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Proof by Example
  by DS

Contains: lesbian sex, domination/submission, humiliation, non-consensual

Chapter 1: Fair Warning

"Hey Susan, still lookin' good!" The thirty-two year old woman stood by her table for a bit, confusedly looking her over. "Val? My god, I almost didn't recognize you, you look so... dunno, you're beaming". Valerie smiled, slightly adjusting her glasses as acknowledgment of the kind compliment. "Take a seat - I ordered drinks for us already, you took your coffee black, right?" Susan, now seated, looked up briefly. "You didn't? Guess it's been too long after all, heh..." Susan just nodded in response. "I'll just ask for some cream on the side-" she waved; "-it's not a big deal. So do you still work at that law firm, with that Holly girl? How are things going with that? Oh- could I get some cream with my coffee?" Susan chirped, turning to the waiter deftly moving in with the ordered refreshments. After he nodded and went well on his way, Valerie sat back with a grin, blowing the steam off her cup of tea. "Yeah, I still work there - and it's a funny coincidence you remember that one girl, how things turned out with that..." "Oh, do tell" Susan smiled, pointlessly stirring her coffee out of habit. Valerie took a moment to think, then began.

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Well, you remember how Holly got her position, right? Slept with Gerald, our human resource manager, they even dated for a while until she thought it was safe to dump him. She thought nobody would find out, but most people at work probably suspected it, however I was the one she confided in when she needed someone to show her the ropes - she was my 'friend' for a while, until she couldn't use me anymore, and I fell for it just the same. I even helped arrange some of the meetings for her - stupid in retrospect, but you know my weaknesses. Anyway, work for her wasn't going very well - she lacked qualifications for the position, but at the same time she knew she wouldn't get fired, she still had Gerald's full support. As you can imagine, she didn't really contribute much, mostly hanging around, and bored most of the time. It took only weeks for her to start making up little games to entertain herself, and one of her favorite ones was teasing the guys on the work floor - and I mean cock teasing.

It started with sexy make-up, going beyond what the conservative average around us clerks was, using a delicate green eye-shadow, foundation, mascara, thick red lipstick, looking more like a supermodel than a clerk - the clothes soon followed, her office skirt shorter and tighter day by day, then she began wearing a soft silk blouse, and began leaving her bra at home... high heels, smooth black stockings, perfume... Her entire walk, posture, movement was meant to allure, to attract. And it worked - let me tell you those guys would do anything for her, all in the hopes of getting on her good side. Little did they know she had none - I don't think she put out for any of them, but their desire for her was what made it fun for her, to keep those guys just hovering on the verge of hope, to be waited on like a princess without needing to make any commitments.

Now maybe I already told you this, but Holly is hot. She's got the most perfect ass, beautiful lush breasts and that long, summer-bleached hair that only Californians seem to be able to maintain. I have to admit, from the very first day she walked into the office I had a crush on her, but as always she turned out to be as heterosexual as it comes - she only had eyes for the guys, and knew exactly how to use her sexy body to get the best reactions out of them. The way she'd bend down for a drawer, her dress tightening around that ass, the way she'd press her body gently - but noticeably - against someone passing by her, the way she'd suck off a ballpoint, pretending to be deep in thought, but fully aware of how it made men around her drool with longing, the way she'd unbutton the top of her blouse on 'warm days' just to give the boys a generous view of her tits - this lady knew how to work her crowd.

Unfortunately, she ended working in the same department as me, thanks to further strings pulled by Gerald, and I had to endure this parade day in day out. Now I'm a professional woman and I believe in working hard... but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. That dancing golden hair, the way her dress kneaded her cheeks as she walked... everything she was doing during the workday was turning me on - she probably didn't even mean to, I never told anyone at the office about being lesbian at least, but her antics were getting me wet every day, and it made work impossible. Something had to be done, and since I knew the guys would never admit to a problem, I realized that I would need to talk to her myself.

So I hit her up at the watercooler, explained how people could get the wrong idea about her flirting, how it distracted people from work, how it could turn dangerous if someone would get too interested in her. I'm not sure if I mentioned the 'rape' word just then or later, but I remember she just laughed it all off as an innocent pastime, said it wasn't her fault if the guys stopped thinking with their big heads. She even suggested that with some make-up, I could be turning heads just like her - it was as if she didn't even realize I was there to, you know, work. I had some clients I had to meet so I gave up on it there, but when she was at it early the next day I tried to bring the subject up again, and I definitely warned her for getting raped, just to try to get her to understand the gravity of the situation. I think that's when she started taking offense; said I was jealous of her good looks, all that. I got pretty boiled up about it, rashly told her that wasn't the case at all, and that turned out to be a mistake.

I was beginning to entertain her, and that meant trouble. She immediately concluded that if I wasn't jealous of her looks, then I was probably jealous of the men for being her exclusive audience. She thought she was just messing around ofcourse, teasing me, but damn... when she said that, for a moment I felt this wave of unease hit me, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She caught on to the unease somehow, and from the rest of the day her show was only for me - hanging her breasts in my neck while 'checking up', intoxicating me with her aroma, overly friendly hand contact, placing her delightful curves on my desk, for 'casual chat', sensually licking off the spoon in my tea - I could see the glint in her eyes, she knew she was accomplishing something with me, and it edged her on. And I was a hopeless mess. Other than a one-night fling that didn't even work out two weeks before that I had been dry, and now this gorgeous woman was trying her best to turn me on. And fuck, it was working.

At lunch I couldn't take it anymore - my panties were soaked, and my face was flushed - she probably thought it was embarrassment, but I was so fucking horny right there that I had to go to the washroom for relief. The moment I hit the stall my hands dove down into my panties - stupid of me not to bring the vibrator in my purse - and biting my lip I could finally vent my frustrations. But at the same time, I felt miserable, being in a washroom cubicle trying to frig myself to orgasm, during work hours nonetheless - I couldn't let this woman do that to me. So I forced myself to calm down, cleaned up as good as I could - the panties were spoiled, so I decided to risk just not wearing them. At least the chilled air in the washroom and the water I splashed on my face helped clear my head, helped cool my body down, to the point where I could deal with it again.

