justine's had shot out and slapped her across the cheek. Not very hard, but it made a loud noise and stopped Brenda short. "Stop struggling," the young woman hissed at her boss. Brenda's emotions were in a spiral. Part of her wanted to scream at them and fight back. But Justine's physical presence and confidence brought out every insecurity and fear that Brenda had, and she found herself beginning to cry. "Pl..puh..please, don't, " she whimpered as she stopped struggling and tears welled in her eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Justine said, "like I said, there's an easy way, and a hard way." As she said "hard way" Katie handed her a pair of scissors. "Ohmygod...no..." Brenda said softly. Justine stuck finger under the padded cup that covered the older woman's left boob, pulled it out, and slipped the scissors underneath it. With one quick snip she cut the cup straight up the middle, causing it to fall to either side and expose her breast. "Wow Brenda, that cup had a lot of padding in it, huh?" Justine mocked her. Brenda was humiliated by her teasing. All of them, even Ling, had larger breasts than she did. Normally it she wouldn't let it bother her, but being exposed like this, it was humiliating. Even worse, she knew that she was getting turned on by the humiliation. What was wrong with her? The young woman quickly repeated the process on the other bra cup and cut the shoulder straps, throwing the useless remnants across the room. "So what are you, an A cup?" Brenda didn't say anything, and Justine grabbed both of her nipples, squeezing them so hard that Brenda gasped. "I asked you a question sweet-tits. When I ask you something, you answer. Am I clear?" The pressure on Brenda's nipples increased, and Justine twisted them, making them feel like they were on fire. "Yes..aah... you're clear... they are an.. oww... an A cup," Brenda stammered out. "Yes, MISTRESS," Justine squeezed even harder as she emphasized the mistress part. "OOWWOO.. yes Mistess," Brenda blurted out and was relieved that Justine let go of her breasts. Justine smug smile showed that she knew that Brenda was breaking. "Hmmm... tiny, but they are cute," Justine squeezed and rubbed her boss' tits. "I like the pointy nipples. Now, let's see what else you have under that dress." Suddenly Brenda panicked. She remembered what panties she had worn. She couldn't let them see those! "No please, don't do that, pl-OWWW." Justine had grabbed her nipples again, and was pulling up on them hard enough to get her on her tiptoes. "You forgot to call me Mistress," the younger woman said quietly. "Puh...please mistress, please let me keep muh-my dr-dress on," Brenda begged. Justine just smiled as she kept her hold on her boss' nipples. Ling and Maria moved in quickly and grabbed Brenda's dress. They pulled hard from each side, briefly jerking Breda from side to side. Finally, the seam next to zipper gave way, and the dress ripped right down the back. They kept pulling until the skirt split too, ripping all the way apart. Brenda wanted to do something to stop them, but Justine kept a hold on her nipples so she couldn't move. The tattered remnants of her dress dropped to the floor. "Nice underwear, boss," Justine laughed. Brenda was even more humiliated. This morning she realized she was a bit short on laundry, and she had put on an old pair of underwear, so worn that there were multiple holes in the panties. Brenda wasn't really even sure why she kept them around, but some part of her always kept her from throwing them away. Now the four women openly mocked her. "So are they so cheap that they don't even pay you enough to buy underwear girl? Look at those things, they might be older than Katie here," Justine said cruelly, "they barely even cover you down here." Justine rubbed her fingers along the front of the panties, and then down in between her legs. Brenda was horrified to hear a moan escape her lips as Justine's fingers brushed over her clit. "What's this? You're moaning, and I think these panties are a little wet. Are you turned on? Are you some kind of pervert?" She kept rubbing Brenda's pussy through the panties as she talked, causing the older woman's hips to gyrate. "No... AAHHH... no Mistress," Ling had squeezed her boss' tit hard to remind her to say mistress. "I think you're lying, let's check." Justine grabbed both hips on her old panties, got a good grip, and pulled up hard. Brenda screamed briefly as the fabric dug into her pussy and she was actually lifted off the ground. Her old panties only held for a second though, and they started to shred, dropping her back to the floor. Justine kept pulling, tearing the fabric, and sliding it through Brenda's sex until it finally came apart and she was left naked. "That was a lot of screaming, maybe this will stop that. Open your mouth," Justine commanded. Brenda shook her head, afraid of what might happen. Ling's hand let go of her breast for a second, and then slapped it with a loud crack. Brenda cried out as Ling slapped her tit again. Justine used the opportunity to shove the older woman's tattered panties into her mouth, silencing her cries. Brenda gagged at the taste of her own underwear in her mouth. Justine had been right; they had a strong smell of her womanhood, plus an overtone of urine. She wanted to spit them out, but a stern look from Justine told her that would be a very bad idea. "So now, here's the deal. You're going to pose for some pictures for us, ones so dirty that you'll do anything to keep them private. That way, next time you want to be a bitch on wheels to us, you'll think twice. So now, sit on top of that desk." Brenda looked at her four employees in total confusion. Pictures, what were they talking about? When she didn't move, Ling and Maria started slapping her on her butt and around her breasts as they pulled her over to the desk. "Remember, there's an easy way, and a hard way," Justine laughed. Brenda stopped resisting, and sat on the desk. Ling slapped her thighs, telling her to spread them wide. Justine now had a camera in her hands. She snapped a photo of Brenda sitting on the desk, her legs spread wide. "Look at those lips! You're looking awfully turned on there girl. I think all this is getting to you." Justine snapped a couple more. Brenda shook her head no, and moaned into the panties, but that just made them all of them laugh at her. "Oh really," asked Ling as she rubbed her finger along Brenda's lips, "then how come you're all wet?" She held up a shiny finger, showing all of them how wet Brenda was. Brenda was horrified. She desperately wanted to show them that she was in control, that she wasn't turned on, but the wetness in her crotch, and on Ling's finger showed them all what she was. She had always had dark fantasies about others taking control, and now all of those repressed sexual urges were surfacing. "I'll give you one more chance slut, to tell us the truth," Justine threatened, "are you turned on?" Horrified, knowing how wet she was, Justine started to nod her head. It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. Sitting naked on a desk in front of all these women with her legs spread, her panties in her mouth, dripping wet, and all of them mocking her. Part of her wanted to cry, another part of her was starting to ache for an orgasm. "Good girl, now start playing with yourself," Justine instructed. Maria pushed Brenda's hand down to her crotch, and started Brenda masturbating. Almost by itself Brenda's hand began to rub her clit. Justine told her to spread her lips and look at the camera. The picture with her worn panties hanging from her mouth would be absolutely humiliating. Then they made her put her feet up on the desk, and then reach around her thighs to pull apart her sex, probably even showing her anus. The next set of photos had Brenda on hands and knees on the desk, peeking back at the camera as she spread her vagina lips. Then they made her stick a finger inside herself, slapping her thighs when she was slow to do it. "Okay, now reach up and stick that finger up your ass," Justine commanded, "your finger should be wet enough from being in your slut pussy." Brenda couldn't believe the depraved things they were doing to her, but every time she didn't move fast enough they slapped her thighs or flicked a finger across her sensitive nipples. She took her lubricated finger and pressed it against her asshole. A moan escaped from around her panties as she worked it in to the second knuckle. "Hey Justine," Ling laughed, "our boss likes it in the butt! That would make a great video." Brenda was disgusted by her behavior, but as she worked her finger in and out of her ass, she was turning herself on more and more. Finally Justine said she wanted something different. She had Brenda stand up, and told Maria to take her slacks off. Ling complained that it wasn't fair for Maria to go first, but Justine said that it was her turn. Stripped from the waist down, Maria sat on the desk, spreading her legs and showing her hairy pussy. She had a grin of anticipation on her face. Brenda knew that she was not going to like this. "Okay, let's get those panties out of there, but no more yelling, or I'll put them back or something worse," Justine pulled the underwear out of Brenda's mouth. Brenda didn't even want to think what might be worse. "Now, Maria has gotten all horny from watching that show, so I think it's only right that you get her off now. I want you to lick her pussy until she comes, okay? And I want you to hold your hair back and stick your tongue way out so I can get some good photos. I want to have some pictures to remember what a good cunt licker you are." Brenda shook her head. She had never done anything like this, much less in front of other people, and she did not want to start now. But the Ling and Katie were behind her, and they pulled her arms back and then started pushing their boss' face towards the Latina's crotch. Soon Brenda's face was right in Maria's crotch. Justine grabbed a nipple, pulling it cruelly and told her to start licking. Tears welling up in her eyes, Brenda stuck out her tongue, and started licking the folds of the older woman. Slowly she got into a rhythm, and she felt Justine's hand leave her tit. Maria held her head, and guided Brenda's face around her pussy, telling to lick for a while, then tongue fuck her, then go back to licking. Brenda could see in her peripheral vision that Justine had a video camera and was capturing the scene. Soon Brenda felt Maria pull her head in tight to the Latina's vagina, and heard Maria shout for her to lick for all she was worth. When she came, Maria clamped her thighs hard around Brenda's head, crushing her face into the older woman's twat. Brenda couldn't breathe, and for a few moments thought she might actually pass out. Soon Maria released her and Brenda stood up. The Latina's face was beaming from her orgasm. Brenda Loses Control Ch. 01 "She's not bad. Not as good as Katie or anything, but I think she could learn." Brenda stared at Katie, who looked down and blushed. What kind of depraved things were going on at the office that Maria knew how Katie was at cunnilingus? Brenda didn't get much time to ponder that, as she was pushed so she leaned over the desk. Ling untied her dress in back, and peeled it over her head. She removed her underwear, and soon her hard little body was naked. Brenda marveled at the pert boobs perched on a dancer's body. Brenda was envious of the way Ling looked. Ling picked up some kind of dildo with some straps on it. She stepped into the straps, and soon the dildo was sticking out from between her legs, like she was some horny guy. Brenda had heard about strap-ons before, but she had never seen one. The thing looked kind of funny, but when Ling said that she was going to fuck the shit out of her, it didn't seem so funny. Marian and Katie held her upper body down on the desk, and they reached back and spread her butt cheeks. Ling came up behind her and pressed the dildo against Brenda's pussy. "Holy shit, her cunt is soaking wet," Ling laughed, "she's so ready she might not even feel this." That certainly wasn't true. Ling pushed the dildo in with one thrust. Even in her aroused state, the pain made Brenda yelp. "Aahh... fuck... slow down... ouch.. you're going too fast." Ling didn't listen to her, she just grabbed Brenda's hips, and started fucking her like crazy. She laughed as Brenda's cries changed into moans. Once the fake penis was well lubricated, the feelings started to get to Brenda. Ling reached under Brenda, grabbed her hard nipples, and kept pounding the cock in an out of her. Soon, Brenda was getting close to orgasm. Just as she started to cum, Ling stopped and pulled out. "Oh God, no.. .don't stop... I'm almost there..." "Don't stop what," Justine teased her, "I don't understand you." "Don't stop, you know, fucking me..." Brenda was totally humiliated, but she needed this orgasm badly. "I'm not fucking you sweetie, you'll know when I'm doing it. Ling is. Why don't you beg her. Beg her to fuck your slutty pussy." "What?" "Beg Ling to fuck your slutty pussy! Do it now!" Justine slapped her ass hard. "Please Ling, fuck my slutty pussy, use that strap-on to fuck me." Brenda was totally defeated. She knew they were making a video, but she just didn't care. She couldn't remember ever being this horny. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but it was like she was in heat, and she just couldn't get enough. As Ling started to fuck her again, she moaned and cried out for to be fucked harder. Ling really got into it, reaching around again to hold Brenda by her nipples. The pain in her tits was no where near enough to hold Brenda back, and soon she had a screaming climax. The women didn't give her a chance to recover. They rolled her over so she was laying flat on her back on the desk. Maria and Ling started to play with her breasts, as Katie moved her head between her legs. As Katie started to lick and nipple on Brenda's pussy lips, Brenda realized what Maria was saying. Brenda had been eaten out by a number of guys, but this was unbelievable. Katie would alternate fast and slow, rough and gentle, making Brenda moan and buck her hips. Soon Katie slid a finger inside of Brenda, and then began working two in an out as she licked and nibbled Brenda's clit. Brenda cried out for Katie to keep finger fucking her. Suddenly she felt something cool dribbling around her cooch. She opened her eyes as Justine was squirting a small bottle of lube onto Katie's hand. "Just to make things a little easier," Justine said with a wicked smile. Katie continued to pump her two fingers in and out of Brenda's very slippery vagina. Then she added a third, and then a fourth. "Oh yeah, stick your hand into me. Fuck my slut pussy with your hand." Who was this woman that was saying these things? Brenda would never have said such a thing, but she was so turned on, she just wanted more. Soon she got her wish as Katie managed to get her thumb inside Brenda. Brenda screamed in ecstasy at how full she felt as Katie worked her hand in and out of her, pressing against the front of her boss' womb. The sensation was unlike anything Brenda had ever felt. She was had never had any luck finding her G spot, and was skeptical that she even had one, but Katie's hand deep inside her was stimulating her in way that had never happened before. She grabbed the desk tight and moved her hips in rhythm with Katie's hand, fucking the hand for all she was worth. By now she was all sweaty, and knew she must be a sight, but she just didn't care. She just kept telling Katie to keep fisting her, and worked her way up to her second orgasm. Brenda did not normally get two orgasms a night, but she felt herself getting close. "Oh God -- Katie, don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard with your fist! Fuck me harder! AAAAAGH!" Brenda screamed out as a giant orgasm washed over her. Her thighs snapped open and closed several times as the climax pulsed through her. Her world was spinning, and she vaguely noticed how empty she felt as Katie pulled her hand from her. As Brenda regained her senses, Justine was standing by her, stroking her hand along Brenda's ass. Brenda was curled up on her side on top of the desk. "That was quite a show there pet. You are quite the slut, aren't you." Brenda didn't know what to say. She had been acting like a wanton slut, but now that her brain started to kick in, she knew she was in big trouble. "So let me tell you a story. You came to us today, and told us that we all had to stay late tonight, or we would lose our jobs. When we got here, you stripped off all your clothes, and forced us to perform vile sexual acts for you. You even made your nineteen-year-old intern perform oral sex on you and then fist you. She will probably be scarred for life." "Huh, what are you talking about? You stripped me. You made me do those things." Brenda said weakly. "Oh, like anyone will believe that when they see the video of you screaming for Katie to fuck you," Justine brought her hand up to Brenda's nipple and grabbed it roughly, making Brenda moan. "Let me be clear bitch, you belong to us now. You are now are our little toy. You need to do everything we say, follow every instruction, or we will make sure the video gets out. You probably won't get arrested since Katie's an adult, but you'll never be in management again. Do you understand?" Brenda was flabbergasted, this was worse that anything she could have imagined. That video would be horrible. She wouldn't be able to show her face in public, much less get a job. She just couldn't let that video get out. Her mind raced trying to think of options, but Justine asked her if she understood again, twisting Brenda's nipple so cruelly she let out a small scream. "Yes, I understand," she gasped, not seeing any other options. "Yes Mistress!" Brenda didn't say anything for a second, but an explosion of pain in her nipple made it clear she needed to say something. "Yes, Mistress, I understand." "So you belong to us now?" "Yes Mistress" "Whose tits are these," Justine flicked her fingers across Brenda's tender nipples. "Yours, Mistress" "And whose pussy?" Her finger slipped inside Brenda's slit. "Yours, Mistress" "Whose ass?" There was a loud slap as Justine's hand smacked Brenda's butt. "Yours, Mistress" "And whose asshole?" Brenda moaned as Justine stuck a finger up her ass. There was a lot of lube around now, so it didn't hurt, but Brenda hadn't been prepared and it surprised her. "Yours, Mistress" "Excellent. I'm glad we understand each other. And if I want to play with this asshole," she twisted her finger inside Brenda's bowels, causing the older woman to moan, "I can do that any time I want, right?" "Yes Mistress," Brenda answered breathlessly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together pet. Well let's get you home. I want to make some adjustments to your wardrobe, and I still haven't had my chance to play with you. It's going be a long night honey" TO BE CONTINUED... Brenda Loses Control Ch. 02 Brenda moaned as Justine's finger popped out of her asshole. She felt like her body was one big jangle of nerves. It was almost impossible for her to get her head around the fact that four of the women who work for her had just raped her. Moreover, she was utterly humiliated that it had turned her on so much. The women had pushed her around, literally ripped and cut the clothing off her body, forced her to perform oral sex on one of them, and then invaded her with a strap-on and later a fist. Part of her felt violated and degraded. But the fact was that the assault had made her cum in a way that she had not orgasmed in years. It had been a couple years since her last boyfriend had left her, and she knew that she had a lot of sexual tension in her, but the mind-blowing orgasm she had while Katie was fisting her, it was beyond compare. How could being abused do that to her? What kind of person was she? Brenda's reverie was interrupted by a sharp pain in her nipple. Justine grabbed it and pulled it, forcing her to sit up and slide off the desk. Justine told he to stand there while she figured out something for her to wear. While Justine picked up the tattered remnant of Brenda's orange dress, Ling told her boss to start playing with herself. When Brenda didn't move fast enough, Ling slapped her butt cheek so hard it made Brenda yelp. She put her hand between her legs and began rubbing her tender clit. Brenda had never masturbated in front of anyone before, and the experience was humiliating, but she knew if she refused much worse things would happen. In spite of the humiliation and the discomfort of being so tender, soon she could feel her lube flowing and her pulse quickening. She'd already had two huge orgasms, how could she be turned on again? By this? Justine got her scissors out again, and went to work on the orange fabric. She cut a band of fabric off the bottom of the dress that was about 10 to 12 inches wide. She told Brenda to stop playing with herself, and she wrapped the band around her boss' hips like a skirt. She started just to the right of Brenda's bush, wrapped around her right hip, over her butt, around her left hip, and then across Brenda's front, finally covering her bush. The fabric was long enough that it overlapped for about six more inches along Brenda's right hip. Justine used two safety pins to hold the top of her new "skirt" right where it overlapped. Brenda almost laughed at the idea. From a distance this might look like a very (okay super) short miniskirt, but anyone looking at it closely would see it was just a scrap of fabric pinned together. It was so short that it barely covered her ass from behind, and she was sure that if she walked her cooch would be peeking into view. "No, please, get me some real clothes... Please don't make me wear this." A loud shriek leapt from Brenda's mouth as Justine reached under the skirt and grabbed onto Brenda's clit, along with a few pubic hairs. Justine pulled them hard, making Brenda wail. "You forgot to call me Mistress," she commented serenely, "and you seem to be forgetting whose pussy this is. If I want to show it off, it's mine to show off, right?" She pinched Brenda's clit so hard that the older woman saw stars. "Yuh...yes Mis..aggh..yes Mistress," Brenda stammered out and the pressure on Brenda's clit lessened. Justine told the older woman to go back to playing with her pussy while she worked on a top for her boss. As Benda continued to diddle her clit, Ling started playing roughly with her nipples. She squeezed and pulled them, twisted them and then flicked her fingers across them sharply, making Brenda moan as she fingered herself. Soon Justine was back, with a band of fabric only 4 inches wide. She wrapped that around Brenda's chest, and used two more safety pins in the back to hold it up. While it was better than being completely naked, it wasn't like Brenda could say she was really dressed. The dress frabric was thin, and her nipples poked out clearly, plus at only four inches wide the fabric just barely covered her boobs. The safety pins held it tight enough that it didn't fall down instantly, but it didn't feel very secure either. The skirt was just as bad, so short that either her butt crack would show from the top, or her cheeks would peek out the bottom, plus it was only pinned right at the top so it had a flap that could open to show her pussy. The outfit might not be out of place on a stripper, but no one else would wear one like it! "Come on pet," Justine said, "get your sandals back on and let's go get in your car." Ling and Maria had dressed again after playing with Brenda, and they all walked out of the office together. The evening air was cool, and Brenda shivered as the breezes played across her pubic hairs. Justine demanded her keys, and the two of them went and got in the older woman's car. Maria had to get home to her husband, saying that she was still horny and it was his lucky night. Ling and Katie followed in Ling's car. "Okay pet, let's play," Justine started in as she drove, "put your feet up on the dash and spread your legs. Perfect, now everyone can see your cute little bush. I like the way you keep it trimmed, even if it looks like we'll need to clean it up a bit. Now reach down there and pull your lips apart. Good, now get a finger in there. Great. Now start fucking yourself with your finger, and don't stop. Don't you dare stop fucking yourself until I tell you that you can. And no cumming either, you don't get to cum again until I tell you that you can." Brenda was horrified at what this cruel young woman was doing to her. She felt like crying as she pumped her middle finger in and out of herself, worrying with every car they passed that people would see what a depraved slut she was. The worst part was that it was turning her on, and she was actually worried that she might not be able to stop herself from orgasming. She slowed down a bit, but the thoughts of doing this in public, against her will kept her right at the edge. Soon they pulled into a supermarket lot, and Justine let her stop as she parked the car. Ling and Katie pulled in next to them, and Justine informed them all that Brenda was going to get some groceries. Justine made her get some paper out, and write down a list. One cucumber, two bottles of AstroGlide lubricant, some unlubricated condoms, and an enema kit. Brenda didn't even know what an enema kit was, but Justine informed her it would be near the condoms and the lube, and told her to get going. She told Brenda that they would all be in the store to watch her, but that she should not acknowledge them in any way, and that