Sassy Girl!
mc; mg; MF; Fg; FF; Fb; gdom; oral; inc
On the screen in the darkened office the surf music blared at a painfully loud level, and the four young, bikini-clad girls bounced past the camera and onto the sand, their flat asses wriggling as the shot focused in on their movements. From either side came the army of guys, all young, all ripped, all tanned and gleaming in the California sunshine. The girls spread out, and the guys followed, until each dancing semi-pubescent form was surrounded by a mass of gleaming musclemen who towered over their tiny forms. The camera swooped in on the star of the commercial – a young blonde who looked barely over twelve years old, a relatively flat-chested, slim-hipped little nymph that seemed to ooze sexual availability and promiscuity, clad in little more than three swatches of fabric held to her wriggling body by dental floss, who appeared to revel in the much-older male attention. Blondie smiled widely and winked… and the tag line washed across the scene. “Sassy Girl Scents!” said the breathless female voice practically moaned orgasmically as the brand name was spelled out in shiny pink, almost cartoony letters. “The boys just can’t resist!”
Josephine “Jo” Bryan slouched down further in her seat and sighed. The commercial was noxious – loud, annoying, and designed to appeal to the pedophile in the viewer. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered as she crossed her arms under her copious breasts. Her brow furrowed into a scowl, and idly she blew a few stray mahogany strands out of her eyes. I think this thing’s giving me a headache, she added silently.
Blissfully, the commercial ended and the screen cut off with a snap, and Jo spun her chair back to the desk without sitting up straight. Extending her lean, denim-clad legs in front of her, she peered at the middle-aged man seated behind the desk as he snapped on the lights with his remote. “That… was truly atrocious,” she finally said.
“I know,” agreed Jameson Stevens morosely from his seat. The sallow executive puffed his cheeks as he blew air through his pursed lips and unceremoniously tossed the remote back onto his desk. “It’s obnoxious, it’s obscene, and it brings nothing to the table. It’s just pre-teen tits and ass, telling insecure young girls, “If you use this stuff, you’ll get a hot older boyfriend and get laid!”
“Exactly,” Jo agreed. Her scowl deepened just a hair as she watched his eyes flick down from her face to her jutting double-D breasts and back up – only for a split second, a time frame so slight that a normal person wouldn’t have caught it, but to a trained observer such as she his thoughts were apparent. He might as well pull it out and wriggle it in my face, she grumped to herself. Aloud, she said, “So what’s the big deal? It’s just some worthless commercial.”
“It’s a worthless commercial… for a product… that’s kicking our fucking ass in the market!” Stevens hissed. He spun around and looked out his seventieth-floor window, the panoramic view of New York City lost on the executive in his rage. “The stuff is worthless! I’ve smelled samples, and it doesn’t even smell all that good! But ever since this stuff hit the stores last year, their sales have skyrocketed while sales for OUR line have tanked.” He spun back around and fixed his gaze on her… on her hazel eyes this time, fortunately. “Lynden Cosmetics can’t afford to take a beating like this – especially in the lucrative teen/tween cologne market. The money people are not happy. Fiscally speaking, unless we can actually figure out some way to counter this… stuff… we stand to lose a percentage of the market share that… Well, it won’t be good for anyone,” he finally concluded with a shake of his head.
“So… What do you want to do about it?” Jo finally asked.
Stevens sighed and leaned forward – which forced HER to lean forward, which gave him a perfect view of her cavernous cleavage framed by the torn-off collar of her Donnas tee-shirt. Give him a little show, she thought as she kept her annoyance off her face, get the contract, get the cash. “What I want you to do,” he said in a quiet tone of voice, “is to get in there, steal the formula for that… crap… and bring it back here. We’ll reproduce it, create our own knock-off, and flood the market. We’ll put those fuckers out of business!”
“And you want me to get in there and get it without anyone finding out, right?”
“Damn right.” Stevens was quiet for a second, and then added, “The usual fee?”
Let’s see, Jo thought as she leaned back in her chair. Cost of a fake identity… Fake background… Plus the mortgage is due and the twins have that soccer camp they want to go to… “Five hundred thousand,” she finally said.
Stevens’ face grew mottled, and the executive sputtered as Jo sat calmly in her seat and waited for his storm to subside. “Fine, five hundred thousand,” he finally said grudgingly. He looked at her with a critical eye. “You SURE you can deliver?”
“Jefferson!” Jo said with a laugh. With a wide sweep of her arm she indicated her tight body and shrugged her shoulders, a move that caused her breasts to dance beneath her shirt. “Seriously! Do you think there’s a guy who can resist this?”
As the CEO cut her a check for the first half of her payment, her mind was already turning towards her mission. I’ll probably have to play cocktease to get it done, she thought with a smile as she pried the check from his suddenly tight grip. It’s a good thing I’m so addicted to showing but not giving away!
Seven days later, Jo gritted her teeth in frustration as she sat at her desk and ran through the files flicking past on her screen for what felt like the millionth time. The morning after her meeting with Stevens, she dressed in her “office slut worker” getup, convinced that she would practically have to blow some overweight, middle-aged Human Resources drone in order to be hired as she walked into the corporate offices of Schoolgirl Scents. Get in, she thought to herself as she smoothed the far-too-short skirt that emphasized both leg and ass, unbuttoned the top three buttons of her satiny, form-fitting blouse, and crossed one silk-covered knee with the other as she dangled a two-inch stiletto from her foot. Get in, scour the network, find the formula, and get the fuck out for the rest of my cash! As the door opened behind her she pulled her shoulders back to charge up her cavernous cleavage, smiled, and turned with her best “It probably won’t happen, but you can fantasize about fucking me” smile…
At least, that was her initial plan. It turned out that “Cameron,” the HR Director with whom she had set up the appointment, was not the dumpy middle-aged man she was expecting, but rather a young-ish woman fresh out of college, bright and bubbly and exuding pure sexual fertility. Jo was used to such snags in her plans, however, and had switched from “cock-tease sex kitten” mode to “best-est girlfriend” mode, and by the end of the interview the two were giggling together like old classmates and she knew she had landed the job – the phone call two hours later was merely a formality. She went to bed that night satisfied that her plans were on track.
Of course, the next four days proved to be nothing but one frustrating setback after another. From her position as brand-new “executive secretary” to the President and Chief Researcher of Schoolgirl, Alison Palmer, she had thought that finding the formula would be a cake-walk, but the truth was nothing of the sort. She had found a wealth of files on the network, detailing the president’s itinerary, corporate bylaws, ownership and investment, marketing strategies, and even someone’s cache of lesbian porn (featuring some girls that, in her opinion, danced on the fine line between “fresh-faced starlet with daddy issues” and “underage jailbait seduced into sex acts illegal in thirty-five states”), but no formula.
The personnel at Schoolgirl weren’t much help either. She quickly realized that the vast majority of the employees were women in their twenties and thirties, most of whom had nothing but glowing, almost reverential opinions of their boss. The few token guys scattered around the office weren’t much better – she managed to seduce a junior researcher named Steven, a tall, lean man who was a strange cross between hunky and geeky who she thought might give her the access she needed, and after a sweaty, alcohol-fueled night in which she writhed beneath him in faux-pleasure as he pounded his cock into her with no technique whatsoever she believed that she had finally gotten a grip on her assignment… only to discover that the only person who knew all the formulas in toto was the mysterious Alison Palmer.
