Office Politics – Part Four

 

Mei looked at her reflection in the full length mirror.  She wore what looked like a classic maid’s outfit, except that the fabric was made of black leather.  The blouse was so tight fitting that her nipples and tiny breasts bulged out.  The skirt likewise dug into her thighs and almost came up to her crotch; walking in it was very difficult.  The outfit squeaked whenever she moved and was terribly hot.  The Chinese girl fiddled with the fishnet tights attached to the skirt, wobbling a little on her high heels.  She put on her frilly maid’s cap.  Finally she stuck a ball gag in her mouth and, after some time, managed to strap it tight behind her head.  Her preparations complete, she descended the stairs.  She stood up straight in the hall, hands by her side, head up.  There she would wait motionless for half an hour until six o’clock, when the men returned.  Those were her orders.

Mei was not a clever girl and not very reflective.  The last weeks had also thrown her mind completely.  She still wondered, though, what on earth had happened to them all.  Most particularly the fate of her sister.  Lao had vanished completely two weeks ago, the time their imprisonment became more regimented and Mei was first ordered to become a made.  But what was happening to the rest of them too?  They were not even locked up every day.  The men left them alone in the house and it would be so easy to break free.  Yet they didn’t.  It wasn’t even the blackmail holding them any more.  Whatever prison was like, it would surely be better than this life of unrelenting misery.  Still they stayed.  Because Peter and David had told them to stay.  The men were exerting total dominance over them and it seemed to harden even further every day.  Their power showed in the small details as much as anything.  When instructed to bend over, each woman would do so without hesitation.  Whatever was awaiting her.  There were no more pleas for mercy anymore, no more struggles – though still plenty of tears afterwards.  And Mei stood in the all from 5.30 every afternoon.  The men had never arrived earlier than six.  Yet she had never arrived in the hall a minute later than the instructed time.

Mei knew she was a young and timid girl.  The way she used to submit to Kirti and Rhianna, hating every second of their attentions, showed how little will she had.  What truly astonished her was the transformation of her former tormentors.  She may have feared and loathed the pair but she couldn’t help admiring them too.  They were strong and wilful – and they had fought Peter and David all the way.  Now they were submitting to even deeper humiliations than she was.  She had to clean the house, cook for the men, wash up afterwards, buff their shoes, iron their clothes, hover by their side all evening to fetch them drinks and snacks.  It was demanding work but bearable enough and on a very good night she would suffer little else.  But what Rhianna and Kirti, especially, were being put through…

The men entered noisily.  Mei took off their coats and hung them up, making sure to keep her eyes downcast throughout.  When she bent down to unlace their shoes, Peter pointed out a piece of dirt sticking to one of his.  The shoes would be polished properly in time.  For now, though, Mei had to prostrate herself before him and lick the dirt off.  She rubbed the leather vigorously with her tongue and swallowed the gritty substance.  At least it was only ordinary dirt this time.  Once David had walked through dog shit, almost certainly deliberately.  Mei had to lick that off his sole too.  Her task done, she got up, bent over and gripped her knees.  David picked up the paddle always kept beside the door.  He rolled up her skirt – she never wore panties now – and gave her five hard, rapid strokes across her cheeks.  She always had to submit to five to welcome them home.  She gritted her teeth and screwed up her eyes, a few tears trickling out.  Her skin was permanently tender now.  It was especially bad now after a thorough beating the previous evening.  The burning started again and each blow felt like it was landing straight on the bone.  But she knew there would only be five.  She could handle it now, just.  She straightened up again and mumbled her thanks to David.  Sniffing her tears back, she went to finish cooking dinner.  Half an hour later it was ready, the men were changed and relaxed and the evening began.

Dinner was quite complicated.  The men ate formally at the table.  Mei laid their places, served them and stood by their chairs throughout.  She was only allowed to eat much later in the kitchen and had a quarter of what they did.  Rhianna was instructed to eat on the floor – but she always got double helpings.  When dinner was ready, Peter bawled out “Blob!” A minute later the black woman appeared.  She was always completely naked, allowing a full scrutiny of her figure.  Mei knew that she was not only given gargantuan breakfasts and dinners, she was handed a lot of chocolate bars every day and ordered to eat them.  The changes brought over the three weeks were impressive.  Fat before, Rhianna had almost doubled in size.  Her stomach was a great globule hanging over her genitals.  Mounds of extra flesh wobbled on her arms and legs.  Her ass was immense, her face almost circular and she had almost three chins.