Or so I thought. When she came over to ask questions, I could smell her hair, saw her beautiful pouty lips from so close - she even 'accidentally' brushed her hand past my breasts, and I hoped she didn't notice how rock hard my nipples were, and pretty soon she had me more riled up than before lunch - I could barely keep a steady breath. She thought I was getting upset, and kicked up the action some more, giggling as she swayed her ass in full view, just aside my hand. How I wanted to squeeze it, fondle it, feel and knead its firm softness. My word processor was still blinking on the page I loaded an hour earlier, and I could feel my wetness trickle down my thighs when I walked. I couldn't take much more of it, but I couldn't do anything about it. She had me under her control, she played me like a fine instrument, and she wasn't going to stop. This woman thought it was hilarious to use sex to harass other people. I concluded that I was going to have to make her stop.

She thought she was supposed to pick something up in the copy room, but when the door lock clicked, she knew something was up. "What do you want!?" she asked, but that was all I gave her time for - I don't think she suspected I could try to overpower her at all, and she didn't even resist much - I had her on the floor in moments, muffling her screams with my hand. "Nobody can hear you" I explained - the copy room has thick sound insulation to keep all the machine noise inside, so I wasn't bluffing. The hard part was gagging her - I had planned to just tape her mouth shut with the packaging tape, but then I remembered my moist panties in my pocket, and... I couldn't resist, it was her fault anyway. She even helped open her mouth to scream when I stuffed them in, and she was too shocked to respond before I stuck the piece of tape over her lips, and with both hands free taping her hands behind her back was a breeze. I just wanted to scare her a bit you see, teach her a lesson - make her feel that what she was doing was wrong and dangerous. Maybe just cop a feel. Nothing more.

But she wasn't going anywhere. With her hands behind her back, her breasts strained against that silk blouse, her ass wriggling across the carpeted floor in that tight skirt, her perfume... "This is what you get when you keep teasing people like that" I explained, blissfully feeling up her breasts after being denied all day - no bra on her, despite having jugs like that, amazing how she gets away with it. "You never thought about how all those men suffer with their cocks rock hard in their pants, just for your entertainment?" My breath was ragged, not from the struggle to overpower her, simply from arousal. She was so close, smelled so nice, and this time I could do with her what I wanted, didn't have to hold back anymore. "You probably never noticed me looking at you as well, huh, thought I was just bringing the topic up for whatever feminist reasons, but you know Holly, I can't work with you prancing around like that, with your seductive smile, your curves, your ass as you bend over..." Her eyes were widening as it dawned on her, and I felt relief, freedom. Power.

"Surprise Holly, I'm a dyke. I get turned on by other women. I need tits and pussies to get off. I never told anybody at work because it was none of their business, kept it to myself". I idly stroked her thighs, her squirming unable to prevent me grasping across to get a handful of divine ass. "And despite you making my snatch wet every day I accepted that I couldn't have you, that you were hungry for cock and nothing else. I could live with that, that's life. But then you began your teasing, and that's when it became a problem". She was whimpering into her gag, tears forming in her eyes - totally devastated by the unexpected developments. "See, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't reach out and squeeze your ass like I'm doing now. I couldn't lock lips with you and forget the stupid Brenner case for a good hour or so; I was helpless". I moved further up, my face inches from hers now, her nostrils flaring with fear, yet her skin so delicate... "And now you're in that same boat. Really sucks, doesn't it?". I slowly bent down to kiss her cheek to emphasize my point, and felt her shiver while she angrily stared back at me.

"Why so cross," I teased, "I'm sure someone like you kissed plenty of girls to get attention". Holly violently shook her head, and then it became clear to me - she hated girls. Her teasing of the guys wasn't just for her enjoyment, she was doing it to make us jealous, to piss off the other women at work. Ofcourse she never realized that I wanted her, I hardly existed for her other than as competition for the men's attention. She had zero interest in me, and that pissed me off; I can't stand being ignored. And from those thoughts, I drifted to the conclusion that this lesson wasn't going to hit home for her. Scaring her wouldn't seem sufficient. In my arousal-induced delirium it made sense; I had to go further with this. I wanted more. I wanted to go too far, and I already knew how I was going to get away with it, and my last doubts vanished. My hands slid down her heaving chest, across the smooth silk of her blouse, first resting on her soft tits, then quietly feeling them, kneading them; Holly moaned in angry protest. It pretty soon became apparent that although Holly hated women, her body couldn't discriminate, and I decided then just how far I was going to go.

Holly squirmed, but her face flushed - I know my way around tits, and her sheer silk blouse couldn't hide her hardening nipples. "Feels good when I roll them between my fingers like this huh" I encouraged her, smiling as I saw the fury in her eyes. I could feel her body heating up under my touch, it was so fucking arousing, her defiance only made it more arousing, and I slid over her stocking-clad leg as I worked her tits, feeling the soft nylon brush against my wet snatch. Her eyes widened as she felt my moisture, and I grinned. "Can you feel how wet you're getting me Holly? That's how wet my panties were today - can you still taste it in them?" Holly jerked her head back violently in revulsion, but couldn't do a thing. "I'm... just going to use your body... as a fucktoy" I panted, humping her leg in my sexual daze, forgetting my plans for the moment - I had days, no, weeks of pent-up sexual frustration roaring to be released, and I lost myself in her heat, her scent, her curves. I bit my lip as my fingers flew between my legs, hiking up my skirt and diving between the wet folds of my pussy and her now soiled stockings, and edged on by my fantasies, my orgasm built so damn fast it almost came disappointingly fast, my body lightly trembling on top of hers, squeezing her tit hard, my breath ragged and hair strewn in her neck. "That... that's what you're making... me do, Holly".