And now here it was, one week later, and she still had no idea how to complete her assignment. She furrowed her brow once more as she squinted and tried to will the pounding behind her eyes to finally go away. Ever since she had started “working” at Schoolgirl, the throbbing headache in the front of her brain seemed to grow even worse. On Monday it had been little more that a faint, distant pulse at the end of the day, something she had dismissed as a reminder that, perhaps, she was working too hard, keeping too many secrets. By Wednesday it had grown to a throbbing ache, and that evening she had doused herself with enough cold medicine to stun an elephant in an attempt to stave off the oncoming illness she was convinced was coming. Friday was horrifying – after managing to somehow make it through the day, she had ducked into the ladies room the second that the workday ended and vomited for a full five minutes as the migraine twisted her belly into a roiling knot and her skull pounded.
It had taken her the entire weekend to recover. Saturday she ignored any and all responsibilities, informing the boys that they were on their own and that she was not to be disturbed, electing to spend the entire day in her darkened bedroom as she slept off her ague. That seemed to do the trick – when she awoke in the early evening, her nude body twisted in her sweat-slicked sheets and her mouth tasting of death, she actually felt good enough to pleasure herself, stroking her rock-hard clit with furious abandon as she dreamt of hard cocks splurting thick, warm male seed into her waiting pussy until she came with explosive force. On Sunday she actually felt well, and had put her mission out of her mind as she spent time with her sons… and that evening she had masturbated once more, the buzz of her egg-shaped vibrator echoing in her ears as another army of imaginary, generic men held her down, tied her up, and literally bathed her in their love.
But now it was Monday once again, and she felt the stirrings of her headache returning as she glowered at the defiant computer before her. It’s gotta be the building, she thought wearily as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe that ‘sick building syndrome’ thing I read about a while back.
“Headache?” Jo lifted her head and regarded Jessica with bleary, blood-shot eyes. The young brunette with the perky smile and gold-flecked eyes had bonded with her new “co-worker” almost immediately, sharing both a common interest in physical fitness as well as trying to balance work with her other role as single mother of two boys. Jessica was a sweetheart who seemed to genuinely care about her well-being – but still, Jo couldn’t help but think that there was something seriously off about the woman. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but sometimes… sometimes… it felt like Jessica was keeping a deep, dark secret…
“Yeah,” Jo replied in a weary voice as she leaned back in her chair. “I don’t know what it is about this place. When I’m here, I get the worst pains just behind my eyes,” she added as she pointed to her temple.
Jessica tsked as she perched one slim hip on the corner of Jo’s desk. The redhead quickly averted her eyes as the woman’s too-short-to-be-appropriate-in-an-office skirt slipped up and graced the spy with a flash of lacy stocking-tops and creamy-white thigh-flesh. “I was the exact same way when I started working here,” the brunette replied as she pinned her purse to one slim side and peered at Jo. “A killer decongestant will take care of that problem.”
“Good to know,” Jo replied. She crossed her legs at the ankles and willed herself to keep looking at her coworker’s face as she peered at the woman. Jesus, does everyone at this company dress like they get their wardrobe from a porn set? “Too bad I don’t have any.”
“Well, I can’t help you with the meds,” Jessica replied, “but I do have something that will help.” She dug through her purse and extracted a small cellophane bag printed in bright colors and covered with Kanji characters. “I got these about a month ago when I went to Japan for the company. These are some killer cough drops – they won’t actually cure you of anything, but they definitely take care of whatever crap is floating around in the air system in here. Just make sure you don’t operate any heavy machinery when you pop one!”
“Thanks,” Jo said with a wan smile as she took the bag from the brunette. “Anything will help right now.”
“You’re welcome. Whoops!” she added as the cell in her purse buzzed. “Gotta run. You take care of yourself, ‘kay, sweetie?” Jessica patted Jo on the shoulder in a sisterly fashion and tottered back towards her office down the hall on stiletto heels. The redhead peered suspiciously at the packet in her hand, taking in the pink-and-purple cellophane, the cartoony-lettering, and the eastern-style cat that seemed to be angrily shouting at her as it told her… something. The pain behind her eyes flared once more, and with a grimace she decided to throw caution to the wind, picked out a lozenge with two long, manicured nails, and popped it in her mouth.
Almost instantly the – whatever it was – had a profound effect. An explosion of cherry flavoring washed through her mouth, intense enough to trigger her salivary glands yet not quite so powerful as to mask the odd, chemical, almost band-aid undertaste. She felt a numbness fill the back of her throat as if her vocal cords were being iced, and her sinuses instantly drained. But to her great relief the pain in her skull flared for a heartbeat and then subsided, slowly dribbling out of her brain like water down a spigot. “Oh thank God,” she muttered as she worked the lozenge around with her tongue, sighed a great sigh of satisfaction, and leaned forward to peer at the computer once more – and had to pause, her palms gripping the edge of the desk, as the office seemed to tilt and slide.
Holy fucking shit! she thought as she tried to stave off the wave of vertigo. That stuff, it works, but those side effects are a bitch! She parted her glossy lips and panted, sucking in deep lungfuls of air as she tried to stabilize her brain. After a few minutes the room stabilized, and she moved a bit slower as she returned to her secret task…
Two hours later, her mind was still reeling – the cough drops had definitely taken care of whatever-it-was that had afflicted her, but it left her so light-headed! She found it difficult to keep her thoughts in order as they skittered and scattered and flitted about her mind like fireflies in an evening sky. After ten minutes she found that she had been staring at an icon on her screen, a tiny animated butterfly that gave her access to the corporate network, and had to stifle a giggle. I’ve been looking at that thing for a week, and I never noticed that the body looks just like a hairless pussy! She shook her head and reminded herself that she was rabidly heterosexual, and tried to look down the hall to refocus her eyes. A minute later, she realized that she was staring into Jessica’s office through the ajar door, her gaze locked on the cascading wave of raven hair as it seemed to flow over the woman’s white blouse like a black river and undulated as the woman moved.
A loud DING! from the elevators shook her back to reality once more, and she turned to see her brand-new target exit the car. Alison Palmer was far younger than she expected, a tall, slim-hipped woman with firm, perky breasts, shoulder-length brown hair the color of cinnamon, and warm brown eyes peering out from behind black-rimmed glasses. Her skirt’s awfully short, Jo thought idly as she glanced at the woman’s long, toned legs as her heels clack-clack-clacked across the marble floor. A flash of pink caught the corner of her eye, and she tore her gaze away from her new boss to regard her boss’s… companion?
Strange, Jo thought with a frown. Is it ‘Take Your Daughter to Work Day,’ and nobody bothered to tell me? The young girl who accompanied Alison out of the elevator was over a foot shorter than the executive, sported long, flowing blonde hair the color of light honey, and seemed to be all arms and legs as she skittered along behind Alison. She was at that gawky age where her body was still trying to catch up to her desires, and she had tried to offset her immature, wobbly, colt-like nature by wearing a pink dress with a short, flaring skirt and a tight bodice that emphasized her flat backside and the barest hint of swelling breast. The girl turned her head and Jo spotted the tiny pink butterfly barrettes holding her hair out of her face… before the girl fixed her with a pair of blue eyes that seemed to burn right through the spy with an icy regard.
