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Kathleen at Work

Part 2

"Mrs O'Doherty?" The pretty saleswoman smiled.
"Yes that's right."
"If you'll just sign here for the lingerie. There's also a letter here
for you. Someone asked that it be kept with the packages."
"What now?!" she thought. Kathy signed quickly and grabbed the goods
and the envelope. it would have been a struggle to carry it all, even
if she'd been wearing sneakers and jeans. As it was Kathy was trying
to carry it all, balancing on 6" heels and trying to keep her split
skirt from flying up at the slightest breeze. She almost tripped over
once, the movement flipping the back of her skirt right up above her
waist, showing off her delectable bottom to a somewhat bemused public.

Once in the relative safety of her car, Kathy opened the letter. It
was signed "Your Master" - in fact there wasn't a name in the entire
letter.

"When you get home, my secretary will be waiting for you. She has a
key to your house. When I am not there and she is, she will be your
mistress. You will do EXACTLY as she says. If you disobey her, you
disobey me. Disobey me and you can kiss goodbye to your job and your
marriage.

"We will be entertaining a few friends at your home. Guests will
arrive at 7:30. My secretary will tell you exactly what clothes to
wear tonight. She is probably already throwing out the clothes you
don't need any more and modifying the others. I've asked her to
arrange something really special for you to wear. I hope she can do it
in time - otherwise you'll both be punished.

"Don't worry about dinner - it's taken care of.

"Your Master.

Kathy was fuming. She had to get home before Lisa started ruining her
wardrobe. There were thousands of dollars in clothes that Lisa might
throw out or destroy. Kathy hit the gas pedal and raced toward home.
Her day had gone so well so far, she had to expect what happened next.
She had just turned into a side-street when she saw the flashing blue
light behind her. The young cop who pulled her over took his time to
get out of the car. Kathy watched him in her rear-view mirror as he
approached. Officer Bill Hain was tall - maybe 6'4, and obviously
worked out. "Licence please." Kathy handed over her licence. He walked
back to his vehicle, talked into the radio and came back. "Do you know
you were doing 55 in a 30 zone? That's big bucks in my book!"

"Please officer. I didn't realise I was going that fast. I need to get
home urgently." Officer Hain smelt the alcohol on Kathy's breath as
she pleaded with him.

"If you're as drunk as I think you are, you're not going home!"

"I'm NOT drunk!" Kathy suddenly realised she might be!

"Step out of the car Ms ...O'Doherty". Kathy steadied herself and got
out of the car as soberly as possible. She looked around the deserted
street. "I'd like you to walk straight along this line here, turn and
walk back to where you started". In spite of her 6" heels, Kathy did
her best to keep on the straight and narrow, but when she turned, her
head spun and she lost her balance, falling but not hurting anything
more than her pride. The police officer looked on with delight as her
skirt flew up around her waist, displaying her brown pubes framed by
her garter belt and stockings. Kathy looked down and immediately
brushed her skirt back toward her knees. She WAS drunk. Was she about
to be taken "downtown"? Would she spend the night in a cell with a
bunch of lesbian hookers. God - in the clothes she was wearing, she'd
be raped by the lot of them! And if she didn't go home, Doug's film
would be in Shawn's hands the moment he returned. Kathy was shaking
like a leaf. Her mind was racing, searching for a way out of this
mess.

Kathy knew what she had to do. As the policemen offered his hand to
help Kathy back to her feet, she took hold of his hand and pressed it
against her breast, letting him feel her suddenly erect nipple through
the sheer fabric of her blouse. He didn't move away. "Please sir, is
there some way I could convince you to let me off with a warning?"
Officer Bill Hain wondered if the slut without panties was too good to
be true - maybe he was being set up. No - she wasn't acting. She was
scared: Willing to do almost anything to avoid jail. The way she was
dressed, she'd end up gang-raped by half the night-staff. No sense
wasting something this good on those deadbeats.

"What did you have in mind Mrs O'Doherty?" Kathy's heart was racing.
He would let her off if she... sold herself to him like a common
whore.
"What if I give you a hand job?"
"You're kidding aren't you! Why would I bother to have you do
something I can do better myself?"
"What then?"
"What do you think! I fuck you. You drive away."
"No, please - I'm married. I couldn't do that." She was sobbing. "How
about I suck you. I'm good at it."
"OK 'Monika'. If it's good enough for the President, I guess it's good
enough for me. I'll just call in and let them know I'll be away from
the car for a few minutes. Take your shirt off and the skirt too, and
get into the back seat of your car." Kathy thought about getting into
the car first, but decided to do exactly as the officer asked.
Checking that noone was around, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.
She looked down at her erect nipples, poking through the holes Lisa
had cut out of her bra. She looked around to the police car. The
officer was smiling as he talked into the radio, his eyes firmly glued
to the strip show in front of him. Kathy unbuttonned her skirt and let
it fall to her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and scooped it up.
She was wearing nothing but her high heels, stockings, suspenders and
bra. She faced the officer's car again for a moment. Here she was,
naked in the street, where anyone could see her, about to suck off a
man she had never met. Her pussy was wet. Really wet! She hurried into
her back seat and waited an eternity until Officer Hain finally opened
the door. In a fairly poor imitation Clinton accent, he said "You look
mahty fine tonight Monika. Care for a cigar?" He threw a large cigar
into her naked lap.

