11 comments/ 150115 views/ 40 favorites Liz's Bad Day at Work By: TheDarkCloud Liz Locke strutted into the office looking every inch the confident businesswoman on the rise that she knew she was. Liz had it all, looks, charm and smarts. She was a leggy five foot seven with straight, brown, shoulder length hair and wide almond shaped eyes. She had a slim, athletic figure but she had curves and her outfits at work always were designed to be smartly sexy. She was 25 and four years at University had made her think she knew it all, straight A's resulted and she was now on the fast track to success in the financial services office she was now working in. And that made her unpopular with some of her colleagues. Liz could have cared less, she just flashed her perfect smile at them and strode confidently to her desk. She walked past her older colleagues, Stella, whose desk she sat across from ignoring the older blondes glance at her watch. Liz was five minutes late but she didn't care. A few minutes later she was opening her e-mails and her day was about to take a most unexpected turn. From a sender called "Black Male" on his generic e-mail address was an email with several attachments. Liz thought it was junk mail but the heading of "Liz Locke porn history" was more than enough for her to not bin it immediately. Opening it her mind raced, her mouth went dry and her pulse quickened, she already had a sinking feeling about this. "Check this out folks, our own Ice Maiden Miss Locke isn't quite so fucking perfect after all." Read a message above a series of attachments. Everything and everyone else in the large office disappeared from Liz's focus as she nervously clicked on the first attachment praying that it wasn't going to be what she though it would be. She gasped as the image downloaded and she realised it was. Aged 20 and in her second year of University Liz had been a very different person. She had been fun loving and carefree and had gone out with a guy that was into all kinds of shit and Liz had spent six months or so doing all kinds of weird and wonderful things, many relating to sex. It was just a phase and when her grades had dropped she had refocused, fallen out with him and gotten back on the track towards what she really wanted, money, power and a ultra successful career. But she had had some pictures taken and now she was looking at them. The first was of her in an expensive silk night-dress, it was high cut so most of her legs were on show but it was clearly her. It was like she had barely aged at all in the intervening years, she had retained her youthful looks almost perfectly. In the picture she was side on to the camera and smirking at it with her left hand clearly reaching under the hem of the dress between her legs. Each image that followed was increasingly explicit and damning. The next saw her topless, fondling her pert breasts. The next saw her stark naked, legs spread and her reaching down to hold her shaven pussy lips apart as if she was a pro. The forth made her groan as it was a close up of her face as she swallowed a thick, black cock between her bright red lips. The fifth showed the same cock hanging limply in front of her face while her face was splattered with a full coating of cum, it was in her eyelashes and up her nose. The final picture showed her sitting with her face covered in cum while holding two black cocks in her hand, one either side of her head. Liz managed to contain herself, she could not allow anyone to know about this. She also knew there were worse pictures and a film out there somewhere. She regretted her youthful folly but the truth was she could not undo it now. She scrolled the email down and read the message. "This e-mail will be sent to the entire company if you do not do what you are told Liz. So let's get started shall we? I want you to reach under your skirt and remove your panties without leaving your chair. If you get up without having taken them off this email will be sent to everyone on the company's distribution list." And that was the end of the email. Liz sat stunned for minutes before trying to regain a modicum of composure. Her mind was in a mess, just five minutes ago she had been cool, calm and collected and about to embark on another day of career ladder climbing and now she was faced with this, her darkest, dirtiest secret! She looked up and glanced around the spacious office wondering which of the bastards was doing this. Stuart? Could be, he had tried it on at the Christmas Night out. Alex? No, he was too quiet, but still what was it they said about quiet ones? Chris? The plumby voiced public school boy? Or Jamie who had acted like her friend but was that just an act. They were all at their desks working hard and offering Liz no clues as to her blackmailer. Then she decided to do it. What else could she do? If those pictures got around the office her life would be intolerable and she would not be able to face any of her colleagues again. She glanced over at icy blonde Stella and could only imagine the look on her face. No, it would be too much. She tried to move as slowly and as carefully as possible, her long, elegant fingers suddenly trembling and nervous. Her right hand moved under the hem of her short skirt and hooked into the lacy material of her panties. She was blushing furiously though a glance up revealed no one was even looking at her. She wriggled uncomfortably on her chair, sure that anyone looking would know what she was up to. She grasped the panties and pulled at them, tugging them down slightly on one side. It was as slow process but inch by inch they moved. Then once they were free of her buttocks and pussy and around her thighs her telephone went off and she nearly jumped out of her seat! It was a customer and it took all the self control Liz had left to listen to his request and process it on the system. As she hung up she thrust her hand under her skirt and pulled out her panties quickly moving them into her top drawer on the unit under her desk. Still no one seemed to be watching her. She straightened her skirt and stood up, making a bee line for the toilets where she splashed water in her face and stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could feel the cool air in the bathroom on her bare pussy and it sent tingles through her body. What the fuck was going on? She returned to another e-mail from the mysterious source. "Well done Elizabeth, now if you open your bottom drawer on the right and look at the back you will find a little something I left for you a week or so ago when you were on holiday. Take it out, turn it on and insert it where it belongs -- you will know. After it's been in there a few moments ask one of you colleagues over and speak to them while it is operating. I'll send another mail after that." Liz leaned down and slid her drawer open and had a sinking feeling as she rummaged in the drawer before coming across a long, thin silver vibrator! From the wording of the mail she had suspected as much but seeing it there was a real blow to her. The real problem was that she had no one to argue or reason with, she didn't know who it was that was doing this so she could hardly do much about it. Swallowing nervously she waited until she was sure no one was looking her way and twisted the end of the dildo and slipped it under the hem of her skirt and pushed it up and into the slick, shaven entrance to her pussy and pressed it fully inside her. She gave an involuntary shudder as it worked it's vibrating magic on her tender areas. Liz supressed a shudder and tried to control herself and her feelings. This whole morning was like one big, erotic dream / nightmare. The way she was feeling right then she could barely imagine lasting until lunchtime without cumming at least once. The thought of climaxing there in her chair in the office was at once thrilling and terrifying. She thought that perhaps she should get on and perform the second task in the email sooner rather than later. A scan of the office left her in no doubt as to who she would get over there - it had to be Stella. Although the ice cold platinum blonde was a woman she doubted that the extremely efficient workaholic would give a second thought to whether Liz was a little 'flustered' or not. Plus, Liz felt sure this must be the handiwork of one of the men in the office, Stuart, or Chris or even Alex and that Stella offered the best chance of escaping undetected. She busied herself with a couple of urgent emails, desperately trying to ignore the warm throbbing between her legs and then the perfect opportunity arose. Stella got up to get a sheet from the printer and as she crossed the room, Liz called out. "Em, Stella, do you have a minute, I've got something I'd like to run past you." Several head rose in the office at this request. Everyone else saw Liz and Stella in competition as the Alpha female of the office. Both in similar positions and both striving to advance their careers. Both good looking, hard nosed business women that showed little interest in anything other than career advancement. Their competition / rivalry was unspoken rather than anything too overt but certainly it was unusual for one to ask the other for help or a favour. Stella paused half way back to her desk before nodding. "Of course Liz, be right there." She dropped the print out at her own desk then walked over to Liz's desk. Stella, as ever was dressed in a business sexy fashion. She might have been seven years Liz's senior at 32 years old but she was still as sexy as hell. Her long, bold hair straight and cascading over her shoulders. Her lips bee stung and inviting and her blue eyes mesmerising to most of the males in the office. She wore a black jacket and (short) skirt combination and stockings beneath, with killer heels on her designer shoes. "What seems to be the problem?" Liz squirmed a little as Stella stood beside her and leaned down, suddenly the vibrator was almost too