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The New PA (CougarGirl and Bimbo a la Blonde)

Sarah was powerless now. Constrained by the straps and hemmed in by the butches, she could only watch.

She felt sorry for Zoe who was going to get worse than she had intended, but not too sorry. It would be good for in the long run to learn what really rough handling meant.

As for Jayne, well Jayne was on a fast learning curve. She wanted revenge on Zoe but how would she cope in this environment? If she didn’t do what these women wanted, she’d find herself getting what Zoe was getting or worse. She’d learn quickly that Zoe was really a child playing games compared to the real life dominant and control that these women practised. She might have now lost Jayne as a willing ally at the corporation, but she would have plenty to blackmail her with after tonight was over.

There was only one thing Sarah could do – sit back and enjoy the show.

Jayne was unwilling to fuck Zoe. As Sarah knew and as everyone else there must have suspected, she had no experience of this. She was new to this whole scene. The butches knew she was reluctant but no way would they be deprived of a good show. So the more reluctance Jayne showed, the more she was beaten. The canes cut into her buttocks, making her howl with each stroke. Raw patches appeared that soon began to bleed. With each stroke she was pushed nearer to Zoe until the tip of the dildo was between her cheeks. Finally she received such a hard thwack that she pushed involuntarily forward so hard that she pegged Zoe’s ass. The butch behind her aimed her boot at her ass and gave her a solid kick that buried the full length of the dildo into Zoe.

Once inside, with the kicks and blows easing only when she began to pump, Jayne had no option but to continue and to build a rhythm faster and faster, until her screams of pain and protest turned into yowls of pleasure and delight. Zoe’s screams could not be heard because of the gag, but the protests of her body were plain for all to see. Pain, anguish and despair that this torture would never end. Jayne was now flying. This was her revenge. She could feel how resentful Zoe was of the butfucking she was getting and this led her on to longer, harder thrusts. Slowly Jayne herself was becoming aroused and her screams of delight left no one in the bar in any doubt that she was going to orgasm big time. As her body finally shuddered, she whispered into Zoe’s ear: ‘See how it feels, bitch.’

Drained, Jayne sank to her knees, tearing the dildo out of Zoe’s raw and bleeding anus.
 
Zoe looked back with fear as Jayne was being pushed closer and closer to her upturned and accessible ass...spread-eagled, all the helpless girl could do was scream and scream she did, even through her gag. The pain was more intense than anything she could ever remember.....Zoe had never been on the receiving end of a strap on and up until now could hardly care if her victims hurt or not.
The dildo was wide and long, feling like it was spltting her ass open, stretching and filling her up to the hilt. The first few raping thrusts were bad enough but she could tell Jayne was being forced to do it. After a while however, the thrusts changed in both rapidity and ferocity. Jayne was starting to enjoy this act of revenge and grunting like a dog as she pumped the girl in and out, over and over, much to the delight of the patrons.....
Zoe's tits slapped against the cold wall as she was impaled and she continued to howl. Finally, mercifully Jayne pulled out after moaning loudly and shuddering.....Zoe knew she just had an orgasm and could feel warm wet nectar on the inside of her thighs....
Jayne dropped to the floor amidst a cascade of clapping hands as Zoe became lifeless, blood dripping from her torn and abused ass.....
 
Sarah was shocked by the way things had worked out. She was known here and she thought she was accepted, even perhaps respected. But events had shown how easy it was to crack the thin veneer that separated her from them.

And with the shock had come something else – that frisson of excitement of being on the verge of losing control, at the very edge when events could tumble beyond her ability to dictate their course.

Sarah fixed Zoe with a stern stare.

‘You’ve had your fun, Ms Leventhal. It’s time to go now. Untie me, help Ms Rogers dress and go and find your clothes.’

She turned her glare on Cynthia.

‘Ignore Cynthia. She’s a bully. And I’ve shown you how to deal with bullies.’

It was a contest between Cynthia’s commanding physical presence and Sarah’s authority. The bar was silent as everyone waited for Zoe to decide.
 
"My Mistress says we have to go," Zoe called out...."you need to undo me so we can leave....."
surprisingly, one of the patrons went over and undid her shackles and helped get the trembling and dripping Zoe to the floor. They didn't comply so much because of respect to Zoe as much as to the fact that they appreciated the fresh meat Sarah continued to snd them and they didn't want to jeopardize anything.
"yes Mistress," Zoe replied and went over to untie Sarah then helped Jayne back on her feet and retrieve her clothes as well. Getting back on her own bra and panties, Zoe grabbed her leash, clipped the one end back on her collar and brought the other end over to Sarah, then dropped to her knees and waited for her next command....
 
Sarah rose and rubbed her wrists to restore her circulation. Inwardly relieved that they were going to be allowed to leave, she took hold of Zoe’s leash and told her to walk to heel. Jayne clung to Sarah’s free hand, exhilarated by her experience but wincing from the pain of the beating she had sustained as part of her pleasure.

The trio made an odd sight as they walked backed through the streets. It was now the early hours of the morning and the only people they encountered were late night revellers mostly the worse for wear. Some just stared as they passed, others made ribald comments. Zoe again was the centre of attention, with men and women rubbing themselves against her or clothing at her body as she passed.

At last they arrived back at Sarah’s house. As she unlocked the door, she turned and saw Cynthia watching from a distance and carrying the dildo she had used on Zoe. Sarah led Zoe into the sitting room, dropped the leash and gave her instructions.