"I don't smo..." she said before realising she wasn't expected to
smoke it. Bill Hain just smiled and said "I do - cunt-flavored Coronas
are my favourite. Spread those legs and show me your best Lewinsky
impression." Kathy picked up the cigar and ran her hand over it. Not
exactly rough, but it would be once her juices soaked into it - if she
had to shove this thing in and out for any length of time, her pussy
would be scraped raw. Kathy spread her legs as wide as she could, her
left foot on the floor, her right knee hooked over the seat: "not the
most ladylike pose" she thought absently. Gingerly, she moved the tip
of the cigar to her pussy lips and pushed it a little way inside. Not
too bad. She pushed about three inches in and held it in place with
her left hand. With her right, Kathy started gently rubbing her clit.
Rather than pumping the cigar in and out, Kathy moved it around, using
it as a sort of mop for her copious pussy juice. Maybe because she was
drunk, Kathy was finding this perverse dildo show incredibly erotic.
Without even noticing it, her right hand was now drumming on her clit
and she was pushing the cigar in and out more and more vigorously. Her
orgasm built quickly, surprising her with its intensity. She carefully
retracted the now sopping cigar from her slightly sore pussy.

Bill grabbed the cigar and ran it under his nose. "Lovely vintage!
I'll get my wife to light it tonight. Now for the main course!" As
Kathy unhooked herself from the seat and positioned herself a little
more appropriately, Bill started to unbuckle his pants. He pulled them
down with his underpants. Kathy gasped "My God!". This couldn't be for
real. She was thankful that he had settled for a blow job, but didn't
quite know how to manage even that - his cock wasn't long - 6" or a
touch more - but it was almost as wide as his forearm! The circumcized
bulbous head was an angry purple colour. The piss hole was very wide
and large drop of pre-cum was leaking from it. Kathy grabbed the base
of his shaft with both hands and tentatively licked the precum off the
head, poking the tip of her tongue into the hole. Then she swirled her
tongue over the head, amazed at how little her tongue could cover at
once. While still holding the shaft in her right hand, Kathy moved her
left hand to his balls. As she continued to lave his cockhead with her
tongue, she gently caressed and squeezed the wallnut-sized testicles.
Kathy moved her head to be able to lick the shaft. She wrapped her
lips around one side of it, sliding up and down with her mouth and
tongue. When she got to the head, she continued around to the other
side, gently sucking as she went. This was a blowjob unlike any she'd
given before. Since she couldn't get it in her mouth anyway, Kathy was
licking and kissing and caressing Bill's cock in ways she'd never
thought of before. She would flick her tongue back and forward over
his glanz, then gently chew on the head. Bill was silent, basking in
the fabulous sensations Kathy was delivering. But a blow job is a blow
job and he knew he wanted to dump his cum down her throat. As Kathy
sucked gently on the top of Bill's cockhead, he seized the
opportunity, grabbing her head and smashing his cock into Kathy's
mouth. Her teeth scraped him a bit as he forced his cockhead past
them. Kathy was trying to scream, trying to breathe. Her jaw was
stretched too wide. It felt like it would tear apart. The pain was
excruciating. The lack of air was terrifying. Bill knew the look on
Kathy's face. It was the same every time he raped the mouth of an
unsuspecting victim. Always the same pain. Always the same fear. He
lived for it. Bill grabbed two handfuls of Kathy's hair and started
fucking her mouth in short hard jabs, painfully bashing the back of
her windpipe each time. Kathy had not been able to breathe for over
half a minute. Her face was starting to go red. Her chest felt like it
was about to implode. Bill knew she would work out how to breathe
before she blacked out. They all did. He just settled into his rhythm,
using Kathy's hair as a lever to ever more forcefully slam his meat
into her throat. He only wished his cock was just a little longer so
he could punch it deep into his victims' throats. Kathy was scavenging
tiny breaths through her nose and no longer felt like she was going to
die. But the excruciating cramp pain of her overstretched jaw was
getting worse by the second. Bill was looking straight into her teary
eyes as he rammed his fucktool home again and again. Suddenly Kathy's
eyes bulged as she tried again to scream - the bastard's cock was
actually getting wider, stretching her jaw seemingly beyond it's
capacity. He smiled, watching her eyes as he slammed into her throat
once more, holding her face to his crotch as his balls pumped wad
after wad of slimy cum into the back of her throat. He held her like
that for ages, revelling in the involuntary contractions of her throat
muscles around his gradually diminishing cock. He finally pulled it
out of her mouth and wiped the cum and spittle on her cheek. Kathy
grabbed her tortured jaw with both hands, massaging the joints to try
to alleviate the pain. Slowly the pain receded. Bill had already
pulled up his pants and was straightening his clothes. 'Thank you
ma'am. I think I'll let you off with a warning this time.'