much for Liz and she had to force herself to ignore it's ministrations as she described a query from one of her clients. A query that she knew the answer to but had used it as cover to draw her colleague over to meet the terms of the blackmailer's email. Stella gave her the answer very matter of factly and seemed a little surprised that Liz had needed her assistance with it and strutted back to her desk feeling just a bit more important than before. Liz felt the opposite. She damned her blackmailer for her doing that, it might not have seemed like much but she felt she had lost ground to her office rival. At half past eleven Liz finally got another email with further instructions. "You are doing very well Liz. You so seem to be enjoying yourself somewhat, I see you squirming on your chair every so often! Anyway, time for the next part of the deal. At lunch time you may remove the vibrator and place it in your top drawer - do not attempt to clean it in any way, I want your juices on it. You will go out at lunch you have some shopping to do. And what are you buying you may ask. Well some reading matter is in order. You will buy 1 copy of each of these magazines - Playboy, Hustler, CumSluts and Black Cocks for White Sluts. I'm sure you will be able to source copies of each within easy distance of the office. You will bring them in without a bag and place them in each of the trays on your desk, cover upwards. Of course you can place paperwork on top of them but they must stay on your desk like that for the duration of the afternoon. Once they are in place I will give you your next instructions. Happy shopping! X" Liz read then reread the missive, barely registering the time or her work. This situation just got worse and worse. She couldn't imagine going out and buying these magazines, how embarrassing and humiliating it would be far less placing them on her desk where they may be discovered by anybody! As galling as this proposal was she could not find the inner strength to deny it. Those photographs of her indiscretions were too much for her to allow to be exposed so she decided she must risk doing as she was told, despite the nagging voice in her head that asked where all this may end. So at twelve thirty Liz managed to slip the dildo out from her sopping wet pussy (indeed when she stood to leave she was horrified to see a small damp spot on the fabric her chair) and dropped it into her top drawer of her desk and quickly got her coat and bag and out into the fresh air of the city. She took a deep breath and walked around the corner from her office and collapsed onto a wooden bench and tried to gather her thoughts and make sense of all that had occurred that morning. She took five minutes before realising that she had better get moving as she only had an hour for lunch and buying these titles (she had written them neatly on a yellow post-it note and slipped it in her purse). She didn't bother trying to buy lunch and instead headed straight for the nearest newsagent and stepped inside as a bell rang to announce her arrival. The shopkeeper was an Asian in his twenties and her stood speaking rapidly in a foreign language as Liz entered. Trying to look casual (and failing miserably) Liz scanned the top shelf of the magazine racks and didn''t know whether to be pleased or not as she spotted first Hustler then CumSluts up there. Nervously gulping, and aware the men had stopped chattering and were watching her, the petite brunette stretched up and managed to snag both magazines in consecutive snatches. Just as she secured the second magazine the door bell went and in walked an old woman who bustled forward and stood at the counter waiting to be served. The proprietor moved to serve her but his eyes never seemed to leave Liz and she burned with embarrassment as she stood holding her hardcore pornographic magazines. And then the old woman couldn't find her purse in her handbag and stood aside and motioned for Liz to pay while she searched. Liz summoned up her courage and placed the magazines on the counter and searched in her purse for a ten pound note to cover the cost. To her horror as the man rang them up, staring all the time at her the old woman found her purse and stood beside her as he placed her purchases back on the counter. Seeing the titles and the lurid, pornographic pictures on the covers the old woman gasped and looked at Liz like she was some kind of axe murderer. It shamed her to the core and she just handed over the cash and hurried out not waiting for any cash. Only to be called back by a loud irate voice. "Excuse me, where are you going? That's not enough money for those!" Stunned, Liz stopped with her hand on the open door and shamefacedly turned back. "I'm sorry, are you sure? I gave you a ten pound note." With the audience of a goggling old woman and a grinning Pakistani man the shopkeeper spoke deliberately slowly and loudly. "Yes I am sure. You bought Hustler and CumSluts and that comes to £12.98 and I would ask you to pay or I will have to call the police." Liz literally dragged a five pound note from her purse and gave it to the man and burst from the shop almost in tears and hurried away. Aware she still had two more magazines to get. For the moment she put her purchases in her handbag and scanned the streets for another newsagent. In the next newsagent Liz entered she picked up the latest issue of Playboy and despite a hot picture of busty Brit babe Kelly Brook on the cover she managed to get in, purchase it and get out without too much trouble. But of the fourth, most lurid title, she could find no sign and hurried from the shop aware that she did not have long left in her lunch hour before heading back. A dingy, run down corner store offer Liz her last realistic opportunity and upon entering she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that the title "Black Cocks And White Sluts" was loomed over her. She stared at it for a moment and then realised that it was too high up, even on tip toes she could not reach it! She turned to the shop assistant and saw that it was black youth, hardly out of his teens. He was tall though and staring at Liz as she turned to him. "Er, excuse me?" "Yeah?" "Erm, I wonder if you could assist me, I can't reach the magazine I need." He strode forward expectantly. "Which one is it Mam?" Liz flushed scarlet as she spoke. "Erm, that one, er, Black Cocks and White Sluts." He looked at her with a huge grin on his face and plucked the magazine from the rack and handed it to Liz. The picture on the front showed a blonde girl with six hard dicks at various points of the compass around her face. Liz dug into her purse and handed over the correct money this time and turned to flee, but as she reached the door the youth shouted after her. "Miss, you know if you're into that kind of thing I got the real thing here any time you want to try it!" The door jammed in her hurry to get out and it took three pulls to finally get out and be able to almost run back to the office, her porn buried in her bag. * She was five minutes late back into the office and she felt every single pair of eyes turn to stare at her as she got in and sat at her desk. She just brazened things out. The magazines were under her arm in a pile, with both showing ends displaying back pages that had nothing more revealing than adverts so it looked like the brunette had just been out buying glossy magazines. Before doing anything further she slipped the magazines into the piles in her trays as she had been instructed and smoothed her hair back and breathed deeply before checking her e-mail. She saw there was a new one from her tormentor and even as she opened it she remembered about her drawer, pulled it open to reveal the dildo coated in her love juices were gone a little black velvet bag had replaced it. "Liz, are you OK? I was wanting to ask you about the Rothman's account." Liz nearly jumped out of her skin at Jamie's voice coming from right beside her. She shut the drawer and turned to him, flustered. "What? Yes. Ok. How can I help?" Jamie was a shaven haired hunk, who clearly fancied himself as a Ladies man. Could he be her mystery blackmailer thought Liz as she shut her email down without looking at it and feeling nervous about the hardcore porn stashed on her desk and wondering what the hell was in that velvet bag. "Yeah, I was wondering if you had the paperwork that went with this big credit note you raised for them last month. You know, the one you did before you handed the account over to me?" Drawn back to work matters Liz momentarily forgot her day from hell and wracked her brain for where that paperwork was and was just in the process of lifting up a large pile from one of her filing trays when she saw the glossy magazine cover peek out below and she dropped it back down. "Give me a moment Jamie, I'll bring it over when I've got it." "Um sure." Liz watched him stroll back to his desk and lifted the pile again, horrified by the thought that if she had continued and picked up the whole pile Jamie would have been staring down at the cover to Black Cocks and White Sluts! She shoved some sheets of paper in the tray over the magazine then lifted the pile and handed it over to Jamie before returning to her desk. Jamie had looked really smug when she handed it over, did he know something? Was he her blackmailer. she took her seat and opened the email she hadn't read since her return after lunch. "Mmmmm. Liz that vibrator tasted so fucking good. I licked it clean at lunchtime. I do hope you managed to get all your magazines at lunchtime should make for interesting reading material for you tonight. Now you may see in the drawer I've left another little present for you. As soon as you can go to the toilet, open the bag and put on what lies inside. You will keep them on all afternoon. Until the next time,.x" Liz's Bad Day at Work Ch. 02 Liz sat on the elevated bus seat and concentrated on keeping her legs as