The New Hire (Katy Did, Part II)

(Part II in The Office Slut SagaPart I here!)

I knew better than to be late, and it was 7:43 when I walked in the building. I went through the revolving doors into the lobby and past the security desk, giving all the outward appearance of normalcy and confidence, but inside I was shaking.

Last night had convinced Amanda I was worth keeping on, but both as she left and in text messages this morning she had made it clear that I was not out of the woods when it came to keeping my job.

I took the elevator to the 29th floor, shuffling in with all the other passengers, and I became acutely aware again of my clothes, or rather my particular lack thereof. As Amanda had instructed in her curt, deliberate texts, I had dressed for the day in my normal professional attire, but with a single, glaring omission; beneath my long khaki jacket, below my pressed cornflower blouse, and above my smart combination of knee high boots and socks, I was wearing nothing at all.

I had gotten up early to trim and shave my intimate areas, to make myself, as she said, more presentable, rubbed myself down with coconut oil, and when I left the apartment the presence of the day’s unseasonably cool breeze was quite apparent indeed. It made my ride on the subway a fraught one, made me nervous as I descended the stairs to the platform, made me opt to stand even in the half empty car, made me nervous again as I climbed the stairs back to the street. It made me conscious, from the moment I awoke to her instructions, how entirely under her control I was.

I stepped off of the elevator alone, into the empty hallway, and I was surprised to see a note taped to the glass door to our offices:

Closed for the day, 8/27
Please hold all deliveries

I peered through into the dark reception area, confused, and I pulled on the door to find it locked.

My mind went in circles, puzzling over Amanda’s very clear instructions, and I finally decided to try my badge on the card reader, something I had never had to do before. It beeped, and I heard the lock open. I pulled on the door, surprised again by the stillness and quiet in the usually bustling office.

I tiptoed through the welcome area and down the hallway, listening for signs of the other women’s presence but it appeared I was alone. I took out my key and unlocked the door to Amanda’s office, last night’s events flashing for the hundredth time in my mind.

She had told me to lock myself inside and wait for her arrival. When I turned around and switched on the light I saw that her office was neat and tidy as always, but on the desk, backlit by the window, there was the conspicuous addition of the same pair of thick black cuffs that had bound my wrists last night, and a long, jet black dildo gag with a leather strap.

I jumped as the door to her adjoining private bathroom opened and I heard her voice. “You’re here. Good.” She stepped into the room wearing a stiff, professional black dress that still had her unique touch of glamour to it, with a scooped neckline and a little texture in the fabric, the hem hugging her at the perfect length around her thighs. Her hair was up in a bun and she was fastening a simple strand of pearls around her neck.

I stood there still but shifting my weight, able no more than to glance at her, unsure of what to do with myself and still nearly tasting her on my lips. She went around her desk and sat down, putting on her fashionable reading glasses and opening her day planner, not speaking for a few minutes as she flipped the pages and made a few notes.

“No, no,” she said, not looking up as she stopped me from beginning to ask her a question. “You’re not to speak.”

Another minute or so went by and she snapped her notebook shut and set it on the table, looking over her glasses at me.

“I trust you’ve come dressed as we discussed? Good. Open your coat.” I hesitated, but I reached for the belt and untied it, and I opened it wide to show her my cunt. “Good. Take it off, and take off your blouse as well. The boots you may leave on.”

She barely even looked at me as I stripped, but when I was done she stood up and indicated the things on her desk. “This is your uniform now, today and from now on. You will arrive promptly every working day wearing much what you wore this morning, you will come straight to my office, you will strip, and you will put on your uniform. Understood?”

I nodded and she handed me the cuffs. I gently put them on and she had me reach out and show her. She slipped a fingertip between my skin and the nylon, and then she grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards her, bending me over the desk. “No!” she said firmly, yanking the velcro and fastening them tighter. “Tight. Just for that, you’ll be punished.” She walked around to my side of the desk, ordering me not to move, and she landed three sharp, matter of fact smacks on my bottom before pressing herself against me and grabbing my outstretched wrists.