Furthermore, her head had been shaved completely bald.  All the captives had, seemingly because their excrement-soaked hair had started to reek and the men couldn’t be bothered washing them.  But while Mei was usually allowed to wear a long black wig, Rhianna’s scalp was kept smooth.  It completed the picture of a hideous young woman.  She was panting slightly, out of breath from the effort of descending one flight of stairs.  Dropping with relief beside the table, she devoured the glutinous offering put in front of her.  As Mei waited ravenously, running back and forth to obey the men’s commands, she almost envied the black woman.  Not quite though – no amount of comfort could compensate for the way Rhianna looked now.  Mei also wondered why the men took such obvious amount in the woman’s expanding form.  It gave them an excuse to taunt her – ‘Blob’ was by no means the worst word used – but they would have done that anyway.  By now Mei was ready to believe the worst possible reason for them fattening Rhianna up.

“Fetch the Dog,” Peter ordered when he had finished eating.  They were only ever addressed by their nick-names now.  Mei was Maid, Rhianna Blob and Kirti the Dog.  Mei picked up a collar and leash and went into the garage.  A long cage stood in one corner.  Inside Kirti was stretched out on some filthy straw.  Not asleep, simply waited patiently.  She had to spend all day and night in the cage, only let out during the evenings.  It was not high enough to stand u in, but then Kirti wasn’t allowed to stand up anymore at any time.  Though shaved of her own hair like the rest of them, Kirti hadn’t stayed bald.  A strong glue had been smeared across her body.  A mass of long, dark brown hair was attached to it.  The pelt didn’t make her look like a dog – Mei suspected the hair wasn’t even canine – but she certainly no longer appeared human.  Mei unlocked the cage and fixed the collar around Kirti’s neck.  She tried to avoid looking at the Indian woman as she did.  She may have loathed her former boss but it was disturbing to see the stillness of her body, the deadness in her eyes.  Mei walked back into the house and Kirti trotted behind her on hands and knees.

“Beg.”  Kirti sat up on her haunches in front of David.  She hung her hands by her breasts, stuck her tongue out and panted loudly.  It was a ritual they always enacted.

“Lie down!” David ordered.  Kirti instantly dropped to the floor, cringing by his feet.  “Now speak!”  She gave a sharp imitation of a bark.  She had got it quite accurate by now.  She never actually spoke any more, not in a human tongue.  It was another thing they had forbidden her; in fact, the other two captives were rarely allowed to speak either.

“Good girl,” David beamed, patting the matted lump on top of her head.  He put her dinner on the kitchen floor; dog food in a dog bowl.  Mei remembered hearing once that Kirti was a vegetarian.  But she stuck her face in the bowl and began gobbling up the lumps of meat and jelly as quickly as she could.  Mei didn’t know how she could manage it.  The buckets of excrement had almost looked more appetising.  Kirti, though, always emptied the bowl and even licked it clean when she was encouraged to.  After she drank from a bowl of water beside the food, the men took her outside into the garden.

It was winter, so already dark; and the fence surrounding the garden was very high.  The neighbours could not see in.  Almost a shame as they would have gotten quite a spectacle.  Kirti was only allowed to go to the toilet once a day and that was out in the freezing night air.  She squatted down in the flowerbeds.  Afterwards she was made to bury her droppings with her hands.  That business concluded, the men played with her for a little while.  They took her off her leash, threw sticks and balls to the end of the lawn.  Kirti had to bound after them on her hands and knees, pick them up with her mouth.  Then she brought them back to the men, squatting back on her haunches and panting eagerly.  The ball was thrown again and off Kirti would go once more.  The game might continue for some time.  finally Kirti was ordered to simply run around the garden barking at the top of her voice.  When called to heel, her hands and knees were caked with mud and the fur glued to her legs matted.  Mei was sometimes let into the garden to watch her.  Kirti obeyed every command instantly.  When she sat up for the men, her face was bright and eager.  On the surface it looked as if she was actually enjoying playing her demeaning role.  But Mei was sure she couldn’t be.  If the men were anybody else, then just maybe.  But not Peter and David, the two that she detested.  Kirti had simply been beaten and subjugated so thoroughly that she could no longer contemplate anything except obedience.  Like all of them.

Later in the evening she had to lie rolled up on the floor of the living room.  Once in a while one of the men might toss her a dog biscuit.  Mei remained standing, carrying out her captors’ every wish.  Rhianna’s job was to act as a coffee table.  She crouched on her knees and elbows in front of the sofa, arms and legs bound together and a gag in her mouth.  Peter and David would slump on the sofa for a while to watch television, their feet on her back.  Their drinks and ashtray were also rested on the broad expanse; though the tray was not always used.  At least once a night, one of them would stub their cigarette out directly on her skin.  Rhianna would moan deep in her throat as the burning rod was ground in.  Her breathing quickened and her body shook with pain.  Sometimes she trembled so much that she upset a drink; which led, of course, to a punishment.  This was happening less often, however.  As the circular burn marks multiplied on her chocolate skin, her resistance seemed to be increasing.  Now she barely moved as her tormentor finished grinding out the butt and threw it into the ashtray.  And she stayed in that position all evening.