tightly together as she could. The skirt she was wearing came to higher than mid thigh and at Stella's command the day before she was wearing no knickers. It really was too revealing by half and sitting here on the bus travelling to work in the city with two nerdish looking school boys sitting directly across from her could not have been much more embarrassing. They stared intently at the acres of thigh she was displaying and she knew the slightest wrong move would afford them a view of her shaven snatch. Just as she thought that she had made it to her stop safely a car pulled out in front of the bus and the bus driver sank the brakes on hard. Everyone on the bus that wasn't holding onto a rail or bar was jolted from their position, including Liz, whose legs had to go wide to keep her balance. The effect of spreading her legs was to raise the mini skirt about an inch and a half and the two boys got a lovely glimpse of her tight, hairless pussy. As Liz blushed and hurried to cover her modestly she saw a damp patch spread on one of the boys trousers. The bus came to a stop and she couldn't get up quickly enough, with a withering look and shake of disapproval from an old lady one seat further across at the brazen display. Just the start of another bad day at the office for Liz Locke.... * Liz hurried along the pavement on her very high heels. Again they were not her choice but that of Stella, her 'Mistress'. Liz shook her head in frustration and continued along the pavement, occasionally catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glass fronts of the stores she passed and stunned at just how short this fucking skirt was. It all built up the frustration and when she finally reached her office building and punched in the security code she was in a real mood. And the fact Stella had told her to be 30 minutes early hardly helped matters either. And there stood Stella waiting for her. Cool as a cucumber the blond smirked as Liz entered, they were the only ones in and would likely be so for twenty minutes or so at least. "Morning Liz. Skirts suits you. Makes you look like a right slut." Liz fumed and would quite happily have scratched Stella's eyes out but instead gained a measure of control over her temper and addressed her older colleague. "Look Stella. You have had your fun. Humiliated me. Embarrassed me. Degraded me. Had your way with me, OK, but this can't continue. I can't put up with this any more." Stella's cold, hard blue eyes settled on her younger colleague and seemed to bore into her inner psyche to see if Liz was strong enough to back up these words. After a moment she stepped across the office toward Liz and without warning plunged her hand up and under the mini skirt and pressed her index finger up against and into Liz's cunt. There was sufficient wetness there to convince Stella. "Don't try me you snivelling little bitch. You know what happens the moment you decide you've had enough. Everyone in this office and on your email contacts list gets to see that hardcore porn photoshoot. Worse than that the IT dept start delving into your computer and find you've watched a few files outwith the firms policy." "But you made me watch them..." "So? And even better it come out that you've been fucking one of the cleaners after hours." "It was only once and you made me." "Again so? You did it. And unless you lose the whiny attitude and get back to doing what I tell you without question everyone will know about these indiscretions and I doubt your rising career will be going any further. Still perhaps you can return to hardcore porn, eh?" As much as Liz wanted to stand up to these bullying tactics she knew she was not strong enough mentally to risk her career and instead her big eyes dropped down in a sign of submission. Stella withdrew her finger and deliberately licked it clean before continuing. "So we're clear? Good. Now I have an important task for you this afternoon but I think for your insubordination you should pay a penalty this morning. You know young Kevin, the office junior? I may be wrong but I don't think he's popped his cherry yet. You are going to change that by lunchtime." She smiled as she listened to Liz's pathetic objections then pleas but stayed resolute. "No Liz, you're just being silly of course a slut like you can seduce a poor, spotty, 18 year old like that and have your wicked way with him. I would suggest the stationary cupboard but it's up to you. If I don't see him going around here at lunchtime with a big cheesy smile then, well, you know what I might just do. And you do want to please your Mistress, don't you?" Defeated the sexy brunette nodded and accepted her fate. "Now" continued Stella, "I seem to have scuffed my shoes on the way in this morning. Clean it up will you? With your tongue!" "What here? But what if someone comes in?" asked a panicked Liz. Stella treated her to her trademark, cool, unconcerned look as she answered. "Then, my dear, they will see what an obedient little pet you are won't they? Now hurry up and get licking, I really shouldn't have to keep reminding you that you really have no say in these matters." Liz had little option given her predicament and realising that figured it would be better to do it sooner rather than later. So in her too short skirt she dropped to her knees and grimaced as she began to pathetically lick at Stella's designer shoes. Lucky Kevin arrived at work at nine that morning not knowing the joys that day would hold for him. He had been in the office for three months now and had kept himself to himself and kept out of trouble. If someone had told him that morning that he would be fucking Miss Locke in the stationary cupboard he would probably have collapsed with shock and excitement. He fancied Miss Locke, but then so must anyone with a pulse he thought. Liz watched Kevin as he moved around the office handing out mail that had arrived that morning. God he looked so young! Stella truly was a mega bitch. He was 18 years old, Liz knew that at least having signed his birthday card a few weeks ago as it was passed around. He looked like a bit of a nerd, tall, gangly, wearing glasses and not a hint of being cool. It should be easy to seduce him and as luck would have it Liz had the perfect excuse to get him alone. "Erm, Kevin?" He looked round already blushing. He wasn't the only one to look up Stella broke of typing an email to pay attention. "Erm, I've got this big report to do for a client and I need to get a load of stuff from the stationary cupboard. I know that's kinda your job so I was wondering if we could go down there later and I can get all the materials I need." It was convincing because it actually was the truth. Normally Liz would just have sent Kevin a note telling him what she needed but it wasn't unrealistic for her to accompany him down there to scope the materials out herself. Kevin gulped and swallowed and nervously said it was fine and to come get him when she wanted to go down. This unfortunate comment brought a little snort of derision from Stella but no one else seemed to notice it. Liz waited until after 10 that morning, when there was a large meeting that involved a good number of her colleagues in one of the upper offices. Risking a glance at Stella as she did it she dialled Kevin's number and said that she'd be down to the stationary cupboard presently and she'd be glad if he could come along and help her. Actually it wasn't so much a cupboard as a small room. There was a small table in the centre of it and shelves on the other three walls packed full of every stationary items known to man. By the time Liz got to the room Kevin was already in there waiting, he must have dropped what he was doing and rushed there when she called. He stammered pathetically as he tried to address her. "M-M-Miss Locke, how c-c-can I h-help you?" Liz's smile was the type that could melt hearts and she unveiled it to the nervous boy there. "You can start by calling me Liz, Kevin. We're colleagues you don't need to be so polite." She said this as she brushed passed him to enter the room and lean on the table. Just her touch made him excited. She turned and pretended to scan the top shelf and exclaimed as she spotted a row of four hole punches. "Just what I need. Here pass that step and I'll see which one I like." Liz was actually enjoying this, on one level. She shouldn't be, she knew that but flaunting herself like this was actually arousing her. She took a metal step from Kevin and climbed up its three steps and knew that with the shortness of her skirt and the angle she was leaning at she would be revealing far too much to him now. A swift glance told her that he indeed, could not resist staring up her legs and beyond. "Like what you see Kevin?" There the subtlety ended. Stella wanted her to fuck this boy? Well she would get it, Liz was not going to muck about. With the lad blushing and not knowing quite what to say Liz descended to his level and planted a firm, wet kiss on his lips before seductively dropping to her knees. She knew this was wrong and that she should be reluctant to do this but it was like she had been overcome with some wanton lust. It was easy to use Stella's blackmail as an excuse but the truth was Liz enjoyed being used like this, no doubt. And Kevin was about to enjoy it too as Liz unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiff, teenage dick and slowly stroked it with her hand. She looked up at him with her wide, enticing eyes and he nearly shot his load there and then. Just her soft hands gentle touch on his foreskin was making his member twitch already. Part of her would have liked to take longer over this, she was soaking wet herself, the element of risk proving to be quite the turn on this time. But clearly Liz had a limited time to do this and she took complete command of the situation. While she was on her knees she risked licking the teenagers dick a few times, getting as much of her saliva