The fresh memory of her strapon inside me flooded my consciousness, and I winced reflexively as she pressed her breasts against my back. She pulled my wrists behind me and clipped the cuffs together, and then she pulled them back and stood me up again. She turned me around and reached past me for the gag, and before I knew it she had lifted it to my lips and pushed it into my mouth.

“This is to remind you that you’re here to be used, not heard.”

She turned me around again and buckled the strap behind my head, and my eyes welled as I squinted past the phallus sticking out of my face. I imagined being seen from one of the hundreds of windows in the neighboring buildings, imagined being seen by one of my colleagues in the office, imagined being seen by my boyfriend.

I stood there quivering, humiliated, and I realized she was waiting. I slowly turned myself back to face her.

“Good,” she said, and she looked into my eyes for a moment and then up and down my body before doing something deeply unexpected– she laughed at me. It was soft, no more than a chuckle, but it seeped through me and I knew I was pathetic.

“Now. Let’s talk about your work from here on out.” I hunched slightly, focusing on her as best I could, but my eyes flicked to the door and I saw that the light in the hallway had been switched on, and I heard soft murmurs and noise from the other side.

“Your tasks will vary but they will all center around the service and gratification of myself and of your former colleagues. You are to be of use every moment while you are here during the work day, and you will be punished if I catch you failing to do your best. This is your job now, and if you don’t rise to the task I will fire you. Do you understand?”

I saw the dildo wiggle as I nodded my head, and then my stomach lurched as someone knocked at the door.

Amanda kept her eyes fixed on me as mine darted to the bathroom door, hoping I could hide in there, and she shook her head as if reading my mind. “Just a minute!” she called, and then she put her hands on my elbows and steered me backwards into the corner by the window behind her desk.

She crossed the room and unlocked the door, and on the way back she picked my coat up off the ground. To my surprise she lifted her hand to my cheek and positioned my face before hanging it on the end of the dildo. “Chin up,” she said. “Eyes forward.”

She sat down at her desk and smoothed her dress before lifting her legs and putting her feet on her desk, and I could see the shine from the early morning light on her nude pantyhose as they ran all the way to her stylish black Casadei pumps. She leaned back in her chair, gave a last look over her shoulder at me, and said, “Come in!”

The door opened and it was Lizzie, the petite, young office secretary with big wire glasses and pale red hair, who did a double take as she saw me, and I winced as she stifled a laugh. She had mousy features and a sweet, even innocent, appearance, but inside I knew she was more wicked than she looked, and even more I knew I must have looked ridiculous.

“Good morning,” she said to Amanda, grinning wide but not acknowledging me as she set some memos and messages down on the desk. “Everyone is ready in the conference room.”

“Thank you Elizabeth,” Amanda said, and Lizzie turned around and went back for the door, but as she left she turned her head and fixed me with a knowing, unabashed expression that cut right to my core, and I wanted again to cry.

There was no surprise in her reaction, no astonishment, no shock. That single look told me that she knew everything, that she had been told, and that whatever covert, unspoken feud or competition there was between us was over. She was better than me. She had won. And soon she would be sliding her victorious crotch down the dildo that was stuck on my face.

There was something so final about the way that door closed, and about the way Lizzie’s ponytail swished as she disappeared, that I turned toward Amanda, bowed my head, and cried. Her coat fell to the floor and I heard my teardrops patter on top of it. She listened too, for a moment, and then she stood up and stepped towards me.

“There there,” she said, and she reached up and sweetly caressed my face. “There’s nothing to worry about now.” I looked up the black silicon phallus as she wiped my tears, and she looked gently into my eyes. “Now spread your legs.”

My eyes widened, begging her, pleading. She took a step back, putting her hands on her hips.

“Come on now. Look at my coat on the floor! How am I supposed to let you get away with that? Feet apart, come on.”

I opened them, and braced myself, and she landed a sharp kick against my cunt. I flinched and grunted, but in a strange way my stinging pussy felt a gratitude for her foot, and I wanted her to kick me again.