she should act like she was shopping alone. As Brenda got out of the car, it struck how utterly insane this was. She couldn't go into a grocery store just wearing these two small scraps of fabric. She wanted desperately to argue, but she knew how it would go. Justine would just get angry and in the end Brenda knew she'd have to do what Justine demanded, otherwise those videos would be public. As she walked to the store the air felt cool on her pussy lips, and she worried that her arousal would cause some of her juices to work their way down her thighs into view. As she entered the store, it was even worse than she could have imagined. It was after 9:00 at this point, so at least there were no kids there, but the store was far from empty. The bright lighting made not just her nipples but her areola completely obvious, and the vast quantities of her exposed skin became even more obvious. Brenda had always been proud of her body, she worked hard to keep it in good shape, and her long legs, shapely butt, and flat belly were definitely her best features. She just couldn't believe that she was showing them to everyone at the Kroger's on a Thursday night! She could feel that everyone was staring at her. Some of the guys in lust, most of the women in disgust and disapproval She wanted to shout that she was being forced to do this, but she knew that would do no good. She bowed her head and headed for the produce section. The outfit was already slipping around, and she found that every couple of seconds she had to pull the top up or the skirt down or even more would be showing. Brenda was pretty sure she could guess what the cucumber was for, so she made sure to pick one of the smallest she could find. Unfortunately, there weren't any that you could really call small, and even the one she picked was bigger than her ex-boyfriend's penis. She dreaded the thought of what Justine had planned for her. Next, she went where the feminine products are and put the lube, the condoms, and the enema kit in her basket. She noticed that a couple guys seemed to be following her, but none of them came up to talk, thank God. She saw Justine and her accomplices a couple times, laughing at her, but she followed instructions and acted like she didn't know them. Once she had everything on her list, she made her way to the checkout, but before she could get there Justine came up to her. "Get in the longest line up there," the Justine said quickly," I want you on display for a bit longer. Once you're in line, I want you to drop your purse. Do it twice, once in line, and then again when you go to pay. Be sure to bend over at your waist to pick it up, I want everyone to see what's under that skirt." Justine didn't even wait for a response, she just walked right by Brenda as if nothing had happened. Brenda's heart began to pound even harder as she got to the front of the store. Only two lines were still open, and one of them had three people waiting, while the other only had one. As instructed, she got in the longer line. It was so humiliating because not only was she dressed like a slut, but it made her look like a bimbo that she couldn't even figure out to get in the quickest line. The guy in front of her kept glancing back, checking her out, but thank God he didn't try to chat her up or anything. Remembering her instructions, Brenda let her purse slip out from under arm and onto the floor. Holding her breath, she bent over at the waist and picked up her purse. She noticed the guy next to her and a guy twenty feet away trying to move to get a better view. She felt like she was blushing head to toe when she stood back up. She kept her eyes down and didn't make eye contact. When it was finally her turn the clerk suddenly noticed her and leered. "Wow, that's some outfit you got on. You going to a costume party or something," the guy said lamely. Brenda just smiled and muttered something about it just being hot out. "I'll say -- it's getting warm in here too." Brenda was repulsed by this guy and the way he was looking her up and down as he talked to her. He started to empty the basket, noticed what was in it, and gave her a look like he knew all her secrets. "Looks like someone's having fun tonight." Brenda was humiliated beyond belief. This pimple-faced late night clerk at Kroger's was acting like he was so superior to her. The humiliation made her blush even more, and to her horror, she could feel her pussy throbbing. Trying to break the conversation, she dropped her purse again. This time she heard a couple people swear, and some laughter as she bent over, and she knew that several people had just seen her pussy peek out from under the skirt. She stood up quickly, ran her credit card and hit the buttons to pay her bill. "Would you like me to help you out Miss," the kid who was the bagger asked her. Brenda froze like a deer in headlights. This kid was staring her up and down, she was suddenly frightened that he might follow her out no matter what she said. "There you are lover," Justine appeared out of nowhere, "I was looking for you." She came up close to Brenda, put her hand behind Brenda's head and pulled her in for a kiss. Brenda was too stunned to do anything as she felt Justine's tongue enter her mouth and the younger girl started to suck on her upper lip. Brenda was in shock. Not only had she not expected Justine to do this, but she began to realize that Justine was very good at it. Her body felt like it was on fire as the younger woman kissed her and roamed her hands over her exposed skin. When the kiss broke off, Brenda felt like she could barely breathe. "I'll take those, thanks," Justine said curtly to the boy as she took the bag from him with one hand and put the other around her boss. Justine had guided Brenda out the door before she felt like she was regaining her senses. "Holy fuck! I can't believe I did that," Brenda swore, "why are you making me do this?" "Because I can, sweetcheeks," Justine smiled as her hand slid down Brenda's back, over her butt, and grabbed her ass. Soon Justine's finger was pressing against her boss' asshole as she continued, "because I can." Katie and Ling soon caught up with them, laughing hysterically. Katie was showing Ling some pictures she had on her camera, and they were graphically describing how Brenda had looked in the store, and how Katie had taken some pictures of Brenda's pussy as she bent over. Brenda was humiliated all over again as they described all that she had done, and talked about her as if she wasn't even there. Soon Justine broke it up, and they got back in their cars to go to Brenda's house. "Put your feet back up on the dash pet," Justine demanded as they began to drive, "and get back to fingering yourself." Brenda put her feet up and spread her legs wide. She was stunned at how swollen her lips and clit were, it all felt huge as she touched it. She was soaking wet, so her finger slid in easily. So easily that in less than a minute Justine insisted that she use two. Soon Brenda was bucking against her hand as it pumped in and out of her pussy, and she had to keep thinking about other things in the hope that she wouldn't cum. When Justine pulled up to a well lit intersection, and stopped right next to a pick-up truck, Brenda thought she was going to die. She stopped moving her fingers and started to close her legs when Justine slapped her thigh. "Don't you dare stop, you slut," Justine hissed at her. Brenda looked over and saw that the driver was staring at her wide eyed as she pumped her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. She had to close her eyes she was so ashamed. She also found that she was getting close to an orgasm. She didn't even want to think what Justine would do to her if she came, so she grabbed her left nipple and pinched it hard through the fabric. That pushed the orgasm back a little, and thankfully Justine started driving again which calmed Brenda down. Finally, Justine pulled up to Brenda's house, and she let Brenda stop and put her feet down. Brenda was terrified to get out of her car in this outfit. It was one thing to have strangers at a store see her like this, but if her neighbors saw her she would never live it down. She wanted to beg for something to wear, but Justine got out of the car before Brenda could say anything. Katie and Ling walked up, and the three of them stood on the sidewalk outside Brenda's car looking at her. Brenda screwed up her courage and got out of her car. She started to scurry for her front door, going around the three women in an effort to minimize her exposure. Right as she passed Justine however, she felt two sharp tugs on the fabric she was wearing, and the remnants of her dress were ripped off her body. Brenda couldn't contain the shriek that she let out as she realized she was naked in her front yard. She covered her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other, and then ran for her front door. Only when she got there did it occur to her that Justine had her keys, and so she cowered next to the door, hoping that none of her neighbors was looking as her three employees laughed loudly at her predicament. Finally, they walked up to the front door, and Justine let the older woman into the house. "God, am I horny," Ling announced as soon as she was inside Brenda's house, "can I get some now?" Justine told her to cool it, that her turn would come. She told Ling that she needed to get Brenda cleaned up, and the Ling and Katie should go sort out Brenda's wardrobe. "My wardrobe? What are you talking about? What are they doing?" Brenda panicked as Ling and Katie headed to Brenda's bedroom. "Well, since we all know now what a slut you are, they need to make sure you dress like one from now on. But don't worry your little bimbo head about that," Justine guided her boss towards the bathroom, "we need to clean you up." Brenda only resisted slightly as she was pulled into her bathroom. Justine told her to run some warm water in the tub and get her razor. Justine unpacked the enema kit while she told Brenda to shave herself. Brenda normally kept her pubic hair mostly shaved, with just a small tuft of hair above her pussy, but she hadn't shaved in a week or so. So, she sat in the tub, lathered herself with some soap, and carefully shaved all around her lips. "Make sure you get around your asshole too pet," Justine directed, "I don't want so much as a stray hair down there." Brenda had to squat to finish around her anus, and then she rinsed herself off. Justine told her to let the water out of the tub, and then get on her hands and knees. "So," Justine asked with a wicked smile, "have you had an enema before?" Brenda shook her head, terrified of all that was happening to her. She had had anal sex before, but not often, and before this evening she had never fingered her ass before. Not only had she never had an enema, she wasn't even really sure how they worked. "Don't worry," Justine continued cruelly, "I'm sure you'll really enjoy it. Well, actually I mean I'll really enjoy it. You might not." The enema kit was really just a hot water bottle with a tube and nozzle coming out of it. Justine filled the bag with warm water from the faucet, hung it on the shower head, and told Brenda to lower her head down to the bottom of the tub raising her ass in the air. Justine made Brenda spread her legs and then started to play with the older woman's exposed lips. Soon she was working a finger in and out of her boss' pussy, and Brenda was moaning and humping the younger woman's hand. Justine slowly worked the nozzle into Brenda's rectum, and then opened the clamp. Brenda felt the oddest warm sensation in her bowels as the fluid flowed in, but her mind could barely take it all in as Justine fingered her and tweaked her clit. The combination of her ass filling and the rubbing of her pussy was putting her right back on the edge of orgasm. Somehow, Justine knew exactly how to hold her on that edge and she kept her there for what seemed like forever. Soon Brenda was trembling, drenched in sweat, and desperate to cum. Her bowels were starting to cramp and become uncomfortable, but even that discomfort added to her arousal. Suddenly, without warning, Justine stopped fingering her, pulled the nozzle out, and stood up, calling out for Katie. Without the Justine stimulating her sex, the pressure in Brenda's bowels became more urgent. "Hey Justine, did you know our boss has a pool in the back?" Katie appeared in the bathroom smiling. "Hmmm, that could have some possibilities," Justine mused, "but first things first. Get your panties off you little slut, and sit up on the vanity." "Didn't wear any today," Katie giggled as she lifted her skirt to show a clean shaven snatch before sitting on the vanity and spreading her legs wide. She grinned in anticipation at her boss. Brenda knew what was coming next, but her