Holly had been somewhat passive during all this, staring at the door on her right in revulsion. "And now it's your turn". That got her attention, and what started as anger soon turned to fright - her eyes begged me to stop, but I had no more inhibitions, slowly inching up her short skirt. "God, you really are a slut" I admired, confirming my fantasies I found no underwear, no tan lines, just her naked twat with a neatly trimmed tuft of natural blonde hair framing her slit. "I bet it turns you on to prance around those guys not wearing anything, huh?" I lowered down, blowing coyly against the bare pussy, enjoying her twitching as she sensed it. I wasted no time, and when she felt my tongue probe her slit she screamed into her gag, but I simply ignored her, grasped her hips and went to work. She didn't stand a chance - I know pussies even better than I know tits, and I bet the poor girl didn't know what was happening to her. Within minutes I had her wet down to her ass, moaning uncontrollably as I gingerly bit her clit, rolled my tongue against it, then dipped back down, lapping slowly but surely. Holly was crying, disgusted, but she couldn't help her body reacting the way it did.

When Holly was ready I moved back up, slipping my hand into her blouse to squeeze her now hypersensitive breasts, the other slowly probing her dripping pussy, pistoning in and out at an increasing rhythm. "You're just a little teasing slut, Holly". Holly moaned, her hips bucking to escape my fingers. "You'd never let any of those guys fuck you, you'd just laugh as they jacked off at home thinking about your ass and tits..." It probably didn't even register with Holly at this point. "I should let them in here, let them finally fuck you in every hole like you made them want to..." She responded now, slightly shaking her head in fright, still squirming to escape me, but she was losing. Her body was losing, I could feel every inch of her burning. "Luckily for you I don't like to share, especially not with men... so let this be my lesson to you, slut... the next time you feel like playing with someone's head, think about how this dyke had her fingers up in your pussy, her hand in your blouse and how you couldn't do a thing about it...". Holly cried, sobbed through her nose, nodding submissively. "...and forced you to cum" I hissed, slapping her bare ass sharply while I pinched her clit. And Holly came. Her snatch clasped down hard on my fingers, her back arched, she yelped into her gag, and it seemed to go on forever, her body pulsating under my touch.

She was still speechless, shaking with post-orgasmic spasms as I roughly pulled off the tape from her hands and mouth, my panties rolling from her mouth with a long strand of saliva. I straightened out my clothes, trying to calm my own body down, and sat back in a chair for a moment. Holly got on her feet after a while, her knees still shaking weakly. "Y-you're finished" she bit, but her voice was still shaky, making her sound weak. "You're going to jail for this". She was biting back her tears, her anger; although I didn't think my actions through this far, she didn't faze me. "No, I'm not. If you tell anybody about this... if you try to get me fired..." I began, and Holly planted her hands in her side, a more confident look on her face now. "...I'll forward transcripts of your e-mail conversations with Gerald to Mr. Richards". Holly blinked; I obviously needed to jog her memory a little. "You know, the entire 'I can't wait to wrap my little lips around your hard cock' series from the days where you fucked him in order to steal the promotion I deserved - I'm sure Mr. Richards will be interested to hear about that". Holly turned pale now. "And if you think about going to the police... I'll show them exactly how you're paying for your apartment and your Benz". She supported herself on the table, averting her eyes. "How..."

"You abused me to arrange those matters for you, you stupid cunt. You used my computer, seduced me to do the paperwork for you - everybody in the office knows what you've been up to, but I'm the only one with the hard evidence stored away. I didn't want to stoop to your level and use them for my own benefit..." I got up from the chair, closing in on her; this must be how a predator would feel, closing in on the crippled prey. "...but if you think you're in a position to threaten me... I guess I'm going to have to play this differently". "L-look, Valerie..." "Shut up, Holly. You fucked up, and I'm not done with you". Holly just stood there, uncomfortably fixing her blouse, unsure of what to do. "W-what do you want from me?" I waited a while, making sure she recognized I was in control of this situation, then tapped my cheek. "...what?" she sputtered. "How about a nice kiss to thank me for making you cum, slut?" She stared at me in disbelief, but I was serious. "Go on" I encouraged, not even bothering to add the 'or else'. Revulsion, hate, fury... but her lips puckered up and touched my cheek, and only then did I unlock the door for her. Few people were left on the floor to notice her leaving, so I closed the door on the copy room again and sighed.

It had been a bluff. I had no hard evidence of the transactions, I just knew what had transpired and I figured Holly wouldn't have a clue about who arranged what for her. I'd be screwed if she remembered; anyone that knows me personally knows I'm a lesbian, and if an investigator would find the right ex they'd know all about my fantasies actually making her case about this rape solid. By as early as tomorrow I could have people show up at my door for answers, and I wouldn't have much to fend them off. And yet, I felt good about what I did. With a girl as hot as Holly, how couldn't I - fucking her was a dream come true, and the memory alone would keep me happy for many nights to come. I stretched out my panties, soaked beyond recovery for today, finally deciding to just put them in my handbag. Teaching her a lesson was long, long overdue, and the guys working on our floor deserved it. I'd miss this job if I was arrested, I'd miss the guys. But I would never regret what I did.

Chapter 2: The Mirror

"Wow... that's..." Susan started, searching for the right word. "Nuts. But hot" she finally added. "Yeah, it really was, you should've seen her on that floor". Valerie tapped the spoon into her empty teacup, her thoughts adrift. "Crepes Suzettes with strawberries" the waiter suddenly announced, and she snapped back. "Thank you". The waiter took a while to set everything up, and Susan just smiled at her; when the waiter wished them a good meal and left, she hung forward conspiringly. "So how did that end? Did she ever find out you were bluffing?" "Well, the next morning was pretty nerve-wracking to say the least, every cop car on the way to work had me worked up, and even settling in with my cup of morning tea was uncomfortable - Holly was late. But when she did show up..." "...yes?" Susan inquired hungrily, ignoring the food before her, and I took a deep breath.

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Holly was the center of attention as usual, but for unusual reasons that day. She wore a cotton blouse, a long skirt, dark stockings, and her make-up was much more casual than normal, unable to hide a rather sleep-deprived look. Her walk, her behavior... she was nothing like the teasing slut I raped the day before, she bought into the bluff, the lesson was learned, and I was incredibly relieved. She actually tried to do her job for once, staying relatively quiet for the first hour, but then she came up to me, fidgeting with her blouse. "Valerie, can we... talk?" I stared at her for a moment, which visibly frustrated her. She was still hot, even without tight, revealing clothing, even without her usual make-up, and I couldn't help picture her the way she lay before me yesterday. I didn't want to talk with her, I wanted to fuck her again. "I'm not really interested" I told her coldly - she had learned her lesson, and I really wanted to get it behind me, the sooner the better. She drooped off, but it didn't end there.