‘Take Ms Rogers to my bedroom. Help her out of that dress and bathe her wounds. Then you can attend to your own. I won’t be long, there’s something I have to attend to first.’

As she turned, she was knocked to the floor by the velocity of Cynthia’s approach. She had taken no chances of another attack from Sarah and, following her into her house, she rushed at her. With such an enormous weight astride her, Sarah was pinned to the floor. Cynthia dropped the dildo, grabbed her by the hair and began beating her head onto the floor, screaming at her.

‘Bitch, fucking stuck up bitch, how dare you hit me, you’ll pay now, fucking posh tart.’

Sarah was unable to get out from under her weight, but still had her arms free. She grabbed Cynthia’s broken nose and twisted hard. Cynthia howled in pain and let go of Sarah’s hair, but only to free her hand for a punch on Sarah’s jaw. The blow knocked Sarah’s head into the floor, dazing her. Feeling her go limp, Cynthia stood and began peeling off her clothes. Her blood soaked check shirt opened to reveal large breasts that bounced with every movement. She kicked off her trainers and unfasten her jeans, releasing rolls of fat and revealing a red satin thong. She was struggling to get them over her feet, when Sarah regained consciousness enough to attack.

Off balance and entangled in the legs of her jeans, Cynthia was an easy target for Sarah who tripped her up, sending her crashing onto her tits. Cynthia floundered like a beached whale. Grabbing the back strap of her thong, Sarah pulled and twisted, digging it into the big woman’s crotch. Using her other hand, she took a firm grip on Cynthia’s hair and rammed her face repeatedly into the floor. Then, still holding onto Cynthia’s hair, she pulled down her thong, took the dildo and rammed it between her flabby cheeks.

‘Now, Ms Leventhal, strap me into this while I keep hold.’

With Zoe’s assistance, Sarah was soon riding Cynthia hard. Her firm toned tanned flesh contrasted with Cynthia’s pale flab. It was like riding a bucking Broncho. But try as she might Cynthia was powerless to shake her off with causing herself more pain. Sarah seemed to bounce off the big woman’s body, rebounding from each thrust as if on a trampoline.

Cynthia’s yowls of protest, pain and outrage mingled with Sarah cries of pleasure, triumph and domination. She rode her victim harder than she had written Zoe. Suddenly she stopped, as if bored by the effort to work between the big woman’s cheeks. Still sitting astride her, she gloated:

‘You’re my bitch now, Cynthia. Mine whenever and wherever I want you. Make sure you’re in the bar tomorrow, I want to show off my latest pet.’

She climbed off and unstrapped the dildo, throwing it down beside Cynthia, whose face was caked in blood. She scrambled to pull her thong and jeans back in place, crawled for her shirt and eventually staggered to her feet.

Sarah stood before her.

‘Now get out. But remember, don’t be late tomorrow.’

With that, she turned back to Zoe.

‘Why are you still here, Ms Leventhal? Ms Rogers needs you to tend to her back.’
 
The three of them staggered back to Sarah's place, al of them in pain one place or another. Zoe had sustained the worse of the treatment and walked dizzily and a little bowlegged, her ass in pain. She had been deflowered anally tonight and her entire lower torso reminded her..

They finally arrived at the house and just as Zoe was released from her leash and about to take Jayne upstairs to clean her up, Zoe turned and saw Cynthia from the club approaching. Despite the fact that Sarah had seen her first and seemed confidant enough to take care of matters, Zoe let out a scream but froze in place......
Sarah went down first and it looked for a while like the revengeful butch was going to rape her, the strap on in her hand, the massive dildo swinging from the middle....arms and legs shifted and swung and at the end it was Sarah who ended up on top, stripping off Cynthia's clothing in the process. Pinning her down on her face, Sarah yanked Cynthia's hair like a horse's bridle and straddled her, quickly slipping the harness on and ramming the dildo deep into Cynthia's ass.....the butch screamed and wailed as she was ass raped, Sarah obviously enjoying this show of conquest.
Claiming both victory and Cynthia as her battle prize, she let the bleeding and stumbling woman get up, get her clothes back on and leave after being told she was now Sarah's property and to make sure she was there at the club later.
Zoe and Jayne---especially Zoe---were still in shock and awe, still there when Sarah composed herself. At Sarah's comment as to why she was still there, Zoe snapped back to reality and ran, grabbing Jayne and headed quickly upstairs.....
 
Next day at work, Sarah was very quiet and subdued. She barely acknowledged Zoe when she reported for duty, just set her some rudimentary tasks and left her to get on with them. She shut herself in her office and ignored telephone calls and emails. At 10 am she received a text from Jayne saying ‘Thank you’, but it didn’t say what for.

In truth, Sarah was aching. Her back and shoulders still troubled her from the treatment she had handed out to Zoe and her head ached from being hammered into the floor by Cynthia. There was a bruise on her jaw where Cynthia had punched her, but that was covered by makeup. Sarah was also nervous. She knew what she had to do, but was unsure whether she had the courage and whether it would work.

At 4 pm, unusually early for her, she left work, telling Zoe to come to her house as soon as she had finished. When she arrived, she attached her leash and set a fast pace to the club.

The club was alive with speculation. Everyone who had seen the events of the previous evening and some who hadn’t were telling the tale to others. Rumours were flying about what had happened when Cynthia had followed Sarah’s party home.

