Lizzie's Deposition

Author's Notes:

Thank you to kenjisato and rainmaker for editing

All characters are at least 18 years old even if not stated.

---Chapter 03: Supplementary Accessories---

I got out of the shower after performing my morning routine and dressed myself in a blouse and a pair of jeans, similar to what I wore to the drug store the day before.

Despite it being Sunday morning I had calls with a couple of clients before I began the next part of my trial plan when I looked over at the time, 11:00 AM. That asshole said he was going to come back to my house to take me to 'revamp' my wardrobe. Whatever the fuck that meant.

The way I behaved the day before was nothing short of pitiful, the way all it took for me to bend was getting teased, chasing the relief of an orgasm like a tart. I knew he would be there in an hour, so I had an hour to steel myself so that I didn't falter so easily like the previous day.

Suddenly, my front door swung open, and I heard Jared's voice calling for me from downstairs.

I'm assuming Priya made Jared a copy of my key I thought to myself.

"Get down here now Lizzie!" his voice echoed thunderously through my halls.

His parents must've grounded him or something for him to be this mad this early I joked to myself.

I went downstairs to see Jared with his phone already out, and a no-nonsense expression across his face.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be here until noon, sir." I commented with a hint of sarcasm.

He stared at me unfazed.

"In position." he barked.

Wow, he really wasn't having a good morning I thought to myself.

I slowly got down on my knees, locked my hands behind my head, and thrust my chest out. I was glad I was clothed this time, the position was still humiliating, but at least my tits weren't freely hanging while being thrust forward.

"What did you get up to after I left yesterday?"

I furrowed a brow in confusion.

"I caught up on calls with clients and then finished a section of my trial strategy for Wade Industries v MagnaCorp, sir."

He stared at me so intensely it made me uneasy, which was saying a lot considering the debasement and violation that Jared had given me over the past couple days.

He took his phone and showed me a video. I expected it to be a video from LizzieUdders.com, already cringing from the expectation of a new video of my debauching on a website that was being used to blackmail me, along with the end of my career.

Instead, it looked like a video feed, almost like CCTV except much higher quality. As I kept watching I realised that it was a video feed, it was me in the shower last night!

He turned the volume up and you could hear over the sound of water hitting the tub, my wanton moans roaring through my washroom.

Fuck I completely forgot Jared had installed cameras all over my house, I should've known that the washroom would be the first place that pervert chose to install them.

"Sir, you and Priya edged me along all day! I was desperate to cum, you need to-"

"Quiet! Do not speak unless spoken to."

His 'quiet' boomed through my house.

I kept position, nervous about whether he would expose me or not. My heart was racing, it wasn't even noon and I had put myself onto thin ice.

"Let's get one thing right, I don't need to do anything. I'm in charge of you. Understood?"

His voice had drastically become tranquil, something that had me wondering if it was a warning for trouble to come.

"Yes sir."

He let out a heavy sigh before continuing.

"Lizzie, did you not remember me telling you that your rules apply to you whether me or Priya are present?"

I knew, I just didn't care. As much as I would've loved to say it, I needed to diffuse.

"Yes sir, I remember... I was just... I was just so desperate."

I spoke softly, trying to appeal to any sympathy I could garner. But my hopes were low, and the past couple days made it justifiably so.

"You think you're better than everyone, and can't even follow three simple rules. What am I going to do with you?"

Kneeling there in position, all I could do was wait with a beating heart to see whether or not my reputation and career were over.

"You'll be punished. But not right now." he told me.

I let out a sigh of relief, yes I was going to be punished. I was already getting sordid flashbacks to the pain I felt on my ass from my spanking yesterday, making me shiver in place.

"For now, we're going to the mall, and we're going to do away with that drab wardrobe of yours, it lacks diversity and is pathetically plain."

He wasn't completely wrong. Nearly my entire wardrobe was pantsuits. The blouses were specifically tailored for my large bust, or else they would be literally bursting at the seams. The pants I could get away with, but they still strained against my ass. I owned a few swimsuits, one piece, of course, for days of lounging by the pool. For footwear, heels, no more than two inches for the office. Sneakers for yoga and Pilates.

I knew better, but I decided to defend my beloved wardrobe.

"My wardrobe is magisterial and exudes professionalism. It gives the valuable first

impression that I am not to be trifled with sir," I declared.