“There’s more where that came from,” she whispered in my ear as I bent forward, and I felt myself getting wet. She went back to her desk and reached down beneath it into her purse, and when she stood back up she was holding the collar from last night, with a long chain leash attached to it. She came back up to me and fixed it around my neck, and then she pulled me down to my knees and said, “Come on bitch. It’s time for a walk.”

My knees burned on the simple, patterned, industrial grade carpet as she led me down the hallway, my face burning too with humiliation, and I heard her open the door to the conference room and a hush fell over the women inside. She gave the leash a little tug, and I bowed my head as I crawled inside behind her.

I saw their boots, their clogs, their pumps, their flats, the casters of their matching office chairs, and I felt their eyes on my back as I was led to the end of the long brown table. Amanda pulled up on the leash and raised me back to my knees, and I watched them look me over silently, my heart pounding as I was displayed.

She pulled up again and I stood, and she led me up to the edge and gave me a firm smack on the bottom as I climbed on top. She let go of the leash and I crawled to the center, my eyes forward, fixed on her empty chair at the head. She went around behind it and rested her arm across the back of it, and she held up her head and addressed the room.

“Ladies,” she said, her eyes gazing across the ten of them before falling back on me. “I present to you… a slut.”

There was a murmur that encircled me, a few clicks of the tongue, and then Amanda turned her back to Lizzie, who unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it. She was wearing a beautiful, elegant black basque that clipped to her nude stockings, and she stepped up onto her chair and then onto the table, her heels snapping against the wood, and she bent down as Lizzie handed her her strapon.

“You’ll all remember,” she said as she stepped into the harness, pulled it up, and buckled the straps, “what I shared with you in yesterday’s presentation, and how disappointed I was about my assistant Katy’s behavior. And now, here she is. Ready to make things right.”

She stepped around my naked, quivering body, and as I watched her heels go by me I saw the rest of them looking up at her as she spoke.

“I’ve decided, since she’s displayed such remarkable talent as a dirty little slut, that it would be good for the office morale to keep her on, and I’m counting on all of you to make sure she’s put to good use.”

She got down on her knees behind me and I felt her blue silicone dick rest on top of my backside, cradled between my cheeks. She summoned Lizzie with a gesture and Lizzie handed her a bottle, and I heard the cap pop as she continued.

“She may have been useless, incompetent, and inept as my assistant, but I am confident she’ll be more than suited to her new role here.”

She picked up the end of the chain again and pulled my head back, and I breathed and dripped and drooled from my pussy, knowing what was coming next.

“She will be available to each of you at any time of the work day, so if you find that your spirits or your productivity would be improved by using her you are more than welcome to do so. This is what she’s for now, and she knows I won’t stand for any disobedience.”

A shock hit me as I felt a thick bead of cold, viscous lube drop between my cheeks, and I realized that she had no intention of fucking my pussy. She was going to fuck my ass right there in front of all of them, and I dropped my shoulder down on the table and did my best to prepare. I had never taken it in the ass before, not from my boyfriend and certainly not from anyone else I had ever been with, but I was apparently going to start today.

I looked back at her, my eyes wide, and I looked too up at Heather and Lauren, the two women sitting closest to my head, but they were watching Amanda. And then my eyes half closed as she spread my cheeks and I felt the tip of her cock press against my asshole.

I pursed my lips around the dildo gag, trying to breathe and to relax, and then she started pushing. I sensed Heather look down at my face as Amanda pressed, but I closed my eyes and did my best to take her as my hole began to spread. The tip of the head made its way in and I tightened around it, and Amanda waited until I relaxed and then she pushed inside me.

I groaned, the noise muffled by my gag, and I lifted my head up and looked blearily around as I adjusted to the feeling. She pumped inside of me a few times and I squeaked with each thrust, and then she sighed, leaned back, and spoke again.

“Lizzie, would you join us on the table please?”

What? Already? No! Please not Lizzie, please not in front of all of them! But there was nothing I could do. Amanda stopped fucking me and she pulled my head up to look at her.

Lizzie set down her things and smoothed her turtleneck sweater before stepping out of her clogs and bending down to pull her panties off under her long linen skirt, and then she climbed up onto the table and sat down in front of me with her legs spread.

