Liz's Bad Day at Work

Liz realised she had been back almost twenty five minutes and not done what they had asked so she hurriedly grabbed the small bag and headed to the loo. Only when she was halfway across the office did she realise the risk she was running leaving her desk with the four magazines stashed on it. But she could hardly go back so, reluctantly she hurried on into the toilets. She dived into a cubicle and opened the little draw string at the top of the bag and emptied the contents into her hand. Two small crocodile teeth nipple clamps fell onto Liz's palm.

"Fuck!" she hissed, then quickly shut up as the door opened outside and someone else entered the Ladies toilet block.

Almost unquestioningly Liz unbuttoned her blouse enough to pull over her bra cup and then clip both of the nipple clamps on her stiff nipples. She winced as they bit in and considered for a moment taking them off, after all how could the bastard know she was or was not wearing them? But in the end she was not willing to risk upsetting him and so when she did up her blouse, flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle it was with two clamps on her nipples digging in. Standing at the hand basin washing her hands was Joanne, a coloured girl from the office, she looked up and flashed a toothy smile at Liz.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

Joanne was a relative new recruit and had hardly said a word to Liz in her four months employed there. Liz looked at her strangely, could she be involved in this?

"Er, yeas, fine thanks."

She replied before getting out of there and back to her desk. Where with horror she saw that her in tray with the copy of Hustler had been moved slightly and the bottom quarter of the magazine was visible (which was the bare thighs of some nameless bimbo model). Had she left it like that? Had someone been over and moved things? Liz felt she was cracking up. A feeling not helped by turning to her screen and a new email being there.

"I hope you like them Liz. I'm sure you have them on, if you don't then you've got a problem because they must be on your perfect little titties when I check them tonight and you are now expressly forbidden to visit the bathroom until close of work tonight. If they aren't on you are going to have to get them on your nipples in full view of the office. I'll be watching. Oh but I've got something for you to do this afternoon too. You'll see three attachments to this email. I want you to watch each one, in its entirety. No skipping now and to ensure you do you need to have the three correct answer to me by five o'clock.

Here's the questions:

1) The first video clip is of a bukkake. How many loads of cum does the girl take to her face? 2) Second clip is a piss video. How many people piss on the girl? 3) Final clip is from a BDSM video. How many different objects does the man use on the girl's ass?

Remember, Liz, answers by five at the latest and you will not leave the office until you receive my final email of the day. Happy viewing!"

Liz felt physically sick as she re-read the instructions and it sunk in that she would need to sit at her desk watching hard code porn. But having come this far she felt she couldn't back down now, it wasn't as if she was going online to access them, was it? So at least IT wouldn't see dodgy links on her machine. She sat and scanned the office, thankful that no-one was behind her desk, absolutely everyone seemed to by either busy on the phone or on their computers, it looked like no-one was interested in what she was up to. With her fingers shaking she pushed her mouse button twice and opened the first clip.

The picture quality was surprisingly good and Liz narrowed her eyes and focussed on the little window that opened. She minimised it and dragged it to the bottom left corner of her screen. She had no speakers so no worries about any audio giving her away. The screen came up black then quickly to a young, pigtailed brunette on her knees with multiple naked guys around her jerking off. In other circumstances Liz might have quite enjoyed watching this but instead she tried to keep her cool and concentrate on the action, ready to count the ejaculations. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face as the first penis exploded over her, firing strings of cum over her cheek and nose, almost instantly a second cock appeared on screen and fired over the girls forehead. Liz silently counted to two.

"Liz! Have you got your Health Questionnaire finished yet? It should have been in yesterday."

Liz jumped out of her skin in fright at Alex's voice as he approached her desk from an angle. She fumbled for her mouse and frantically closed the screen down just as the Head of HR arrived adjacent to her desk.

"Sorry Alex, sorry, what were you saying?"