bowels felt so full, she was sure they would let her empty the enema before making her do anything to Katie. "No fair!" Ling had appeared in the door, "I'm soooo horny! How come she gets to go first." "Katie got us the good video, so she gets the treat," Justine answered. "Okay Pet, get licking, and make your intern cum. And whatever you do, don't let any of that water leak out." Brenda Loses Control Ch. 02 Brenda panicked. Her cramping was almost unbearable. "Please... please Mistress," she begged, "it's so full, please, I need to let it out." "The sooner she cums, the sooner you can get on the toilet sweet tits. I'd stop wasting time if I were you." As a cramp seized Brenda, she realized that she had no time for debate, so she submitted. She crouched in front of her intern's spread legs, and began to lick the young girl's pussy. She licked, she sucked on the lips, she nibbled at Katie's clit. Brenda was desperate to bring this 19 year old off, and her actions showed it. She began working a finger into the younger woman's pussy. "Wow, look at the boss, it looks like she really digs muff diving," Ling laughed. "Just wait until my turn, you bitch." Ling slapped Brenda's ass hard, scaring the older woman that she wouldn't be able hold the enema in. Brenda worked even harder on Katie's pussy. She licked frantically at Katie's clit, then dropped down and started sticking her tongue up into the girl. Katie's pelvis started to rock, and Brenda was hopeful that she might be done soon. Justine's hands exploring her pussy again made Brenda moan, distracting her from her goal of getting her intern to cum. Justine slowly massaged her vulva, and then began diddling her clit, clouding Brenda's mind again. Only the cramps in her intestines allowed her to focus back on Katie, and she begain licking again as fast as she could. Katie's hips began to buck into Brenda's face. "Justine... ahhh.. Justine... may I please cum?" Katie asked between quiet moans. Brenda was terrified. Katie had obviously submitted to Justine in ways that Brenda couldn't even imagine. If Justine said no, would Katie really not orgasm? Did Brenda even have a chance here? Relief washed over her when she heard Justine tell Katie that she could. Within seconds the nineteen-year-old tensed up, and let out a quiet gasp as she climaxed. Justine removed her hand from Brenda's pussy and the older woman rushed for the toilet. "We'll be in the bedroom," Justine said as she and Katie left the bathroom, "come on in when you're all done." Brenda was grateful for a little privacy as felt the relief of sitting on the toilet and letting the enema out. Her body slowly began to feel more normal as she cleaned herself up, and headed to the bedroom. Her four employees were standing in front of a few piles of her clothes, holding them up and tossing them into one pile or another. "My clothes! What are you doing?" Brenda asked. "Your wardrobe needed some serious help, girl," Ling answered, "so we're sorting stuff. All the stuff in this big pile here... that stuff that isn't slutty enough for a girl like you. So we'll take that to Goodwill this weekend. This small pile here, this is what you'll be wearing from now on." Ling's smile was positively evil. Brenda was horrified. They were getting rid of all of her clothes. Well, maybe not all of them, but almost all. The pile of clothes that Ling said was for her to keep was ridiculously tiny. It didn't look like any of her bras were in it, and she only recognized a couple skirts and blouses, and some trashy lingerie from her ex boyfriend, but that was about it. "Hey Justine, look what we found too!" Ling went into Brenda's closet and came back holding a handful of underwear. Brenda's heart sank as she realized what the Asian girl was holding. "She's got a whole stash of these ratty old panties. Like a dozen of them and they're all old and ripped and stained. What's up with that boss-lady." "Hmmm," Justine pondered the panties and looked at Brenda, "so are you just frugal, or is there something more going on here?" Brenda was horrified to be confronted by old panties she had kept. She couldn't really say what had made her keep them. Just something about them, the way that wearing them made her feel a little cheap and trashy, a little dirty, it made her keep them around. And now Justine had figured it out, she was utterly humiliated. "So do you like these panties," Justine held one of her tattered old pairs up, dangling from one finger. "Does wearing these get you hot? Make you feel dirty?" Brenda was shaking her head slightly, but even though she wanted to lie she found that she just couldn't. "is your pussy wet, thinking about these panties?" Justine got close to Brenda, and began to rub the panties along the older woman's slit. "How wet does it make it?" Brenda moaned as the friction of the fabric along her sensitive clit made her see stars. She didn't want to, but her hips thrust forward as Justine rubbed the panties back and forth. "Oh this does get you hot, doesn't it" Justine grinned. "You're soaking wet. I'll bet I can even stuff these panties right into that sopping cunt." Brenda was horrified by the way Justine talked, and even more horrified by what she was doing. Justine began pushing the old panties into her vagina. Justine switched between diddling her boss' clit, and pushing the panties into her twat. Bit by bit, the panties disappeared into her womb. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and Brenda found herself moaning and gyrating her hips as Justine pushed. "It's my turn now!," Ling whined as she pulled off her dress again, "I've been waiting and I can't wait any more!" "All right, all right you horny bitch," Justine said with a laugh. "Okay pet, lie down on the bed." She pinched Brenda's clit and pulled her over to the bed, making Brenda's see stars briefly. Justine grabbed a nipple and used it to steer Brenda until she was lying on her back on the bed, with her feet on the floor at the foot of the bed. Justine and Katie sat on either side of her legs, and pulled her thighs apart. Ling climbed over her, and put her knees on either side of Brenda's head, facing the foot of the bed. "All right bitch," Ling was excited, "It's finally my turn. Start licking." She reached down and grabbed a nipple in each hand, and twisted them cruelly as she lowered her pussy onto her bosses face. Brenda let out a small squeak before getting down to business and licking the Asian girl's slit. Brenda could feel Justine and Katie rubbing her thighs and pussy, pulling the panties back out of her twat, and stuffing them back in again. It made it very hard to suck on Ling's pussy, but if she slowed down at all, Ling twisted and pulled her nipples, and shouted instructions. "Okay up on my clit, good...now lick my slit. Yeah, suck on my lips. Okay back to my clit. Now go down and tongue fuck me. Yeah do it you cunt... do it deeper. Oh God, you are such a slut." On and on the demands went, and Brenda did her best to satisfy Ling. All the while, Justine and Katie were playing with her, bringing her right up to the edge of orgasm, before Ling would twist her nipples again and start it all over again. Brenda's tongue was exhausted, but she knew she had to keep going. She redoubled her effort, tongue fucking the younger girl for all she was worth. Soon the Asian girl began to tense, and then she had a shuddering orgasm. Brenda flopped her head back on the bed, and began to thrust her hips against Justine's fingers, desperate to get her release. To her dismay, Katie and Justine stopped touching her, and stood up. "Noooo," Brenda moaned as she lowered her hands to rub her own pussy, "no Mistress please make me cum." "Get your hands away from there," Justine slapped at Brenda's hands. "You won't be cumming any time soon. You never get to cum unless we give you permission. Remember?" She slapped her hand down hard, actually hitting Brenda right on her pussy. The older woman let out a yelp as she snapped her legs together. "Owooww! Yes Mistress, I understand. But I need to cum Mistress. Please let me cum," Brenda continued to beg, feeling humiliated by her desperation. "Not tonight pet. You never serviced me, and I'm just too tired now. I think we need all to get to bed. Now let's see, I think the three of us can sleep in your bed, but you're so horny you'd probably hump our legs all night long. Here, lie down on the floor at the foot of the bed" "No, please Mistress... Owweee...yes Mistress." Brenda lay down on the floor between her bed and dresser. "Now, we need to make sure that you don't do anything tonight," Justine smirked. She grabbed a pair of pantyhose off the big pile of Brenda's clothes, and used them to tie one of Brenda's feet to a leg of the bed. Katie grabbed another pair, and tied Brenda's other foot to the leg of her dresser, holding her legs spread apart. Brenda begged them not to do this, but they paid her no attention. At this point she knew better than to physically resist, so she just laid there, humiliated, as Justine used a third pair to tie her hands together and to the other leg of the bed. "There you go, that should keep even a horny slut like you from playing with yourself." Brenda continued to beg them not to do this, and Justine seemed to tire of it. She reached down to Brenda's crotch, inserted a finger, and pulled out the old panties that were still inside her. She brought them up to Brenda's mouth, and slowly pushed them part way into her mouth. Brenda was humiliated at how turned on she was and how she was now sucking her own juices out of the soaked panties in her mouth. "You keep quiet the rest of the night pet, or I'll have to tape those in," Justine threatened. The three younger women went into Brenda's bathroom and she heard them laughing and get ready for bed. Then they all came out naked, and climbed into Brenda's bed. Brenda got a brief view of Justine naked, and her pussy throbbed again. She knew that Justine was very pretty, but the lean, tan body with high, pert breasts seemed almost perfect as it flashed by. Brenda spent the next hour or more listening to the squishy noises and moans coming from her bed as the three of them had sex in front of her. She was frustrated beyond all reason as she listened to all the sex sounds, and smelled the strong aroma of sex. She had spit the panties out, and it was a warm night so she was not too uncomfortable, but she was as aroused as she had ever been, and to have to listen to sex but not be able to participate was agony. She finally drifted off to sleep wishing that she could cum. TO BE CONTINUED Again, this is complete fiction, but Brenda is real. She really enjoyed your comments last time, and we got a couple great suggestions. Special thanks to Alli for the suggestion on the cucumber, you know what's coming next. :) Please keep the comments coming. Brenda Loses Control Ch. 03 Brenda woke up from the pressure on her crotch. Unconsciously, she moaned and thrust her pelvis against the pressure. She tried to bring her hands down to her pussy, but found that she couldn't. Her hands were stuck somehow above her head. Slowly her conscious mind began to return, and the sensations started trickling into her brain. The hard feeling of the floor underneath her, the restraints tied to her wrists and ankles, the tenderness of her pussy, all reminded her of what had happened to her last night. She thought about how the women who worked for her had ripped the clothes off her body and made her do such perverted things. How they had taken videos of her doing the most depraved acts, and how she now had to do whatever they wanted. They had then marched her half naked in public, taken her home and done even more extreme things to her. It was all too much, but the worst part was they had gotten her as horny as she had ever been, and they had not let her cum. So even though her pussy was incredibly tender, she found herself grinding it against the pressure, trying to get release. Brenda opened her eyes and looked up to find Justine standing over her. She was dressed in the clothes from the night before, and was pressing her bare foot into Brenda's pussy. Brenda moaned louder as she ground her slit against the young woman's foot. "Good morning pet. Did you sleep well down there? You slept in, you know, Ling and Katie have already left. Mmmmm, you certainly are a horny slut this morning. Look at the way you're humping my foot. Do you want to fuck my foot pet?" Brenda was totally humiliated to be teased like this. She wanted to stop, but her hips kept moving all by themselves. She let out a loud moan as she felt Justine's big toe slip into her pussy. "Answer me slut, do you want to use that slutty cunt of yours to fuck my foot?" Justine pushed the toe deeper Brenda wanted to tell her employee to go fuck herself, but she thought better of