Family Drama

Office

At 11'30 the whole office expected the man of the day: Mr Bruce Southampton. The news he had regained the Rittersporn & Co contract had spread as fire in a hayloft. Everybody had stopped working when his car entered the parking lot. Champagne was ready to be uncorked and even confetti and streamer awaited the hero's entrance. His co-workers were ready but their cheers, whistles and applauses died in their throats when Bruce came out of the lift. Not cause of him, but of Evelyn. The pretty 34 years old blonde was dressed to reconvert gay men and to make any present woman wish to grow a cock.

White thigh high boots in stretch patent leather enhanced her natural pretty legs. Also white was the absolute transparent gauze which played the role of a mini- skirt, but showing instead of hiding her swollen pussy. The frontal view her husband's co-worker got permitted them to clearly see her slit, more protruded thanks to the 5 inch high heels. The fact her cunt was shaven didn't help either to hide her nether lips from avid eyes.

From the waist band till just under her firm globes her body remained uncovered, not that the white tight-fitting open knitted top was hiding anything, but at least it could be considered clothing, even if her nipples showed through. Elbow long white gloves, a white choker and an also white cowgirl hat set off her outfit.

The most humiliating was, nevertheless, a white nylon band attached to her new nose-ring; a nylon band Bruce held firmly with his left hand.

Mrs. Evelyn Southampton was dying of shame. She new all these people, some of the men, who at the moment were ogling her denuded sex, had tried to flirt with her, unfruitful, in the past. She, the inaccessible, was now led around by a nose-ring and showed off like an animal. She felt the outfit robbed her any dignity, but the nose-ring denied her even the most elementary status of human being.

Dressed like this, minus the nose-ring, she went this morning with her husband to Rittersporn $ Co. to sign the contract. After getting a heavy petting from Steve and his three managers she was made to suck Steve whilst he signed the contract.

‘Bruce, let the slut entertain my staff, whilst I show you some of the new machinery' Mr. Rittersporn had said. ‘The slut' it hammered in her head. She was, well, till Friday, she had been, the respected Mrs Southampton. Not a Bimbo to entertain Rittersporn's staff. Now she was.

Rittersporn's managers, two men and a woman were far less inventive than their boss. The two men sandwiched Mrs Southampton on her fours between them and whilst one was face fucking her, the other one used her fanny. Evelyn felt undignified to the utmost, being used like a external sperm depot or a living fuck hole as Margaret said whilst abusing her tits and calling her names.

The arousal of having such a pretty and fuckable prey made both sexagenarians hyperactive.

In less than an hour both of them had used her twice, once on each end. Not knowing what to do with her after being exhausted they pierced her septum, ringed her and attached her in a standing position, almost tiptoeing, to a hook next to Margaret. They didn't even bother to ask her or her husband about the piercing, she was there to entertain them and if they wanted a pierced slut, they got it.

Her pussy was swollen because Mrs Houston abused Evelyn's cunt till Bruce and Steve came back. First she fondled and groped it, getting it wet and sensible, than she started elongating her labia and pinching her clit. Evelyn's shrieks and whimpers only encouraged Margaret to further abuse this humiliated woman. Being attached by her nose-ring Evelyn could do very few to protect herself and underwent the debasing treatment finishing with up to 7 pens stuck into her cunt.

Ten minutes after entering her husband's office nobody bothered talking to her. They've accepted she was the price to pay to get the contract back, so she was just merchandise. An item, an incentive or an object but not a friend or a person, let alone a respectable one.

The fact they were not talking to her didn't stop them to grope and pinch her whilst congratulating Mr: Southampton. The fact Bruce did nothing to prevent his wife made them bolder and openly groped Evelyn's twat when shaking hands with Bruce. She was discussed as if absent and fingered or finger fucked without any trace of dignity.

When Bruce was called into the president's office, Lily took the nose leash from Bruce hands and said, loudly slapping Evelyn's ass,: “Let's go, Bimbo, I'm going to show you the office” Evelyn who thought she had reached the bottom of her degradation, realized that at the bottom there was a hole and she fell even deeper. The youngest girl of the office was going to walk her around, worse than naked and attached by a ring through her nose.

“Lily, bring her over here” called a grey-haired older man. It was Oliver, the same who just a month ago wanted to invite her to a dinner; a dinner she rejected with words like ‘People may start talking' or ‘what would people think'.

Bruce's meeting wasn't all the smooth he expected. Of course he got congratulations and even a raise but Mr Bush, the president almost accused him of holding back.