‘She made that bitch Sarah eat her out’ was a favourite from Cynthia’s small band of supporters. ‘Sarah trashed her and kicked her ass’ was gaining popularity in quiet corners were Cynthia and her cronies couldn’t hear. They all turned on that slave, using every orifice available.

As soon as Sarah and Zoe entered the crowded club, everyone fell silent. Some of the larger butches moved menacingly towards them. Sarah ignored them and called out.

‘Come out, Cynthia, my little pet. Come to mummy. I thrashed you and pegged your ass for you, now come here and find out what I’ve got in store for you tonight.’

This was the moment of truth. At first there was silence, then a sound from the back and women made way as Cynthia came forward. She wore the same jeans and trainers as the night before, but the blood-soaked check shirt was now replaced by a pristine white one. But it was her face that attracted attention. It was swollen and bruised with a large plaster over her nose that was now set straight again. No one was sure how Cynthia would react until she spoke.

‘What do you want me to do?’ Her tone was surly and resentful, but there was no mistaking the submission.

Sarah sighed with relief.

‘I didn’t get a chance to have a proper look at you last night. Strip off and let me see what you’re like.’

Slowly Cynthia removed her clothes. She opened her shirt to reveal a frayed black bra that strained her the weight of her tits. When she fumbled and finally released the catch, they swung free as if with relief to be set free. She kicked off the trainers and slowly lowered her jeans. All that was left was a small silver string that dug into the folds of flesh at her waist and barely covered her pussy.

Sarah walked around, looking critically at the woman who was quaking flesh showed her nervousness at what might be going to happen.

‘Everything.’ Sarah’s voice was strong and commanding now.

Reluctantly, Cynthia removed the string and kicked it on top of her other clothes.

‘Now’ said Sarah, ‘last night you treated my slave very roughly. Tonight I want you to make love to her, gently. And just to make sure you do …’ Sarah strolled casually to a rack of whips and canes and selected a thin, whippy cane that would cut deep into Cynthia’s flesh. ‘Just to make sure you do, I’m going to be here to give you some encouragement.’

Everyone gathered round, pushing forward for a good view of the sex show between these two mismatched women.

‘Now, get on with it.’

And to mark her instruction, she gave Cynthia a hard thwack across her buttocks, leaving a deep red weal.
 
For much of the next working day Zoe saw little of Sarah and wondered if she had done something to upset her. She gazed at the closed office door and pondered over wether or not she should knock and see if she needed anything, but backed off on the idea. As a submissive, she knew enough to show respect to authority....
When her work was done she reported promptly at Sarah's house, taking off her working clothes but as before, leaving her bra and panties on. Sitting on her knees in front of her, Zoe bowed her head slightly as her leash was clipped on then rising and Sarah started off back to the club.
Once there, many of the same people were there as well, making Zoe nervous....her ass raping was still fresh in her mind and when she glanced over and saw an empty set of shackles on the wall she felt a lump in her throat.....
When Cynthia emerged from the middle of the crowd Zoe could sense the change in her, much like the change in herself and when the girl asked what Sarah wanted her to do, it confirmed in Zoe's mind that Cynthia was now a submissive as well, brought about a bit more forcefully of course.....
As Cynthia removed her clothes Zoe saw for the first time her body...she wasn't as attractive as Sarah even though Cynthia was younger, but she did have a fine set of tits and her pussy had just a touch of fur hovering over the opening.....at Sarah's insistence, Zoe's leash was removed and Sarah took the nervous slave's hand, bringing her out to the middle of the room and slowly took off Zoe's bra and panties. By now Zoe's heart was racing and started panting, not knowing what to expect. The whipping of Cynthia's ass by the cane may have subdued her, but didn't make Zoe feel any less apprehensive.
Cynthia laid the slave on her back, opened Zoe's legs, knelt between them and reached up to kiss her...the 'oooh's' and 'aaahhh's' spread throught the room....
 
Cynthia had never accepted anyone’s authority over her. Not from her parents, who found her impossible. Not from her teachers, who thought she was unteachable. Not from her employers, who tolerated her for a short while before regretfully informing her that they would have to let her go. Not from her lovers, whose only role was to satisfy her hunger and pleasure.

The only place she truly felt comfortable and at home was this bar. And now she was being humiliated in it. She doubted if she would ever be able to show her face here again. Why she had come here tonight, she didn’t know. It was this Sarah. She had seen her before, but had never realised how powerful she was. Last evening in the bar, she had been taken by surprise. That toe to her crotch and knee in her face had been her fault. She hadn’t been prepared, because her strength was always sufficient to intimidate anyone. But later, at Sarah’s house, she had been prepared and was sure she had the advantage, but somehow Sarah had turned the tables and ended up on top, literally. She would never forget the humiliation of what happened then, butt fucked by her own dildo and then thrown out like the trash.

But that was only the start. She had felt impelled to come. Somehow or other, Sarah had taken control not just of her body but of her mind. She knew that everyone was laughing at her. With her face looking like it had come off worse in a collision with a truck, no one would believe that she had whipped Sarah’s ass like she had promised when she followed her out of the bar. And Sarah’s tone as she summoned her forward cut her like the lash of a whip.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she had to suffer the indignity of stripping in front of her friends. She knew, had always known, that she was not attractive and never made any effort to try to be. But at least in the privacy of her own apartment, after a bath and in the light of her candles, she could look at her body in one of her thongs or strings and imagine. But here, with everyone looking, and in the harsh light, she could not imagine and knew that no one else could either. She looked as she knew she looked, pale, fat and ridiculous in her skimpy undies.