on his penis as possible before she brushed all the items from the desk in the middle of the room and mounted it, pulling her skirt up with it and presenting her ass and pussy to the young man behind her. She was facing the closed door to the room as she felt his clammy hands clutch her tight ass cheeks. "Oh Wow!" "Hurry up and take me Kevin. And be quiet about it someone could come along at any moment and hear us!" His slick and aroused dick easily slipped inside her cunt and she gave a low sigh, part way between satisfaction and revulsion at herself. Kevin didn't care he was quickly balls deep inside just about the most beautiful woman he had ever met. This was his every wet masturbatory dream come true and he never gave a thought to how exactly this had come to pass. He shoved his glasses back up his nose and set to fucking Liz in the same style as the guys he had watched on his porno DVD's. Liz's front was pushed into the table and her head was down but she was able to lift it enough to glimpse a slight movement at the door. She had no time to even contemplate the horror of discovery before she saw the swish of blonde hair at the gap and recognised Stella standing there, watching them. Stella saw Liz looking and smirked, gave a mocking thumbs up then held up her mobile phone, Liz could guess that the bitch was recording this. Kevin did not see her as right about then he had his eyes screwed shut and was somehow holding out a shout of sheer ecstasy as his teenage dick exploded and he came in a rush deep inside Liz. Stella gave a little wave then disappeared as Kevin collapsed on top of her. "Oh wow, that was amazing Miss Locke, that was brilliant. Am I your boyfriend now?" Liz groaned at the nerds response and managed to push herself up and get him off her. "Er, yes Kevin, that was nice but I don't think we could enter into a relationship just now. That was just a little fun. You enjoyed it didn't you? Good. Well maybe we'll do it again sometime, eh? But for now I need to get back to my desk before we get discovered." She got out of there sharpish before the youngster came up with any other questions but she was stopped in the corridor outside the main office by an altogether too smug Stella. "Enjoy that? Give young Kevin the time of his life? I'll bet! Anyway you'd better go and catch up on your work but we're doing lunch together, you and I. Take it at 12.30 and we'll go and have some fun!" * Liz leaving for lunch with Stella attracted one or two looks from their colleagues. They had hardly been friends at work before and them going out together would have been a first. Liz didn't like it at all, she had been looking forward to the break from all this pressure that a quiet lunchtime would have given her and could only imagine that Stella would have more of her cruel mischief in mind. The only positive thing about it for Liz was that it meant she was hardly likely to bump into Kevin in the office over her lunch hour, she dreaded that particular meeting and where she would take things with him. Both women left the office in the city at a fair rate on their high heels and cut quite the sight as they marched on, the ice cool blonde Stella taking the lead and sexy, younger Liz following a step behind. "So how was your toyboy?" Stella's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You shouldn't have made me do that. It's not fair. On him or me. Please Stella can you end this, I don't know if I can take any more. Please?" Stella smirked and veered into a Starbucks. "Buy me a coffee and I'll think about it. Don't bother getting one for yourself though, you should watch your figure." That remark was hardly necessary as Liz had a slimmer, sexier figure than Stella but she did not retort and instead got the blonde her hot drink and followed her out. "I've thought about it Liz and decided that no, on the whole I'd rather go on having my fun with you. And you like it, don't you? Don't lie bitch, I know the truth. You like being told to do all these things, deep down inside it gives you an excuse to humiliate yourself and indulge your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, doesn't it? So no, I'm going to go on using you for my ends and amusement. I have a particular job for you this afternoon, perhaps if you succeed at that I might be tempted to relax my control on you." This gave Liz at least some hope of escape from the older blonde but her heart also lurched as she took on board that she had to do something for her that afternoon, if only she knew that things were nearer and worse than that... Stella had led them down a succession of alleys leading away from the main thoroughfare they had walked down until they were into a street that was much quieter than some of the earlier ones. Stella smiled and pointed to a begger, sitting cross legged in a shadowy archway. "Go and see how much cash he's got and offer to suck him off for the cash in his cup." Liz looked aghast at Stella and exclaimed. "Fuck no! I'm not doing that! I don't care if I lose my job, no way am I sucking off that disgusting thing!" "Hmm. You don't care that everyone, your friends, family and colleagues will know that you were a porn star in your youth? That you watch porn on your work computer? That you fucked one of the cleaners? That you fucked the office junior? You don't care about that?" Liz listened to each charge and shook her head, she did care but she would not do this, she would stand up to Stella this time. "Well Liz maybe you should know what I was doing while you were seducing young Kevin. Before I came down there to capture the moment on film I went to your desk and down loaded some images from this (she held up a memory stick) onto your computer. Let's just say they're not strictly legal shall we? Now if you decide to continue to disobey my orders I will just have to make a phone call to Mark in IT and suggest that I saw you looking at them at your desk and ask him to investigate. I'm sure he'll be diligent enough to get the police in before too long. Now bitch? DO you want to reconsider your fucking answer?" Stella's voice turned ice cold at the end and the look she fixed Liz with was one of pure venom. Liz felt that Stella was in no way bluffing and the pretty brunette looked from her to the dishevelled creature in the shadowed alcove and gave a sob of frustration before blurting out. "All right! I'll do it! I'm sorry Stella. Please don't tell anyone!" Stella reached up and grabbed Liz's hair and forced her to look directly at the blonde as she spoke. "As long as you remember who owns your ass now bitch! Now get a move on we don't want to be late back to the office, do we?" Liz pulled herself free of Stella's hold and staggered towards the shadowy alcove where the wretched looking creature sat, cross legged barely focussing. He was almost catatonic and he barely registered the beautiful woman's approach. Almost automatically he lifted his dead eyes and asked pathetically. "Spare some change?" There was no hope in his voice and for a moment Liz felt a pang of sympathy. Then she glanced around at Stella and all her sympathy was for herself. She quickly moved in over him, off the street and nearly out of sight and lowered herself so that she was squatting before him and inches from his face. She lifted his cup with a few coins from his hands and he let her, just managing to lift his eyes to look at her enquiringly and before she could talk herself out of this she reached her hand down and under his ragged trousers and found his limp dick within. That brought his eyes open and something approaching a smile as she cautiously wrapped her elegant fingers around his dick and began to wank him. God, thought Liz, this was the absolute pits and yet something about the humiliation of the situation was making her panties damp! She flushed in embarrassment and stooped further into the shadows for the final part of her degradation. All under the watchful, mocking eye of Stella. Liz swallowed the wino's stiffening dick into her mouth while still masturbating him, hurrying through it to get it over with as quickly as possible. He was still in something between a daze and a coma and said nothing as this glamorous slut gave him his first blow job in over five years (and the nearest thing his dick had had to a wash in over two!). He came with barely a grunt, the first Liz realising was her mouth flooding with a sour liquid that she nearly gagged on. As she knelt on the ground spluttering and spitting Stella gave a harsh laugh and barked at her colleague. "That it then? Hurry up slut, we need to get back to work, we've got an important meeting this afternoon!" The suddenly business-like blonde turned on her heel and Liz struggled to her feet and walked after her, sparing only the briefest of glances back at the homeless tramp she had just given head to. It was impossible to compute, he sat there still and pathetic and Liz couldn't quite get over the fact that she had just sucked his cock and swallowed his filthy cum. All the while turned on at her utter humiliation. In fact they were nearly back at the office before she thought about Stella's words. What meeting did they have? Liz certainly wasn't aware of it. As the went in the door Stella hissed under her breathe to her. "No drinks bitch. And no visits to the loo. I want you tasting that stinking tramps cum for as long as possible." Then Stella's face went into a wide laugh as if she had just shared a joke and headed to her desk while Liz stood dazed. Eventually Liz found her way back to her own desk and absent-mindedly went through her emails and faxes. She really wasn't up to concentrating on her work though so saved anything that looked remotely taxing for the next day and reduced herself to the most brain numbing, simple tasks she could find. Still it was difficult to escape all that she had done that day. Allowing Kevin to fuck her had been bad enough but she could not think that