Wait, that must be Erin, Jo realized with a start as recognition set it. It had all been in the dossier on Alison… how she was single and had no children, but she did have a twelve-year-old half-sister of whom she was the legal guardian. Background on the girls was murky at best – the security officers at Lynden were only able to determine that Alison’s father was out of the picture, the girl’s mother was dead (under some sketchy circumstances, in her opinion), and that Erin’s father was in prison serving time for some crime in a sealed court case. Alison was guardian of her sister… But beyond that, she had little to go on regarding the pair.
Jo tried to look busy as she shuffled her papers on her desk, all the while watching the pair out of the corner of her eye. Alison strode purposefully down the hall with Erin close behind, the girl’s own short, pink heels beating out a double-time tempo as she tried to keep up with her much taller, much more mature sister. A flash of black and white as Jessica practically leapt from her office to catch the pair in the hall. The black-haired woman said something to Erin, who said something back, and Jessica flushed a crimson red as she turned to Alison. More whispers, more murmurs, and Jo suddenly felt like an exhibit in a cage at the zoo as three sets of eyes, two brown and one blue, peered at her. More words, another glance, and Alison resumed her trek down the hall as Erin darted into Jessica’s office and the older woman followed.
“Good afternoon,” Alison said with a smile as she stood before the desk. “You must be Jacqueline, our new admin. Welcome aboard!”
Jo stared at the brunette executive dumbly for a heartbeat, until she remembered that Jacqueline was her cover identity. “Oh! Yes, yes I am, and you must be Ms. Palmer. Thank you for offering me this position, ma’am, and I look forward to proving myself to you!”
Alison paused and cocked her head to one side as she peered at Jo, staring as if she were a dog who had just noticed something interesting in the suddenly self-conscious redhead. “Are you now?” she murmured, half-question and half-rhetorical statement. As Jo’s vertigo resurged she was aware of the executive looking her up and down, could feel the young woman’s eyes sliding over her body. “Well then, I hope that you find… what you’re looking for here,” she finally said when she moved her gaze back up to Jo’s.
What the hell did she mean by that? Jo wondered. Before she had a chance to respond Jessica’s office door swung open, and Erin clack-clack-clacked her way into the hall and moved straight towards her sister. Behind her Jessica stood in the open door, a winsome look on her face as she stared at the two sisters – and Jo could have sworn that the normally fastidious Jessica looked somewhat rumpled as the black-haired beauty shut her door.
“Is this your new assistant?” asked Erin, her voice high and lilting and sounding very, very young.
“Yes, this is Jacqueline,” Alison replied.
“Ah.” It was Erin’s turn to scan Jo up and down, and once more the redhead felt the skittering of another’s gaze on her body. “Hey Allie,” Erin finally said after she broke her gaze, “don’t you have that thing?”
Alison had a confused look on her face as she stared at her sister, only to physically shake herself. “Oh, right! That thing!” Turning back to Jo, she added, “It looks like you’ll get your very first chance to ‘prove’ yourself to me. Grab your tablet – you’ll want to take notes – and come into my office.” Without another word the pair turned and walked through the massive, almost imposing mahogany doors behind Jo’s desk.
Jo rose from her desk, gripping the edge tightly as another wave of dizziness washed over her, palmed the tablet from the surface and dropped a spare cough drop into the mostly-ornamental pocket on the front of her sheer white satin blouse, and followed the pair into Alison’s office. She felt herself wobble as she moved, and it took all of her willpower to keep from tottering off of her stilettos and falling face-first to the cool marble beneath her feet. Keep it together keep it together keepittogether… The steely part of her mind repeated the mantra over and over, chanting to her conscious brain in an attempt to continue moving forward.
Alison’s office was nicely furnished and for a moment Jo felt a bit out of her element. A large, wide, sturdy glass-surfaced desk stood strong in front of a glass wall that looked out over the city skyline, and an expensive patterned carpet seemed to extend for miles in all directions. Large lithographs displaying Schoolgirl products and marketing campaigns adorned the walls and hung above the large leather couch pushed up against the wall. “Have a seat,” Alison instructed as she waved towards one of the two expensive chairs facing the desk. Erin didn’t say a word but merely hopped up on the couch and squirmed back to brace herself against the cushion as she crossed her legs, her tiny form being swallowed by the massive, overstuffed seat.
“I want to thank you again for hiring me, Ms. Palmer,” Jo said as she gratefully sank into the chair.
Alison responded with a smile and a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied. She sat back in her chair and regarded the redhead before her, her gaze critical as she looked Jo up and down. For her part Jo plastered a friendly smile on her face as she fought another wave of dizziness, folded her hands in her lap, and sat up straight. Behind her she could feel the eyes of the little girl boring into her skull, and once more she wondered just what exactly Alison’s little sister was doing in the office.
“So…” Alison finally began. “How have you enjoyed your first week here at Schoolgirl?”
“Oh… It’s been wonderful!” Jo replied. Her brow narrowed slightly as she felt the faint pounding of her headache returning, and she squinted as the clouds outside parted slightly and a beam of light lanced through the windows and seemingly into her eyes. “I’ve already learned so much, and I can’t wait to learn even more under your tutelage!”
“That’s good.”
Jo wasn’t quite sure because of the glare, but she could swear that even though Alison was smiling in a friendly manner the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Tiny beads of sweat rolled down between her breasts and her skin felt flushed as another wave of dizziness washed through her brain, and the redhead’s smile grew a touch sickly as she fought to stay in her seat. Behind her the girl on the couch rustled a bit, and then Jo heard the spritz of an atomizer, four short, sharp fsssts as she applied some cologne and the heavy scent of Sassy Girl! filled the room. Almost instantly Jo’s head throbbed, pounded, roared as her headache returned with a vengeance, and an involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she winced in pain.
“Headache?” Alison’s voice held a note of sympathy, a note of kindness… yet there was also an undercurrent of cool, detached analysis, almost as if she were being tested. Jo simply nodded, and the brunette tsked. “Jessica said that you had a bag of those cough drops that seem to do the trick, why don’t you have another one? That might help.”
“Th… Thank you, ma’am.” Jo fished the drop out of her breast pocket and popped it in her mouth, and instantly the agonizing pain behind her eyes dulled to an annoying ache – and the entire room seemed to roil beneath her, to tilt and whirl and spin even as she sagged in her chair. “I… I really want…” she mumbled as the lozenge clacked against her even, white teeth.
“That’s okay,” Alison replied coolly. She flicked her eyes past Jo’s shoulder as she glanced at her sister, and then locked her brown eyes with the spy’s green. “We already know what you want. And we know that you’re not who you say you are,” she added as she tapped on lone, crimson nail on a folder on her desk.
Why didn’t I notice that before? Jo thought. “I don’t know...” she slurred.