And then to be told to make love to Sarah’s slave. This was the worst humiliation of all. Cynthia took sex as of right by virtue of her power. She did not concern herself with the pleasure of others. They were objects for her pleasure. To have to kneel between this girl’s legs and offer herself for her pleasure was pain beyond endurance. To submit to anyone was bad, but having to service a slave was intolerable. Yet, she had no choice. She lacked the will to do otherwise.

The sharp cut of the cane stung her more than Sarah’s words. She bent forward reluctantly, aware of how her enormous tits swung above Zoe’s firm pert breasts that defied the force of gravity. And as she leant forward, she smelt, as she had last night, the perfume that wafted around Zoe. And unlike last night, this time it sent a tingle through her body, as did the soft of her touch when she pressed her lips against Zoe’s. Cynthia felt desires that were new to her. An urge to caress the soft flesh beneath her, to lay her head into this girls crotch and lap at her pussy. But these were things that Cynthia had never done. All she could do was fumble with her hands as they roamed over Zoe’s body, grabbing her tits and ass, feeling the girl’s revulsion beneath her. Each time she hesitated or fumbled, another lash of the cane cut into her flesh, each reminding her of her inadequacy. She even briefly considered throwing herself on Sarah’s mercy and admitting that she did not have the experience to do what was required.

The only pride that was left to Cynthia was her ability to withstand physical pain. She never cried out once as the blows rained on her buttocks and back. She barely flinched as the cane hit her flesh, again and again.

It took a strong grip from Sarah on Cynthia’s hair to push her face down Zoe’s body to her crotch. But all she could do there was bite and gnaw at the delicate lips and plump clitoris. What she wondered was going through Zoe’s mind? Did she see this as form of punishment for her as it was for Cynthia? Did she have even an ounce of sympathy for how her reluctant new lover felt?
 
Zoe laid there on the floor, eyes closed, wincing.....her new found status as a submissive and sex slave had only recently sunk in, and already she was feeling embarrassed, naked, her legs apart, knowing the entire rom was watching what was going on. Why couldn't she be in Sarah's house right now instead, quiet and private instead of this.....this...bar, full of gawking and whispering women?
She opened her eyes only partly just in time to see an apprehensive Cynthia on her knees between her thighs....oh fuck, she's really going to do this!!!!!
Zoe let out cries and yelps as Cynthia tried her best----with the helpful assistance of the cane---to eat her, but feminine finesse it wasn't....it felt more like a raping, something a man would do to show his dominance and power over her. But in Cynthia's case it wasn't that at all, it was all being forced upon the unwilling woman now between her trembling legs......
Zoe continued to moan but out of discomfort and pain....this wasn't lovemaking, this was forced sex and since neither girl was where they really wanted to be, there was no way to disguise it.....
 
No one was getting any pleasure from the so-called sex show.

Not Zoe, who was lying with a look of disgust on her face as she cringed at Cynthia’s touch.

Nor Cynthia, who was floundering around with increasing embarrassment as she tried in vain to find a way to arouse Zoe.

Certainly not Sarah, who stood over them wielding her cane. She had nothing again butches – she knew several and they could be good fun, if they wanted to. She had nothing against big women – they could use their weight to good advantage, if they had the skill. But this was like trying to teach ballet to a hippopotamus.

And the patrons in the bar were definitely getting no pleasure from the performance. All they could do was giggle. Some in amusement, others in embarrassment.

This was the ultimate humiliation for Cynthia. Sarah had deprived her of every last shred of dignity and self-esteem. She had become a laughing stock among the only people who respected – OK maybe not respected – the only people who feared her. No one would take her seriously now.

Finally, Sarah could take no more. She brought the cane down hard across Cynthia’s shoulders and screamed: ‘Enough’.

Silence feel as everyone waited to see what would happen next.

‘Get off her’ she ordered. Then, pointing the cane at Zoe, she said: ‘Ms Leventhal, show her how to do it.’

Cynthia flopped back onto the floor with a sigh of relief, as Zoe climbed between her heavy thighs. Sarah bent down to whisper in her ear.

‘Make a good show of this. When we get home I have a surprise waiting for you.’

The swish of the cane past her ear reminded Zoe what would await her if she failed to make a good show of it.

Cynthia stared at the ceiling, having no idea what Sarah had just unleashed on her.
 
Zoe was relieved to no longer be pinned to the floor but to have to perform in a sex show like this?
She looked down at Cynthia, now on her back but her legs only half parted....from one freshly designated submissive to another, Zoe knew what the other girl was feeling. She too was at one time in a position of social power after trapping others in her spiders web as she used her sexual prowess against them to get what she wanted.
But that was a different girl, a different Zoe.....Sarah had ways of manipulation not only rivaling hers, but greatly surpassing them and the manipulative, almost dominant side had long since disappeared.
Doing what Sarah ordered, Zoe knelt between Cynthia's legs, pushed them wider apart with her hands and gazed at the woman's pussy for just a second. It was a dark pink with swollen lips, not from arousal but fat, a tuft of fur just above.....
Well, a cunt was a cunt and Zoe went to work on her, lightly grazing the outline of the girl's vaginal lips at first then, curling her tongue, dove into her pussy and proceeded to tongue fuck her, reaching up to grab Cynthia's nipples, twisting and puling on them....
 