I was in the toilet, washing some markings off my hand when she followed me in, standing at the faucet adjacent to mine - I didn't even look at her, using the mirror's reflection to monitor her; she seemed to be searching for words. "What do you want?" I asked eventually, still turned away. "I... I just want to make sure we have an agreement, about you not revealing any of that info I mean, and I won't tell anyone what happened yesterday, and we can both just forget about the whole thing". Her hands were shaking again, and her vulnerability amused me - I decided to make her sweat some more. "I don't need to promise anything, slut". The name-calling sparked anger in her eyes, but she held it back. "I think I'll just forward the info anyway... seriously, nobody will buy the rape story, not when evidence like that is on the table, and I was thinking it'd probably get me a nice raise". I ran the faucet again, washing the last soap off my hands before heading out. "You can't... I need this job, I-" "Cry me a fucking river, Holly" I snapped, but inside I was grinning madly - I was going to leave it at that though. "What... what do you want from me then" Holly murmured demurely. I knew what I wanted from Holly. Was I strong enough to resist the temptation of pushing this even further? Fuck no.

"Well Holly, you could always show me how talented you are at eating pussy". I giggled when I saw Holly's eyes widen. "Never". Resolute. It didn't surprise me, I wasn't even serious when I suggested it. "You're disgusting" she whispered, her voice trembling, but now she managed to piss me off good. "Disgusting?! You whored yourself out to that creep Gerald to steal my promotion, were too fucking lazy to even arrange the paperwork so you sweet-talked me into doing it for you, and ever since then you've been using everyone around you for whatever you could, only to dump them when they lost their usefulness, but even that wasn't enough, you thought it was funny to fucking tease them day in day out, and you call ME disgusting?!" I raised my voice, let the anger flow, it felt good. "Look... I'm sorry about all that. If I had known you were a lesbian I would've never-" "This isn't about me, you stupid cunt. Do you really think a hollow apology and some half-decent clothes are going to solve things?" Holly stood back a bit, her confidence failing again.

"So what do you want me to do...?" She finally asked, sounding disgusted with herself. "What do I want you to do... hmm". Her insolence made me want to abuse this as far as I could now. "I think it's time you experienced just what you're doing to others. Stand against the sink." "Wait, Valerie - what I meant was-" Holly sputtered, but my expression must've been enough, and she slowly turned against the faucet. "Lift your skirt". Holly fumed, taking the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. "Higher" I corrected - and I couldn't resist clacking my tongue in appreciation when she revealed her firm ass, this time covered by impeccable lace panties in what seemed to be a poor attempt at decency. "V-Valerie, you can't..." "Save it, slut". I blindly grabbed in my handbag while I fondled her, both hands quickly finding what they were looking for. I had thought of the perfect lesson.

"Valerie stop" Holly jumped when I reached between her hips, clasping her pussy through the sheer fabric. She held my hand away, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say more, but couldn't find the words; I smirked. "God you're so fucking stupid Holly, do you really think I'm going to let you off easy?" "Valerie, I-I'm not stupid, I'm not-- but surely-" "Then shut up, turn back around, bend over the sink and keep holding up that skirt". I saw her indignation in the mirror, her full breasts still hanging heavy in her blouse, her hair dangling loose, and I playfully twirled my tongue around the gadget I took from my handbag: an elongated pink bullet-shape, battery-powered, remote-controlled vibrator. Holly saw it too, and I saw her squirm nervously, even more so when I slid down her lace panties down her thighs. While sucking on the vibrator for lubrication I weighed the risks; Holly wouldn't dare tell anyone, but if someone would hear...

"C-can you at least hurry? What if Jessica or Dawn come in..." Holly pleaded, dancing from one foot onto the other as I slowly slid the bullet up and down her snatch, spreading her pussy lips with my free hand and admiring the beautiful pink. "Don't worry, they already know what kind of girl you are". "I'm not-" Holly protested, but was cut short when I slid the bullet deep into her snatch, nestling it against her most sensitive spot. "Ahhh-not t-there..." "Oh, you prefer it in your ass, slut?" I countered, and after a strange hesitation, she just shook her head, defeated. "Then quit whining". I yanked her panties back up, letting them ride deep into her slit before I let go, and swatted her hands from her skirt. "Do you see this switch, slut?" I asked her, holding the remote for her to see. "Y-yea..." I slowly pushed the switch forward, and Holly yelped, grasping her crotch through her skirt. "That's how it works. Don't even think about pulling it out, it better be in place at the end of the day, and until then you're going to have lots of fun".

I let her simmer for a bit, staring at her cubicle from across the isle. She glanced at me every now and then, expecting me to activate the switch at any moment, but after an hour she began to concentrate on her work, for as far as she was capable of doing so to begin with. And then the opportunity I was waiting for presented itself. "Not feeling so well today, Holly?" Jerome, a somewhat nerdy but outgoing coworker that operated in the cubicle next to mine, asked her while returning from the water cooler. Holly looked up with initial irritation, but startled when I slid the switch up, instantly looking at me in fright. "I-I'm fine, it's... just..." she stammered, turning back to Jerome. "Well, you look a little... ah, it's not my business. Mr. Richards asked for you in his office, probably about the Connely rapport". "Alright" Holly bit impatiently, her face flushed. Jerome stood around longer than he needed to, then finally turned around to his own cubicle; seemingly confused at how Holly had acted. Holly got up, sent me another angry glare and paced to the end of the isle; I slowly slid down the switch until it was almost off again. She took a deep breath and went in, I waited a few moments, then grinned as I switched it to full.