“There is no ‘Jacqueline MacKenzie,’” Alison continued smoothly, ignoring Jo’s objections as she flipped open the folder. “We know your real name is Josephine Bryan, although you like to go by Jo. We know that you’ve somehow earned enough money over the past five years to be able to afford a very expensive house, an expensive car, and you pay your credit cards off at the end of each month.” She glanced down at the folder for a moment and then returned her gaze to the redhead. “We also know that you’re a lying, deceitful, manipulative slut who’s not above screwing to get what you want. Do the words, ‘Oh yes, yes, oh God, pound it in me, pound it in and make me feel it, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh God you’re tearing me open don’t stop don’t stop’ sound familiar?”
That was me! That’s what I said with Steven last week! “I… I…” Jo’s mind was fuzzy, her thoughts slipping in and out of her consciousness like quicksilver, unable to hold onto a single idea for more than a split-second at a time. Her skin burned, little droplets of perspiration forming and rolling down her face, her chest, her entire body. Her tongue felt swollen and her mouth fuzzy, and as she tried to talk she slurred her words as she tried heroically to shove them past her numb, lifeless lips. She felt one corner of her mouth droop and a thin, sticky stream of red-tinged spittle ooze down her chin and drip onto her no-longer-pristine blouse, and she tried to raise her hand to wipe her face but her hand was heavy, so heavy, too heavy to lift, and it felt so good just to leave it dangling off the side of the chair! “I dthonn’t gno wa…” she mumbled.
“I think you gave her too much,” she distantly heard Erin say, the little girl’s voice sounding as if it came from millions of miles away.
“Josephine. Jo!” The redhead’s eyes rolled for a second before focusing back on Alison, who had seemingly instantaneously leaned across the desk and was snapping her fingers in Jo’s face. “That’s it. Focus. Right here, that’s it. Who sent you here? What are you after?”
“I… I can’t…” She felt so tired, so hot, she was sick! Why can’t she understand that I’ll tell her after a nap? “I don’t know…”
“This isn’t working,” Erin said sharply as she rustled about behind Jo. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Alison glanced at her sister and frowned, a tight, sharp furrow creasing her brow as her mouth pursed in distaste. “Does it have to be that way, Mistress?” she asked in a tight voice.
“Are you questioning me, slave?” came Erin’s sharp reply.
That’s so weird, why is that little girl bossing around her sister like that?
Alison dropped her gaze to her desk, her demeanor instantly becoming submissive. “Slut is sorry, Mistress,” she apologized in a stricken voice. “Slut forgot her place. Slut shall do whatever you wish.”
“That’s better. Turn her chair around, I don’t think she’s even aware enough to do it on her own.”
Jo watched dully as Alison stood up from her chair and moved around the desk. As the young woman moved she pulled up her skirt, slipped her fingers into her panties, and rolled the tiny pink bikini briefs down her thighs. “She is attractive, Mistress,” she said as she stood over the stunned redhead and ran her fingertips along Jo’s jaw line. Placing two delicate fingers on her chin, Alison gently lifted Jo’s face, and the redhead could only react dully as the tall woman brought her lips down to hers. “Mmmm,” Alison murmured in pleasure as her tongue darted in and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. As the brunette’s tongue wormed between her lips and her hot breath washed down her throat, Jo could feel the woman’s hands roaming over her body – down her chest and over her large, heavy breasts. “And she tastes good, too – like mint!” Alison added as she tore her lips away with a gasp.
“How’s her body, slave?” Jo heard the girl – the little girl! – seated behind her ask. “Are her tits as big as we think?”
Alison didn’t hesitate. She slipped her hands down the front of Jo’s satin blouse, firmly grasped the lapels, and tore her top open, With a single fluid motion she hooked her fingernails into Jo’s bra straps and pulled both blouse and bra off her shoulders. The redhead’s firm double-D’s fell free, standing proud and firm from her chest as they jutted above the remains of her disguise. “B… Bigger, mistress!” Alison stammered. She hefted one massive globe in her palm, and Jo could do nothing as she bounced the firm tit in her palm. “And they’re real, too!”
“Turn her around,” Erin repeated. Alison spun the chair, and Jo gasped as she caught sight of the pre-teen girl. Erin was slouched low on the cushion of the couch, her heels braced on the edge and her legs spread wide. She had pulled the hem of her pink dress to her waist, exposing the cleft between her thighs to the dazed redhead. As Jo watched Erin slid an exploratory finger up her slit, letting one long nail slip into the quarter-sized, immature pussy. “You’re right, slave,” the blonde girl said with delight. “Her tits look… slappable.” Turning her attention to Jo, her smile grew feral. “Do you like what you see, spy?” she asked. She pressed her fingertips to either side of the slit and pulled, parting her pussy and exposing the bright-pink, gleaming flesh of her inner sex to the woman. “Don’t you think my cunny looks tasty?”
“I… I…” It DOES look tasty! Wait, that’s not right… Jo’s mind was awhirl with disjointed thoughts, awash with the hormones flooding her system, awry as her world seemed to shrink to the tiny, underage girl splayed on the couch exposing her delicate sex to her. Bonelessly she slid from the chair, her gaze fixated on her target, and crawled across the carpet. Every handfall, every slide of her knees seemed to bring her closer to the object of her desire. Dimly she was aware of Alison moving behind her, of the woman’s presence looming over her form, and a small voice screamed that this was wrong, that something was very, very off, that she had a job to do… but all she could think about was the girl on the couch, how she was offering herself to the older woman, how good the spread, gleaming pussy before her would taste and how happy the little girl would be if Jo made her cum…
“That’s it, Josephine,” Erin said in a light, breathy voice as Jo’s hot breath washed over her inner thighs. “Here I am, all spread out for you. Don’t you want to make me happy? Wouldn’t it make you happy to make me happy? Don’t you want to suck on my cunny until I cum?”
“I don’t… This…” She placed her hands on the inside of Erin’s legs, and Jo was surprised at how warm the girl’s flesh felt under her palms. The delicate scent of pussy filled her nose, and without thought she brought her face closer, closer still, drinking in the heavenly scent. Her eyes fluttered half-closed and a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her lips as her tongue flicked out and she lashed Erin’s clit, then again, and again. She lapped fully, running her tongue along the length of the tiny slit before her, tasting the girl in her mouth. And then all reason fled her mind and she feasted, each lap of her tongue sending a shiver of erotic pleasure down her spine.
Dimly, a tiny little voice in the back of her mind kept screaming. This is WRONG something is WRONG HERE godDAMNIT wake up you stupid cunt!!! She could feel Alison flip up the back of her skirt, could sense the company’s president rolling her panties down her thighs, could feel both the cool air of the office and the warm breath of the brunette on her exposed backside, all things that should have warned her… but her world was reduced to the girl before her, offering herself to Jo, begging for the redhead to pleasure her!