“I'm happy” he said “you involve your family to get good business, but I feel the company should profit first and you never brought your daughter to our parties, nor your wife was dressed as today”

“Mr Bush, it wasn't my…” Bruce tried to defend his position.

“Mr. Southampton” he was interrupted “I want your family working with us from now on…”

“Well, Amanda is still…” Bruce tried again to not get overwhelmed.

“..and I mean your WHOLE family” went on Mr. Bush, as if never interrupted.

“Whole?” wondered Bruce.

“As far as I know you've a younger sister and a pretty sister-in-law. Am I wrong?”

Mr. Bush wasn't wrong, but how to tell him that one thing was being Bruce's family ( quite normal) and another very different was to be forced to dress and act as a cheap whore, a position he doubted any woman would freely accept.

On the way to College

Amanda's nightmare started as soon as she took the bus. Normally she drove to college but as Dirk put it 'Bitches don't drive'. He even told her to be grateful he didn't make her walk or even crawl all the way. Dirk himself also took the bus, just to make sure the bitch follows the rules.

One rule she was for sure following: The dress code.

Dirk had her dress like a little school girl. Bright red high heeled sandals, worn with white socks, a some size to small pleated skirt with the typical checks in red and white and a white, almost transparent, blouse. The effect was mind blowing for any red blooded male. The skirt was so short that Dirk saw his sister's puffy lips when mounting the bus some steps behind her. Well, he saw them and couldn't resist sticking a finger into his sister's cunt which made Amanda practically fell into the bus.

The bus was crowed and nobody seemed to notice her, nobody but Mr. Yasuhiro Hiramatsu. This small Japanese was sitting in the middle of the bus, and his eyes virtually popped out when he saw Amanda stepping into the bus, he even noticed Dirk's hand under her skirt. He couldn't believe his luck, his erotic fantasy coming true. A grown up Bimbo dressed as a schoolgirl and in reach. Trying to hide his erection, he stood up and offered his seat to a by standing fat woman. Before reaching the next station he had managed to place himself next to Amanda.

Amanda herself was lost in her thoughts and fears. She dealt with the humiliation of being dressed like a whore in a crowded bus; with the knowledge her brother would be inflexible when it comes to apply the rules, and the arousal of being nearly naked.

Whit extreme anxiety she anticipated her immediate future at college: To become a fucktoy.

This was the exact word she was thinking when she felt a warm hand brush her thigh. She went stiff. Dirk also noticed it and started smiling. Yasuhiro waited for a moment looking for a reaction. Perhaps a hand trying to block him, or a loud spoken word, or at least the leg trying to flee. Nothing. He got bolder. The brush on Amanda's leg became a soft stroking hand. ‘My god I'm going to be fondled in a crowded bus' she thought. Still no response. The caressing hand moved to inner and higher parts of her leg. ‘God stop him, pleeeaase'

It stopped, the bus, not the hand. When the bus was in motion again Mr. Yasuhiro Hiramatsu was travelling with one hand on her bare ass. If Dirk had not shown her the remote she would have slapped this shameless molester, but instead she had to further open her legs. Yasuhiro was proud of his body control, twice he had won the endurance prize of Tokyo, but today he was just about cumming into his pants just like an undisciplined teenager. The bus was so full he could afford travelling without holding any handrail, and soon his right hand was also busy.

‘ What am I going to do?' thought a terrible ashamed Amanda when she felt his hand on her ass ‘I can't be groped and abused in a public bus' ‘This has to stop' It didn't stop. Mr. Hiramatsu's right hand cupped her naked and bold sex. He came into his pants and she whimpering came on his fingers.

“If you want she licks your fingers to clean them” offered Dirk in hushed tones. He wanted and Amanda had to clean Mr. Yasuhiro Hiramatsu's fingers standing in a public bus. Everybody pointed at them and made comments, she wanted to die. It was like advertising ‘Hey guys I'm a slut. Come and help yourselves' the advertising worked. Between that station and college the whole bus wanted to get a sampling. A finger pushed into her cunt. Both her tits were massaged, her nipples elongated, her clit pinched. She felt on her fours. Suddenly she felt a cock pressing against her mouth. ‘No, this not' she thought ‘Aaaaaahhhh mmmmmm pphhhffffff' Dirk had pressed the remote and the cock entered without problems.

Another dick found a wet hole on her other end. She was getting the fucking of her life when Dirk told her he was getting off. “And don't forget to blow the driver before you leave” he shouted for all to hear and jumped out of the bus.

Amanda arrived one hour late. She had been fucked and molested by the entire bus. The driver himself had insisted in getting not only his blowjob but a thoroughly fucking. He got it.

