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A Bad Hiring Decision (FarFetched & JennaRP)

Natasha had taken a long lunch that day. She had to drop off her truck back at home, and pick up a few supplies that would come in handy later. As much as she wanted to stay at her house, she couldn’t leave work yet. She was waiting for someone else to leave first. As she sat back down at her computer, however, she noticed something particularly delicious.

The ex-con had been monitoring her boss all day, but not just through her internet usage. There was one more thing she had done to Angie’s office, just to make sure there wasn’t any holes in her surveillance. That extra measure was about to pay big dividends.

While angie continued to pleasure herself over a bondage video. Natasha tabbed to her chat client and typed up a message to the woman. The first message was an image of a split screen, black and white camera feed.

The top feed was a picture of Angie at her desk moaning and rhythmically pressing against something under the table. The camera’s angle seemed to come from the corner office, near the ceiling.The bottom feed was streaming from a tiny camera directly underneath Angie’s desk, giving a full view of the office woman with her pants down, feverishly playing with the fabric of her panties.

Natasha had hidden cameras in her office. Originally, she had set them up to make sure she didn’t start confessing to the other employees during their meetings. This usage, she decided, was infinitely better.

Natasha: <2CameraAngles.jpeg>

Natasha: Looks like someone is a little horny for their owner.

As Angie saw the message, she would find she was no longer in control of her computer. Natasha had logged in with her VPN and was controlling her screen remotely. The cursor moved to the video Angie was watching, and hovered over the ‘volume’ button. She slid the bar slightly to the right, increasing the volume a little. As this happened, more messages would pop up in the chat box.

Natasha: You should have responded to my texts this morning.

Natasha: I think you know what will happen now. Seems it’s all you think about~

Natasha: Take off your underwear, pull up your shirt and keep going. If you do not, I will turn up the volume.

As this was sent, a live feed of the two camera’s would pop up on Angie’s screen, to the left of the text box and the video. Not only would she have to masturbate on camera, she’d have to watch herself doing it.

Natasha: Be a good little bitch, and give me a show.

From outside the office, Natasha licked her lips in anticipation. She hadn’t expected an opportunity to get Angie all hot and humiliated for tonight.
 
Angie was working herself up into a frenzy, just about to slide her panties to the side so she could finish herself off. Her cheeks were flushed and pussy wetted through as she rubbed right over her slit.

Suddenly a window she hadn’t seen before popped up. It took her a second of staring to realize she was looking at a picture of herself. Then of course a message from her nightmare, Natasha.

She immediately looked to the corner, seeing the smallest black box. Then she lost her cursor and saw the video turn up. She tried typing and moving the cursor but she had no control as the volume turned up gradually, then came the order on what to do to avoid it getting louder. Her walls were thick, but the speakers were high quality and could get extremely loud. It was only at 15% and already she worried muffled noises would be able to be heard if an ear was pressed to her door.

She wanted to scream. In a fit of rage she stripped off her pants and underwear, not even bothering to put her pants back on. She lifted up her blouse over her bra, her breasts almost popping out as she went back to touching herself.

”Voyeuristic fucking pervert” she mumbled aloud, audible over the video sound as she subconsciously put her legs up, similar to the position she’d been ziptied into the previous day. She started to rub herself as she again fixated on the screen. The sounds of a tongue pushing through a wet pussy were louder, as were the moans of the woman smothering the tied up girl. The slaps to breasts made Angie moan louder as she slipped two fingers into herself, her thumb working her clit.

She pumped them in and out, glancing at the video feed of herself and then back to the porno, back and forth as she got herself worked up. Her hips grinding hard against her fingers, chair rocking as her moans got louder and more frequent. She lost herself as she reached up and tugged her bra down, spilling her left breast out and starting to roll and pinch her nipple.

Suddenly she let out a scream, her pussy gushing as the orgasm ripped through her body, cum leaking out onto her leather chair, looking under her ass as her chest heaved. She panted for a moment as she sat there, suddenly very aware of the video cameras again.

”You got your fucking show. Now I’m going home she voiced to the cameras, starting to put her breasts away and gather her pants and panties, the getting some Kleenex to start wiping up her mess.
 
Natasha: Lol! I think Christina heard you!

Natasha: Good girl ;)

After a moment, Natasha would delete the convorsation from Angie’s end. No point in having anything to trace back to her. Afterwards, she closed the camera feed and returned control of the computer to her boss.

When Angie left her office, Natasha wouldn’t be at her desk. Instead, she’d be found leaning against Angie’s car, in the office parking lot. She had a polite smile on her face, and a heavy bag over one shoulder. ”Give me your keys.” She chimed in, brightly. ”I’ll be driving you home tonight.”

It was friday evening, but it seemed like not even the weekend would be offering Angie any comfort.
 
By the time Angie had gotten cleaned up and packed her things, the office was practically empty. She still felt like she needed to sneak through the building, scared Natasha would be around any turn.

She felt relieved as she went through the doors and began walking towards her Audi, only to freeze when she was about halfway there. She could spot the pink haired girl from there, groaning as she looked back at the building, but knowing she’d have to head to her car.