The heavy set, thirty something bore reminded her about the company health questionnaire and stood over her as she rifled through her stuff looking for it. It was in a tray with her copy of Cumsluts and she had to be ultra careful in pulling the questionnaire out and handing it over to him. He went away seemingly happy but Liz couldn't help wondering if his timing was entirely co-incidental. Could he have set her this challenge then come over to try and catch her out?

She was aware of her paranoia now, the whole day had built and built and she wouldn't trust anyone now. With a furtive glare around the office to make sure no-one was likely to head over to her she re-opened the video clip and started counting the cum shots once again. This time she got all the way through the six minute clip. The girl took twelve cum shots to her face and as the picture froze at the end it was on her face obliterated in sticky, white semen. For a moment Liz wished she still had that fake dick between her legs looking at that cum covered girl was bizarrely, quite arousing. She broke her reverie and wrote the number on a post it then carefully opened up the second video clip.

As her blackmailer had stated it was a piss video and again a cute girl was the centre of attention kneeling, naked in a bathtub surrounded by men standing around it. She was a blonde with long hair in a ponytail and Liz gave a little jump as the video lurched into life straight into a stream of piss firing down and bouncing off the pretty girl's face. She opened her mouth and the aim was adjusted so the stream was hitting her outstretched tongue. Liz had heard of watersports before but never considered it and watching this poor model take six bladderfuls did nothing to change her mind. She would have switched the film off if she could have but was aware she had to count. But as soon as it was over she wrote down the number and opened the last file.

The bondage film was quite arousing to Liz in her heightened state. Watching a pretty, slim woman tied to a bench while a brute in a black mask walked around her before picking up various implements and thrashing her sexy ass was quite a thrill for Liz. She had done some light bondage with a ex a couple of years ago and enjoyed it. This appeared quite a bit heavier but seeing the woman treated like that was proving quite the turn on and she had to rewind a bit as she had lost count.

But finally she had her numbers and emailed the bastard back with her answers and nothing more, she had determined not to converse with him at all. And then she waited. It was nearly an hour before a response came, during which she had managed to get some work done and had spent the rest of the time wondering who it was that was doing this to her. The clamps on her nipples were now a dull throb and she wished she could remove them but she thought now she could manage to put up with them. When the mail did arrive her fingers trembled as she opened it, sure that this would be the grand reveal.

"Well done slut. You got all three numbers correct. Bet you enjoyed watching the three, didn't you? Bet you imagined yourself in those self same scenario's didn't you? Well maybe tonight will be your lucky night, who knows? You will be working late tonight. At five minutes past five you will head to the disabled toilet with your porn magazines. Once there you will strip naked and open the magazines at the four pages that are of most interest to you. Once that is set if you look in the first aid kit you will find some more items for you. Keep those nipple clamps on though. There will be a ball gag, a blind fold and a set of handcuffs. You will tie the gag in place in your mouth then unlock the door, put the blindfold over your eyes and make sure your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You must be in position like this at 5.30. If you are not in this state or chose not to go to the bathroom then there will be an anonymous email to IT detailing them that if they look hard enough they will find the signature of some interesting video clips on your work computer. The pictures of your past? Well those will come out at a later date. Do not disappoint my Elizabeth, be there, or else!"

Oh this was bad and Liz chewed her nails as she read and re-read this latest message. The threat was even worse now. The pictures and film being revealed would have been terribly humiliating and embarrassing but she would surely have had some sympathy at being exposed so cruelly but if what the writer wrote happened (and the big problem was that Liz wasn't brilliant on the computer, she really didn't know the intricacies of how much covering she could do in a PC) she knew for sure that she would be facing instant dismissal and probably really would struggle to get another decent job. Fuck! She realised that she had no choice but to do the unthinkable and expose herself terribly to this creep.