Nonetheless she, like the other two, usually did something wrong over the hours.  Rhianna might sneeze and spill a drink, Kirti might fail to beg properly, Mei might carry out a command unsatisfactorily.  The consequences were quick to arrive.  Mei had avoided them for the past two nights.  Three in a row would be unprecedented.  Sure enough, when fetching David’s fourth vodka of the night she forgot the ice.  She was ordered to bend over and hold her ankles.  Peter rolled up her leather skirt while David fetched the cane.  Six brutal strokes landed across her cheeks.  Her ass was still tender from earlier – of course, her ass was always tender now – and each blow made tears gush from her eyes and down her cheeks.  The final one was the worst.  Expert marksman that he was David landed five parallel strokes in a perfect parallel pattern and the sixth as a diagonal across the rising weals.  Mei squealed in agony as the fire seared through her body.  But then she collected her senses and remembered to thank him, so avoiding the two extra strokes.  Sniffling to herself, she straightened up, rolled her skirt back down and silently vowed to be perfect in the future.  Later on, Kirti forgot who she was and caught a dog biscuit in her hands instead of her mouth.  She had to roll onto her back and stick her ass in the air while Peter stood over her with the cane.  Each stroke was accompanied by a bark of thanks.

These were only the on-the-spot fines.  At the end of each evening, the men decided who had been the most unsatisfactory throughout and accorded them a grand punishment.  Mei had no idea how they judged this.  She suspected the decision was entirely arbitrary and could only be glad she had not been chosen the past three nights.  The style of punishment depended on the victim.  Mei was always tied back to the whipping stool.  With Kirti and Rhianna hung upside down to watch, she was subjected to another devastating cascade of blows.  Again Peter and David took a cane each and beat her without pause or mercy.  The canes rained down on the scarlet skin of her cheeks, overlapping the barely-healed weals from past beatings and the fresh new marks of the current session.  Eventually the red lines on her slender orbs were too numerous to count.  Mei found that the only way to cope was to surrender to the agony.  She screamed and struggled for the first few strokes while she was still trying to adjust.  But afterwards she lay still, accepting the pain as an intrinsic part of her body.

She slipped into a sort of trance, heedless of almost everything except the smothering red glow.  Dimly she registered the loud crack of willow hitting her skin, but nothing else.  Her eyes were wide and glazed as she lay in this condition, her mouth hung open slackly and she emitted a low, continuous moan.  The men didn’t seem to mind her lack of response.  They knew they were hurting her, even if that was only felt on an unconscious level, and that was enough.  Besides, they could still occasionally shake her out of her trance.  It might be a blow to her exposed pussy lips which did the trip or it might be an especially hard stoke across her cheeks.  The fire would suddenly flare up inside her again.  Her body would stiffen, her head would snap back and she would give a deafening scream.  A few seconds later she would flop back down again.

Rhianna, though, hand been singled out the past two nights.  She was always given the electrodes.  The men had discovered a variation in this punishment.  The generator was initially only switched on at a low current.  This was then gradually increased.  Slowly its effect began to show on the black woman.  Her eyes opened wide and she started to give a low, staccato moan, as if she was being jolted up and down.  Her body, again hanging from the stirrups, stiffened.  Then it began to tremble.  Gently at first, but the movements grew more violent as the current increased.  Her arms flailed through the air, fingers waggling.  She nodded her hair up and down with mad force.  The tremors spread to every part of her body.  She shook in her stirrups, knocked her knees and ankles together, shrugged her shoulders, twisted her pelvis back and forth.  Her eyes looked insane, piercing circles which stared furiously at nothing.  Spittle shot from between her thick lips and her broken moans became almost deafening.  Still the current increased.  Rhianna’s mad dance grew more animated each time the dial was turned.  She became a malfunctioning toy, a puppet whose strings were hopelessly tangled.  And as her body juddered, every piece of fat moved rhythmically.  Her pendular breasts swung.  The great rolls of flab on her legs and arms bobbled.  Her huge buttocks jiggled; even the fat encasing her neck and face danced with the electricity.  The effect was hypnotic and Mei wondered if the men had been fattening Rhianna up solely to achieve it.  The current reached full strength and was kept there for about five seconds.  Rhianna’s bouncing and flailing reached a crescendo.  If seemed as if she was about to be shaken apart completely.  Then the generator was switched off.