She opened her mouth in shock when told she had to give Natasha her keys, meaning Natasha would be coming to her house. It made her skin crawl, seeing the oversized bag and wondering what could be in it. Natasha had obviously planned this.

”You can come to my place for a drink, then you’re ubering home” she said, attempting to establish boundaries. Worst case, she had a spare room made up that was down the hall from her master bedroom, but she figured it best to keep Natasha away from thinking she could spend the night. She’d admitted she was Natasha’s bitch, but she had thought there understanding began and ended at the office.. which was apparently incorrect, given this development.

She tossed the keys as Natasha and threw her bag in the back. She could feel her damp panties as she slid into the passenger seat, typing her address into the nav system just about fifteen minutes away. [/color]
 
At the mention of drinks, Natasha just laughed. That was how much Angie’s boundaries meant to her. ”Just get into the car.” she ordered, sliding into the driver’s seat. Natasha had to take a moment to admire the interior of the car. It had leather upholstery, built in GPS and a very fancy radio to tie it all together. Natasha could get used to driving this around, it beat a dented pickup truck any day.

As soon as Angie closed her door it would lock, and Natasha would begin driving. They didn’t even get out of the parking lot before Natasha began getting handsy, resting a hand on Angie’s thigh as they drove and rubbing the inside possessively. ”We both know I’m not coming over for a drink.” She said, pressing her hand against the woman’s sensitive box and squeezing.

Natasha would take her hand back to turn onto the streets. Smirking, she would add. ”If you want to make this easier on yourself, I’d suggest being learning your place quickly. Tonight, we’re teaching you manners” As she pulled onto the freeway, she would mutter manners to herself again. Natasha swore to see tears early and often this weekend.

As they rode up to the gated community, Natasha would demand the password from Angie, not trusting the woman to get out and do it herself. They’d park in the driveway, and Natasha would retrieve her bag before having her boss unlock the door for her. She’d push the woman in, striding in after her.

”Alright.” She’d say, tossing her bag onto the living room couch. ”Take off your clothes.” She commanded, turning back to Angie with a dark glance. It was the same look she gave when threatening Angie with the fountain pen yesterday. She wasn’t making a request.
 
Angie looked nervously around as they parked in her driveway, walking in as she hoped her neighbors weren’t out. Not that they would understand the depth of the twisted interaction happening, but she figured it best they didn’t see anything at all. She’d hoped that being at her house would provide her some kind of advantage in the situation, but Natasha was wasting no time. Angie saw the look and remembered the stabbing feeling of the pen, knowing there were no negotiations for this part.

She didn’t have to be happy about it, however. Hastily and angrily she stripped her blouse and pants. She hesitated at her bra and panties after sliding off her heels, but of course Natasha had already seen everything. All of Angie’s secrets were being exposed to this woman. She reached back and unclasped her bra and then down with the panties, stepping out of them and then placing her hands frustratingly on her hips. Her head cocked to the side, lips pursed together tightly as narrowed eyes glared at Natasha.

”My bedroom is up those stairs and down the hall to the left, since you apparently don’t want to wait for a tour before playing your stupid games. You, assuming you’re staying the evening with that bag that I can only assume is the entirety of your belongings, can stay in the guest room down the hall to the right.” She motioned around as she spoke. ”As you can see this is the living room. There is a bar in the basement off the kitchen down that hallway and the dining room is attached. A hot tub out back with a privacy fence.” She left quite a bit of the expansive house out of the description, but hit on the main points.

”Now, feel free to make yourself at home while I go change into something else” she said as she tried to quickly make her way to the stairs and up to her bedroom. If she could just make it there then perhaps she could figure something out. She’d contemplated even subduing Natasha, or worse... not that she was capable of such things, but they had certainly crossed her mind with all this twisted treatment.
 
'Stupid.'

The moment Angie dared to say that word, her fate was sealed. Natasha cracked her neck. This would not end well. As soon as Angie was done pompously gesturing around the house, Natasha would walk right up to her and move to slap slap her across the face with all her strength. As far as Natasha was concerned, it was long overdue. She wasn't able to properly beat her victim back at the office. Too many prying ears could have heard them if she got too violent. Now, that restriction was out the door. Natasha already had her sub under her finger, but she wasn't obedient yet. This would require some harsh breaking.

With a grunt, Natasha would throw Angie to the ground, following up with a savage kick to the woman's ribs. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" She'd ask, following up with a second kick for good measure. "I keep telling you this, clearly you need it beaten out of you." While her slave was preoccupied with their new bruises, Nat would find her bag and produce zip ties and a ring gag. The ballgag was a thick, leather thing with steel for the bit and a steel padlock on the back end. Overall, it was made for putting on, not taking off.

Sitting on top of her captive, Natasha would force Angie's arms together behind her and tie them with zip ties. One band went across Angie's wrists, while the oother went around her forearms, pulling her elbows together. With her slave restrained, she'd grasp and tightly twist her boss's exposed nipple, using the opened mouth to force the ring gag into the woman's mouth. Natasha would tighten severely before snapping the lock into the back.

