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Chapter 9 - Humiliation Complete
Claire was wragged the next morning, her public orgasm had been far from her last and several times in the night the invaders sprang to life again and dragged her out of her sleep to yet another shattering orgasm. The lack of sleep had taken its toll and she couldn't concentrate enough to get herself ready, losing her keys and purse and eventually leaving late.
Acutely aware of Jarvis's description of the acid switch in her dildos she ran the last few yards to work, breathlessly staggering in through the door, hair over her face, far from that image of the perfect secretary she had on her first day. But seated at her normal desk was a woman that presented just that image of perfection: a well cut suit, brilliant white blouse - and an icy smile to match, and blonde hair which looked like something from a magazine.
"Oh ..." said the woman, looking at Claire with distain "the trainee I presume"
"Hello" said Claire, "my name's ..."
"I don't care what your name is girl" snapped the woman "Strip!"
Claire just gaped "Wha ...?"
"I won't repeat myself - do it!"
She had to assume that this was some new trick of Jarvis's - to disobey would mean the whip again and she couldn't risk that. Reluctantly she removed her clothes, only leaving the waist and crotch contraption which held her dildos in place. At that point Jarvis came in and started talking through his plans for the day with the woman, neither of them bothering to look at Claire who just stood there, naked. Eventually they finished their conversation and Jarvis looked up at Claire, his gaze taking in every part of her, then wordlessly he walked off. Claire felt wretched, he didn't react at all, just ignored her and left her to this woman.
"Right" said the woman "in case you hadn't realised I am Mr Jarvis's secretary, you are just a bit of entertainment for him, but he is now planning to generously share you with the rest of the company, starting today". Whilst talking the woman was removing the dildo belt. "Now put these on!"
She pointed to a pile of clothes and Claire was mildly surprised - they were much more "normal" than some of the things she had been expected to wear. The skirt was very short, but not indecent, and the white blouse very similar to the one the woman was wearing. There were no panties - but who would know. The bra was an extreme push up variety which was also a size or two too small, making her breasts balloon out over it. But apart from that Claire actually thought she looked rather good.
"Now lets look at you" said the woman. "Hm!" she said as she undid a couple of the buttons on the blouse and pulled the skirt up a little "quite the little office tart. There will be plenty of interest in you around the offices. Now one more thing" she said, bringing out a small tube of what looked like ointment of some kind.
"Stand with your legs apart and your hands on your head!"
Claire obeyed and suddenly the womans fingers, plastered in the ointment, were all over her pussy and ass, rubbing it right in and slipping a finger into her ass to make sure.
"Now here is the deal for today. You will run errands for me around all the offices here. The ointment is an extreme itching compound. The urge to scratch your pussy and ass will be unbearable. But you will have to do it in public - you are wearing a sensor which will set off alarms if you attempt to go into the toilets or leave the building. I think having a rather scantily clothed young woman who can't stop touching herself around the office will be wonderful entertainment for everyone don't you?"
As she finished the iching started. Claire wasn't going to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her touch herself right there and then so tried to ignore it.
"Oh don't worry, it has hardly started yet! Now, take these papers down to the IT department and when you have delivered them come back for more"
Quickly Claire left the room, eager to find somewhere where she could ease the building itch between her legs. But once out of Jarvis's office area she was in an open plan area and there was nowhere private to hide. Even worse, the arrival of a new face, especially one with a very short skirt and a blouse undone several buttons, was already attracting attention. She made her way between the tables with the files in one hand and with her free hand edging down towards her skirt - suddenly she grasped the files with both hands and walked faster. This attracted more interest from around the room but Claire kept her dignity and clutched the files tight - and at last reached the IT department.
"Wait there a moment - I have something for you to take back" said the man who seemed to be in charge "Won't be a sec."
As soon as his back was turned Claire's hand shot down to her pussy, lifting the skirt and rubbing frantically to try and ease the itching.
"Here we are" he said as he returned. Claire only just noticed in time and he gave her an odd look as she brushed her skirt back in to place. Had he seen? "Take these back to Mr Jarvis for me - and tell him I approve"
"Shall I tell him what you approve of?" asked Claire
"Oh ..." he said, looking her up and down slowly "he'll know I'm sure"
As she walked back through the main office the itching was building to unbearable levels. This time as she walked past a filing cabinet she risked slipping a hand down to her ass, she just had to get some relief.
"Ach-em" she heard a cough behind her. Claire glanced back. A man was right behind her, one of the senior people by the look of his suit. She felt herself reddening - to be seen touching her backside by a man old enough to be her father - the shame of it. But it had felt so good - the itching was getting worse - a little relief was worth the embarassment. She hurried off towards Jarvis's office, aware that he was watching her go.
"You took your time" said the woman "here you are here is the next lot - off to HR with these"
"The man in IT said to tell Mr Jarvis he approves"
"I'm sure he does girl" said the woman "Now get going"
This pattern continued for another five trips, but the itching was getting unbearable. Claire had gone from statching the occasional itch to rubbing herself even when there was a high risk of being seen. She couldn't concentrate and sometimes stumbled when walking, the only thing that mattered was relieving herself. She was getting hot and more and more flustered, forgetting which way to go and blindly pushing past desks, desperate to get two hands to her pussy and ass - she could think of nothing else.
Finally as she ran past a desk an outstretched foot got in her way and she fell hard. The combination of the unbearable itching and the dizzyness from the fall left her disorientated, not having a clear idea of where she was or what she was doing. The only thing that mattered was to stop the itching so involuntarily her hands shot to pussy and ass, fingers probing deep to give her that blessed relief. At last - bliss. Gradually the world came back into focus, as did the faces that now looked down at her - laid out like a slut, skirt pulled up fingers buried deep in her pussy and ass, rubbing herself for all to see.
There was silence in the office as she walked back through it - her humiliation complete - understanding for the first time that she was now owned by the whole office, not just Jarvis.
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