she had ever been any lower than giving a blow job to that disgusting street dweller. Liz's Bad Day at Work Ch. 02 "Liz! That's my clients here now, are you ready?" Stella's voice was crisp and businesslike and Liz nearly jumped from her seat at it as she called across the office after taking a phone call. Liz nodded and got unsteadily to her feet and obediently followed her colleague from the main office towards the conference room. As they entered Stella warmly greeted two men and Liz tried to keep her composure as she looked at them. They were two hugely overweight businessmen in sweaty shirts and tight suits and both looked positively sleazy. "Guys, this is my colleague Liz, she's going to help me get your name on this here contract. Liz this is Steve Jones and Bob Collins from Servco." They shook hands with Liz but she was aware immediately of the two men leering at her and sizing her up. She was already uncomfortable in their presence as Stella sat them all down around the round table. Liz's fear dissipated as Stella led the two men through the proposed agreement and contract in a very business like fashion and Liz was soon wondering exactly what she was doing there. That question was apparently answered after half an hour of discussion back and forth on the contract Stella turned to Liz and basically ordered her to go and make them all tea and biscuits. Liz blushed, she was on the same pay level and structure as Stella yet the blonde was treating her as little more than a trainee. Making a weak effort at a smile the brunette got up and left the room and was more than aware of Stella leaning forwards conspiratorially as she exited the room. Liz was only gone for about five minutes but by the time she returned she entered a very different conference room. It was darker for one thing. The blinds had been pulled. As she pushed open the door while carrying the tea tray her eyes squinted to see properly and she very nearly did drop the tray when she saw what was going on. Both of the fat clients were standing and had their trousers and pants at their ankles while Stella was kneeling between them and giving them both a hand job. "Oh good, you're back Liz. Put the tray down and lock the door we don't want to be disturbed." Working almost automatically Liz turned and placed the tray carefully on the table. She looked at the two fat clients with their dicks out and leering openly at her as Stella released their cocks and got up and locked the door behind Liz, and wondered at how her second day from hell could get any worse while also hating that her pussy was rapidly getting wetter. "Guess my secret's out Liz, this is how I secured this particular contract and for this renegotiation you are going to help me get it again. I'll get all the credit of course, and the bonus, but hey look at the training and insight I'm giving you!" Liz had used her looks to get ahead before, she was a good looking girl and she had flirted with clients before but this was a few steps beyond that. She glanced at Stella and couldn't quite believe that the ice cold blonde bitch used her body to secure deals, she just came across so businesslike and professional. Stella returned her look and snapped. "Clothes off and on your knees Liz, time to show Steve and Bob what a slut my esteemed colleague really is!" The two smug, overweight businessmen came to the table and picked up their coffees and began to drink from them while they watched the sexy young executive tentatively begin to strip off for them. Just a few days ago she could never have done this and certainly not without an argument but after all she had done on the back of Stella's blackmail she did not bother putting up any resistance. She submissively unbuttoned her jacket and then her blouse. Her skirt followed then her stockings and finally her bra and panties went leaving the slim brunette stark naked before the other three. The two men were literally drooling at the mouth, slobbering at her fit body. "You will find, gentleman, that my colleague is very eager to please and indeed I am sure she will be even more accommodating than I was to retain your business for the company. Won't you Elizabeth?" Stella treated Liz to the biggest shit-eating smile imaginable, all the while mentally reminding her of the various footage and pictures she held on her. Stella knew it, Liz knew it and Liz just gave a weak nod of ascent. "Good, on your knees then slut, the boys are waiting." Liz Locke was noted throughout the company for her prim and proper, business like nature and professional manner, how her colleagues would have been shocked to see her naked and sinking to her knees to take the two fat bastard clients cocks into each hand. She jerked each of them off hoping beyond hope that it was all they would want. It wasn't. After just a few moments they slapped her hands away and told her not to use them but to use her 'pretty mouth'. She gave them a look of disgust but leaned forward to take Steve's greasy, hairy cock into her mouth. Stella saw the look and spoke up. "Oh come on slut, we're past the point where you pretend you are disgusted by this. You fucking love it all. You love being treated like the dirty little bitch you are. Get your hand down there on your cunt and play with yourself while you show the gents your oral skills." Liz hated the fact that her fingers touching her own clit suddenly made her jump and she could then feel her own juices ooze out of her hole and coat her fingers. As she settled into a rhythm of stroking herself the slimy dick in her mouth was removed and she turned her head to take Bob's between her lips. She sucked it right down to the base until his hairy balls pressed against her chin. But Steve did not want to just stand wanking and he pressed in nearer and took the opportunity to slap his dick against Liz's cheek and in her hair. After that Liz started to alternate between their two dicks rapidly - a few hard sucks on one the release it and a few more on the other. Before long they were at full hardness and coated in a viscous mixture of pre-cum and saliva. But just as she was settling into a pattern Steve's hands reached down, grabbed her by her hair and physically hauled her to her feet before spitting into her gaping mouth then spinning her around and pushing her forward so she was bent over the conference table. "Time to seal the deal babe, open up." He stepped in behind her and pushed her thighs apart with his own. Liz looked up and found Stella sitting at the table directly across from her calmly sipping on her coffee and observing the action. "I don't want sloppy seconds man" moaned Bob as he watched Steve line his cock up in preparation of impaling Liz on it. "Well you can have her shit hole then, now shut up, you're putting me off and I'm absolutely gagging to stuff this slut's tight cunt!" Liz despaired of being spoken about and treated like nothing more than a piece of fucking meat and she looked over at the smug countenance of Stella and scowled but that was wiped off her face as her body was shunted forward as Steve's long, hard dick rammed into her pussy from behind and he reached forward to grab her hair and pull back on it as he started to fuck her frenetically over the table. It was a hard and fast and nasty fuck and despite herself Liz was aroused beyond reason. She felt like a cheap whore as the client bnaged her like that while his colleague and Stella watched them but that feeling was not entirely as desperate as it seemed. He did not last long though and all too quickly Liz felt his body stiffen then with a series of jerks and spasms he ejaculated inside her. She hated that and the fact that she had been close to cumming herself but he quickly withdrew and allowed his colleague access in behind her. Liz grimaced as Bob waddled in behind and lined his dick up with her tight asshole, she knew that no amount of ass fucking would get her off and she almost cried tears of frustration as he plunged into her butt and started a slow pound in and out of her anus. Again she looked up and again Stella's cold blue eyes seemed to see her frustration all too easily and smirk at her predicament. It was another quick, dirty shag and Bob came with an animalistic grunt and filled Liz's ass cavity with several thick spurts of cum. He pulled out too quickly and had to cup the last dribbles in his hand to save it spilling onto the carpet. Stella saw the situation at once and barked an order at Liz. "You dumb bitch! You should have made sure it was all inside you! Quickly turn around and suck that all up and him clean! We can't have any dodgy stains on th ecarpet or chairs!" Part of Liz wanted to let just that happen, it would be some small thing to hold over Stella but she knew it was likely nothing she could do anything with and reluctantly peeled her titties off the wooden table surface and once more dropped to her knees and managed to suck the last dregs of cum from bob's cock and then out of his hands. Only after did it register that that cock was fresh out of her asshole. By then she didn't really care. As she was doing that Stella had produced the contract and was getting Steve's signature in all the right places. As he did that and Bob pulled his trouser sup Stella looked at Liz and asked. "You need to cum bitch?" Liz whimpered and desperately wanted to find the strength to so no but she nodded a pathetic ascent. "Then get on the table and give the boys one last thank you for this contract." She tossed Liz a black dildo and went back to the contract signing. It seemed to humiliate Liz even more that no one really paid her much heed as she crawled onto he thick wooden table and knelt atop it and eagerly thrust the plastic cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy to get herself off. The other three barely acknowledged Liz's presence, which was just further humiliation for her as she knelt up there over them and frantically played with herself