Fifteen minutes later she waddled out, supporting herself on the door post, then ever so slowly went back to her cubicle, her face beet red. Mr. Richards followed her out for a moment, scratching his balding head, and I bit my lip not to burst out in laughter. Holly sat down without even looking at me, squirming in her seat, and only after I flipped the switch to halfway again did she glance at me again. It wasn't just anger anymore, there was a hint of despair in her eyes now, she knew there was nothing she could do about her situation; I was in control. And that turned me on immensely. I'd slide the switch back up and saw her reaction, trying so hard not to respond, to bear it, until I slid it back down, when she tried to collect herself, pick up her work again, but I never gave her long, I was determined to force her to go all the way.

I saw her resolve slowly breaking, and I imagined how she must've felt - her every movement reminding her of the invader in her pussy, edging her further and further on. Whenever she thought nobody was watching, she'd move her hand between her legs, covertly humping her chair, harder, faster; I made sure to adjust the pace of the vibrator accordingly, and within ten minutes she collapsed on her desk, biting her thumb, breathing so heavily even I could hear it, until her legs clenched, her shoulders trembled, her chair squeaked, and I switched the vibrator back to a lower setting again. I'd give her a short while to rest, the device just buzzing on a low pitch, but whenever she tried to get back to work, I'd start the sequence again, and after a while she'd lose it again, and at the end she'd orgasm again. This was the best office activity ever. She was halfway yet another sequence when she suddenly shot up and briskly walked towards me. "What's the matter?" I asked, pretending to be too busy to pay much attention. "I- I need to go to the bathroom" Holly asked, then waited for my reaction.

With her standing this close I could hear the faint buzz from her crotch, and I could swear I smelled her arousal. "Mmm... I bet you're hoping to sneak off so you can diddle your clit in earnest, aren't you?" "No! I just... I need to pee, and I didn't want-" I couldn't help smiling; it was so damn obvious that was exactly what she had been planning. "Aww.... sure, I'll allow you to go potty. Don't be long now". Holly blushed even more at my choice of words, but padded off quickly to the toilet. Just before she entered I flipped the remote off - she wasn't going to get any satisfaction in private, that wouldn't be any fun.

"Do you know what's going on with Holly today?" Mike asked when Holly was gone, sipping an early lunch break coffee. "What do you mean?" I asked - although I wanted to teach Holly a lesson, I didn't want to involve the whole office too much, and I realized I might have gone too far with her already. "Well, you know how she usually dresses... how she usually likes to ask people for advice-" "You mean take work from her hands?" I grinned, and Mike nodded guiltily, smiling; Mike was a good guy, worked hard and never hesitated to help others out whenever he could - unfortunately for him this made him Holly's primary victim. "Yeah, I guess she does do that - but today I haven't seen her leave her desk much, do you know what's up with that?" "I had a good talk with her about it, Mike". "Oh, I see..." Mike almost sounded disappointed. I couldn't blame him, I knew he lusted after Holly, and she probably fucked with his head enough for him to still dream of scoring with her some day. I played with the idea to have Holly suck him off to apologize personally for that shit as alternative punishment, hell she'd be glad to right now - a slut like her probably loved sucking cock, and I kept her horny as hell today. But part of me resisted that idea. A very jealous part, because I was embarrassed to realize I wanted to keep Holly for myself. "Actually... thanks, Valerie" Mike finally spoke, and I stirred from my thoughts. "It'll save me a ridiculous amount of time". I don't know what happened, but it seemed he accepted his situation, and I just smiled and nodded. "You and me both, Mike".

It took her over fifteen minutes to come out of the restroom, her hair a lot wilder than when she went in, but her face was nothing short of frustrated. Holly had tried. Holly had tried really hard. But she couldn't do it. She wasn't a woman to frig herself, especially not in public places, she'd just dial some boyfriend to screw her silly if she was in the mood for it, probably drag a free dinner out of it by habit. The vibrator helped her over the edge today, but the vibrator couldn't help her in there. I switched the remote back on, and she jolted in her chair; I couldn't imagine how sensitive she must've been at that point. She looked at me, her eyes pleading, tearing up, but I had no mercy to give. Holly had several visitors during the day, and I even heard some people gossip about her - I wasn't sure how much people realized but I was getting too turned on to care. My plan was working perfectly, and around four o'clock it was time to prepare for the final phase: I turned the switch down to halfway, and left it there. I saw her hump at times, I saw her stare at me in frustration, but I simply ignored her until work was finally over, then went over to her desk and took her back to the copy room.

Holly was breathing heavily behind me while I locked the door, smelling of sex and sweat. "How many times did you cum?" "I-" she started, beginning an excuse but probably realized how futile it was. "Seven... seven times" I had only counted six - if she didn't orgasm in the toilet, then maybe in Mr. Richards' office...? "Very nice, slut. Did you get much work done today?" "Ofcourse not!" she called with indignance. "How do you expect-" "I don't - that's the entire fucking point. That was the lesson - when someone out there is constantly making you horny, that's not very good for your productivity. Do you finally understand that now, you dumb slut?" "V-Valerie, look I'm sorry, I-" "Lift your skirt" I interrupted her, slowly circling to her front. Holly complied, and before I could even see her panties I saw the long, dark stains on her stockings. She was absolutely soaked, and it was a small miracle her wetness didn't show through her skirt even. "Well, those aren't much use anymore, are they? Give them to me".

Holly let her skirt drop, then worked her long legs out of her panties, shakily handing me the wet fabric when she was done. I took it to my nose and inhaled deeply while I appreciated the view, her legs now only clad in her long stockings and high heels; I knew it'd bother her, which only made it more enjoyable. "Mmmm... you smell very nice. What time was your last orgasm, slut?". "I... I don't know..." Holly was slightly squirming, and I didn't understand why until, accompanied by a wet slurp, the vibrator slipped out of her snatch, streaming a long trail of her juices to where it landed, softly buzzing on the now stained carpet; she covered her face in shame. "Pick it up". Holly complied, her fingers slightly vibrating around the slick bullet. I still carried the remote, and I took this opportunity to switch it back to a noisy full setting; Holly almost dropped it, confused as to what I wanted from her. "Your last orgasm was around ten to three, just when Patrick was passing by. That's over two hours ago, slut". I knew she needed it.