The taste of Erin’s pussy was intoxicating, and Jo moaned as she wormed her tongue deeper into the little girl’s tight, fuzzed slit. Part of her knew that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be enjoying it, that SHE should be the one in control and that there was no way she could be attracted to another woman, let alone a little girl… but the delicate scent of her Mistress’s pussy that tickled her nose caused a roaring in her brain that reduced her objections to the barest of whispers. As she feasted she was dimly aware of Alison crouching beside her, levering her arms behind her back and lashing her wrists together with her own belt and leaving her helpless, but she didn’t care, so didn’t care! I hope my performance pleases Mistress! she thought as she lapped and suckled. Maybe if I fuck her with my tongue…
“God… damn!” Erin hissed, her voice thick with lust. “This little cunt is sure getting into this! I thought you said that she was straight,” she added to her sister, her comment more of an accusation than a statement of fact.
“I thought she was!” Alison replied, her voice quavering with fear. She grabbed a handful of Jo’s hair and yanked back, pulling the redhead’s moaning face away from Erin’s gleaming pussy. “Are you a dyke, you little cunt?” she asked hotly as she brought her palm across her victim’s pale, heart-shaped ass.
The stinging slap cracked through the office, and Jo yelped involuntarily as tears stung the corners of her eyes. “No, I never!” she insisted. Her scalp burned as she tried to push her face forward, tried to bury her tongue back into the succulent pussy that was just out of reach. “Please, I never, but I need to please Mistress…”
Erin leaned forward as Alison pulled back even further, brining Jo to an upright position. “You know what would please me, slave?” the little girl whispered. She ran a fingertip down the line of Jo’s jaw, sending a shiver down the spine of the helpless redhead as Erin ran her finger through the glaze covering Jo’s lips. “It would please me if you told us all about your assignment. Y’know, who sent you, what you were supposed to do…”
Despite the drugs coursing through her system, despite her helpless state, despite her Mistress being inches away and peering at her with brilliant blue eyes filled with the promise of fingers and tongues and her young, thin, undeveloped body pressed against hers, Jo STILL couldn’t speak. “Mistress,” she stammered as tears rolled down her cheeks, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I WANT to, but I can’t…”
Jo felt her heart break as Erin’s gaze lost their luster and her brow furrowed in annoyance. “Fine,” she hissed as she slapped Jo across her tear-stained, freckled cheek. “Then you will suffer.” She waved her hand and Alison quickly slipped Jo’s black silk panties into her younger sister’s hand. “Open,” Erin simply said, and the sobbing Jo parted her lips. Without ceremony the girl stuffed Jo’s panties into her mouth. “Suck on this, then,” Erin commanded, and Jo did as she was bade, desperate to make Mistress happy. “Put her back in the chair, and prepare yourself,” she added to her sister.
Jo stumbled to her feet as Alison dragged her backwards by her hair, physically hauling the older woman away from the object of her obsession. Her moans were muffled by the lingerie stuffed in her mouth as she was thrown into the chair, and she sat with her breasts exposed and legs spread, helpless to do anything. Her green eyes drank in the sight before her… Erin slipping the pink dress up her body and over her head, carelessly tossing it aside to stand nude before her like a goddess… Alison towering over the tiny girl as she too disrobed, revealing a firm, fit body, smallish breasts, and a pussy with even less hair than her sister’s… Alison pulling the harness up her legs and locking it into place around her hips, a black mesh contraption from which hung a long, thick, bulbous dildo with a head the size of a small apple and a shaft as big as Erin’s forearm… Oh GOD please Mistress please… her mind begged as she sobbed in frustration. Her nipples felt hard enough to cut glass, her pussy was slick with desire, her head throbbed with the sheer lust floating through her body as her gaze tracked the little girl’s movements and tasted her own pussy on her tongue.
“Watch what you can have, slut,” Erin said in a low voice. Alison was seated on the couch, her fist stroking the foot-long faux-cock, spreading a thick, gleaming gel along the length. Erin positioned herself above her sister, her feet wide as she straddled Alison’s legs, her hairless pussy just inches above the dildo. “Watch what sort of pleasures I’ll allow you to give me,” she whispered as she reached behind her back, took the flesh-colored shaft in one tiny hand, and lowered herself down. Erin mewled lightly, her high-pitched, girlish voice sounding like a kitten’s, as she rubbed the thick head back and forth along her slit. “Watch what I can do…” she added, locking her eyes on Jo’s.
No way, it’s WAY too big to fit inside her! the redhead thought as Erin rolled her hips. Jo’s eyes grew wide as Erin’s tiny slit stretched wide, wider, wider still, as she let her body weight do all the work. The little girl groaned and her taut thighs trembled as she forced her pussy down around the head of the dildo. One inch, two inches, three… Jo could only watch in astonishment, her own body trembling and her clit and nipples harder than stone as Erin sagged back against her sister. Alison slid her hands up Erin’s smooth torso to cup her barely-there breasts. The young woman squeezed her sister’s swells tightly and forced her down even further, shoving another inch of dildo into the little girl’s straining cunt. Jo moaned in unrestrained lust as she saw the head of the dildo bulge inside the girl, creating a swollen lump just below her navel as the blonde was impaled.
“Do… Do you like what you see?” Erin hissed. Her lips were pulled back as she bared her teeth and grunted with the effort, and tears of discomfort dotted the corners of her eyes as she glared at Jo through slitted eyes. “Oh God, it hurts, but it feels so good!” She placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and locked her elbows, letting her straight blonde hair cascade over her shoulders like a waterfall as she raised herself up an inch, then sank back down another two, and again, and again, each impalement accompanied by a tiny, sobbing whimper, until a full eight inches of massive dildo was buried in her pre-teen cunt. “Oh fuck,” Erin moaned, “it’s like I’m getting fisted!”
“Just like that time last year when we fisted each other, Mistress?” Alison asked, her voice hopeful.
“Exactly like that, slave,” Erin replied. She rolled her hips and shuddered, luxuriating in the agonizing fullness of her pussy. “You bought well, slave. I am pleased.”
“Oh, thank you Mistress, thank you!” Jo could hear the sheer joy in the woman’s voice as she wriggled with delight – a maneuver that pressed even more of the dildo into Erin’s already packed cunt. “Will you let me cum today? I’ve been ever so good…”
“Y… Yes,” Erin hissed. She leaned forward, her blue eyes locked on Jo’s green orbs, making sure that her captive saw ever second of the girl’s self-violation. Her hips rolled in a perfect rhythm, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, each roll twisting the dildo embedded in her body. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah, fuck! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah!!! Oh God, Josephine, I so wish this were you doing this to me!” Erin’s tinkling, melodic voice rang in Jo’s ears, each syllable crashing against her defenses. “Yeah! Yeah!!! Almost! Almost! Al…” With a shudder of pure ecstasy, Erin’s eyes rolled up into her skull as Alison twisted her tiny stiff nipples painfully and the little girl came, her orgasm rolling through her trembling body as her womb sought the sperm it was convinced flooded her cunt. Jo whimpered as she watched the girl’s belly undulate and roll, reflective of the spasms her over-stuffed pussy made around the rubber cock. The girl’s bubble-gum pink lips fell open in a silent, breathless cry of bliss as she threw her head back, a pose she held for ten long seconds… Until, with a great shuddering sigh of release, she crashed back to the present. Her entire body seemed to collapse in on itself as she sagged against her sister, her pale skin gleaming with the sweat of her exertions, her bangs plastered to her forehead and falling over her eyes.