She sagged back down, though only slowly relaxed.  She still twitched a great deal at first; as Mei knew only too well, it took time to recover.  When Rhianna was almost at peace again, the generator was turned on a second time.  This time it was jammed straight to full power.  The black woman’s body would suddenly convulse backwards.  Her breasts swung violently through the air, snapping the electrodes off.  With a single, bestial grunt, she was knocked to the edges of unconsciousness.  Her flab rippled again as she began the long road to recovery from the jolt.  She only received two charges of electricity in an evening but Mei noticed that it was taking its toll.  A nerve in Rhianna’s right cheek twitch constantly.  More recently, her left eyelid had started flickering involuntarily too.  Sometimes, without warning, her whole body would spasm.  On unfortunate occasions, this would happen when she was acting as a coffee table and she would spill the men’s drinks.  Of course, this increased the likelihood that later the electrodes would be fastened again.

Tonight, though, Kirti had been singled out.  Her punishment always took place in the bathroom.  She and Mei were given a pill each.  The first time, Mei had wondered what they were.  She soon found out as a great pressure started building inside her.  Her urge to use the toilet was soon overwhelming.  But she was instructed to wait.  Kirti was lain back with her head over the toilet bowl.  One by one, Peter and David unzipped themselves and urinated in her mouth.  In fact they virtually urinated straight down her throat, so powerful were the streams from their stiff cocks.  And the once-proud department head drank the piss of her hated rivals without protest.  She sometimes coughed or retched a little as the refreshment burnt her throat.  Her eyes were screwed up in disgust at the taste of it.  However, she obediently kept her mouth open, swallowed everything down and never said a word.  Mei guessed that Kirti, at least, was singled out for special punishment before the evenings even started.  If it was her turn, neither man seemed to go to the toilet in the normal fashion.  Consequently, their streams were especially long and violent.  Occasionally one of the men would need to defecate too.  If so, Kirti had to swallow that as well.  She had to take each brown lump in her mouth, chew it up and swallow it down.

But it was usually Mei who supplied these sort of goods.  By the time the men had finished pissing into Kirti, the enema was having full effect.  Mei’s bowels were fully loosened and the pressure was becoming unbearable.  Fortunately, she at least did not have to suffer for long.  She was ordered to lower her skirt and knickers and crouch over Kirti’s open maw.  And she never hesitated.  She no longer resented her former boss, but that was because all feelings between the women had become irrelevant.  They each did what they were told – it was as simple as that.  Besides, the urge couldn’t be fought any longer.  Instantly she released a great surge of watery faces.  As she did, she was aware of a gulping sound beneath her.  Kirti rapidly swallowing down the shit.  The surge was so torrential and so strong, Mei wondered how the Indian woman managed to consume it all.  But she always did.  Sometimes there was a brief retching noise too, as if some of the faeces was threatening to back up.  Kirti, though, would fight it back down.  The torrent finally slowed to a trickle and that to a few drops.  When Mei squeezed the last of them out and was ordered to step away, she could look down at her receptacle.  Kirti was still crouched back over the toilet.  Her eyes were open again and a little glazed.  Some shit had splattered onto the fur glued around her lips.  It was hard to believe that so much had just flowed into that open mouth; and harder to accept that pathetic creature had once been a haughty Indian woman.

That was usually the end of the evening for Kirti.  Since transforming her into a dog, the men rarely relieved themselves inside her.  Mei and Rhianna bore the brunt instead; most particularly Rhianna.  Strangely enough, the more obese and hideous the black woman became, the more she was chosen to be fucked.  The men seemed almost obsessed with her.  Perhaps because much of those thick mounds of fat had come forth at their bidding.  All the women had become creatures of Peter and David, to be used as they saw fit.  But Rhianna was turning into their creation.  It was almost as if everything she was before had been wiped clean and they built her from nothing.

She was selected again tonight.  She crouched down with some difficulty on the bedroom floor and waited passively.  While she took David’s cock between her thick lips, Peter pushed his between her broad cheeks and into her ass hole.  Mei knew how much it would be hurting her.  Her own ass was still sore from the night before, when she was used in a similarly crude fashion.  The first time had been the worst – her virginity taken from her with harsh, unrelenting strokes.  But it barely got better.  Peter and David were both impatient and cruel in getting their pleasure.  And the rods they used were long and thick.  Mei once heard Rhianna claim that all men who abused women had tiny cocks.  She watched as the black lesbian learnt this to be false.  Rhianna had to endure them inside her for almost five minutes, one stuck deep down her throat, the other thrusting vigorously in and out of her rectum.  Finally David came in her mouth.  A short while later, Peter released his load deep inside her.  They pushed her to the ground and stood over her, laughing and insulting her as they fastened themselves up.  Rhianna lay motionless beneath her, lips glistening with semen, face slack, a fat, conquered lump.

And finally the evening was over.  They were sent to get what comfort and sleep they could from the remainder of the night.  Kirti, still tasting the excrement in her mouth, was locked back in her tiny dog cage.  Rhianna, twitching and quivering, was sent to her room.  Mei, her ass arching, was shut in the attic.  And as she lay cocooned in misery in the darkness, she thought again of the girl who had lain beside her at the start of this torment.  What had happened to her sister?