it. Justine had videos of Brenda begging to be fist fucked by Katie the intern. If Justine showed those videos to people, Brenda's professional career would be over. That combined with the fact that she was so horny that she knew she absolutely needed to cum made her decide to submit to the younger woman. "Yes, Mistress, please let me use my slutty cunt to get off on your foot. Please let me cum Mistress," Brenda felt herself blushing as she debased herself. "Oh no, you can't cum, not until after you get me off. But I like watching you wriggle down there. Keep humping me slut," Justine laughed. Brenda was heartbroken that she wouldn't be allowed to cum soon, but it felt so good to feel Justine's slender toe working its way in and out of her that she kept humping away. After a few minutes of the Brenda felt herself getting closer to orgasm, and she dared to start hoping that she would soon get relief. To her dismay, Justine pulled her toe out of Brenda's pussy, and brought it to the older woman's mouth. "Lick it clean, pet," was all she said. Brenda was beyond arguing. She felt like crying in sexual frustration, but she managed to start sucking on the beautiful young woman's toe, licking her own juices off. Soon Justine said that was enough, and she bent down and untied Brenda's wrists and ankles. Brenda curled up in a ball, wanting to thrust her hand into her pussy, but Justine wouldn't let her. She pulled Brenda up, and marched her to the bathroom. Justine turned on the shower and physically forced her boss under the cold streams of water. She told Brenda to hurry up and get clean, and to be sure not to play with herself. Brenda was humiliated to be treated this way, but even through the cold water should could feel the heat from her pussy. What was wrong with her that being treated like this turned her on so? Brenda shivered as she soaped herself all over, and then rinsed off. Justine stood watching her, reminding her not to leave her hands on her pussy too long. Justine continued to watch her boss after she got out and went pee on the toilet. Next Justine handed Brenda the enema bag, and made her repeat the cleansing of her rear end, just as she had the night before. Finally, Justine had the older woman do her hair. Brenda felt both degraded and incredibly horny to have the younger woman boss her around. Once Brenda was done, Justine marched Brenda to the front door, opened it and dragged Brenda out stark naked. "What are you doing, I can't go to work like this!" Brenda protested, scared that Justine might really march her into the office naked. Justine grabbed one of Brenda's nipples, and twisted it cruelly. "What do you call me, you stupid slut?" Justine said casually "Owww... please Mistress... aaaah... please don't take me to work naked," Brenda begged. "Oh don't be silly pet. That might get you fired, and end all our fun. I just need to go home and change my clothes, and I don't see how a pet could possibly be dressed before her Mistress is, right? I have everything you need for the day in this bag," Justine held up a shopping bag that Brenda hoped contained her clothes for the day. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress," Brenda was truly relieved as the pressure eased on her nipple. Brenda hurried to the passenger side of car, huddling over, hoping none of her neighbors were up. Justine walked slowly and casually to the driver's side, unlocked it, and climbed in. Only after several seconds did she unlock the rest of the doors so Brenda could climb in the car. Justine laughed cruelly at Brenda's humiliation. As she had the night before, Justine made the older woman spread her legs and finger her clean shaven pussy, exposing everything to any passing driver. Soon Brenda was lost in an erotic haze, focusing so hard on not cumming that she didn't even notice who might see her as they drove. Finally, Justine pulled up to a small bungalow house, and told Brenda to stop. Brenda was relieved to stop, but now was terrified about walking into Justine's house naked. She needn't have worried. Justiine pulled two zip-type cable ties out of her purse, and told Brenda to put her hands behind her head. With a speed and ease that told Brenda that Justine had done this before, she cinched the ties around her boss' thumbs, fastening them to the posts on the headrest. In seconds, Brenda was trapped in her seat, sitting up tall and completely unable to cover herself. "There, that should keep you from playing with yourself while I'm gone. You just stay here pet, while I go get ready for work." Justine laughed at Brenda as she left the car and went in the house. Brenda was terrified. This was crazy. The sun was fully up now, and she was sitting naked in a car in a strange neighborhood, her hands secured behind her head. There was no telling what could happen to her out here. The side windows on her car were tinted, but people would have no problem seeing her through the windshield, with her hard nipples standing out prominently from her small breasts. Brenda panicked as a couple people walked by, walking their dogs, but thankfully they did not notice her. An old man came out of the house next to Justine's, and Brenda froze as he looked right at her. He just smiled and shook his head, as if things like this happened all the time outside of Justine's house. He picked up his paper and went back inside. Just when Brenda began to worry that Justine was going to leave her like this all day, Justine came back out to the car, dressed in a short skirt, blouse, and blazer. She climbed in the car and started driving without releasing Brenda's hands. The younger woman told Brenda to spread her legs wide, and expertly massaged the older woman's pussy, keeping her on the edge but never letting her orgasm. Occasionally she would reach up and twist Brenda's nipple, pulling it cruelly too make sure Brenda didn't cum. Brenda writhed and moaned the whole drive to work, being driven crazy by Justine's fingers. By the time they got to the parking lot at work, Brenda felt like she might cry from the frustration. "Okay pet, I guess you can get dressed here now," Justine pulled out a pair of small scissors and snipped the cable ties, freeing her captive. "I'll see you inside. Don't be long." Justine left Brenda naked in the car and walked into the office. Brenda quickly opened the bag and looked to see what Justine had left her. There was a white cotton button down blouse, a short dark-grey wool skirt that she hadn't worn in years, a pair of heels, and one of the oldest and most tattered panties from Brenda's collection of old panties. No bra, no blazer, nothing to help preserve her modesty other than the blouse. She quickly pulled on the blouse and buttoned it up. Next the skirt and panties went on, and finally the shoes. She looked down at herself. If someone looked closely they would probably know she wasn't wearing a bra, but it wasn't too blatant. The skirt was shorter and tighter than she would normally wear now, but it didn't break the office dress code or anything. She took a few deep breaths, and headed into the office. Brenda felt herself blushing as she walked through the cubicles to her office. She noticed several guys looked her up and down as she walked, taking notice of her bare legs showing below the mid-thigh level skirt. She hurried into her office and sat behind it as quickly as she could. She turned her computer on, and tried to focus on her work, rather than everything that had happened to her. That wasn't easy, and before she could even reply to the first email, Justine interrupted her. "Hello pet," she smiled sweetly, "you look so overdressed now. We should fix that." Brenda panicked as Justine walked around behind to Brenda's side of the desk. She was terrified. What would Justine do to here, now that the office was full of people? Surely the younger woman wouldn't rip all Brenda's clothes off her again? Brenda felt trapped as Justine stood over her and grabbed the lapels of her blouse, just below the color. "I think you buttoned this up a little too high," Justine smirked. "No... please Mistress," Brenda's voice was a quiet whisper. Justine smiled cruelly at her boss, and then moved her hands sharply out and down. The top two buttons of Brenda's blouse went flying, leaving the button just above her breasts as the new top button on the blouse. "That's much better," Justine smiled sweetly. "Now for some new rules. You are still our boss, and you should act that way in public. But when we are alone, you are my pet and you will do what I say and call me Mistress. You will be polite and respectful to all the admins. You can still be the boss and not yell and not degrade us. Do you understand? "Yes... yes, Mistress," Brenda stammered out. "Good. Now stand up and pull up your skirt so I can see those ratty panties." Brenda complied, lifting her skirt to show Justine her panties. Brenda gave the open door several terrified glances, but Justine ignored it entirely. "Oh, those are on all wrong, let me show you." Justine stood right next to Brenda, and the younger woman grabbed the back of the panties in one hand and the front in the other. From the treatment Brenda had received last night she knew what was coming as Justine pulled up sharply, giving the older woman a wedgie front and back. She didn't pull hard enough to rip the panties, but they dug into Brenda's pussy and asshole. Justine slid them back and forth a bit, making sure they were well imbedded in her boss' pussy, and pulled tight in the back, exposing Brenda's ass cheeks completeley. Brenda moaned from the sensations on her tender clit. "Now how to sit," Justine continued, "from now on, in this office, you will only sit on your wedgied panties and naked ass cheeks. You hike up your skirt, you pull down your slacks, whatever, but your bare cheeks must be on the seat. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Brenda replied meekly. She sat down quickly so that no one outside her open door would see her. "That's good pet, now make sure you keep your legs spread wide too." Justine reached down and ran a finger along Brenda's slit, pushed the panties deeper into her pussy, and brought the wet finger up to Brenda's mouth. To Brenda's horror, she submitted almost immediately, licking her own juices from Justine's finger. Brenda could feel her pussy gush as she sucked on the finger, amazed that such an act of submission would turn her on so much. Justine pulled her finger from Brenda's mouth, and turned to the door, just as Brenda's boss stepped into the doorway. Brenda hurriedly pulled herself in close to her desk so he would not see her exposed panties with her puffy pussy lips hanging outside them. "Good morning, Brenda," said Greg, "I hope you were able to incentivize your team to realign themselves around our Company Priorities. I'd like to meet with you after lunch and we can talk about your goals for improving performance and increasing urgency." It was all Brenda could do to not roll her eyes at this twit, but he was her boss, so all she said was yes, and they set a time for a meeting. He looked a couple times at the exposed skin where Justine had pulled open her blouse, and she could imagine him trying to decide if she was wearing a bra. Fortunately he left soon after that, and Justine whispered in her ear to keep her legs spread, and Brenda was alone again. Brenda kept trying to focus on her work, but she found that her mind would not focus. All the experiences, the burning feeling of her panties embedded in her crotch, the way Justine had opened her blouse exposing more skin than Brenda was used to, all made her so horny that she couldn't concentrate. Her hand seemed to drift down to her damp sex all by itself, and she kept rubbing her clit through her panties, bringing herself close to orgasm before she realized what she was doing and forced herself to stop. She spent the rest of the morning at her desk, terrified to walk around the office in this outfit. A few people stopped by, and they all stole glances at her cleavage and her braless state, but they all stayed on the far side of her desk so they couldn't see that her skirt was up over her hips. Around 11:30 Justine came in and announced they were going to the park for lunch. "But, I didn't bring anything for lunch," Brenda answered, confused about what Justine was intending. "Oh don't worry your little head about that," Justine laughed, "we brought a salad for you. Let's go." Although going to the park with the girls made Brenda nervous, being allowed to pull her skirt down to cover herself seemed like a positive development. She stood up, fixed her skirt, and followed Justine, Ling, Maria, and Katie out to Maria car. Katie sat up front with Maria, and Brenda ended up between Ling and Justine in the back. As they pulled out of the parking lot Justine had