Alison slipped her fingertips from the gentle swells of her sister’s chest and wrapped her arms around Erin, hugging the girl tight as she trembled through her post-orgasmic aftershocks. “D’ya see what you could have, cunt?” she asked Jo in a low voice. Without removing her brown eyes from her green, the helpless woman could only whimper in desire as Alison nuzzled the side of her sister’s neck, and then ran her tongue over her sweat-slicked flesh. “Mmmm,” she murmured with pleasure as she rolled her hips slightly, moving the massive dildo inside Erin’s straining pussy and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the girl. “You see what you could have, if you weren’t being such a nasty, lying cunt?” she threw at Jo.
“Tha… That’s enough, Alison,” Erin gasped as she lightly patted her sister’s hip.
Alison dropped her gaze to the floor and immediately twisted her face into a mask of contrition. “Slut is sorry, Mistress,” she said in a stricken tone. “Slut spoke out of turn, and Slut awaits your punishment.”
Erin slid off her sister, almost oozing onto the leather couch beside the older woman. As she moved she let her legs splay wide, in part to allow the dildo to slide out of her overfucked pussy, in part to show Jo exactly what to expect. The redhead trembled in her seat, the tattered remains of her clothing a sodden mess on her tiny frame from the lust-fueled sweat pouring from her body, her green orbs locked on the girl’s gaping cunt. Erin made no move to hide anything, and stretched languidly as Jo watched her gaping hole slowly start to close. “I think you should bring our new sister over her, slave,” she said languidly to Alison. “Make her kneel before the couch, so I can play with my new toy.”
“Yes, Mistress. Immediately, Mistress.” Alison practically leapt from the couch and strode over to the waiting Jo, the massive dildo bouncing between her legs as she moved. “On the floor, slut,” she said as she grasped the redhead by the back of the neck and pushed her to the floor. “Crawl over to Mistress.”
Jo couldn’t resist… She couldn’t comprehend resisting the command. There she was, soaked with sweat, her eyes affixed to a pre-teen’s freshly-fucked pussy, her tits hanging free and her skirt riding up her bare ass, crawling across the floor in supplication towards her new master. “I… I…”
“Did you want to say something?” Erin replied with a smirk. She slipped two fingers down to her sex, slid them between her puffy, swollen lips with a shudder, and brought them out. When she waved them in her face, Jo could see the digits gleam in the light of the windows from the juices coating their tips. “Like, you wanted to tell us who sent you, and what exactly you were after?”
“I… I can’t. Please, don’t make me!” Jo wanted to talk, so wanted to confess all her sins, all her fear, everything to the angelic figure reclining before her… but a small, hard part of her psyche reared up in rebellion. Not a word, not a fucking word! the little voice in the back of her mind yelled. You can’t say a word! “Please, Mistress, don’t make me,” she sobbed as tears flowed down her cheeks. “I can’t, I mustn’t…”
Erin sighed. “I am so disappointed,” she said with a frown as Jo’s heart broke. “As punishment, I think I’ll take your name away.” The girl waved her hand, wriggled her fingers, and added, “Poof! There, done. You are now a nobody.”
A small part of her knew it was ridiculous, that this girl did not, could not have that sort of power – but immediately the redhead sobbed with a soul-wrenching sadness. “No, please, don’t!” she begged, tearing her stockings on the carpet as she shuffled across the floor to Erin. “Please, no, please, I’ll do anything, please, just give me a name…”
“Hmph.” Erin glanced up to her sister, who towered over the cowering redhead. “Well, what should we do with… it?”
“What do you want to do with it, Mistress?” replied Alison. The redhead glanced over her shoulder and noticed the cruel set to the brunette’s mouth, the hard, glittering eyes, and especially the way she noticed her staring at her heart-shaped ass as she stroked the mega-dildo.
“I think,” Erin said slowly as she let her legs close and propped herself up on one elbow, and the redhead felt her heart leap into her throat. “I think I want to taste her. Hold her in place with her ass in the air.”
The thought of the young girl tasting, feasting her burning, drooling snatch filled the redhead with such joy that she thought her heart would burst in her chest. “Yes, Mistress!” she said. Without hesitation she rolled onto her bound arms and raised her legs, curling her pelvis until her knees pressed against the sides of her breasts. As she lay curled, exposed, open to anyone who wished access to her inner body, she heard Erin slide off the couch and slip across the carpet towards her. Alison unsnapped the harness around her waist and dropped the monster dildo to the floor with a heavy THUNK as she gently knelt, her knees bracketing the redhead’s skull, and placed her warm hands on the redhead’s smooth, taut thighs. The redhead could see her own pussy and the brunette above her face, could hear the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her chest, could smell the female sex permeating the room… but her entire world had shrunk to the Mistress, and her Mistress’s touch, and her own throbbing clit and aching nipples and burning flesh… And then she felt cool, slick flesh against her back, and two tiny rock-hard nubbins pressing into the small of her back, and she shivered with delight as she felt Mistress’s hot breath waft across her backside.
“Spread it,” Erin commanded, and Alison slid her hands up the redhead’s thighs to her cheeks. A gentle pressure, and suddenly she felt her crack being parted, exposing her body completely to the gaze of her Mistress. “Mmm, nice,” the girl murmured as she slid a finger across the sensitive flesh between her sex and her asshole, and then pushed an exploratory finger into the redhead’s pussy. “It’s nice and tight, too! Do you think it would like being torn open?”
“I think it deserves it, Mistress!” Alison hunched over, positioned her face over the redhead’s, and gazed into the toy’s glassy green orbs. She ducked her head down, and her tongue darted out to caress her victim’s glossy, gaping lips. “I think it needs to be taught what the penalty is for spying!”
“I couldn’t agree more, slave.” The redhead could only lay there helplessly as Mistress Erin added a second finger into her drooling pussy, then a third. The girl wriggled her fingers, and the redhead shuddered in pleasure as she felt the stiff digits squirming inside of her. Mistress Erin added a fourth finger and fiercely plunged them in and out – and then pulled them from her pussy with a suddenness that shocked her. A tiny pink tongue lapped at the gleaming juices on her hand, and then as she watched Erin leaned in and spat into her gaping snatch.
The redhead shuddered once more as she felt the warm, wet spittle oozing down inside of her, but then felt her heart skip a beat as Mistress coolly said, “Hand me the dildo.” The faux-cock looked massive in the girl’s tiny grip, a monstrous weapon that would spear her completely. “Well, spy,” the tiny blonde said menacingly, “you don’t have a name, and I won’t let you cum until you confess your sins. But I will spear you like a pig at a roast unless you talk. So, that’s your choice… Either get torn open, or sing. And you will remain a nobody until I say otherwise – which won’t occur until you admit your crimes. What’s it going to be?”
“I… Please, Mistress…” The redhead couldn’t believe the sheer whimpering need in her voice, hear the strain in the words issuing from her lips, as she pled for mercy. No name, helpless, horny, tormented – she wanted to talk, needed to talk. But still something inside of her, a strong, hard nugget of defiance welled up and stilled her tongue. “Please, I want to, but I can’t…”
“Torn open it is, then.” Erin flipped her long hair over one shoulder, leaned forward, and spat onto the redhead’s sex once again, splattering a large wad of sticky spittle over her victim’s throbbing clit. Erin placed the bulbous tip of the dildo against her sex, slid one tiny hand up to the base for leverage, and gently pushed.