It happened gradually, like the sun warms the air on a spring day.

At first, Cynthia lay tense and stiff, relieved for the first time in her life that she would not have to take the initiative but unsure of what was going to happen to her.

It began with an almost imperceptible softening of her muscles. It was barely noticeable, except to someone who was watching as closely and intently as Sarah, but it was definitely there. Cynthia was relaxing.

Then there came a huge sigh, as if a great burden had been lifted off her shoulders and her body settle back into a more relaxed posture.

Zoe’s tongue worked its magic on Cynthia’s lips and cunt, her teeth nibbled at her clit, and her fingers played with her nipples.

In the silence that had descended, everyone heard the loud purr. No one could see what Zoe had just done. Or perhaps this was just the cumulative effect of all her attentions.

Sarah continued to whish the cane, occasionally landing a teasing blow on Zoe’s buttocks, more to remind her that she was there than as an incentive to work harder.

Now Cynthia was squirming on the floor, her great body writhing like a snake, her legs pedalling. Everyone held their breath as she approached orgasm. It began with a rumble coming from deep in her belly, that escaped from her mouth as a roar like a buffalo. Her back arched, her thighs clenched around Zoe’s neck and her body trembled.

Then she relaxed, flopping down on the floor, gasping for breath, her tits rising and falling as she gulped in enough air to recover.

Sarah pulled Zoe to her feet and whispered urgently in her ear.

‘Get your clothes and let’s get out of here, before there is any more trouble.’

Sarah set a steady pace back to her house, allowing Zoe to trot alongside her as she talked.

‘You remember I mentioned a surprise for you when we get home. Well, there’s someone waiting who wants to meet you. Victoria Wellings. I’m sure you remember her.’

Zoe certainly should remember her. She was a previous manager. The only one before Sarah who had tried to stand up to her. And she had paid the price. Zoe had raped her and left her tied to a chair in her office for the cleaners to find and – after a lot of giggling and speculation - to release in the morning.
 
Zoe soon forgot that the woman she was having sex with wasn't what one would call as attractive.....with lights out or eyes closed, everyone was beautiful, and that was how Zoe pictured Cynthia. alternating her tongue with fingers, she pounded away inside the writhing and shaking girl while feasting on her tits, sucking and gently biting her nipples. The audience that quickly grew around them let out a chorus of 'oooooooooohs' as Cynthia's ass rose off the floor, her back arched and she tensed up. Zoe knew what was about to happen and she made sure of it....returning to the girl's cunt with her tongue, she furiously dove into her faster and faster until she was rewarded by an explosion of nectar, Cynthia cumming as she screamed. Zoe slurped and swallowed until every drop flowed down her throat....
Once they left the club and returned to Sarah's house, Zoe couldn't help but wonder what the surprise was that Sarah mentioned. When she found out, she almost stopped in her tracks, causing Sarah to yank on the leash hard enough it almost made Zoe choke.
Victoria!!! Victoria Wellings!!! oh, shit......yes, of course she remembered who she was....she was one of Zoe's managers who, she seduced on her savage, clawing way to the top.
Well, maybe seduction wasn't quite accurate. Victoria had never shown any interest in Zoe, not as if that really mattered. The woman stood in the way of an important position Zoe wanted and the conniving minx wanted that position and was determined to get it any way she could. Victoria was older than Zoe but thought of as fairly attractive by both sexes.....One late evening after everyone else had left, Zoe crept into Victoria's office carrying a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, a capsule hidden in her hand which when taken would render the woman very weak.
"another hard day at the office, M'aam?," Zoe said, offering the woman a filled glass.
Victoria smiled. Yes, today was a bitch, she replied, reminding Zoe that alcohol wasn't permitted in the building, but after a day like this and no one else here, screw it.....

Victoria was having trouble opening her eyes when she regained consciousness.....she discovered with a shock that she was nude, her nylons wrapped tightly around her mouth as a gag and her wrists were bound behind her....she was laying on top of her desk with her legs tied apart and to the edges of the table.....Zoe was between her legs eating her!!!...."MMMMMMMMMPH!!!!.....MMMMMMMMMPH!!!!", Victoria mumbles, doing her best to scream, but her muffled moans were the only sounds.....
"you're awake," Zoe said as she stopped long enough to look up at the woman's face, full of fear....."good, I thought you'd stay out until after I made you cum...either way, you won't have a choice...." Victoria struggled valiantly but it was useless....the office was practically soundproofed, they were floors above the security office and they were the only two there.....
It was rape, pure and simple. Victoria had no interest in Zoe and it wasn't the first time the two had been together....the last time Zoe had made a pass at her, Victoria told her that she just wasn't interested and even if she was, certain things just weren't permitted in the officeplace.
None of that mattered now.....Zoe left the struggling and gagged woman as she went for her bag. Victoria stared in horror as she saw Zoe putting on a strap on harness with a menacingly huge foot long dildo swaying from the middle!.....Zoe climbed up onto the desk like a cat stalking her prey, getting on her knees and with a "you're all mine now, bitch....." lunged the dong deep inside the woman's pussy.....Victoria screamed but her gurgling moans were all she could muster.....shaking her head in a frantic 'NO', she was helpless as her attacker pulled almost all the way out then thrusted back inside her again and again. Without benefit of lube, it hurt and felt as if her cunt was being ripped apart.....
Panting, Zoe untied the woman's legs and pulled her by her bound arms off the table and onto a chair but not before disconnecting the dildo from the harness and leaving it imbedded in the woman's pussy.
Keeping her gag in place, Zoe tied her ankles and waist to the chair and secured her wrists to the back of the chair frame.
As Zoe ogt dressed, she looked back at the feebly struggling woman...."if you think you'll keep me from that position Ms Welings, think again....the next time we meet I won't be so nice...."