Kathy took a moment to remember that she was in a desperate hurry. She
grabbed her skirt and pulled it on, followed frantically by her
blouse. She did up a button and scrambled into the front seat. Within
seconds she was back on the road, painstakingly sticking to the speed
limit as she drove the rest of the way to her house.

She pulled into the drive, grabbed the packages and raced to the front
door. It swung open at her touch. "Shit!" she thought. Kathy raced to
her bedroom. Lisa was carrying a bundle of clothes and dumping them on
the bed. On the floor were two piles of clothes. Her miniskirts, sexy
dresses and evening gowns, see-through blouses, a few other items were
in one pile. The other pile was much larger. It included all Kathy's
slacks, jeans and shorts, almost all her underwear, lots of skirts and
blouses. It also included all her flat shoes except her gym shoes.
Kathy's pulse was racing. "My God, Lisa, please don't throw it all out
- those clothes are worth a fortune!"

Lisa looked up at Kathy with a sort of exasperated look. "I'll tell
you what, slut. I'll store this crap at my place for you. You can pay
me $25 per month rental OK?" Kathy was being asked to pay this bitch
for the privelege of having her steal Kathy's clothes! "...A year in
advance!"

Kathy closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "And when do I get it all
back?"

"Dunno. Maybe never."

"You bit..." Kathy stopped herself before she said something she would
regret. "OK. $300 and you hold it for the next year." Kathy thought of
something and raced into her wardrobe. "Shit! Where's my wedding
dress?"

"Don't worry Kathy. It's just being cleaned and adjusted - you're
wearing it tonight!" Kathy was incredulous. Why would she wear her
wedding gown - she hadn't worn it since her wedding day, 8 years
before. "Better hit the shower - Doug will be mighty angry if you look
anything short of perfect tonight. He'll be here at 7:30"

"What's happening tonight?" Lisa didn't bother answering, turning back
to seperate the clothes on the bed. Kathy shrugged her shoulders and
walked into the bathroom. Kathy removed her clothes and stepped into
the steaming shower. The water washed over her. In spite of her
impossible situation, Kathy found herself relaxing under the massaging
spray. She closed her eyes and thought back over the terrible things
that she had done today: performing like a stripper for her boss;
cumming for him; then going down on him; then doing the same for a
jock cop she had never even met before. She really was a slut, wasn't
she! The thought sent a surge of lust straight to her pussy. Her right
hand moved to her clit and she gently rubbed in soft circles over the
inflamed nub. She saw herself in the back seat of her car, the cop
raping her mouth with the fattest cock she'd ever seen. She thought
about how she masturbated to orgasm with his cigar. How his wife would
be lighting it for him tonight. She thought about how she humiliated
herself in Doug's office - how he turned her into a 1-minute
masturbation machine. How he had Lisa force her into position so he
could fuck her throat. How he kissed and caressed Lisa, as he forced
his cock into Kathy's mouth and throat over and again. How he pumped
his jism all over her face and hair and made her scoop it into her
mouth with her fingers. Each degrading image drove her closer and
closer to the edge. When she thought of the endless possibilities of
degrading things to come, her orgasm swept up over her. She pressed
her fingers against her vulva and squeezed them beween her thighs and
she tried to extend the extacy for as long as she could. Now it was
over and she felt degraded and dirty. She wept for a moment. As she
opened her eyes, she was shocked out of her reverie. Lisa was videoing
her!

"What the fuck!? How dare you!"