“Sit back, please, and present yourself to her.”

Lizzie lifted her skirt and I looked down from her eyes to the flushed, swollen red of her bare pussy between her pale thighs, and I sighed again as she rubbed between her folds and proudly brought up a glistening hand.

I knew, as she wiped her wetness on my forehead, how much she was going to enjoy what she was about to do. She looked down into my eyes, snickered at me quietly, and then she scooted forward and pushed the dildo inside of her.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, her jaw half open, and she inched her vagina towards my face.

“Come on, slave,” Amanda said. “I want to see your nose touching her crotch.” She pushed inside my ass, leaning me forward, and Lizzie’s pussy slid down the dildo, all the way down until I could see nothing but the inside of her thighs, and I felt her mons nestle against my nose.

“Good girl,” Amanda said, and she pumped once inside me again. She paused for a moment, letting the moment settle, and then I felt her start to fuck me, her thrusts pushing the dildo in and out of Lizzie, as she continued.

“Now some of you might think this is a punishment for poor, little Katy here, that I’m being punitive by making her into the office fuckslave. But no. If anything she’s lucky and I’m keeping her on out of generosity and recognition of her true nature.” She pumped hard inside me, and then slowed down again.

“No, the punishment is much worse than making her serve and service and worship us for the rest of her time with this company. That’s her reward.” She started pounding her strapon into my ass, and she spoke loudly at the back of my head over my moans.

“Her punishment is that from 8 to 5 every Monday through Friday she’s gonna get fucked, ridden, trampled, spanked, and smothered, and her stupid little pussy isn’t going to get to cum.” I let out a whine, my useless pussy aching with want, and Lizzie started bucking her hips into my face. “But she’s gonna watch. She’s gonna watch while all of us have powerful, vivid, earth-shattering orgasms right in front of her, and she’ll beg us for more.” I groaned again, my lips sputtering around the gag, and I knelt there getting assfucked for a moment, my face getting fucked by Lizzie’s pussy, and I felt the other ladies watching me.

“This is what happens,” Amanda continued, her voice lowering into a firm, clear growl, “when dirty little sluts fuck around in my office. I’m gonna fuck your ass until she cums, so you had better get busy. Move that neck!”

I started thrusting my head, hearing the sounds of Lizzie’s wet pussy slurping around the dildo, along with the sounds of Amanda fucking my ass behind me, and she let out a cry of ecstasy and reached one of her hands up underneath her sweater to massage her breasts.

She let her leg flatten out on the table and from the corner of my eye I could see the other women looking down at me, and then all at once I stiffened and then went limp. I felt my breasts sliding on the conference table as they fucked me from top to bottom, and I felt my empty pussy drool.

When Lizzie finally came she grabbed the back of my head and I looked up at her face, and as I watched her orgasm I knew that this was it. This would be the way of things. This was how she would see me from here on out. Not as a rival, not as a competitor, not as an equal. I was a fucktoy, and she would use me whenever she wanted.

She panted and sighed, and Amanda stopped fucking me, and then as things died down Amanda spoke again.

“Very good, thank you Elizabeth.”

She pulled back on my hips and Lizzie pulled the dildo out of her, brushed a stray hair from her forehead, and climbed down off of the table. Amanda gave one last slow, deep thrust until she was fully in my ass, and then she said, “Katy here will be making the rounds today, and by the end of the day I want a report from each of you on her performance. Any sign of disobedience I want reported to me at once.”

She gave my ass one last smack and slowly pulled out, and she let me collapse onto the table. My legs felt like jelly and all I could do was shake on the cool wood finish. My pussy ached and my body was weak, and I could still feel the eyes of my former coworkers on my naked flesh. I felt Amanda’s fingers in the strap behind my head, and she stood me up, led me down off of the table, and walked me to the door.

“Thank you, ladies,” she said. “That will be all.”

I expected her to march me back to her office, but she stopped me in the doorway, pushed me out into the hallway, and added, “Please kick our new slut in the cunt on your way out, to welcome and congratulate her on her new role.”


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