The redhead moaned, a deep, guttural moan of pure lust-fueled agony, as she felt the girth of the intruder stretch her puffy lips and push into her. The toy was far larger than anything she had ever had pushed inside of her in her life, and for a moment she feared that it would tear her open, that it would rip her innards out… but with a sudden release the baseball-sized head rammed past her opening and was inside of her. “Aaaahhhh,” the redhead groaned, her face a mask of agony as she felt the thing slide into her, felt it scrape along the slick, sensitive, stretched walls of her pussy. “No, please Mistress, don’t please…”
Erin pulled back slightly and the redhead watched in horror as her entire sex seemed to bulge out. The girl paused for a second, and then spat on her painfully-taut pussy lips. “Don’t deny it, you love this, don’t you?” the girl taunted as she pressed the toy deeper into the redhead with one hand while she stroked her clit with the other. “You love getting speared, and you would so love to cum. But you can’t, can you? You don’t even have a name.” The girl paused and then leaned forward, pushing another inch of toy into the redhead’s already-overstuffed sex. “Please, won’t you confess?” she asked in a high-pitched, sing-song voice, a voice that sent a chill up the redhead’s spine. “I want to give you back your name… I want to make you cum!” Her tongue flicked out once more, this time lashing across her victim’s clit and sending another spike of pleasure through the woman. “And I know you’ll taste so good when you cum, and it would make me so happy…”
“Just do it, you little slut!” added Alison. The brunette darted back in, but this time instead of lapping at the redhead’s lips like a puppy she kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss filled with lust and longing and the promise of intense pleasures. “Oh God, you’re making me so horny,” she moaned breathily, her hot exhalation washing across the redhead’s superheated flesh like a warm breeze. “I want to watch you cum, that would be so hot… So please, I’m begging you, please make Mistress happy and confess!”
The redhead was so confused! Her mind was awash in sensations – from the straining of her violated pussy, to the gentle, kitten-like laps of the little girl working her clit, to the gorgeous brunette begging, pleading with her to cum, to succumb to the pleasure, to the way she was helplessly splayed, displayed for the sisters’ entertainment… All of it combined in her drug-addled brain, confusing her, terrifying her, thrilling her. The redhead felt herself wavering, felt her will to resist begin to crumble, felt the strong, tiny voice in her mind shrink and fade and become overwhelmed by the sheer lust flowing through her brain. “I can’t…” she whisper/moaned.
“Please, slave?” asked Erin, her eyes wide and her lashes fluttering as she rested her head between the redhead’s legs, the edge of her cheek resting on the dildo as she slowly pumped it in and out. “Please? It would make me so horny I’d probably just finger myself right here… or, I might let you eat me out again. Please?”
The last entreaty was too much for the redhead, and the last of her will broke. And so she confessed everything… How she was hired to infiltrate Schoolgirl Scents, how she was to retrieve the formula, how she was going to provide it to Mistress’s competitors. And then she confessed other sins – how she used her body to manipulate the men she encountered, how she had seduced her babysitter’s boyfriend when she was twelve just to see if she could, how everything she did in her life was focused on money and her tony mansion and providing for her twin sons. “I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. The pain in her pussy was incredible, the pressure building to such heights that she thought she might actually explode. “I’m so sorry for everything, please, let me cum, give me back my name, please!”
“There now,” Erin said with a beautiful smile. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She tightened her grip on the base of the dildo and pumped, ramming the huge faux-cock in and out of her newest slave’s pussy with fierce determination. Each pump slammed the tip into her hyper-sensitive cervix, sending a spike of agonizing ecstasy coursing through her body, and tiny droplets of her own pussy juices showered down over her face and breasts. “And as an extra-special reward, your name is now… Cunt.”
“Cunt!” It sounded so beautiful, so natural, so perfect! “Cunt!” Mistress was sooooo kind, giving her a name once more! “Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” Distantly she was aware of the dildo being yanked from her straining pussy one more time, and Mistress’s hair sliding over her inner thighs as she spat into her new slave’s gaping hole once more. “Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” The redhead chanted in time as Erin plunged the oversized toy back inside her helpless body, her own flowing juices combining with the residue of Mistress’s and Mistress’s spittle created a glorious brew in her sex that oozed into her waiting womb. “Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!”
“You heard her, slave,” Erin said as she peered at Alison. “Give our new sister what she wants.”
“Really, Mistress?” Alison asked with excitement from where she knelt at Cunt’s head, giving the sensitive nipples of her new playmate an extra-hard twist.
“Yes, you’ve earned it.”
“Oh, thank you, Mistress, thank you!” Alison crawled forward until her cleft dangled enticingly above Cunt’s face, her drooling pussy lips just tantalizingly out of reach. Cunt thrust her head up and buried her tongue into the brunette’s hairless slit, her tongue nimbly worming its way deep into the soft, salty-sweetness of the woman. Alison favored her sister with a deep, passionate kiss, and then added her tongue to Cunt’s torment. As Cunt tasted Alison’s orgasm on her tongue, felt the twisting of her nipples, the spearing of her wide-stretched pussy, the worming sensation on her clit, she could feel her mind start to slip…
“Cunt, you may cum now.”
Mistress’s five words cut through her fog, and she was cumming, an orgasm long and hard and so intense that she could feel her very soul shatter. As her consciousness swam and her eyes rolled back into her head she could hear Mistress’s rapid breaths as she continued to work the toy into her, feel Alison’s long nails stabbing into her sensitive tit-flesh, taste pussy on her lips, smell the overwhelming scent of well-fucked cunt, and her orgasm rolled on and on and on as she bucked and writhed under the two sisters…
She didn’t know how long it lasted, how long her entire existence had shrunk to her hyper-sensitive pussy and the waves of undulating pleasure roiling through her body and rendering all rational thought gone. A millisecond, an hour, an eon, a minute… Cunt wasn’t sure. She swam in and out of consciousness, and only little snippets remained. The two sisters kissing deeply over her spasming form, Mistress Erin twisting the moaning Alison’s nipple in what looked like a painful fashion… The brunette’s face hovering over hers, her beautiful visage twisted into a mask of darkness, as she hissed “You will never be her number one slave, Cunt!” before spitting a thick, sticky wad of spittle into the redhead’s gaping mouth, where it slid down her tongue and into her throat… The repeating mechanical cli-CLACK of a digital camera… The cool air washing across her bare, erect nipples as she lay comatose on the sweat- and girl-cum stained carpet, the massive dildo still lodged in her well-fucked pussy… All of it blurred into a jumble of disjointed images as the thing that was once Jo slipped away.
On memory, one of her last, stood out starkly. “So,” Alison asked lazily as she stroked her nude sister, “what do we do with her?”
Mistress Erin thought for a second, and then an evil smile crossed her face. “Get some clothes on and go grab her purse from her desk,” she ordered, giving her most favored pet a smart slap across a firm backside. “I need to get some numbers from her cell.” As she looked down her nose at the violated redhead, her eyes were cold and calculating.