"We both know you are anything but. Besides, with a body like yours, it is a crime for

you not to show it off for the guys at the firm."

I was revolted by the comment. The men at the firm were all either wretchedly old perverts who never hid their gaze, or young cocky associates that had just come straight from law school and had over inflated egos.

"That's what I'm going for. I need to be taken seriously and prancing around like a

harlot would do the opposite. Every single one of those pantsuits costs thousands, and hundreds more to tailor specifically to me sir." I cried out in response.

"You make a lot of money, you can afford to lose a few thousands. Now let's go, I'm

driving."

I remained planted. I had many other better things to do than to play dress up with my high school intern on a Sunday.

Jared grabbed my car keys before opening my front door and was about to leave when he turned around to see me planted, kneeling in position.

"Must I remind you Lizzie, you're already on thin ice. If you want exposure on top of your punishment tonight, I will gladly oblige you."

With that I forced myself up, and followed him to my car.

I walked around and sat in the passenger seat of my own car. I wasn't even sure he had a licence. Even if he didn't, it wasn't like I could stop him anyways. He got behind the wheel and we sped off. Before we had even reached the main road, he had pulled his cock out of his pants.

"You know what to do."

I sighed before leaning over and putting his cock in my mouth. Once again, it was impossible to fit all of it in my mouth, but at least this time, he would be too busy driving to keep my head down and forcing his load into my mouth. I really did not want it anywhere in my car but I was absolutely not getting it anywhere on or in me again.

Or, so I thought. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he took the other and pushed my head down on his cock and forced it to the back of my throat. My car was then filled with the sounds of me gagging. When he finally let up, I spat his cock out, and screamed at him.

"Can you stop doing that, for fuck's sake, sir," I cried out.

He laughed at me, while stroking his cock.

"I don't know why you're acting like you don't love it. You were so sexed up last night that you broke your rules, and now you're here yelling at your master, not so smart now is it Lizzie?"

I glared at him before letting out a sigh.

"No, it isn't smart sir."

"Smart answer Lizzie. Now, get back to work."

I went back down and re-attempted trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. Once again, it was an excruciating task. I filled the car with the sounds of slurping and sucking for what felt like forever when I felt his dick pulsate. I lifted my head and planned to aim his load towards the driver's-side door and I could get it cleaned later, but he had other plans. He lifted my head slightly off his cock,

"Keep your head right there, Lizzie," he ordered.

I did as I was told. He began stroking his cock rapidly and before I knew it he shot his load on my face. Some got into my hair, but the majority of it ended up around my lips. I was seething with anger.

"What the actual fuck, you asshole!"

"Oh, there she goes breaking her rules again." he said calmly.

Why was he so calm? I thought to myself. Just the anxiety and thoughts of what he could possibly be planning to be were demoralising to me.

"I'm sorry, sir." I spat out. "Please forgive me sir."

Deep down I knew he was right, why did I talk back. I shouldn't forget to call him sir.

Wait no... No! I thought to myself. I didn't make it to the top by being some agreeable and submissive pushover. I may have slipped up, but I was still very much in this. This slip-up meant I still had fight in me. I went to wipe his drying cum from my face, but I was quickly stopped.

"Keep my cum on your face. Then sit back up and undo the top four buttons of your blouse." he ordered.

I reluctantly did so, in fear of exposure and punishment. The first two buttons were already enough for ample cleavage, four made it so that my tits were practically falling out.

We pulled up to a railway crossing, with the gates down and lights flashing; a train was coming, so we would be stuck there for a bit. Next to us, was a car with an elderly man in the driver's seat and, who I presumed to be, his wife in the passenger seat.

"Give him a show," Jared ordered, lowering my window.

I didn't even know what that meant, but I knew defying him wasn't on the table. I looked over at the man. When he looked back at me, I thought his eyes were about to burst out of his head, I crossed my arms below my tits, propping them up.

I bounced in my seat, causing my voluptuous breasts to bounce as well. I saw the disgust in his wife's face as she hit him with her tiny purse, but he continued staring at me unfazed. A beautiful woman, probably a quarter of his age, showing off her tits to him at a random train stop-- he was locked in on me.

"Take your bra off then keep going," Jared ordered.