It was cute how she tried to resist, but she was shaking, her pussy was dripping; her body couldn't handle the stimulation, needed the relief. "I hate you" she muttered, close to tears. "Go on. It's just us girls here, all alone, and your little cunny is soooo hot isn't it?" It was perfectly clear she hated me, hated how I taunted her, but we both knew I was right, and her hand slowly moved the humming tool to her snatch. She fumbled the tool, trying to slip it in slowly, seeming strangely inexperienced pleasing herself - had she always relied on her prize boyfriends to get off? "Slip your fingers in, you stupid slut... hold the vibrator against your clit" "S-shut up" she muttered weakly, but took my advice, and nearly buckled when the powerful vibrator brushed against her sensitive button, a surprised moan escaping her lips. I was pretty damn aroused now, and seeing Holly pleasure herself like that was too much for me - I started on myself, undressing just enough for access to my wet snatch.

Holly hesitated when she saw me start, looking away in shame. "Keep going, slut... I want you to put on a nice show for me. Actually..." I approached her, and she cringed away from me. I took the sides of her blouse and roughly pulled them apart, the material creaking, the buttons flying off; the slut still wasn't wearing a bra, probably didn't even have a pair to her name, and I dizzily squeezed her large breasts in my hands, resisting the urge to take her erect nipples in my mouth. "There... now back to work". I stepped back, admiring her tits hanging out of her ravished blouse, my hands moving back to my crotch, and she bit her lip, her desires stronger than her will, frigging herself even though she was on full display for a dyke she hated. She was noisy when aroused, unable to keep back her moans as she lost control, and the sound of her passion alone was enough to get me over the edge. She still came before I did, sobbing and crying, sinking to the floor as her knees gave away.

Holly was quiet, fixing her blouse as well as she could even though her skirt was still around her ankles, her face beet red with shame. The control I had over Holly was intoxicating, and I was overcome by an urge to mold her further, mold her into a perfect plaything. "There's something I want you to do for me, slut" I whispered into the panting girl's ear. "I want you to get rid of that filthy hair on your pussy". Holly gingerly touched her pubes, looking at me in confusion. "You're a horny slut, horny sluts don't have hair on their pussy. I will inspect you tomorrow morning, is that understood?" Holly's lips trembled, trying to refuse, trying to resist, but she didn't have the strength, and she weakly nodded. I pulled her closer, feeling her weak body in my short embrace, and kissed her on her lips, my tongue just gingerly lapping her upper lip before we parted. "See you tomorrow then, slut" I smiled, and went on my way home.

Chapter 3: Lessons Learned

"Holy shit, are you sure she wasn't at least bi or something? Cumming while you were watching her like that?" "Trust me, she's straight as they come - just never underestimate the effect of a good sex toy on an inexperienced girl, she was too far gone to have a choice". "She didn't shave though, right? I mean, that's pretty extreme, blackmail or no blackmail, even she must've had her limits?" "Why don't you ask her yourself" Valerie replied smugly, gesturing to the girl walking into the establishment. "Well, what do you think?" If anything, Valerie's lessons had been effective - Holly was wearing a modest turtleneck sweater, although her skirt was still quite tight and short - she sat down nervously, gasping shortly when she made contact with the seat; her posture and expression showed she wasn't happy to be there. Susan ignored her distress, admiringly tracing her flushed face with her finger. "She's pretty, I can see why you wanted her. So, Holly - Valerie has told me a lot about your situation - so did you shave your little cunny for her or not?" Holly looked at Valerie in despair. "You'd better tell her, or I'll have you show it to her". "Y-yes, I shaved my c-cunny for her".

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Indeed, Holly was very late that morning, and she looked like a wreck, seemingly not even refreshing her mascara from yesterday, streaked with tears. For a short moment I even pitied her - broken and vulnerable, she was a pale shadow of the woman she was a mere two days ago. She couldn't walk around looking like that, so I dragged her to the toilet straight away, her resistance gone. I had her wash her face, get rid of all the make-up, and I was surprised at her natural beauty - in a sense, her make-up just made her seem more slutty rather than beautify her. Ofcourse that suited my purpose just fine for now, and I forced her to pucker up, smearing her new lipstick and mascara on thick, made her look like a cheap street whore - you didn't like the way I made you look, did you Holly?

But I had something special planned for that day, and I didn't waste much time going down to business, rolling up her skirt and removing her panties for inspection - and there it was, her snatch was smooth like a little girl's, shaved impeccably clean, but there was more going on. At first I thought the skin was still sensitive, having a slight reddish color, but a small bead of her juices glistened in her snatch: the slut was turned on already. I was certain Holly still hated women, but as I suspected, something about her torment was definitely turning her on, and her pussy had seen a lot of recent attention. "Did you frig yourself this morning, slut?" "No I didn't" she whispered defiantly, but gasped when I probed her snatch with a finger. "Then why are you this wet?" Holly blushed and looked away. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because I enjoy it ofcourse. And your body seems to agree with me, slut. Since you've been a good girl and did as you were told, I brought some presents for you".

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"You lied when you denied frigging yourself, didn't you?" Valerie paused, and Holly demurely nodded. "How many times did you cum that morning already?" "Three times..." Valerie smiled. "Yeah, that's how your pussy smelled. But you were happy when you saw my first present, didn't you?" Holly just nodded again, blushing even more. I brought her a rubber dildo you see - I bet she didn't have one at home, you should've seen the look she gave it - she was hungry for cock, and her snatch was dripping wet for it. I thought a moment about making her beg to put it in, but then I noticed something else - do you remember what it was, Holly?" "M-my ass..." "And what was so special about your ass?" "It was... wet". "That's right, it was wet. You see, Holly is a bit of an anal slut. She loves cock ramming up her pussy, but what really gets her going is a nice dick in her ass".

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Holly ofcourse tried to resist when I began probing her rear - even then she was trying to uphold her pretense of decency, but it was the weakest struggle ever - she wanted that thing up her ass alright. It slid in without too much trouble, and although it caused her some discomfort at first, she soon grew accustomed to it, and the sensations forced her hands to her snatch shortly after. But that wasn't my intention, and I slapped them away, pulled up her panties and straightened out her skirt. She looked at me in confusion, trembling on her legs, her juices running down her thighs, but I took her out of the washroom and onto the work floor - there was a special chore prepared for her.