Five came too quickly and Liz watched as her colleagues started to shut down their work and ready themselves for their passages home. At five past she pulled the magazines from their hiding places and headed straight to the spacious disabled toilet cubicle which was at the furthest end of the building. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at anyone as she covered the magazines effectively with her arm. Having reached the cubicles she turned and locked it and took a deep breath. Courage! She implored herself. Still as terrified was she was she could not deny that there was a sexual thrill to this that she had rarely, if ever experienced before. She pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it and briefly contemplated not going through with this, but between the threat of what would happen to her if her blackmailer followed up his threats and the growing arousal to her situation, Liz decided to do as she had been told. She placed the magazines down by her side an picked up the first on - Playboy. Flicking quickly though the articles and columns she came to a photo shoot of the cover girl, Kelly Brook, she opened the magazine at quality picture that showed the busty model's tits and toned body and laid it down open to the side of the toilet bowl. The copy Hustler threw up a picture of porn Goddess Jenna Jameson that Liz was drawn to, the blonde was posing with a strap on dildo and looking mean yet extremely sexy. The picture she chose and laid out from Cumsluts was of a petite brunette on her knees while a cock ejaculated over her face, the gull arc of sperm caught by the camera as it headed towards the girls features. From the Interracial magazine Liz selected a picture of a blonde being taken from behind by a black guy while another one was shoving his dick in her mouth. She laid all four out around the toilet and with shaking hands began to undress.

Liz had always been very confident with her body - she was a very good looking young woman with a terrific figure but as she stepped out of her panties and placed them on the small pile of clothing she certainly didn't feel so confident. Still, she went ahead and opened the first aid box, aware that time was moving inexorably forward. There was no surprise to find all the items there as had been described. Her blackmailer had met every condition they had set so far which made Liz all the more sure they would follow through with their threats to expose her if she were not to obey them.

As she lifted the orange fetish ball gag and held it she could not help reaching down to her glistening sex and touching herself there. Her finger came away sticky as the effects of the day had had their effect on her. With trembling hands she pushed the gag into her mouth, forcing her lips wide apart then managed to strap it on place behind her head. Then she clicked on side of the handcuffs around her left wrist and stumbled towards the door and forced herself to unlock it. Then as if fearing her courage would fail her she quickly pulled the blindfold into place, knelt down before the scattered magazine images and reached behind her and managed to click her other wrist into the cuffs. She was now at the end game come what may!

She knelt there like that for five minutes that felt like five hours. Trapped like that her senses were heightened and she heard every noise and smelled every aroma in that large disabled cubicle. Her mind worked overtime. Suddenly the fear came upon her that maybe it was all just a set up and nobody would show but that she would be found, naked, handcuffed and surrounded by porn by the cleaners in a couple of hours. Just as she was debating if that would be preferable and what kind of cover story she could come up with came a harsh crack as the door handle turned, followed by a couple of steps then the crack again as the door shut and bag as it was locked. Liz's senses went into hyperdrive as she realised she was locked in alone with her blackmailer!

The gag left liz unable to speak or make any intelligible sound, the blindfold left her totally unable to see her opponent and the cuffs left her virtually helpless do physically do much of anything about her predicament. But she still had ears and nose that we unencumbered and she strained them in her terrified darkness. She heard sounds behind her. Like clothes being removed, shoes kicked off, strappy type noise, maybe a belt being undone? But no words, no voice. Her nose though gave her the answer she had wondered all day. A perfume slowly filled the air in the cubicle, it was very slight, not overpowering but there nevertheless and Liz knew instantly whose it was - Stella's!

She spoke hopeless into her gag trying to communicate with her colleagues but it was worse than useless and she stopped instantly seconds later when something ( a belt?) was harshly lashed across her exposed buttocks. And then the final confirmation, Stella's cold, calculating, icy voice at Liz's ear.

"Shut up Liz, there's a dear. I don't want to listen to your muffled groans...well, not yet anyway,hahahaha.!"