Brenda hike her skirt back up, pull off her panties, and put one leg over Ling's knee and the other over Justine's. Brenda closed her eyes trying not to think of the show she was putting on as they drove, her legs spread wide and showing her hairless pussy. Ling started fingering Brenda's clit and Justine whispered in Brenda's ear as the younger woman unbuttoned her boss' blouse down to her navel. "You like this, don't you pet? You keep pretending that you hate it, but I know your little secret. That being humiliated, being exposed, being forced to be such a tramp, it turns you on, doesn't it? Look at how wet your pussy is. Feel it. You love this, you know you do. You try to pretend you don't, but your body's telling me that you love it." Brenda wanted to tell her no, but the flicking motion on her clit and the pinches on her nipples made her moan instead. God, she wanted to cum so badly. Was Justine right? Was this really what she craved? No, she wasn't that perverted, she was a good girl. These women were just getting her all confused. She wanted to argue with them, but all she could do was put her head back and close her eyes as she reveled in the feelings coming from her clit and her nipples. "Okay pet, here we are," Justine broke her from her reverie. "Let's go sit in the sun." They all got out of the car, and Brenda pulled her skirt down. She tried to button up her blouse again, but Justine swatted her hands away. It was clear she was going to walk through the park with her blouse unbuttoned to her waist. At least she was allowed to cover her ass and pussy for the walk. At least Brenda thought that would be the case. Justine put her arm around her boss as they walked, and then reached under her skirt to fondle her bare ass as they walked. Brenda felt warm as her whole body blushed. She wanted to say something, to ask Justine to stop, but it just felt too good. Soon they had crossed the park and were sitting at picnic bench at the border where the park backed up against some houses. All the houses had tall privacy fences, so the good news was no one would see Brenda's exposed state from the houses. Of course, anyone walking through the park could see her, but mostly they were all 50 yards away or more. "Okay pet, you sit down over there," Justine motioned to the side of the table closest to the houses, "and be sure to hike your skirt up and spread your legs. I want to get some more pictures of you." What? No, Mistress, please... Don't you have enough already?" "Hey cunt!" Justine said sharply. "Didn't we decide already that I own you? That you will do everything I say?" "Yes Mistress," came the meek reply. "Then get over there and spread 'em!" Brenda felt so humiliated, but she just couldn't fight back. Justine and the others had her, and they knew it. She went around to the side where Justine directed, faced away from the table, hiked her skirt up over her waist, and sat down. Anyone in the park who was looking would have seen a nice view of her ass, but Brenda was too scared to check if anyone saw. She spread her legs wide, showing off her freshly shaved pussy, and waited for Justine to snap some pictures. "Mmmmm... that's so nice, with the joggers in the park in the background. Now open your blouse up so we can see those cute little titties. Nice... now pinch those nipples and pull them to make them stand up. Good pet... now harder... pinch them harder, or I'll have Ling do it. Good pet. "Now use your fingers to spread open that pussy... Mmmm... I can see how wet it is. Flick your finger on your clit, make it stand up so we can see. Very good... keep playing, but don't you dare cum." Justine kept Brenda playing with herself, alternating between diddling her clit and sliding a few fingers inside of herself. The younger woman kept taking pictures, making Brenda debase herself for the camera. "Okay, now I want you to take that cucumber you bought, and let's see you get it into that cute little pussy." Brenda was horrified at the prospect. It was bad enough to expose herself in the park, and to have to masturbate for the camera, but to have sex with a cucumber, that was too much. She began to shake her head, but Justine just flicked a fingernail painfully across Brenda's tender nipple, reminding the older woman who was in charge, and she realized she had no choice. She took the cucumber, which looked much larger than she remembered, and positioned against her pussy lips. She moved it back and forth along her lips, and fortunately she was so wet that it was well lubed within seconds. She slid the vegetable in, bit by bit, moaning as it stretched her pussy. As the girls teased her for being so horny that she'd fuck a vegetable, Brenda worked the cucumber in and out of herself, getting it more slippery. Soon the uncomfortable stretching became a pleasant sliding, and she found herself breathing hard and getting closer to orgasm. Brenda Loses Control Ch. 03 "All right pet, I know you're loving that, but it's time for a change," Justine laughed and handed Brenda a bottle. "Now we want you to use this olive to lube up your ass. I think the cuke is pretty slick right about now, but if you might want to lube it up some more before it goes in your ass." "Huh... wha... you're going to stick the cucumber in my butt??" Brenda asked in a state of shock. "Naaah... YOU are gonna stick the cucumber up your ass," Justine giggled. "Come on, you better get going, I want some pics of you fucking yourself up the butt with that thing." Brenda was utterly appalled. Justine and the others had may her do so many depraved things since last evening, and every time she thought that there was nothing worse they could do, their demands became even more perverted. The cucumber felt large in her pussy, there was no way it would fit in her rectum. On top of that rubbing olive oil on her anus was just too disgusting. She looked at Justine, trying to find a way to argue with her, but the look on Justine's face made her will power wilt. Before she knew it, she had scootched forward to give herself access to her ass, was pouring the olive oil onto her hand, and rubbing it all around her anus. As the girls continued to ridicule her, she worked an oily finger into her ass, pulled it out, oiled it again, and repeated that several times. Soon Justine said that was good enough, and she should get that cucumber in her backdoor. Brenda reached around her butt, placed the slick cucumber against her puckered hole, and gently began to push on it. The tip of it began to enter her backside, making it burn. She couldn't believe that she was doing this with these girls standing around her, taking pictures and shooting video. She pushed harder, and the wider part of the cuke entered her anus, making her moan. She looked over her shoulder at the park to see if anyone could see what she was doing. There were people walking through the park, but fortunately no one seemed to be paying attention to her. "Come on, it's barely moving, you'd better get that thing in your ass, pet," Justine commanded with a wicked grin. "Ohhh... it's burning... please Mistress, it's too big," Brenda pleaded after trying to push harder on the cucumber. "Oh bullshit! You'd better push that thing in, or I'll let Ling do it. I promise you won't like the way she does it" Brenda was terrified at what Ling might do to get the vegetable up her butt. She might whack it in with a mallet or something. Brenda bit her lip and pressed harder, pushing the cucumber deeper into her asshole. The burning sensation increased, combined with the weird sliding feeling of the vegetable intruding deep into her bowels. Finally, she had almost the whole thing into her rear. She let go, and it slid out quickly, making her push it back in. "Exceellent, pet," Justine smiled, "that's it. Fuck yourself in the ass with that thing. Use your other hand to play with your clit. Give us some hot video here." Brenda used her right hand to diddle her clit as the left one worked the cucumber in and out of her asshole. As her rectum stretched out, the burning receded, and soon she found herself even more turned on than she had been all day. It was so depraved, pumping a cuke in and out of her butt here in a public park, all while being videoed. Part of her was terrified that it was going to end up on the internet, part of her was even more aroused by the thought that it would be. Her hips began bucking all by themselves, and she fucked herself in the ass with abandon. She could feel that she was getting close to orgasm. She knew that Justine didn't want her to cum, but she had so many pent up needs, and she was so turned on, she didn't think she could stop. She rubbed her self harder and worked the cucumber faster and faster. She stopped suddenly, and her eyes popped open as she hear a sharp slap followed a by a burst of pain in right breast where Justine had slapped her across the nipple. "Woah there you pervert," Justine laughed. "I had no idea you were such an anal slut. If I had known you liked it in the ass so much we would have done this sooner. Okay, pull that cuke out now, and no more touching your pussy. Turn around and let's eat lunch." Brenda let the cucumber slide out, leaving her with a strange empty feeling in her backside. She turned to sit at the bench facing the park, and tried to close her blouse to hide her breasts but Ling stopped her. Justine pulled on the older woman's legs, spreading them wide.The picnic table hid a bit, so people across the park probably wouldn't see much, but anyone walking close would see her completely exposed breasts and pussy. "Okay, here's your lunch, we brought us a salad. Oh... and you can use this knife to slice up some cucumber for your salad," Justine had a wicked grin on her face. "You have got to be joking," Brenda was shocked. "That's disgusting!" "Yeah, you're probably right, but you're gonna do it anyway," Justine laughed. "And you don't fool me, it's gonna turn you on to do it." Brenda wanted to tell that she was wrong, that it didn't turn her on. That Justine was a depraved sicko, and that she didn't know anything about who Brenda really was. Except, she couldn't. She could feel her pussy throbbing because she was so humiliated. The more she thought about doing something so warped, submitting so completely to the younger woman, the more Brenda became aroused. She had to admit, just the thought of doing what Justine asked was pushing her close to orgasm. She knew she had to submit. "Yes Mistress," Brenda finally answered meekly. The rest of the lunch was totally surreal. Brenda was in a daze as she sliced the cucumber and put it in her salad. Revulsion and arousal clashed in her mind as she took the first bite, with arousal quickly winning. This act of total submission was making her so horny that it was hard to keep her thighs spread wide. She desperately wanted to clench them together and rub herself to orgasm. To make things worse the girls kept reaching over and playing with her exposed nipples and pussy as they chatted, teasing Brenda for being so turned on she couldn't sit still. Finally the lunch was over, and Justine told Brenda to stand up and put her panties back on. Keeping the skirt above her waist, Brenda stepped in her panties. This time Justine made Brenda give herself a wedgie, made her saw the fabric back and forth, embedding the fabric in her sex. She even had Brenda use her finger to push the fabric into her pussy and up into her asshole. By the time Brenda was done the crotch of the panties was completely hidden by her swollen pussy lips. Justine and Ling guided Brenda back to the car. Brenda managed to rearrange her blouse to cover her breasts, but Justine wouldn't let her button it, and she made Brenda keep the miniskirt hiked up above her hips, showing the parts of her ass and pussy that were exposed around her panties to everyone as they walked. Several people stared at her in shock as she walked with her horrible wedgie to the car, but they all seemed too stunned to even say anything. Again, Brenda ended up in the back seat between Ling and Justine. Again with her skirt up and her blouse open, and the two women playing with them. The only difference this time was that Ling pushed the panties deeper into Brenda's asshole while Justine diddled the older woman's clit through the fabric. Every time that Brenda got close to orgasm Justine would stop, only to start in again as soon as Brenda calmed down. Back at the office, Brenda was able to button back up and walk through the cubicles fully covered for the first time in an hour. Justine did stay at her boss' open door to make sure she hiked up her skirt before sitting down. She only had a few minutes until her meeting with Greg, and she tried to prepare herself. It was hard to think with the way here panties were, but she had to try. What was she going to say? She could