See, our company was still in the process of converting their old card-based database into digital form, and there was a braindead but arduous task of resorting all the separate files into processable stacks. Richards assigned that task to me, but I figured Holly would love to do it for me instead. We had the files spread out on the ground, and were arranging them on organized stacks on top of a high cabinet - that meant bending down for the files, then getting back up, then stretching on her toes to deposit them. Down, up, stretch, down, up, stretch. Now normally people would be pretty bored having to do a job like this, but the rubber cock in her ass made sure Holly never got bored - she tried to keep her moans down, but the poor thing couldn't help her wet snatch dripping all over the place, and she began rubbing the puddles into the carpet to avoid people noticing them. I escorted her into the bathroom to make sure she didn't try anything silly while she was there, but despite that I think she came twice just from having that dildo in her rear; I chuckled when people stopped in their tracks catching wind of the strange smell surrounding Holly and the files, but fortunately no questions were asked.


She was already in the copy room at the end of the day, dripping wet and aching for attention, but I wasn't going to play with her just yet. "So... how do you like being turned on all the time, hmm?" "I-I don't like it" Holly whispered. "Liar. But I think you've learned enough, so how about we settle this little feud with one last thing..." Holly looked up at me in disbelief, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I'm going to give you an easy choice. I'm still horny as fuck for you Holly, and I'd love for you to get on your knees and eat out my pussy like a good little cuntlapping slut... alternatively, you can choose to avoid sex entirely for a whole weekend as a final lesson, and you'll be rid of me". To my amusement the choice fell harder for her than I imagined it would, and her eyes darted around the room nervously. I got impatient, and nudged her shoulders down, but she shook her head. "No cuntlapping? Alright then. Hands against the wall". "W-what, why...?" she sputtered, but complied. "Stay still" I commanded, sliding her soaked panties down her thighs. She simply reeked of arousal, and her entire crotch and thighs were a sticky mess - her ass shone with wetness, twitching around the dildo. The dildo came out with an audible slurp, her spasm squirting juice onto the floor, and she couldn't withhold a disappointed sigh.

I walked over to my bag to conclude the punishment - her choice was as expected, but I had to be quick - the girl was already trying to touch herself while I was busy. "The weekend has already begun, slut. That means no masturbation either". Holly whimpered, placing her hand back on the wall, her fingers leaving a wet streak on the wallpaper. "And just to make sure you remember your choice, you're going to wear this for the weekend". She gasped as cold aluminum touched her warm thighs. A sturdy belt closed securely around her waist. "It's a chastity belt" I explained while I secured the cage over her pussy, and the look on her face was priceless when she heard the key click in the lock. "It won't allow you to cum - I do expect you to try ofcourse, you're a slut after all - but be assured that it'll force you to keep your part of the agreement". I slapped her ass one last time before I draped her skirt over her crotch, and that alone made her squirm in heat, but I knew the device would be effective. "B-but..." Holly sputtered, pulling her skirt back up again. "Let this be a lesson to you - it'll only be until Monday morning, if I remember to bring the key" I skipped the kiss - her expression was more than enough. Spending quality time in the chastity belt would be the perfect lesson for a teasing slut like Holly to learn not to mess with people ever again, it'd be a satisfactory way to end this indulgence.

Chapter 4: Her Needs

"A chastity belt, huh... was that even effective? It sounded like she was sensitive enough to cum just from pinching her nipples a while at that point". "Why don't you tell us how effective it was, Holly?" Holly swallowed, began speaking, tears springing into her eyes, but whenever she halted, Valerie edged her on.

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I... I couldn't cum. During the drive home, like, the car was, you know... humming which just made it worse... and I was really glad when I got home so I could finally figure out a way to cum, but it... it was so frustrating. I couldn't touch myself, like, there... but I needed it so bad, I felt so empty. I tried the shower, maybe it'd let me like calm down, cool down, stop the horniness. But the warm water spraying through the front cage... I couldn't reach my pussy, couldn't reach my clit. The rear hole was just wide enough for me to fit my fingers through, and that felt really nice but even that wasn't enough. I tried, I really tried. I just couldn't cum. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible to relax, my horniness made it impossible to fall asleep. I tried humping my pillow. I tried rubbing my tits until my nipples were sore. I bit my pillow in frustration as all I was doing was making more of a mess of my bed. I don't remember when I passed out, but when I woke up I was so tired and horny... I was like... going nuts...

Valerie smiled and nodded, then took over.

She showed up at my door that evening, wearing a raincoat, trembling, broken. "I'll... I'll do anything" she whimpered. "Just let me cum, please let me cum". I didn't expect her to give in so soon, but I decided to play with her a bit. "You sound like a horny slut, Holly" She nodded, supporting herself against the door post. "I-I'm a horny slut, I need to cum so badly, oh please Valerie let me cum". "Monday morning, Holly. That was the agreement. That was the lesson, that was your choice". Holly was crying now. "I can't help you, Holly. Go home". I began closing the door. "I'll lick your pussy" Holly sputtered, desperate. "Oh really?" I kept the door half-opened, mocking her with my smile. "Only dykes willingly lick pussy, Holly. You don't like women at all, you're not a lesbian, so why should I even let you lick my twat?" She opened her mouth to answer, but voicelessly cast down her eyes. I was about to close the door when she opened her coat, opening the few buttons holding it in place, letting it slide off her shoulders. Only the chastity belt and high heels adorned her body, her long blonde hair framing her round orbs, heaving with her breath, her thighs trembling around her sealed crotch, shining with her juices. "P-please let this slut eat you out". I thought I had this situation under control, finished the adventure with Valerie. But I didn't, and I was losing control over myself as well.

I wanted to make it difficult for her. I wanted her to give up and go home, we'd have one last awkward moment on Monday and we'd both go our ways - she'd have learned her lesson and wouldn't bother me and my colleagues anymore, I'd find a hot girl to date and vent my sexual frustrations with. Sure she was hot. But the bottom line remained that she wasn't interested. As arousing as it was to force her to do these things, I couldn't continue this. I was malicious, sure. Dominant. Sadistic. But not evil. I'd force her to abide by the agreement, and I had plenty of leftover toys to help me do it.