Everything about that night was still in her mind.....Zoe gulped...there was nothing she could do about it now, she was Sarah's submissive pet and if she insisted on further punishment such as forcing her to face Victoria, then there was nothing she could do about it. Sarah had by now broken Zoe, physically sexually and emotionally, bringing up the girls ghosts one again to haunt her and to further humiliate her.....
 
Victoria had been wallowing in her misery since she had come too after being slipped that drug in her wine. She just couldn’t decide what was more humiliating. Being taken for a sucker by that tarty little bitch was bad enough. And goodness knows what she had done to her while she was unconscious. It would have been just like Zoe to film it and pass the film around for everyone to see, but for some reason she wasn’t into that sort of thing. Getting fucked with that giant dildo was an experience she would never ever forget. She could cope with size, but that was enormous and she was bone dry, which only made things worse.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she’d had to spend the rest of the night tied to a chair with that thing up her cunt. She’s tried as hard as she could to expel it, but it hardly budged. And then to be found by the cleaners. That, she was sure, was the worst of all. They had just stared at first, taking in her naked body and the fact that it was tied to a chair, before noticing the huge dildo sticking out of her pussy. They had actually had the temerity to take photos before they released her. And Victoria didn’t need to ask what had happened to those photos. They had been passed around the office like a bush fire. One had even asked Victoria for her number so she could send her copies. Yes, that experience was definitely the worst humiliation.

She had never wanted to see Zoe again. Until Sarah texted and invited her to have her revenge. Victoria didn’t trust Sarah any more than she did Zoe. This was just as much a power play as Zoe’s rape had been. It was different, that was all. Sarah was bragging that she had succeeded in bringing Zoe to heel where Victoria had lamentably failed to control her. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Victoria could somehow show that Zoe was just as bad as she had always been and was just conning Sarah? But there was little hope of that. It was obvious from every source that Zoe was reformed.

But that presented a problem. How could Victoria take her revenge on a girl who was now so compliant? What challenge was there in that? If she was getting pleasure from being maltreated, what was the point?

Then it came to her. The biggest humiliation was having everyone see what had happened to her. Maybe that would have the same impact on Zoe. Victoria would take her revenge, but film it for everyone to see. See how Zoe felt about that.

So it was that Victoria was ready for Zoe when she arrived home with Sarah. As soon as Zoe walked through the front door, Victoria grabbed her and pushed her into Sarah’s private cell. The dildo, which was Victoria’s constant reminder of her rape, lay on the couch. And off at an angle in the corner stood a tripod with a camcorder that would make a permanent record of what was going to happen.

‘Right’ snapped Victoria, as she began fastening the dildo around her hips, ‘everyone says you’ve become submissive. Well, let’s see how submissive you really are. Strip off, face down on the couch and open up that peachy little ass that you’re so proud of.’
 
Sarah watched, smiling as Victoria so quickly turned the tables on Zoe....she responded immediately, removing all her clothes and stood naked before the indignant manager with little on her mind but revenge. Zoe remembered everything....just because Sarah had successfully broken the girl didn't erase the memories she had, and Zoe knew she was in for it.....

"y-y-y-y-yes Ma'am," Zoe stammered nervously and laid face down on the couch, spreading her lovely legs apart, clenching both hands tightly to the pillow in front of her.....
The dildo attached to the strap on was huge, bigger in diameter and longer than most. Without benefit of even a drop of lube, Zoe screamed as Victoria rammed it home, sinking almost the entire length deep inside the struggling girl's tight ass with one thrust. Zoe screamed yet again, feeling like her anal tunnel was being ripped apart and stretched beyond limits, only to have the woman pull the entire way out just so she could lunge it past the girl's puckered opening.....with a 'pop', she sent it hurtling inside yet again, deeper with each thrust....impaling her deep into the cushion, Zoe wailed and squealed but mad no effort to escape. despite the obvious pain, she was indeed a submissive.....
 
Victoria relished her first few thrusts, sending them deep inside Zoe’s ass, before withdrawing slowly and withholding the next thrust, leaving her unsure of whether it could come or not.

For the first minutes she beamed with pleasure at the thought of how much pain this would be inflicting on an ass that had obviously been seriously mistreated recently.

But soon she grew bored. Where was the pleasure, the real satisfaction, if Zoe was submitting herself so willing, perhaps even enjoying the punishment. As she continued to pump, her mind continued to work. Slowly an idea formed.

Victoria gave one first deep thrust and released the dildo, leaving it stuffed firmly up Zoe’s ass. Leaving Zoe bent over the table, she detached the camera from its tripod and handed it to Sarah.

‘Sarah, follow us around will you, there’s a sweetie.’

Sarah did not take kindly to be called a sweetie, but took the camera, interested to see what Victoria had in mind.

Victoria stood beside Zoe and commanded her sternly.

‘Stand up, turn to face away from me, then lean forward so your palms are on the floor.’