say that she had spent some time last night talking with her team and that she made it clear that their performance needed to improve, but what if he asked for details. She couldn't very well tell them that they had then stripped her naked and forced her to perform for them sexually and that they were now blackmailing her. She worked out a speech in her mind, full of jargon that she could give to Greg. He would love it, and he was so dumb that she was sure he'd never realize that she wasn't really saying anything. She stood up, smoothed down her skirt and walked to Greg's office, and started to give her speech. "Greg, I had an excellent meeting with my...." Brenda stopped short. Justine was there. She was sitting in a chair next to Greg, and they had been chatting quietly. Greg looked up at Brenda with a big smile, his face filled with lust. His eyes wandered up and down her body, and Brenda felt all the blood drain from her face. What had Justine told him? "I'm glad you're here Brenda," Greg smirked. "Justine has been telling me some very interesting things. She won't tell me why, but she swears that you've had a total attitude shift. To use her words she's telling me that you have decided to not be such a stuck up bitch. Is that right?" Brenda felt dizzy. Oh my God, what did he know? Justine had promised! This could ruin her career. She could barely stammer out any words. "Wh-wha...? Huh?" Brenda stammered. "She tell's me that you aren't going to be lording around here like to you're too good for all of us any more. That you'll be more humble, one of the gals. More eager to please." "Oh..." was all Brenda could say. "In fact she says that you will do anything she says." Greg's voice was actually shaking as he said that. "That's right," Justine chimed in sweetly. "Isn't that true, pet? You'll do whatever I tell you, won't you?" "Ohmigod... Justine, please," Brenda started to panic. "Answer the question pet. You will do whatever I say, right?" There was clear menace in Justine's voice. "Oh.. yes Mistress," Justine felt herself turning deep red as she called her assistant Mistress. "I will do whatever you say." Greg started to laugh, his face a combination of excitement and disbelief. "Prove it," he demanded. "Show him pet. Close the door and take off your blouse and skirt," Justine demanded. "No.. Justine, please. Show some mercy, please," Brenda pleaded. Justine stood up abruptly, clearly ready to punish Brenda for her disobedience. Almost of its own accord, Brenda's body began to comply with the instructions. She quickly closed Greg's door, almost slamming it, and began rapidly unbuttoning her blouse. Justine stood and stared at her boss, clearly impatient as the older woman opened her blouse and removed it. Steve ogled her bare tits while she shucked off her skirt, and soon was standing in front of her boss, showing him her ratty panties embedded in her crotch. "Holy shit!" said Greg laughing. "What's up with those panties?" "Oh, she just has a fetish for dirty old panties. And she loves to wear them like that, don't you pet. She loves the way it makes her feel dirty, don't you pet?" Justine said, still clearly annoyed at Brenda for resisting. "Come over here and turn around in front of Greg. Let him see you up close. I'm sure he'll be interested" Brenda wanted to crawl under a desk and die. To stand there in front of her like this boss was bad enough, but to have to step close to him and let him see everything was unbelievably humiliating. Especially in these ratty old panties. Then Justine made Brenda pull her panties to her knees, spread her legs as she stood there, and even use her hands to spread her lips and show Greg her clit. Then Brenda had to turn around and spread her cheeks, showing both of them her asshole. Justine laughed, and she and Greg talked about how red it was, and how Brenda had been probing her ass over lunch. Brenda felt like she was going to die as her boss and her intern discussed her swollen rectum right in front of her, acting like she wasn't there. Even worse, they could tell how turned on she was, and they kept talking about her wet pussy too. "When I told Greg that I could get you to do what ever I wanted, he had an interesting request," Justine said playfully. "You see his wife is a good girl, not at all a slut like you. That means she doesn't take it in the ass, and Greg was saying that he's always wondered what it was like to fuck a girl in the ass." Brenda knew where this was going, and didn't like it. Justine just laughed at the look of dismay on Brenda's face. "So I told him that from now on, he could fuck you in the butt anytime he wants to. Isn't that right pet?" Brenda was too stunned to answer. She couldn't believe that Justine was whoring her ass out to her boss. Telling him that he could use her ass like that, it was revolting. Brenda wanted to scream, to protest that she couldn't possibly do that, but Justine had grabbed her by the clit and was pinching it forcefully. Not enough to hurt, but Brenda knew that she had better not resist. On top of that, the combination of the humiliation, and the pressure of Justine's fingers on her clitoris was making her undeniably turned on. "What was that pet? I didn't hear you?" Justine asked with a wicked laugh. "Yes Mistress, you're right. He can... he can do that," Brenda managed to mumble "He can do what? Look him in the eyes and ask nicely for him to do it." Brenda couldn't believe this. It just kept getting worse. She turned to look at Greg, and she forced herself to ask him. "Please Sir, would you please fuck me in the ass? Please fuck my slutty ass with your big cock." Somehow being so dirty made Brenda even more turned on, and her pussy throbbed. Greg was pretty much speechless, but Justine took over. She had Brenda open Greg's pants and free his member, telling Brenda to suck it and get it wet so it would be well lubed. Justine gave Greg a bottle of lube, and told him to reach down and lube up Brenda's ass so she could take him. Brenda couldn't believe she was giving her boss a blow job while her worked his fingers into her ass. She hadn't had any sex at all in two years, and she'd only allowed guys to try anal sex on her twice in her life. Now today she had done it to herself, and now she was going to let her boss use her too. "Okay pet, that's enough, I think you're ready now," Justine said finally. "Take your panties off and put them in your mouth. I don't want you to disturb anyone with your yelling when Greg starts porking your butt." It was amazed at how it just kept getting worse. She slid the wet panties off, and stuffed then into her mouth. Justine made her boss stand in front of Greg's desk, as Justine moved to the other side. She reached across the desk, grabbed Brenda's nipples, and pulled her down by her breasts until Justine's hands rested on the desk. Brenda moaned into her panties from the pain in her nipples, but Justine held Brenda's nipples firmly to the desk, not letting the older woman move. Justine told her boss to reach back and hold her butt cheeks wide, making it easy for Greg to find his target. Greg stood behind her, poured some more lube on his penis and her anus, and pressed the head of his cock against her ring. Brenda bit down on her panties as his cock spread her rectum. The pressure from him made her move forward, but Justine was holding her nipples tight against the desk, and the pain in her nipples made her push back against Greg. The head of his prick popped through her sphincter, and she could feel him sliding in. The sensations of his cock working its way into her ass and of Justine clamping down on her nipples made Brenda moan loudly into her panties. She heard Greg swear as his cock entered her completely, his pelvis smacking against her butt cheeks. He began to move back and forth, picking up the pace as he reamed out her ass. Justine made Brenda keep her hands on her own ass cheeks, meaning her only support was how Justine was holding her nipples. As Greg began fucking her in earnest, Brenda kept moving forwards and back, stretching her breasts painfully as Justine held her nipples tight. Brenda had to bite down hard on the panties in her mouth to keep from crying out from the burning in her ass and the pain in her nipples. She could hear Greg talking dirty to her, telling her what a dirty whore she was, and how he was going to take her ass every day, but all Brenda could do was look at Justine, who was staring at her with this little smile. Even though she was humiliated, and the treatment she was getting hurt like hell, looking into Justine's eyes just made Brenda melt, and she found that she was getting close to orgasm, even though nothing was touching her clit. She felt herself sweating, and she began to moan, as much from pleasure as from pain. Greg could tell that Brenda was getting aroused, and it seemed to push him over the edge. After a few more strokes he pushed in deep, and she could feel his jism shooting deep in her bowels. He grunted and she could feel him spasm deep inside her, before he pulled out of her. Justine let go of Brenda's nipples, but Brenda was too worn out to move. Her nipples throbbed, her ass was burning, and she wondered if she stood up if Greg's cum would leak out of her. "Fuck..." was all Greg could say for a minute as he sat down. "Take those panties out of your mouth pet, and use them to clean his cock up," Justine demanded. Brenda stood up, took wet panties out of her mouth, and used them to clean her boss' shaft. He smiled at her and reached up to play casually with her nipple. "So she'll do this for me every day, right?" Greg asked Justine. "Absolutely big boy. All you have to do is make sure that she gets good reviews on her job performance, and you can have that ass every day. You make life easy for us, and we make life fun for you," Justine said confidently. Brenda could hardly believe her ears. Justine had just whored her out to get Greg to take it easy on all of them. Now she was going to have to let this arrogant nitwit ream out her butt every day, just to keep her job. It was so humiliating, but as she stood up and felt a small drop of his semen leak down her thigh, she felt her pussy throb. The whole thing was turning her on, making her feel so horny that could barely stand it. The stripping, the sex, the constant humiliation, it all made her body respond in ways she'd never experienced. She couldn't remember ever being as turned on as she was right then, as her boss and her assistant discussed how he was going to fuck her in the ass every day. It was so perverted, but she couldn't stop her hand from reaching down and rubbing her clit. "Oh my God, you are such a slutty pet," Justine laughed loudly as she slapped Brenda's hand away. "Stop that now, you don't get to cum for a while yet. Greg's all clean, so you can stop that. Take those panties and stick them in your ass so you don't leak out. Then you can go get dressed and clean yourself up. I'll be in your office in a sec to make sure you are situated properly. Oh, and make sure you thank Greg for giving you that nice ass fucking." Brenda was completely mortified, to be caught playing with herself, and now to be forced to thank her boss for doing that to her. She knew she had no choice, but she still struggled to get the words out as she pushed her wet panties against her sore rectum. She managed to get enough of the fabric up into her tunnel to keep the panties in place, and she managed to stammer out the words. "Thanks so much Greg, for fucking my ass so well. I'm looking forward to us doing this every day now." Brenda felt herself blush to her toes. "No problem babe, were gonna have fun from now on," Greg slapped her on the ass as she turned away. Brenda Loses Control Ch. 03 Brenda felt herself turn an even deeper shade of red, but she stayed focused on pulling on her skirt and buttoning up her blouse. As quickly as she could she left Greg's office, went to the women's room, cleaned herself up, and threw her panties in the trash. While she was glad to no longer have them stuffed inside of her, it was now terrifying to walk back to her office feeling the air blow on her naked crotch under the short skirt. She sat down at her desk and tried to compose herself. Her mind was spinning. She had gone almost two years without sex, and in the last 24 hours she had been violated by a woman with a strap-on, been fisted by her intern, been sodomized by her boss and a by a vegetable, and performed oral sex on most of the women who worked for her. It was almost too much for her mind to comprehend. Suddenly Justine came into her office, too late for Brenda to remember how she had been instructed to sit. Hurriedly, she hiked her skirt up to her waist leaving her bare pussy completely exposed. Justine's face made it clear that she was not impressed. "I thought I