On the way home

Bruce was driving in silence. Evelyn was sitting next to him in her learned position: with wide spread thighs, hands behind her seat and her nose leash attached to the driving wheel. From time to time Bruce, mind absently, passed a finger through her openly showing slit. She also was silent, but perhaps it was due to the enormous red ball gag somebody had stuffed into her mouth.

He was thinking about the phone calls he had been coerced to do. His sister Jennifer would swallow the bait, he was sure; but Sarah, Evelyn's sister, had been a lot more difficult. They weren't on good terms and since he tried to bed her, she's always been threatening him by letting Evelyn know. On the phone she looked surprised and suspicious about his real intentions; even she didn't say it straight, she hinted at it.

His luck was Sarah's husband was jobless and her boys (Tony 12 and Sam 14) were keeping bad companies, the neighbourhood kids Sarah disliked most

It had been Mr. Bush himself who gave her the reassuring argument.

“Mrs Dimelow I believe in team work” He said “and if Mr. Southampton and his wife, your very sister, have been capable of wining a lost battle I'm sure the whole family together will be capable of almost everything, please don't fail us” and taking the phone Bruce finished “You can live with us and George will be my right hand, think it over”.

Jennifer Harden of San Diego, Calif., 37 y/o didn't want to move with her daughters, aged 13 ( Naomi) and 16 (Tisha), because she believed San Diego was healthier for her girls. This was what she told her brother when he offered her a job to help her out of her actual situation. But then she heard a news report on the radio talking about air contamination in California. ‘So much for living healthier' she thought, ‘perhaps I should choose living richer'.

It still was unclear what the job Bruce offered was about, but she was flexible and a quick learner. Unclearness was, anyway, Jennifer's hobby horse. Even her marital status was unclear.

Her husband disappeared, simply vanished in Iraq, having signed, but not delivered the divorce papers. Officially he was still not dead, the insurance-lobby pressed this point, nor divorced, but for sure she was alone. She didn't know if she was married, divorced or widow. Once she commented with humour ‘I should ask for the annulment of our marriage in order to have all the possible marital stata'

Bruce had even offered his home for her to live till she finds her own. Strange was to her how her brother reaffirmed his authority. “Meanwhile you'll life under my roof you'll have to bend to my rules” he said.

Evelyn's mind was again and again thinking over the last hours. Lily had happily brought her over to Oliver. “You were right, Evelyn,” he said slowly passing a finger through her bold cunt “what would people think if they see me with a hooker like you”

The office people gathered around them and smiled. She felt horrible. In none of the gazes was the slightest track of pity, there was hunger, cruelness or enjoyment, but no pity for the circus-animal she had become.

He had ordered her to fuck herself up and down on his finger whilst talking. Slowly she obeyed. Apparently her pace wasn't speed enough and Lily corrected it flogging her once with a plastic ruler.

The hit and her subsequent shriek were more than welcome. She speeded up impaling herself on her husband's employee's finger. The ruler came down again, again she shrieked and more the audience laughed. The spectacle was served.

Evelyn blushed again remembering the situation. A woman dressed up like a porno doll, attached by a nose ring and being corrected by a teenager with a ruler for not fucking properly an offered finger in a public office. They made her cum. Digital cameras and videos on mobile phones immortalized the event. Different pics of her debasing herself would become the future screensavers for half the office.

Lily had stopped talking to her; she was directed by the ruler. The office loved it. She was taught the commandos to spread her legs, to suck (cunts or cocks) to squat down and piss in front of everyone with hurtful slaps on her reddening ass. The most horrible was, whatsoever, she couldn't stop cumming and cumming and everybody noticing it and commenting it.

Somebody suggested that the new pet was too loud and she got her gag. Nobody asked her how she felt, if she needed a rest, if she wanted them to stop. No. They gagged her and went on torturing and abusing her body and her mind.

Lily took her through the whole building making her perform with that hated ruler. She remembered how in the account department she was forced to climb on a table and dance while all the males fumbled under her skirt, how she was laid down on the same table and almost clinically observed while being molested till cumming. She felt the males were more interested in sex, the women meaner, more interested in cause discomfort or plainly hurt her. She got both, generously.

Lily than had brought her to the entrance. The guards' eyes menaced to pop out when they came out of the lift. She got embraced, French kissed and mauled by both of them, but the worst was when Killer, the trained German Sheppard, gained interest in her.

He stuck his cold snooze direct into her hot sex and started licking. When she tried to push it away Lily hit her ass, twice and hard. She gave up fighting the dog and when Lily pointing the floor indicated her to fell on her fours, she did as a bitch in heat. Killer liked it and went on licking and sniffling.