Zoe obeyed, leaving her ass in the air with the dildo still attached. Victoria reattached herself and pushed Zoe forward.

‘Right, little pet, let’s go for a walk.’

She forced Zoe to move around, first just within the cell, then around the rest of the house, gradually increasing the speed, using the thrusts of the dildo as she would her legs on a horse to control speed and direction. Sarah hurried to keep up and, unsure of Victoria’s plans, struggled to get the best angles. Zoe scurried as fast as she could. Any flagging earned a stern rebuke and some long hard thrusts. Victoria was whooping with excitement, as she swung Zoe left and right, around and around the furniture. Her breath gradually coming faster and faster, her face flushed, forcing the rhythm for her own pleasure. Suddenly, she let out a curdling scream.

‘Stop, bitch, stop.’

She gasped for breath, put her hands on Zoe’s upturned hips and came with violent shudders that shook Zoe back and forth.

As her breathing subsided, she released the harness and sank onto the sofa.

‘Fuck, I need a drink after that.’

She kicked out at Zoe, sending her onto the floor.’

‘Get up, pet, and fetch us a drink. Don’t take that dildo out, it suits you.’
 
As Victoria continued raping Zoe's tight tortured ass the girl looked over helplessly at Sarah, camera in hand as she video'd the entire thing. Zoe was mortified....what if these women threatened to show the video at work?...what if they posted it on You Tube for ALL the world to see? her pain was now mixed with panic at the thoughts pouring through her....as much as she was now a conditioned submissive, the idea of her exposure shot waves of fear through her.....
Zoe thought at first when Victoria pulled out that her anal onslaught was over, but instead she felt the dildo being disconnected and left buried inside her. Now being told to get on hands and knees, she felt the pressure as the harness was once again attached and the weight of Victoria climbing on her back like a pony, forcing her to scurry this way and that, the push of the dildo against one side of her anal tunnel then the next telling her where to go....Zoe felt so humiliated yet had no choice but to obey.....
There must have been a hole at the end of the dildo because after a long period of pony riding she felt Victoria tense up and shudder and the sensation of warm fluid filed her ass....Victoria just had an orgasm! Zoe never had a woman's nectar in her ass and the feeling was both scary and arousing.....
Victoria dismounted, sending the girl to the floor...once picking herself up, she did as commanded, going to the kitchen to fetch the wine and glasses, the again detached dong imbedded up her ass....
 
Victoria sank back into the sofa, her face flushed with satisfaction. She waved her hand at Zoe and smiled at Sarah.

‘Your turn now, sweetie. Let me have the camera with you have a ride.’

Sarah handed the camera to her, but shook her head.

‘I’m not your sweetie, Victoria, I don’t need your invitation to ride my slave, and I have no intention of providing entertainment for you and your friends.’

Victoria scowled back. She and Sarah had never been friends. In the politics of the corporation they had often been rivals, and occasionally when it suited allies, but never friends. Her gratitude to Sarah at the chance to get her own back on Zoe was now lost in the triumph of the last half hour. She rose and confronted Sarah.

‘Maybe you’d like me to ride you, is that it, sweetie?’ She spat the last word in Sarah’s face, her spittle splattering the front of her dress. She held her hand out to Zoe. ‘Pull that thing out and give it to me. It looks like your mistress needs a lesson in manners.’

Sarah did not move.

‘Ms Leventhal, take the camera and record this for Ms Wellings’ friends.’

Victoria was smaller than Sarah, but she moved fast. As soon as she had the dildo in her hand, she threw the remainder of her drink in Sarah’s face, tossed the glass aside, slapped her hard across her face and ripped the front of her dress. In a blur of movement, Sarah was face down over the arm of the sofa with the soft silk of her thong torn apart and the head of the dildo probing her ass.
 
Zoe returned to the living room, gave both the ladies their glasses then sat down beside Sarah on her knees, trying hard not to have her ass touch the floor and send the dildo even further up....she wanted it out so badly but wasn't going to take a chance and whine to her new Mistress Sarah. She'd only been her sub slave for a few days and still didn't know the rules yet.....
Upon Victoria's demand, Zoe rose up and reached behind, pulling out the dildo, wincing as her tight rosebud closed up as the end left her. After quickly glancing over at Sarah, she figured it was safe to leave, then went to the kitchen to wash the tool off....when she returned to the room however, things just didn't feel right. Zoe could sense the tension in the air.....
Handing the dildo to Victoria, she quickly assumed her position beside Sarah, who still was silent and hadn't moved. What was going on between these two?
Her unspoken question was answered in less than a heartbeat. To Zoe's surprise, wine went flying and Victoria became the attacker....Zoe did what she was told and held the camera in front of her, filming what was going on but couldn't quite believe it....her dominatrix Mistress was suddenly the one in trouble, her dress torn revealing Sarah's beautiful tits and her owner was on her belly with her ass up! This was a side of Victoria she had never seen before and was too shocked to respond....
To Zoe's own surprise, she rose up in defense of her owner......"stop it...please!...leave her alone!!!"
she was willing to sacrifice her own body to come to the aid of her Mistress.....it did little good however as she watched helplessly as the determined Victoria ripped the struggling Sarah's panties off and pushed the menacing dildo deep in her ass......
 
Sarah howled as the dry dildo penetrated deep into her bowels.