had made it clear how you were to sit, didn't I pet?" Justine said crossly. Justine walked up to Brenda, reached out and began playing with what was now the top button on Brenda's blouse. Brenda began to panic, terrified of walking around in the office any more exposed. "No, Mistress... I mean, yes Mistress. You did make it clear. I'm sorry, Mistress, I forgot," Brenda managed to stammer out. "Hmmmm... what am I to do with you?" Justine asked like Brenda was a small child. "No... no, Mistress... please," Brenda begged. "Oh, but you love it so. You know you do" With that Justine jerked her hand quickly down and away from Brenda, ripping the button right off the blouse. Now the blouse was unbuttoned to just below Brenda's breasts. As long as she didn't bend over, she probably would expose herself, but it would be obvious to anyone looking that she did not have a bra on. It definitely was inappropriate for the office, and maybe even for a night club. Brenda dreaded the thought of leaving the office dressed like this. "Any more disobedience and you'll lose the blouse entirely. You'd have to show everyone your itty bitty titties. Understand?" "Yes Mistress, I won't disappoint you again," Brenda answered meekly. The rest of Brenda's afternoon was pure torture. One of her tormentors would come into the office occasionally to check that she was following instructions. This would usually involve sitting away from her desk so they could see her bald pussy and spread legs, followed by either their finger exploring her pussy or them making Brenda finger herself to show them how wet she was. Sometimes they would pinch a nipple, and one time Maria closed the door, sat on Brenda's desk, and had Brenda lick the Hispanic woman to orgasm. Even when the women were not torturing her, Brenda's asshole felt tender and swollen, and her clit was throbbing non-stop the whole afternoon. Justine would occasionally find reasons for Brenda to leave the office, humiliating her even further as people stared at her plunging neckline. Finally quitting time arrived, and Justine came into her office, announcing that they were all going to do some more shopping. A few minutes later Brenda found herself between Ling and Justine in the back of Maria's car once again, with her blouse open to her navel, her skirt above her waist, and her legs spread wide. Justine and Ling played mercilessly with the older woman's body, keeping her right on the edge of orgasm for most of the drive. Soon Maria pulled up in front of an adult bookstore, and they all piled out of the car. Brenda was allowed to pull down her skirt, but the girls wouldn't let her button up the blouse. They all walked into the store, and Justiine guided them over to a section full of sex toys. They all looked at vibrators and dildos, paddles and nipple clamps, butt plugs and toys Brenda didn't know what they were for. The four women all talked loudly about what Brenda would do with the toys, and laughed hysterically at Brenda's discomfort. A sales woman walked over to see if they needed anything. She was a petite blond girl, probably in college. She only glanced briefly at Brenda, noticed the short skirt and the open blouse, and gave the older woman a look of complete contempt before focusing on Justine. "Hi Angela," Justine said, reading from the girls nametag. "We're looking for some toys for our little slut here. You have a couple different kinds of nipple clamps here. Which would you say are the most... uhm... intense?" "Intense? You mean which one's hurt the most? I kinda depends on the size and shape of her nipples," Angela said, looking hungrily at Brenda's chest. "Can she try them on? We want to see her reaction to them." "What the fuck do I care?" Angela laughed. "Go right ahead." Justine made Brenda open her blouse, and the women used various nipple clamps to torture their boss' breasts for the next several minutes. They clamped them on and watched her wince. They pulled on them slowly, stretching out her boobs until the clamps finally slipped of her nipples, making Brenda cry out. They put them back on and then jerked them off quickly, causing even more pain in her breasts. Just when Brenda felt like she would break down sobbing, Justine declared on particulary painful set the winners, and put them in a basket to buy. Next they looked at dildos and other toys, and Justine asked Angela about strap-ons. She explained that Ling had used one to fuck Brenda already, but they felt they wanted a bigger one. Brenda was blushing deep red and wanted to sink into the floor as they talked so crassly about her. They also bought some butt plugs, and a vibrating egg. Finally Justine thought it was enough, and she told Brenda to go pay for it all. As Angela was ringing up the toys, she looked at the strap-on with interest. "So are you really going to fuck her with this?" "Of course we are," Justine answered. "She's really horny, and it takes a lot of fucking to keep her from going crazy. She just needs it." "Wow... that is some shit," Angela smiled. "Man, if it were me I'd use this thing to do her up the ass. Fuck it raw." Brenda found the grin on Angela's face truly frightening. The girl looked like she really wanted to hurt Brenda. "Oh really? You would now would you? " Justine also had a wicked smile on her face. "Care to prove it? Do you want to do it right now?" "Are you fucking with me?" Angela looked a Justine. "Not at all. You say you want to use that to fuck my pet in the ass. Do you have a room? All I need is for you let us all watch. I want it on video when you fuck her. Okay?" "Shit yeah," Angela swore. "Let's go in the back, there's an office back there we can use.' A few minutes later, Brenda found herself bent over a desk, with the strap-on dildo in front of her, sucking it for all it was worth. "That it pet," Justine said, "get it nice and lubed up." "Fuck don't lube her up," Angela said cruelly, "I wanna fuck her dry." "My, you do have a cruel streak," Justine said with a smirk, "but she's my pet and I won't have her seriously hurt. She's still lubed from some earlier, ah, probing. That and the spit should keep it safe, if a little uncomfortable." "Ha! I'll make sure the fat-assed slut isn't comfortable," Angela laughed. "Give me that thing, and spread those cheeks, you stupid cunt." Angela grabbed the harness and dildo, and stepped into it, pulling it over her jeans. "Wouldn't you rather take off your jeans?" asked Justine mildly. "Fuck no! I'm not letting you dykes ogle me while I'm drilling her. I'm staying dressed," Angela said smugly. "Hmmm... pity," said Justine with a faint smile. Justine told Brenda to spread her cheeks for Angela, and the girl placed the head of the dildo on the older woman's rosebud. Unlike Greg who had worked in more slowly, Angela grabbed Brenda's hips and thrust in suddenly, making the older woman gasp in shock. Her asshole was still lubed from earlier as well as stretched out, so the wet dildo slid into its hilt without trouble. But uncomfortable did not even begin to cover it. It hurt like hell. Brenda bit her lip to stifle each scream as Angela rammed the fake cock into the older woman's ass. "Take it, you bitch," Angela cried, "you fucking slut!" Brenda closed her eyes, hoping this would end soon. This wasn't like what Justine did to her. Justine always seemed to know where Brenda's limits were, and always had Brenda turned on even as she tormented her. Angela's pounding just something to be endured. Angela continued to thrust her hips, working the cock in and out of Brenda's ass, relishing the pain she was inflicting on the older woman. Suddenly Angela noticed that Justine was standing right behind her, and Angela's hips were bumping against Justine with ever thrust. Ling and Katie were standing very close on either side. Angela looked over her shoulder at Justine, and realized that she had stripped to her underwear. The blonde girl looked down and saw that the brunette also had a dildo strapped to her hips, and she was pouring from a bottle of lube and rubbing the slick gel all over the fake penis. "What the fuck?" Angela asked in shock. "You seem to really seem to be enjoying this Angela," Justine observed dryly, "but we were thinking you should gain some experience yourself, see if you enjoy catching as much as pitching." "Get that thing away from me you crazy bitch!" Angela shouted. It was no use. Katie and Ling grabbed Angela's arms, and pushed the young blonde down onto Brenda. The dildo was buried deep in Brenda's ass, but at least it wasn't pounding in and out of her anymore. Angela felt a quick tug on the seat of her jeans, felt something hard move horizontally across her ass cheeks, and a cool draft on her ass. She saw Justine toss a pair of scissors on the desk second before she felt something wet on her ass cheeks followed by Justine's finger pushing the lube up into her ass. "No wait... not there.... please... arrrgh it burns!" Angela cried out. "I found this in your store. It's a warming formula in the lube. I thought you'd enjoy the sensation." "Oh fuck, that burns," Angela hissed. Justine slipped the head of the dildo through the new slit in Angela's jeans and panties, up against the girls rectum, and slowly began to push into the girls butt. Angela moaned as Justine started sliding in and out of the clerk's ass. Justine pulled up the Angela's t-shirt, and pulled the nipples out of her bra, tweaking and flicking them. "Oh yeah baby," Justine whispered in Angela's ear, "keep fucking her I while I do you. Fuck her like I'm fucking you." Angela couldn't believe what was happening. She wanted to scream, to protest, but her mind was reeling too quickly to do anything. Ling and Katie her holding her arms and playing with her now exposed breasts, and Justine was pushing and pulling Angela's hips forcing her to impale her ass on Justine's plastic cock just as she was impaling Brenda's ass. The pressure of the harness on her clit, even through her jeans, combined with the thought of what was happening to her, began to arouse Angela. She moaned loudly, and she resumed her aggressive fucking of Brenda, even though the more vigorous stroke were echoed in the reaming of her own ass. The burning in Angela's ass began to recede from her mind, and she could feel herself starting to get closer to orgasm. Justine's mouth was by her ear, whispering for Angela to move faster, to pound harder, to fuck herself on Justine's cock. Almost without warning the orgasm hit Angela like a freight train. She doubted she had ever cum so hard in her life. She almost screamed in ecstasy, and her knees buckled as she collapsed onto Brenda. The orgasm stretched of for several seconds, leaving her dazed and unable to stand. She felt the women pull her off of Brenda, and they laid her on her side on the floor as she recovered. Brenda stood back up carefully and looked around. Her asshole was burning, and she was thankful that the invasion of her ass had stopped. She looked down at her tormenter and had to smile. Angela was laying on the floor, her shirt and bra pulled up to expose her breasts, and a hole in the back of her jeans that exposed the harness straps coming off of the dildo still in her ass. Justine walked up to Brenda, and gave her a long passionate kiss. Brenda's knees wobbled, her heart pounded, and any pain she still felt from the abuse Angela had inflicted seemed to fade like magic. Justine pulled away and looked at Brenda as she played with the older woman's nipples. "You did very well pet, I'm very proud of you," Justine looked into Brenda's eyes as she spoke. Against all reason, that praise filled Brenda with joy. She felt so proud that she had been able to do as Justine told her. She wondered what was going on in her mind that she could somehow be glad to be Justine's pet. It was bizarre that she could be so grateful to Justine for tormenting Angela, even though it was Justine who had allowed Angela to abuse Brenda in the first place. But she had to admit that those were her feelings. She was falling into an abyss, and she couldn't tell where it was going to lead. Come on pet, pull you clothes on," Justine snapped Brenda out of her reverie. "It's Friday night, and we have a lot more partying to do before it's over." TO BE CONTINUED... * I'd like to thank Allison for her suggestions on the cucumber, I hope the story matches up with your expectations. I'd also like to thank Angela for... uhm... inserting herself into the story, although maybe not in the way she expected. And of course Brenda for being the inspiration of the story. She finds the humiliation in these stories particularly arousing, so any comments that might make her more embarrassed are greatly appreciated. As always any problems with the telling of the story are all due to my meager skills. If you have any helpful feedback, I need all the help I can get.