There had always been a ruthless efficiency to Stella English, everyone that knew her sensed that immediately. She got the job done, quickly , efficiently and effectively whatever it was. But she was not well liked. Respected yes, admired perhaps, but liked, never. Her relationship with Liz from the first had been strained, they were both career women determined to succeed, they could never be anything other than rivals in the company. Away from the office Stella's tastes were more towards the extreme. Not for her the safety of a husband and 2 point 4 children. She had taken a string of no strings attached younger male lovers before tiring of the male of the species and targeting other women for sexual encounters. Usually younger women than her and usually she liked to sexually dominate them, take what she wanted then toss them aside. And then she had discovered Liz's dirty little secret and her evil plan had hatched which had led both women to this point in time.

Stella slowly rubbed her hand over Liz's soft ass cheeks and admired them.

"I've wanted you like this ever since you came here Liz. I don't like competition and there's no doubt that's what you were. Notice I said 'were' because you're not now, no, now you are my bitch. Understand!"

Stella coupled announcing this with fiercely gripping Liz's hair and jerking her head back with no little force. When she released her hold Liz did all she could do at that moment and nodded her ascent.

"Good. That's a good little bitch. You see, you're learning fast, a bright girl like you will quickly realise that there's nothing to be done that satisfy my every demand."

She accompanied this by reaching around Liz's body to cup her pert breasts and tweaked them. Liz jumped at the unexpected touch.

"But you haven't always been such a good girl have you Liz? You were a bad girl when you got those photos taken, when you were a wannabe porn star, eh? And today? What about today, you've been very naughty today, haven't you? Taking off your slutty knickers, stuffing my vibrator in your cunt, buying those filthy magazines and takign them into work and watching that disgusting porn on your work computer. Oh, yes, you've been very naughty."

And with that the ice cool blond spanked Liz six times, each blow hard and fast and leaving a red marking on her perfect, creamy bottom. Liz squealed into the gag but could do little else.

"And now, to ensure I don't reveal to anyone what a naughty little slut you are, you are going to please me, aren't you? Yes, you are. You will do whatever I want just to please me from now on. From here on in I am your Mistress and you are just my little slave slut, understand? And you know what slut? As much as you might not admit it, it turns you on, doesn't it? It makes you soaking fucking wet."

Here Stella plunged her fingers between liz's legs and thrust them into her sopping wet cunt. There was no denying her words, Liz was horny as hell and more aroused than she could remember. Then as Stella removed her fingers from Liz suddenly she took off the blindfold and Liz was able to look around and gaze at her dominant colleague. And what a sight it was!

Stella looked amazing. Gone was the smart, sexy business suited blonde without a hair out of place. Replacing her was a vision of dominance. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, her eyes were now aided with harsh, black eye liner, her breast snow encased in a tight, lace up Basque and her shoes now replaced by thigh high, kick ass boots. And strapped around her crotch was a large, strap on dildo, it looked every inch of its twelve inches in length. Liz goggled at her, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Not what you expected, is it? I bet you thought it was one of those pathetic saps we work with that was blackmailing you. That they were angling just to have a quick fuck. Well, you'll soon enough wish it had been Liz, because I want so much more than that!"

Stella's eyes blazed into Liz and she physically shrunk back, she had no problem, believing what she was being told.

"But we will start with a fuck though. Bend over and brace yourself, I'm going to enjoy this."

Still handcuffed and gagged Liz had no option but to do as she was instructed and presented her pretty ass to her new 'Mistress'. Stella got right in behind her and grabbed the back of Liz's hair and pushed the brunette's head right down, almost into the toilet bowl and then slapped her ass again before delving her hand forward and into Liz's soaking pussy.

"Oh yes, you want this, don't you bitch? You want it from behind like the fucking dirty bitch you are!"

And yes Liz did want it, this whole day had built to this, her sexual stress and tension had built all day and now she desperately needed to release them. She closed her eyes as Stella took her fingers away from her pussy obviously in readiness to set the fake cock to work. And then as she waited for that she got a surprise as Stella prized her ass cheeks apart and stabbed the tip of the monster dildo at Liz's tight, puckered anus.

"Oh, you're going to get it all right but only where I want to put it!"