Natasha would stand, pulling her captive upright by arms. "Lets start with lesson one. 'Don't sass my owner'." She growled, pulling the naked towards the back door. She'd step out back, dragging her captive towards the Jacuzzi. She was thankful there was a privacy fence, because what she was about to do next would have the cops called in an instant.

Pulling back the cover on the hot tub, Natasha would grasp her boss by the hair, and dunk her into the water. She held her there for a time, before pulling back up. "You will not talk back to me." She'd dunk her head back under the water. The strangling effect was both a horrifying experience, but also erotic, as her body fought with itself to stay alive, releasing adrenaline and dopamine. She'd pull her head out again, only to continue her speech. "I'm the one in control here. Don't forget that you deserve this." Natasha would push her under a third time, only this time, she'd begin fingering the woman's sex, trying to arouse her further than just the asphyxiation would bring her. Before Angie could lose consciousness, Natasha would finally give up on drowning her and drag the woman back into, letting her collapse to the floor.

Natasha would let Angie recover for a couple seconds while she found a knife in her bag. She would cut off the zip ties- but not the ring gag. "Are you going to behave now?"
 
Angie was still trying to find her breath when Natasha dragged her up by the hair. She was wide eyed with her mouth stuck open around the ring gag and arms completely disabled. She saw the hot tub and tried to stop, planting her feet but she just had no leverage. She tried to scream but was plunged into the hot water, her breath again leaving her as she was frantic.

As she went under the third time, she thought this was how she’d die, naked and gagged in her home, they’d probably find the recordings of her in her office next to the incriminating documents. She could see it all. As she was picturing it she was brought back when Natasha fingered her from behind, her pussy seeming to react by spasming around the fingers for a moment before she was pulled out and back inside.

Her chest heaved as she dripped on the hardwood floor, hair and makeup a mess as the ties at least were cut. The very first thing she tried, of course, was to get the gag off. Her hands quickly going to the clasp, fumbling around with the object she started to learn was a padlock. It obviously wasn’t coming off without the key.

Frustrated and helpless she laid on the floor as Natasha asked if she’d ‘behave’ like she was some kind of pet or child. It was degrading, but she was physically outmatched and Natasha was many steps ahead mentally. The girl was an unhinged in an instant, which terrified Angie, which she also knew was the purpose but she couldnt help the fear.

Slowly she moved up to her knees. ”Uh huh” she mumbled through the gag, nodding her head to agree that she’d behave. For now.
 
"Hmph." She snorted, "Not mouthing off now, are you?" She jeered. She much preferred her boss this way. Afraid, aroused, and most of all, quiet. This was how she liked her bottoms back in prison. Seeing her strong-minded boss the exact same way was worth all the effort, but they weren't done yet.

"Kneel. Spread your legs." She would say, walking towards her. Natasha would lean forward and slap Angie's inner thigh to make her comply. Next, she would grab the woman's wrists. "Arms behind your back. Show me whats mine." She said, forcing her hands to be crossed behind her, causing her generous chest to puff out even further. Once done, she would step back, inspecting her posture.

"This is the 'Sit' position." She explains, going through her bag. "From now on, whenever you and I are alone in a room, you will take this position and await my instruction. If you don't, the punishments will be severe." From the bag, she produced a collar that Angie would recognize. It was a Ruff & Rugged heavy duty dog collar. It was made for animals, but for Angie, it was the perfect size. Natasha kneeled down to her level, and fastened it around her neck. "You're going to be my personal pet, after all. You aren't allowed to stand in my presence without permission."

"Now. Bend over." She'd order, and find a ribbed butt plug, and a bottle of lube in her bag. She covered the metallic object with the oil, and began pressing it into Angie's ass slowly, working it in bump by bump.
 
The position Angie was forced into was very exposing and humiliating, being told this was her ‘sit’ position like some kind of fucking dog. She stared a hole through Natasha as she told her that she’d have to be in this awful position whenever the two were alone together. Her nipples were hard and stiff from the wet skin getting cold, her large, firm breasts showing prominently.

She watched Natasha approach with the collar and it took all she had not to get up and run, knowing it wouldn’t do much good. But the collar was a big shot to her ego, feeling it buckled behind her neck, feeling how snug it fit. It was sturdy and tough, made for rough pulling on a leash. It wasn’t suffocating but it may as well have been, especially when told she could only stand with permission. Now this was getting downright ridiculous.

She groaned as Natasha again went to the bag. Her eyes darted to the kitchen, wondering if she could get to one of the steak knives. Most likely not, and most likely it would make things... somehow... worse. It seemed things could always get worse.

She bent over, unsure why until she felt the cold, hard plug. She tried to clench and resist, but it had been lubed up. She gasped and moaned against the plug as each ribbed section went in, deep and wide as she felt it seated. She couldn’t push it out, her tight ring clamped around the base as she looked up at Natasha. Her cheeks were red and wet hair hung down around her face.

”Go huck yoselk” she said brokenly through the gag, her intention for the wording obvious but her speech had been taken away by the ring gag, drool sliding out the hole as she was bent over and unable to close her mouth to stop it.
 
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