“I think it’s time someone had an attitude adjustment. A permanent adjustment.”
And then Cunt couldn’t remember anything more.
Jo sat in front of her computer and stared at the screen. She paused, her fingers poised above the keyboard, as she tried to sort through the thoughts in her head. It was just so hard for her to figure out exactly what she wanted to say, and she knew that this was a critical letter that just had to be perfect. She lowered her fingers to the keys and typed – and a nonsensical stream of gibberish arced across the page.
If only I wasn’t so stupid, she thought with a hiss of annoyance as she repeatedly pounded the backspace key. Part of her mind, a tiny, distant voice shrieking at her from a thousand miles away, tried to warn her that she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, and that she had to do something… but she shook her head slightly, her loose red hair sliding over her pale shoulders as she bade the little voice to go away. I am stupid, she thought to herself as she unwrapped another of the oh-so-delicious hard candies that Mistress Erin had given to her and popped it in her mouth. The explosion of cherries on her tongue (and the vague hint of… something… lurking behind the taste that almost seemed chemical) brought a murmur of pleasure to her lips. Mistress Erin had told her that the candies would help her become a better person – they would help to bring her truest self out from behind the tough mask she had worn for so many years. And if Mistress Erin says that’s a good thing, then it obviously is a good thing. After all, she loves me and only wants what’s best for me, right?
The thought of her Mistress sent a shiver up her spine and a moistness between her legs. Mistress Erin was soooooooo good to her, especially after her attempt at betrayal! After giving her the most explosive orgasm of her life, she actually gave her a job! Executive assistant to the President of Schoolgirl Scents! Jo thought with pride as she wriggled in her chair. Such an important job! And she’s trusting it to a stupid, worthless cunt like ME! Jo found her mind wandering as she suckled on the candy and tried to think of a way to thank Mistress Erin for the honor. Something more than sex… THAT was part of her job description, a task that she was more than happy to perform. Oh, she was still little more than a cum dumpster, a walking pussy who’s only goal in life was to receive hot, sticky loads of male seed in and on her body as often as possible. Mistress Erin helped her realize that her truest pleasure came from young seed – the younger the boy spraying his spunk on her, the better. But she didn’t mind using her fingers and tongue and every other part of her body to pleasure her Mistress, and her Mistress’s favorite slave, Alison. But her truest purpose in life, her only role in life, was that of cum-dumpster.
Maybe I should get her a leash, Jo mused idly as she stroked her rock-hard clit through the sheer satin panties she wore. And I’ll attach the other end to a collar, and it will let the world know that I belong to HER! That seemed like a good idea, and the redhead nodded firmly. She paused, and then shook her head again. “Okay, enough of that,” she muttered as she hunched forward and peered at the screen once more. “Write the letter, THEN think about other things.” She thought carefully, and then started to type.
Dear Mister Stevens, she wrote, mumbling the words as she typed them. Because of reasons beyond anyone’s control, I am not able to complete the project we discussed at this time. I am returning your deposit, and request that you do not attempt to contact me. I apologize for the inconvenience, and wish you well in future entry… ender… Jo stared at the screen, her vacuous eyes narrowing as she glared at the offensive word before her. “What’s that word again?” she asked herself as she flopped back in the chair, a motion that caused her bare breasts to jiggle enticingly.
It’s the drugs, the fucking drugs, they drugged you! shrieked a tiny, distant voice in her mind. Don’t lose yourselfdon’tloseyourselfohGODpleasehelpmeidon’twanttoBECOMEthispleaseanyonehelpmethisishell…
But another voice, a far kinder, far louder voice, easily drowned out the rapidly fading “real” Jo. Just ignore the voice, and don’t worry about it, Mistress Erin seemed to whisper in her brain. It’s a lie, a bad thought that will only cause you pain. And you know you’re not smart enough to use words like that in that letter! Use a word like “work” or “projects.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Jo whispered to no one.
You’re very welcome, Mistress Erin’s voice replied warmly. You’re a favorite pet of mine. Just have another piece of candy, finish the letter, and then I’ll allow you pleasure. You’re sons are coming home soon, aren’t they?
NONOHELPMENONONONoNononononnnnnn… the tiny voice buzzed as it faded further away.
“Pleasure…” Jo shuddered at the warm feeling spreading up from her ready-to-go pussy at the thought of what she could have. Mistress Erin was her world, but her boys, her sons, THEY were her pleasure! The twins had been stunned when she had called them into her bedroom, when she slowly stripped for them until she stood nude before their wide eyes, when she begged for them to use and abuse her body in whatever way they so desired, but Mistress Erin had been kind enough to send her home with a letter and a special phone that explained everything. The nine-year-old twins read the letter, then left her waiting on her bed (a duty she was happy to perform – she did belong to them, after all) while they spoke to Mistress Erin. When they came back, they treated her exactly as she deserved, and she reveled in every slap of her face, every pinch of her tender breasts, every single yank of her hair as they fucked her mouth, her ass, her pussy, her very soul. That night, as she lay bracketed between her nude sons, her wrists bound uncomfortably in the small of her back, her large breast aching from the scratches across their surface, Scottie’s spunk a dried, crusty mask across her face and Jimmy’s sperm soaking into her soon-to-be-fertile womb, she shed tears of joy that Mistress Erin had finally awakened her to her true nature. Oh, there had been a small thing the next morning when she had tried to resist the boys’ attention, but Jimmy held her down as Scottie thrust inside of her and gave her a few well-deserved slaps across her face, and his stinging palm had brought her back to her senses. Fifteen minutes later she lay on the bed sweaty and satisfied, her legs splayed open and her pussy rubbed raw as she enjoyed two more loads of little-boy seed roiling inside of her.
I apologize for the inconvenience, and wish you well with your future plans, she finally wrote. Another piece of delicious candy, and she printed the letter, signed it, and sealed it in an envelope. Mistress Erin would make sure that the right address was on it. She leaned back in her chair and stretched, her glassy eyes staring off into a point hovering about a foot in front of her nose as she thrust her large, firm breasts towards the ceiling.
Downstairs, at the other end of her house, a door slammed and feet, several pairs of feet, thundered through the house in her direction. They’re finally home! she thought excitedly. With her heart racing she leapt from the chair, stripped off her panties, and took her proper position in the center of the floor – kneeling, her body arched backwards, her hands grasping her ankles and her face upturned, her mouth and thighs open wide and ready for whatever came through the door. The coarse carpet would scrape the hell out of her knees, but she didn’t care. I hope they noticed that I took off all my hair, she added hopefully as her mind flashed to the hours-long procedure she had done to herself. The home hair-removal kit had been slow and painful, but now her pussy was completely bald, and would remain that way for the rest of her life – another gift from Mistress Erin. But she didn’t have time to think of that at that moment. Her sons were home… and it sounded like they brought some friends. She shivered with excitement as the knob turned and the door started to open.
I hope they punish me like I deserve, she thought as the five leering boys entered the room. I hope they fill me like the cum-dumpster I am!!!
And they did.