"Shut up, you stupid cunt! I do anything I want in this house! And if
you EVER speak to me like that again, I can promise you that your job
and your marriage are as good as gone. Now, cunt, get out of the
shower, crawl to me, kiss my shoe and beg me for forgiveness!"
Kathleen would have laughed if she didn't feel so angry. Where did
Lisa get off threatening her like this? A hell of a power trip she was
on. In spite of her anger, Kathy climbed out and started walking
toward Lisa. "Crawl!" Kathy dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe
she was responding to orders by this bitch. She crawled to Lisa,
feeling like an idiot. She looked down at Lisa's black pumps. "Kiss
it!" Kathy pecked the shoe. "Kiss it properly!" Kathy closed her eyes
in self-disgust, opened her mouth and pressed it to the shoe, flicking
her tongue over the leather. Lisa grabbed Kathy's shoulders and pushed
her away. "Enough slut! I wouldn't want you to get too attached to my
feet. Now finish your shower, and get into the bedroom! Oh, and shave
that crap off your pussy. All of it!"
"I can't do that! - what will my husband say?"
"He'll probably say it's about fucking time! But no-one gives a shit
about what he says anyway - you're Doug's cunt, to do with as he
pleases. You've got 20 minutes - if you're late, you get punished."
Lisa smiled coldly. Kathy, crying, angry and confused, climbed back
into the shower and started soaping up her beautiful bush of brown
pubic hair to shave it off. Kathy was confused. She hadn't had the
slightest sexual attraction to a woman since a crush early in puberty,
and nothing had changed. Yet the way this bitch was controlling her
life was actually turning her on. She hated it. It was intensely
humiliating. It would only get worse. What sort of punishment would
she impose? Spanking? Whipping? Public humiliation? Lesbian rape?
These thoughts, and the fear in the pit of Kathy's gut, were turning
her on, in spite of herself.

She shaved carefully, sure she would cut herself. In ten minutes her
delta was completely gone, revealing her now childlike mons, her clit
and pussy lips protruding obscenely from the revealed slit of her
cunt. My God it looked so ...nasty. She ran her fingers over her
exposed sex. Smooth. Strange. Like it was someone else down there. She
slipped a finger in, amazed at how the sensations were subtly
different. Kathleen stepped out of the shower and towelled herself
dry. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying in vain to get used
to the sight of her bald pussy. It looked ugly and pretty at the same
time. She'd never get used to it. But Lisa was right - Shawn would
probably be thrilled when he returned, to find his sexy wife had
decided to surprise him by shaving her pussy. Still, Kathy dreaded the
inevitable itch as the hair started to grow back - would she end up
having to shave every couple of days, just to avoid the itch?

Kathy walked into the bedroom to find it back to normal, except for
her magnificent wedding gown draped over her bed along with various
white underclothes she'd never seen before: sheer white stay-up
stockings, a pair of white lace thong panties, an obscene bra with
gaping holes cut out to show her nipples like Lisa had done to her bra
earlier today - only this one was tailored that way.

Lisa was standing by the door, waiting for Kathy to dress. Kathy was
waiting for Lisa to leave the room. After a minute or so Kathy knew
she had lost. She dropped her towel and walked nude to her bed. She
picked up the panties. Lisa stopped her - "Put those on last - after
you've put on your dress and heels! Always put your panties on last,
even if you don't think anyone is watching!" Kathy sighed and dropped
the panties on the bed again. She picked up the bra and slipped it on.
At least it felt more comfortable than the butchered bra she's been
wearing for the last few hours. But it sort of pressed her tits into
the bra cups, forcing them through the holes and accentuating them
unnaturally. Kathy thought it looked horrible. Lisa liked it, or at
least she liked the fact that Kathy obviously didn't. Next came the
stockings - Dior. They felt fantastic. Kathy looked at herself in the
mirror: Virgin white stockings, bald pussy, nipples poking nastily
through holes in her white bra. She was turning herself on. She picked
up her heavy wedding gown and slipped it over her head. That was the
only way it came on (or off). The bodice scraped over her exposed
nipples, sending shivers down her spine. It fit her like it did on her
wedding day. She looked at herself again in the mirror. Oh god. Oh
god. She was wearing her wedding dress. To fuck her boss. She was
going to fuck another man. Not her husband. And he wanted her in her
wedding dress. This was so evil. Kathy sat on the bed, shivering
slightly in spite of her heavy gown. She slipped her shoes on and
stood up again to admire the picture she made in the mirror. "Let's
get your hair and makeup together - you've wasted too much time, you
lazy slut!" On a whim, Lisa grabbed Kathy's hair, and dragged her
sideways onto a chair. Kathy suffered it more as indignity than pain.
Lisa was good though. In 30 minutes, Kathy's hair was quaffed and her
makeup looked like a cross between a hooker and a virgin. "OK Slut,
hike your dress and put those panties on!" As Kathy complied with the
command, the doorbell rang. "Well, whore, sounds like your groom has
arrived. Let's go downstairs!"
End of Part 2


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