I told her to wait in the living room, and when I returned from the upstairs bedroom in my nightgown she was still there, breasts heaving, coyly covered by her arms. I sat down and took in her beauty for a while, enjoyed as she doubted between sitting down and remaining there as she was told. "So... you'd become my little cuntlapping slut just so you can frig your pussy again, hmm?" Holly shivered on her legs, her thighs simply wet with her juices, and just watching her made me wet in turn. Just what was it that was arousing her so much about this? "Is that what you want, hmm? To become my little dyke toy, a submissive muff diver, my pussy-eating cuntslave?". I saw her struggling with my words, played into her hatred without hesitation, making it impossible for her. "Y-yes". I blinked, clenching the toy in my hand, not comprehending. "Please make me your little dyke toy Valerie. I'll be your... your pussy... eating..."

"God Holly you're pathetic" I spat angrily, and she cringed. "Even a dirty slut has more dignity than you do, you can't even go without sex for a few days - do you know what you are, Holly?". She shook her head. "You're an animal. An animal that can only think about sex. A bitch in heat, cunt leaking and all. Down on all fours, bitch". I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I was drunk on arousal and power. Holly complied, looking up at me from the carpet. "Come here". She instinctively crawled closer; I could see she was trembling. "Now listen here. You're a beautiful woman, you can get any man you want. You can probably fuck your way into keeping your job through Richards, I'm sure he'd love you to suck his sweaty little cock. Just two days of perseverance and you can pick up your old life again". Holly seemed spaced out, and I was worried she wasn't even listening. "This is a dog collar, Holly. It has my tag on it - that means that whatever wears it is mine. If you break the agreement and accept this, you'll have to be my slave, my property". A glimpse of consciousness drifted by - she needed to refuse. I really wanted her to refuse. "Do you even understand that, Holly?"

Holly nodded, parted her hair to reveal her smooth neck, and lifted her trembling chin invitingly. And only then I understood. Holly wasn't interested in women. But Holly needed to be dominated. She was a sub, a masochist. All the men she had been with had been too careful, too afraid to lose her. And she'd play with them, lose interest and leave them. The more I treated her like dirt, the more she loved it. There was no question of whether or not I wanted her - even for just a day, even just an hour, having that beautiful blonde give herself to me willingly would be... heaven. She shuddered as I traced her neckline with my finger, delaying the inevitable as a last spark of sensibility rebelled within me, fought desperately, lost. "Well then Holly". I clasped the thick leather collar around her neck, securing it firmly but not too tight; Holly gingerly touched it, as if affirming her own defeat. "You're my bitch now". I sank back on the couch, feeling a draft against my sensitive wetness as I parted my gown for her, and even though the repulsion was still in her eyes, her inhibitions were gone.

I guided her, stroked her blonde tresses lovingly as her clumsy kisses landed on my thigh. She inched forward on her knees, momentarily glancing at me for approval. I felt her tongue flick nervously along my slit, too careful, and clasping her head I pulled her in, forcing her lips against my wet snatch. She licked in earnest now, and as aroused and sensitive as I was, even though her aim and technique were crude I couldn't withhold my moans. Snobby Holly, eating me out, surrendering herself to me. I took my time, directed her, demeaned her, but as inexperienced a cuntlapper as she was, I was way too far gone to resist for long. I smothered her with my crotch as my orgasm approached, forced her tongue deeper, rubbing my clit against her nose and wailed with pleasure as the moment finally hit. The first thing I heard was Holly wheezing for air, sitting back on her knees, her entire face a sticky mess, a droplet of my juices collecting on the ring on her collar. "V... very good Holly". I rose to my feet, trying to keep my balance as I remembered my promise to Holly. It was time for her release now. "Turn around".

She complied, her chastity belt softly clicking as she moved. I smiled seeing how wet her thighs were - this girl needed release so badly, and I was the only one who could give it to her. "Raise your ass" I instructed, teasing my own folds with the double strap-on I brought, gasping as I slid it in, then firmly secured the belt around my hips. Holly looked back, and seeing the impossibly massive black dildo jutting out from my crotch she twitched, fresh juices leaking down her trembling thighs. I groped between her legs, clumsily fiddling the key into the lock; she was moaning in anticipation, delirious from her arousal. "I bet you can't wait to have this big black cock pumping in your pussy, huh?" I teased as the lock snapped open, falling between her knees; I saw her tense up, her pink lips blooming in her wetness, she nodded weakly. "Beg for it" I hissed, squeezing her delicious ass and getting down on my knees myself now. "P-please Valerie, f-f-fuck m-m-" "Beg properly, like the horny bitch that you are". She understood, complied, willing to please, sank through her arms, her ass still held up, whining wordlessly while shaking her ass, her face blushing crimson with utter humiliation. And howled with pleasure as I plunged the rubber cock home, her first orgasm shattering her after only three strokes.

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Susan saw Holly blushing as Valerie recounted their time together, and smiled. She understood the need for a turtleneck sweater now, understood why Holly had sat down so gingerly - given her love for anal play, Valerie probably rewarded her by having her walk in public with a thick dildo up her rear. "...and after even her ass was entirely worn out I finally let her recover - but rest assured I played a lot more with my cute little fucktoy that weekend". Valerie pushed her plate across the table, leaving it before Holly, and after a quick glance Holly bent down, docilely licking the crumbs and butter from the plate. She was trained well, and Susan felt a twinge of jealousy, recalling her time with Valerie, the girls they dominated together... "So how about it Susan, want to find out just how talented this bitch has become at licking twat? She hates being lent out, but a little pussy rubbing changes her mind in seconds". "It's tempting, Val... but you know I can't cheat on Judy". "Heh... don't tell me you're becoming a steady housewife for her, Susan?" Susan and Valerie smiled at eachother; they knew it was time to part ways again. After they kissed their goodbyes, Valerie watched Susan walk off - she herself still had some wild years left in her, and with Holly they'd be a blast. She opened her purse, searched for the small black device and switched it on; Holly moaned, glancing at her in subservient lust. "Good girl, Holly" Valerie smiled.

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