But suddenly with Victoria mounted on her and positioning herself for a second thrust, Sarah gave a massive heave, lifting both herself and Victoria off the arm of the sofa. She twisted in the air, sending them both crashing onto the carpet. Their momentum forced the dildo deep inside her again, but it also knocked the air out of Victoria, giving Sarah a momentary advantage. She reached under her and twisted Victoria’s tits viciously while she pulled her feet up under her hips. Pressing down with hands and feet, she levered herself up and off the dildo.

She spun round and delivered a vicious punch into Victoria’s stomach and wrenched the dildo off its harness. With Victoria’s mouth open to scream, Sarah rammed the dildo down her throat.

Sarah’s breasts heaved as she gulped for air, fighting for the breath to speak.

‘Right, sweetie, so you want to play do you.’

She pulled off the harness and fastened it round her own waist, before reattaching the dildo. Still gasping for breath, she pushed Victoria’s legs apart and drove deep into her cunt in a single thrust. She looked over at Zoe.

‘Make sure you capture all of this, Ms Leventhal, we want Ms Wellings’ friends to see how she enjoys being raped.’

Saying which she gave her colleague a harder pounding than she had received from Zoe.
 
Zoe was noticeably scared as she watched helplessly as the dildo sunk deep into her owner's ass....the camera was shaking in her hands as she filmed everything. Despite the way Sarah had treated her, Zoe didn't want this to happen to her, but Victoria was just as determined as her owner was....it was truly a battle for domination between equally matched women, with the winner claiming Zoe as her prize. No one was more pleased than her when Sarah suddenly did a little gymnastics and soon Victoria was the one in the receiving position, the dildo now reattached to the harness now secured around Sarah's waist. It was Victoria now howling as Sarah pounded her pussy, raping her, a smile on her face showing triumph......
Zoe was rooting for her silently as she continued the filming. Not only would the video bring Victoria down a few pegs, but it would also serve as an excellent means of blackmail....
 
Sarah held herself poised over her colleague, her face flushed, her body glistening with sweat, her breathing steadily settling and her breasts swinging in Victoria’s face. Her whole demeanour proclaimed domination. In contrast, Victoria lay like a discarded rag doll. She was physically worn out and mental destroyed by the onslaught she had just endured.

‘There you are, sweetie,’ Sarah gloated. ‘You played and lost. You tried to take me, but I took you. I’ve proved my control over you by fucking you, just as you would have fucked me. You are mine now, just as much as Ms Leventhal. And,’ she grinned up at Zoe who was still holding the camera, ‘we have the evidence to prove it.’

She unfastened her harness and stood up, leaving the dildo firmly lodged in Victoria’s cunt. She was in exactly the same position as she had been left by Zoe. Except that this time she wasn’t tied down by ropes, but by her own exhaustion.

Sarah held her hand out for the camera, zoomed in on Victoria’s face and panned down to her crotch. Switching off the camera, she waved it at Zoe.

‘Well now, Ms Leventhal, what do you suggest we do with this recording?’

She flopped down onto the sofa and waited to hear how Zoe would treat a fellow slave.
 
Zoe grinned devilishly as she continued filming....the drained look on Victoria's face looked no different thanic the one Sarah left on Zoe when it was her turn to be claimed.
Zoe gazed over at Sarah as the woman took off the harness, exposing her pussy....the lady may have been older than her fresh slave in her 20's, but she still was attractive and Zoe didn't do a fantastic job at concealing it.
On the other hand, Zoe wasn't happy with Victoria's new status as a sex slave like herself. She now looked upon Victoria as a potential rival for Sarah's attention, maybe even a replacement. There was only room in this arrangement for one slave, and Zoe was determined to make sure it was her. She wanted to get Victoria out of the way for good....
"personally Mistress," she suggested...."I think we should make a duplicate copy and put it in a safe deposit box....."
Zoe looked down at the sweating and panting Victoria...."maybe we could keep her here for a while, say maybe a week or so....I'm sure your house needs proper cleaning and make sure she stays nude like me. If she doesn't go along," she grinned looking at her again....."you'd be surprised how fast videos get on you tube and office screens...."
 
Sarah smiled at Zoe’s reaction. It was not unusual for a slave to want someone even lower than herself. That was not necessarily a good idea, it could lead to the slave getting ideas above her station.

‘No, you can’t do that. I’ve only just got over what that bitch did to me.’ She cast a vicious glance over her shoulder at Zoe. ‘I only started back at work today. I can’t be kept here. You mustn’t allow it.’ She looked pleadingly at Sarah. ‘Please.’

Yes, Sarah could see that that would be difficult for her. But she was taken, very taken, with the idea of the use of the tape to control Victoria in the future. And she had an idea. Victoria had been humiliated by being raped by Zoe. Now she had been humiliated again and owned by Sarah. What greater humiliation could be heaped on her now than to serve the woman she had herself humiliated?

‘I don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than I have to, sweetie.’ She enjoyed throwing Victoria’s word back at her. ‘But you tried to dominate me and failed. You lost and have to pay the price. You must report to this house after work in future. You will be naked, like Ms Leventhal suggests. But that will not be enough. You will have to be gagged – I don’t intend to spend my time arguing with you. There are far more interesting things to do. And you will have to keep that dildo inserted at all times in case either of us – or any of my guests - wants to fuck you.’

Victoria looked shocked but pathetically grateful in equal measure.

‘Now it is getting late, but there is time to make a start. Ms Leventhal, what shall we do with this new slave?’
 
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