to get herself off. Stella gathered the papers up and was now wholly back to her completely professional manner and rounded the men up and spoke. "Thank you Steve, Bob, now how would you like to go and grab tea, my shout of course." They agreed and grabbed their jackets as the blonde turned to Liz just as Liz came in a moaning, gushing spray all over the conference table. "You'd better clean that up slut, I don't want anyone suspecting how I managed to secure this contract for another year." Liz sighed and hated herself that she had made such a display of herself as she slumped on all fours on the hard surface of the table. The door to the room was unlocked and the two men left followed by Stella, in the background the cleaners hoovers could be heard, it was the close of another day in the office. "Better hurry bitch, or perhaps you're just waiting to fuck the cleaner again? Ha, ha. See you tomorrow, I'm sure I can find more ways you can assist me then." Liz's Bad Day at Work Liz realised she had been back almost twenty five minutes and not done what they had asked so she hurriedly grabbed the small bag and headed to the loo. Only when she was halfway across the office did she realise the risk she was running leaving her desk with the four magazines stashed on it. But she could hardly go back so, reluctantly she hurried on into the toilets. She dived into a cubicle and opened the little draw string at the top of the bag and emptied the contents into her hand. Two small crocodile teeth nipple clamps fell onto Liz's palm. "Fuck!" she hissed, then quickly shut up as the door opened outside and someone else entered the Ladies toilet block. Almost unquestioningly Liz unbuttoned her blouse enough to pull over her bra cup and then clip both of the nipple clamps on her stiff nipples. She winced as they bit in and considered for a moment taking them off, after all how could the bastard know she was or was not wearing them? But in the end she was not willing to risk upsetting him and so when she did up her blouse, flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle it was with two clamps on her nipples digging in. Standing at the hand basin washing her hands was Joanne, a coloured girl from the office, she looked up and flashed a toothy smile at Liz. "Hi. How are you doing?" Joanne was a relative new recruit and had hardly said a word to Liz in her four months employed there. Liz looked at her strangely, could she be involved in this? "Er, yeas, fine thanks." She replied before getting out of there and back to her desk. Where with horror she saw that her in tray with the copy of Hustler had been moved slightly and the bottom quarter of the magazine was visible (which was the bare thighs of some nameless bimbo model). Had she left it like that? Had someone been over and moved things? Liz felt she was cracking up. A feeling not helped by turning to her screen and a new email being there. "I hope you like them Liz. I'm sure you have them on, if you don't then you've got a problem because they must be on your perfect little titties when I check them tonight and you are now expressly forbidden to visit the bathroom until close of work tonight. If they aren't on you are going to have to get them on your nipples in full view of the office. I'll be watching. Oh but I've got something for you to do this afternoon too. You'll see three attachments to this email. I want you to watch each one, in its entirety. No skipping now and to ensure you do you need to have the three correct answer to me by five o'clock. Here's the questions: 1) The first video clip is of a bukkake. How many loads of cum does the girl take to her face? 2) Second clip is a piss video. How many people piss on the girl? 3) Final clip is from a BDSM video. How many different objects does the man use on the girl's ass? Remember, Liz, answers by five at the latest and you will not leave the office until you receive my final email of the day. Happy viewing!" Liz felt physically sick as she re-read the instructions and it sunk in that she would need to sit at her desk watching hard code porn. But having come this far she felt she couldn't back down now, it wasn't as if she was going online to access them, was it? So at least IT wouldn't see dodgy links on her machine. She sat and scanned the office, thankful that no-one was behind her desk, absolutely everyone seemed to by either busy on the phone or on their computers, it looked like no-one was interested in what she was up to. With her fingers shaking she pushed her mouse button twice and opened the first clip. The picture quality was surprisingly good and Liz narrowed her eyes and focussed on the little window that opened. She minimised it and dragged it to the bottom left corner of her screen. She had no speakers so no worries about any audio giving her away. The screen came up black then quickly to a young, pigtailed brunette on her knees with multiple naked guys around her jerking off. In other circumstances Liz might have quite enjoyed watching this but instead she tried to keep her cool and concentrate on the action, ready to count the ejaculations. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face as the first penis exploded over her, firing strings of cum over her cheek and nose, almost instantly a second cock appeared on screen and fired over the girls forehead. Liz silently counted to two. "Liz! Have you got your Health Questionnaire finished yet? It should have been in yesterday." Liz jumped out of her skin in fright at Alex's voice as he approached her desk from an angle. She fumbled for her mouse and frantically closed the screen down just as the Head of HR arrived adjacent to her desk. "Sorry Alex, sorry, what were you saying?" The heavy set, thirty something bore reminded her about the company health questionnaire and stood over her as she rifled through her stuff looking for it. It was in a tray with her copy of Cumsluts and she had to be ultra careful in pulling the questionnaire out and handing it over to him. He went away seemingly happy but Liz couldn't help wondering if his timing was entirely co-incidental. Could he have set her this challenge then come over to try and catch her out? She was aware of her paranoia now, the whole day had built and built and she wouldn't trust anyone now. With a furtive glare around the office to make sure no-one was likely to head over to her she re-opened the video clip and started counting the cum shots once again. This time she got all the way through the six minute clip. The girl took twelve cum shots to her face and as the picture froze at the end it was on her face obliterated in sticky, white semen. For a moment Liz wished she still had that fake dick between her legs looking at that cum covered girl was bizarrely, quite arousing. She broke her reverie and wrote the number on a post it then carefully opened up the second video clip. As her blackmailer had stated it was a piss video and again a cute girl was the centre of attention kneeling, naked in a bathtub surrounded by men standing around it. She was a blonde with long hair in a ponytail and Liz gave a little jump as the video lurched into life straight into a stream of piss firing down and bouncing off the pretty girl's face. She opened her mouth and the aim was adjusted so the stream was hitting her outstretched tongue. Liz had heard of watersports before but never considered it and watching this poor model take six bladderfuls did nothing to change her mind. She would have switched the film off if she could have but was aware she had to count. But as soon as it was over she wrote down the number and opened the last file. The bondage film was quite arousing to Liz in her heightened state. Watching a pretty, slim woman tied to a bench while a brute in a black mask walked around her before picking up various implements and thrashing her sexy ass was quite a thrill for Liz. She had done some light bondage with a ex a couple of years ago and enjoyed it. This appeared quite a bit heavier but seeing the woman treated like that was proving quite the turn on and she had to rewind a bit as she had lost count. But finally she had her numbers and emailed the bastard back with her answers and nothing more, she had determined not to converse with him at all. And then she waited. It was nearly an hour before a response came, during which she had managed to get some work done and had spent the rest of the time wondering who it was that was doing this to her. The clamps on her nipples were now a dull throb and she wished she could remove them but she thought now she could manage to put up with them. When the mail did arrive her fingers trembled as she opened it, sure that this would be the grand reveal. "Well done slut. You got all three numbers correct. Bet you enjoyed watching the three, didn't you? Bet you imagined yourself in those self same scenario's didn't you? Well maybe tonight will be your lucky night, who knows? You will be working late tonight. At five minutes past five you will head to the disabled toilet with your porn magazines. Once there you will strip naked and open the magazines at the four pages that are of most interest to you. Once that is set if you look in the first aid kit you will find some more items for you. Keep those nipple clamps on though. There will be a ball gag, a blind fold and a set of handcuffs. You will tie the gag in place in your mouth then unlock the door, put the blindfold over your eyes and make sure your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You must be in position like this at 5.30. If you are not in this state or chose not to go to the bathroom then there will be an anonymous email to IT detailing them that if they look hard enough they will find the signature of some interesting video clips on your work computer. The pictures of your past? Well those will come out at a later date. Do not disappoint my Elizabeth, be there, or else!" Oh this was bad and Liz chewed her nails as she read and re-read this latest message. The threat was even worse now. The pictures and film being revealed would have been terribly humiliating and embarrassing but she would surely have had some sympathy at being exposed so cruelly but if what the writer wrote happened (and the big problem was that Liz wasn't brilliant on the computer, she really didn't know the intricacies of how much covering she could do in a PC) she knew for sure that she would be facing instant dismissal and probably really would struggle to get another decent job. Fuck! She realised that she had no choice but to do the unthinkable and expose herself terribly to this creep. Five came too quickly and Liz watched as her colleagues started to shut down their work and ready themselves for their passages home. At five past she pulled the magazines from their hiding places and headed straight to the spacious disabled toilet cubicle which was at the furthest end of the building. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at anyone as she covered the magazines effectively with her arm. Having reached the cubicles she turned and locked it and took a deep breath. Courage! She implored herself. Still as terrified was she was she could not deny that there was a sexual thrill to this that she had rarely, if ever experienced before. She pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it and briefly contemplated not going through with this, but between the threat of what would happen to her if her blackmailer followed up his threats and the growing arousal to her situation, Liz decided to do as she had been told. She placed the magazines down by her side an picked up the first on - Playboy. Flicking quickly though the articles and columns she came to a photo shoot of the cover girl, Kelly Brook, she opened the magazine at quality picture that showed the busty model's tits and toned body and laid it down open to the side of the toilet bowl. The copy Hustler threw up a picture of porn Goddess Jenna Jameson that Liz was drawn to, the blonde was posing with a strap on dildo and looking mean yet extremely sexy. The picture she chose and laid out from Cumsluts was of a petite brunette on her knees while a cock ejaculated over her face, the gull arc of sperm caught by the camera as it headed towards the girls features. From the Interracial magazine Liz selected a picture of a blonde being taken from behind by a black guy while another one was shoving his dick in her mouth. She laid all four out around the toilet and with shaking hands began to undress. Liz had always been very confident with her body - she was a very good looking young woman with a terrific figure but as she stepped out of her panties and placed them on the small pile of clothing she certainly didn't feel so confident. Still, she went ahead and opened the first aid box, aware that time was moving inexorably forward. There was no surprise to find all the items there as had been described. Her blackmailer had met every condition they had set so far which made Liz all the more sure they would follow through with their threats to expose her if she were not to obey them. As she lifted the orange fetish ball gag and held it she could not help reaching down to her glistening sex and touching herself there. Her finger came away sticky as the effects of the day had had their effect on her. With trembling hands she pushed the gag into her mouth, forcing her lips wide apart then managed to strap it on place behind her head. Then she clicked on side of the handcuffs around her left wrist and stumbled towards the door and forced herself to unlock it. Then as if fearing her courage would fail her she quickly pulled the blindfold into place, knelt down before the scattered magazine images and reached behind her and managed to click her other wrist into the cuffs. She was now at the end game come what may! She knelt there like that for five minutes that felt like five hours. Trapped like that her senses were heightened and she heard every noise and smelled every aroma in that large disabled cubicle. Her mind worked overtime. Suddenly the fear came upon her that maybe it was all just a set up and nobody would show but that she would be found, naked, handcuffed and surrounded by porn by the cleaners in a couple of hours. Just as she was debating if that would be preferable and what kind of cover story she could come up with came a harsh crack as the door handle turned, followed by a couple of steps then the crack again as the door shut and bag as it was locked. Liz's senses went into hyperdrive as she realised she was locked in alone with her blackmailer! The gag left liz unable to speak or make any intelligible sound, the blindfold left her totally unable to see her opponent and the cuffs left her virtually helpless do physically do much of anything about her predicament. But she still had ears and nose that we unencumbered and she strained them in her terrified darkness. She heard sounds behind her. Like clothes being removed, shoes kicked off, strappy type noise, maybe a belt being undone? But no words, no voice. Her nose though gave her the answer she had wondered all day. A perfume slowly filled the air in the cubicle, it was very slight, not overpowering but there nevertheless and Liz knew instantly whose it was - Stella's! She spoke hopeless into her gag trying to communicate with her colleagues but it was worse than useless and she stopped instantly seconds later when something ( a belt?) was harshly lashed across her exposed buttocks. And then the final confirmation, Stella's cold, calculating, icy voice at Liz's ear. "Shut up Liz, there's a dear. I don't want to listen to your muffled groans...well, not yet anyway,hahahaha.!" There had always been a ruthless efficiency to Stella English, everyone that knew her sensed that immediately. She got the job done, quickly , efficiently and effectively whatever it was. But she was not well liked. Respected yes, admired perhaps, but liked, never. Her relationship with Liz from the first had been strained, they were both career women determined to succeed, they could never be anything other than rivals in the company. Away from the office Stella's tastes were more towards the extreme. Not for her the safety of a husband and 2 point 4 children. She had taken a string of no strings attached younger male lovers before tiring of the male of the species and targeting other women for sexual encounters. Usually younger women than her and usually she liked to sexually dominate them, take what she wanted then toss them aside. And then she had discovered Liz's dirty little secret and her evil plan had hatched which had led both women to this point in time. Stella slowly rubbed her hand over Liz's soft ass cheeks and admired them. "I've wanted you like this ever since you came here Liz. I don't like competition and there's no doubt that's what you were. Notice I said 'were' because you're not now, no, now you are my bitch. Understand!" Stella coupled announcing this with fiercely gripping Liz's hair and jerking her head back with no little force. When she released her hold Liz did all she could do at that moment and nodded her ascent. "Good. That's a good little bitch. You see, you're learning fast, a bright girl like you will quickly realise that there's nothing to be done that satisfy my every demand." She accompanied this by reaching around Liz's body to cup her pert breasts and tweaked them. Liz jumped at the unexpected touch. "But you haven't always been such a good girl have you Liz? You were a bad girl when you got those photos taken, when you were a wannabe porn star, eh? And today? What about today, you've been very naughty today, haven't you? Taking off your slutty knickers, stuffing my vibrator in your cunt, buying those filthy magazines and takign them into work and watching that disgusting porn on your work computer. Oh, yes, you've been very naughty." And with that the ice cool blond spanked Liz six times, each blow hard and fast and leaving a red marking on her perfect, creamy bottom. Liz squealed into the gag but could do little else. "And now, to ensure I don't reveal to anyone what a naughty little slut you are, you are going to please me, aren't you? Yes, you are. You will do whatever I want just to please me from now on. From here on in I am your Mistress and you are just my little slave slut, understand? And you know what slut? As much as you might not admit it, it turns you on, doesn't it? It makes you soaking fucking wet." Here Stella plunged her fingers between liz's legs and thrust them into her sopping wet cunt. There was no denying her words, Liz was horny as hell and more aroused than she could remember. Then as Stella removed her fingers from Liz suddenly she took off the blindfold and Liz was able to look around and gaze at her dominant colleague. And what a sight it was! Stella looked amazing. Gone was the smart, sexy business suited blonde without a hair out of place. Replacing her was a vision of dominance. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, her eyes were now aided with harsh, black eye liner, her breast snow encased in a tight, lace up Basque and her shoes now replaced by thigh high, kick ass boots. And strapped around her crotch was a large, strap on dildo, it looked every inch of its twelve inches in length. Liz goggled at her, unable to tear her eyes away. "Not what you expected, is it? I bet you thought it was one of those pathetic saps we work with that was blackmailing you. That they were angling just to have a quick fuck. Well, you'll soon enough wish it had been Liz, because I want so much more than that!" Stella's eyes blazed into Liz and she physically shrunk back, she had no problem, believing what she was being told. "But we will start with a fuck though. Bend over and brace yourself, I'm going to enjoy this." Still handcuffed and gagged Liz had no option but to do as she was instructed and presented her pretty ass to her new 'Mistress'. Stella got right in behind her and grabbed the back of Liz's hair and pushed the brunette's head right down, almost into the toilet bowl and then slapped her ass again before delving her hand forward and into Liz's soaking pussy. "Oh yes, you want this, don't you bitch? You want it from behind like the fucking dirty bitch you are!" And yes Liz did want it, this whole day had built to this, her sexual stress and tension had built all day and now she desperately needed to release them. She closed her eyes as Stella took her fingers away from her pussy obviously in readiness to set the fake cock to work. And then as she waited for that she got a surprise as Stella prized her ass cheeks apart and stabbed the tip of the monster dildo at Liz's tight, puckered anus. "Oh, you're going to get it all right but only where I want to put it!" Liz's Bad Day at Work And with a mighty thrust the blonde pushed her phallic instrument into her bitch. Liz made all sorts of noises into her gag but Stella ignored them and started to slowly pump in and out of the young woman's tight arsehole. While she did that she reached around and applied her fingertips right on Liz's protruding clit and rubbed at it. Liz's brain could hardly cope with the sensation's being ass fucked like this was more than she had ever experienced and it was not comfortable but she was now being brought to a definite climax as well and she screamed with pleasure into the gag as finally she was relieved and her pussy gushed a hot, wet load over Stella's fingers. Stella wiped her sticky fingers on Liz's tits and continued to ass fuck her for some time before slowing her pace down and eventually stopping with the length of the dildo stuck right up Liz's asshole. She leant there for a moment before reaching forward and undoing the gag straps and pulling it out of Liz's mouth. To her amusement a trail of saliva fell from her mouth and she gasped and grunted. "Enjoy that? I know I did. Now be a good girl and get on your knees and clean your filth off this." Liz could have spoken back, argued and tried to get through to her colleague but compelled by obedience and shame she dropped to her knees and turned to face the standing blonde once she had pulled the dick from her ass. "Open wide." Liz found the last vestiges of pride and kept her lips together but Stella grabbed her hair and jerked it and liz opened her mouth up. A second later the strap on was being pushed into her gasping mouth and slowly fucking it. Liz gagged on the taste and the deep throating action but with her arms helpless she could do little but let Stella fuck her face as hard and as fast as she liked. Stella got what she wanted and when she pulled out of Liz's mouth the black surface of her mammoth dildo was licked clean and shiny. Liz looked at the floor between her legs, unable to face her Mistress. "Well I enjoyed that, didn't you? From now on we'll be having lots of little 'adventures' out of hours and you'll start being a lot more respectful to me in the office hours too." Stella broke off as music could be heard outside, a clear indication that the cleaner had arrived in the office. The cleaner was a grubby little Eastern European man called Karl who leered at any of the female workers unlucky enough to still be there when he arrived. "That sounds Karl's her e bit early. Damn!" Stellas said then an evil look came over her face. "I need a distraction, I can't lit that little pervert see me like this." She leaned down and undid the cuffs from Liz's wrists. As Liz shook them and got feeling back in them Stella went on. "Get out there and distract him." Liz reached for her pile of clothes and like in a nightmare her blonde Mistresss stopped her. "No. I mean distract him slave. And to do that you don't need clothing. I'm going to take off this strap on, get dressed (pointing to her bag of office clothing by the toilet door) and gather up your porn (some light reading for me tonight) and then I need to sneak out without him knowing I am here. So I'll give you five minutes Liz, I doubt you'll need that but when I exit this door in five minutes I suggest he'd better not be looking over here and he'd better have other things to concentrate on, get me?" Before Liz really knew what was happening Stella had pushed and manhandled her out of the door of the toilet and as Liz realised her terrible position (she as buck naked) Stella had turned the lock in the cubicle leaving Liz to contemplate her next move. She stood shivering beside the door, too scared to knock and ask to be let back in, Stella had all that evidence to use on her now and Liz could not afford to lose her job like this. And yet that left only one real option - to do as Stella had told her and 'distract' Karl. The very thought nearly made her gag. She stood stock still and listened to the vacuum cleaner as he no doubt cleaned around their desks. With one last look at the door into the toilet Liz made her mind up and turned and moved around the corner and stood watching the cleaner as he had his back to her. She was so aware of her nudity and tried to get to her coat on the coats tand to the let of the office door. She stalked across the room and was only a few steps from being able to grab it and at least maintaining a degree of respect when the vacuum turned off and Karl spun around to head to the plug. What the old man saw was a beautiful 24 year old stark naked standing before him. Their eyes met for seconds before Liz tried to speak. "I, um, I, er, hi Karl." His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he leered over her young, lithe, sexy body. She risked a glance back towards the direction of the disabled toilet and feared Stella would exit any moment. Drawing up all her courage she stepped towards the cleaner and moved right up to him and past him so that he had to turn to see her - and he did turn. "Miss Liz, what are you doing? You have no clothes on. Is there a problem?" "Mmm, no problem Karl, I just wanted to surprise you is all. Give you a little show. You like?" The heavy set, sweaty East European clearly did like and a sizeable bulge at his crotch more than confirmed that. Looking over his shoulder saw the handle to the disabled loo turn and she panicked and went straight to her last resort. "You know what a blow job is Karl?" Uuurgh! Liz cringed as she said the words, hardly creidting that she was contemplating doing this and from the eager nodding Karl did know what it was and he unzipped his jeans to speed her up, Cursing inwardly Liz dropped to her knees and helped him flip his swollen member out into the open. With no other option she wrapped her hand around it and started to jerk him off. Liz felt incredibly cheap and nasty as she then opened her lips and engulfed Karl's cock. She had to fight back the desire to be sick at the smell and taste of it as it throbbed in her mouth but despite that she was still incredibly aroused at the situation she had been forced into and the prospect of what may come next. Stella emerged from the disabled toilet a minute later. She was fully dressed in her business clothes and had her fetish wear packed neatly into a holdall. Also inside the holdall were all Liz's clothes and her magazines . Stella moved silently behind the back of Karl and realised immediately that Liz had chosen to distract the cleaner by offering him oral sex. Stella smirked at the prospect, imagining how dirty Liz must feel stooping to that kind of level. Perfect, she thought, she must now be at her lowest ebb and I can really force through my domination of her to it's fullest extent. But she did not hang about, rather she got her coat and slipped out of the office just as Karl began to groan loudly and exclaim that he was cumming. After the cleaner had sprayed his salty load in Liz's mouth and laughed as she swallowed it down Liz faced an awkward ten minutes or so. As she wiped her wrist over her lips and stood up she saw that the door to the toilet cubicle was open and Stella had clearly departed. She made to head there but Karl reached out and grabbed her arm to prevent her leaving. "Thank you Miss Liz. You enjoyed that?" Given the circumstances Liz could hardly say anything but yes without putting herself in even more trouble, she knew that the fact she had been forced to do that by Stella could not be allowed to be revealed. "Erm, yes. That was great Karl, thank you." The fat man pulled her close and hugged her, pressing her tits up against his work shirt. "That is great. Perhaps we can do this again another night, maybe you would like Karl to properly fuck you then. Perhaps over your desk, eh? I think you like the kinky and dangerous, no?" Liz managed to peel herself off him and nodded and stammered a response that didn't really mean much. "Well, we'll see. Sorry Karl I have to go." She hurried to the bathroom only to find all her clothing gone. Panic hit her before she darted out (all the time watched by a bemused karl) and was delighted to see her jacket still hanging up. She grabbed it and out it on, tying the belt tightly around her middle before grabbing her bag from her desk and hurrying out. She stopped dead just outside the front door to the building as Stella stood, leaning on her car waiting on her. "Took your time bitch, I guess you must have enjoyed sucking that fat pig off did you?" Liz shook her head. "Hmm, I'm not convinced so maybe tomorrow we'll see for sure" Stella turned on her heel and headed to her car door. "Stop! What about my clothes? I'm getting the tube home, I can't go like this!" Stella turned and smirked. "Yes you can Liz, you'll just have to be careful is all. Now don't argue with me bitch, I can still fuck you up here and you'd do well to remember it from now on. And Liz? Tomorrow I will be expecting you not to be wearing any bra or panties, understand? I want easy access to my property from now on...."