Lily made her crawl as fast as possible tugging painfully at her nose ring, but for Killer it was just a game to catch her. The guards applauded amused each time their dog licked this bitch's cunt and Killer liked applause.

For sure the dog would have fucked her if one of the guards would not have smacked and fondled Lily's firm bum. Lily didn't like it and towing her by her nose ring they took the lift again.

College

Amanda waited for the class to finish and joined her classmates before the next class started. Immediately the boys went crazy ogling her. Whistles and catcalls filled the classroom.

“Amanda” It was Morris calling her

“Hi, Morris” she answered and went over to him. On the way somebody patted her ass.

Normally she would turn around and slap the offenders face, she didn't. Her lack of reaction didn't pass unnoticed. Another hand tried luck, not slapping but feeling it up.

She blushed and increased her speed but did not fight back. Finally she reached Morris who cupped her cunt with one hand and holding her neck with the other one French kissed her for at least one minute.

The class cheered. After the kiss he took her hand and said:

”Amanda you look great, let me have a look at you, turn around” Slowly she did. “Come on Amanda, turn but with a little bit of spirit.” She tried to do it without making her skirt fly” The effort was vain. He wanted her skirt flying. She surrendered. The third span she did it like a ballet dancer and the whole class went mute. The seconds her spun lasts the whole classroom admired her denuded cunt, her bare ass and again her slit and her bum and her nether lips…

They were mesmerized.

The teacher for foreign languages entered the room just when her skirt fell down again. The class was silent and he asked his students to sit on their places. They rushed. Ron Sellers was to obey, instantly. Amanda's place was in the first row and she had to cross the whole classroom. This time there was no shyness in touching her. She felt hands on her bum, under her skirt, caressing her legs; one hand even managed to squeeze her love lips. Finally she reached her sit and totally embarrassed she sat down, only to realize her skirt was to short to hide her sex from the teacher's view.

Mr. Ron Sellers couldn't believe his eyes. Amanda Southampton, that's Amanda for sure, was not only dressed as a street hooker but permitting the whole class a free feel.

Ron was a man of excesses. 7 feet high and weighting next to 400 pounds he stands out among any group he chooses to be. But not only were his measures beyond normality.

His voice was, his tastes were and his personal live has been always non-standard.

He could make whimper barking Dobermans by just a stern look. He gets discounts wherever he buys and even the director was afraid of telling him do's and don'ts.

“Amanda” thundered his voice “to the blackboard”.

Amanda forgot the whole class was looking at her when she met Mr. Sellers' gaze. He looked at her as a wolf looks at a trapped lamb.

“Our cute Miss Southampton seems to feel like a little girl today” Ron started. ”so let us treat her like one”

“Mandy, on Friday I explained the Spanish verbs “ser” and “estar” could you please face you classmates and explain these verbs again.

“Both mean ‘to be' in English, but …” Amanda was unable to think. She wondered if on the dais she was showing her most private parts to the first rower. The way they looked she was quite sure.

“But ?” asked Ron.

“…but ‘ser' is for …. Unchangeable adjectives? She muttered unsure.

“Mandy” Ron used again that hated nick “when little girls are putted into an awkward position they take the hem of their skirts and chew on it”

A flush of deep humiliation brightened her cheeks. “But Mr Sellars…” she stammered

“Sellers” he corrected her and raising his voice he added “don't tell me what's right or not. It's you who wants to behave like a little girl and it's you who obviously don't know the answer.”

A deep silence filled the classroom.

“Chew on your skirt, Mandy” roared again his voice and Amanda Southampton deadly humiliated lifted her skirt in front of all her classmates and started chewing on it. The sight was overwhelming. Some boys came into their pants. There on the dais stood a grown up woman in high heeled sandals and white socks offering a full frontal view of her neatly shaven cunt. The red checks of her skirt faded in comparison with the redness of her face.

“How nice” commented Ron boldly running a finger through her slit “even your pussy is bald.” Without withdrawing his touchy finger he put another question on Amanda.

“Ok, your Spanish is not good, let's see if you listened to the Chinese lessons or if you need a reminding spanking.”

“Ni luo-ti-de de-shi-hou, Wo ai kan ni” Can you please translate. Of course Amanda was incapable. She was being publicly finger fucked with all her classmates witnessing it, she was close to orgasm, her teacher was molesting her; how on earth could she understand Chinese right now.

“Little Mandy has earned a spanking” sentenced Ron now massaging her wet cunt with his enormous hand and her bare ass with the other one

“Any volunteer?”.

To be continued…