I hesitated, but knew where defiance would get me. I reached behind, underneath my blouse, and undid my bra, releasing my heavy tits. It made it so that my tits were literally bursting out my blouse. Once they were out, I began bouncing them again. Using my elbows to keep my tits up, I began pinching my nipples and tugging up on them. I brought them up to my mouth and began sucking on my nipples, eyes locked on the elderly gentleman.

"Clean yourself up," Jared ordered.

It was already embarrassing enough playing with my tits for a man who could be my grandfather, but that... I couldn't... But I had no choice.

I kept my breasts up with one arm while the other scraped all of Jared's dried cum off my face and stuck my tongue out. I slowly brought the dried loads onto my tongue, chunk by chunk. I cringed each time a chunk and my tongue made contact. Fuck this was debasing. Once I got it all, I swallowed before sticking my tongue back out to show I swallowed. His window then rolled down but he was too in awe of me to say anything. Instead it was his wife that spoke up.

"Get some self-respect, you slut!" she screamed.

Jared began laughing, his next command was the worst by far.

"Get yourself off, one hand down on your roast beef pussy, the other on your tits."

My jaw dropped agape. Ignoring yet another degrading comment about the shape of my vagina, I looked over at Jared, pleading with my eyes for mercy. As expected, I did not receive it.

I looked back over, mashing my tits together with one hand while the other crept down between my legs underneath my panties. To my horror, I felt that I was soaking wet. I prayed that Jared wouldn't find out how humiliating myself was turning me on, then I began rubbing.

The gasp I let out, along with the flush on my face, immediately gave away to the elderly couple what was going on. The man's eyes never left my breasts once this started, while the woman began smacking him harder with her bag, looking like she was about to raise hell in their car.

I couldn't believe I was debasing myself publicly like this. But, fuck, it felt so good... I couldn't believe how horny I was-- it was unlike any experience I felt before. I easily built myself up, and I was nearing a climax.

I kept the same rhythm, but picked up the pace a little bit, while moans began to slip my mouth. Meanwhile, my other hand was mashing my tits together, squeezing my nipples between my fingers and squeezing them roughly yet gently at the same time.

"Remember the third rule." Jared's voice brought me out of my sexual high.

"Sir, may I please cum?" I asked, eyes still locked on the couple in the car next to us.

I didn't care how embarrassing it was, I was in heat right then.

"No, you may not," he replied.

I so badly wanted to ignore him and finish myself off, but I knew I could not afford to protest or be disobedient in any way that day.

Jared grabbed my hand and yanked it out of my panties. He redirected my fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

"Clean your fingers."

I wrapped my lips around my own fingers and cleaned them slowly, then sucking on them.

After he removed my fingers from my mouth, I asked him softly.

"Please sir, may I cum...?"

The feeling of being on the edge was a torture I was quickly becoming used to, much to my dismay.

He looked over at me with a stern gaze before replying.

"If you bring your hand back down between your legs without permission, I will send a link to your site to everyone at my school, and the firm." he threatened.

"Understood, sir."

I had no choice but to concede. When I looked back over at the old man, it was clear what he was doing the whole time. I could see his far arm cranking up and down while his wife yelled at him the whole time. His face suddenly contorted, it was clear he had just cum.

"Thanks for the show, sweetheart," the husband groaned.

"She's very welcome, her name's Lizzie Udders if you ever want another show!" Jared shouted from the driver's seat.

I was too sexually frustrated to argue. As the train passed by and the gate came up, the elderly man raised his window, but not before I heard his wife shout at me one last time.

"You're going to hell, you fat-titted whore!"

We finally drove off and, thankfully, they made the first right immediately after the tracks so they were long gone.

"Sir, that was humiliating," I groaned, my mind unable to think of anything but the heat between my legs.

"That was hilarious, but understand this Lizzie, your resistance while entertaining and at times interesting, is getting old. When we get to the mall I expect you to follow your rules and be a good slut."

"Yes sir." I mumbled weakly.

My mind fazed in and out of reality for the rest of the drive. I wanted nothing more than to finish myself off, but this asshole was not letting me. Just the thought of that sentence made me nauseous. A high school senior, one whom I was supposed to be in charge of, was not letting me get myself off and keeping me in this pitifully frustrated state, for the second day in a row. What the fuck has happened to me, I thought to myself.

Of course, Jared ordered me to keep my tits out the entire drive, leading to much more unwanted attention and honking from passersby. When we finally made it to the mall, I had never been so thankful; though I was still sensitive, my mind had come down from the blissful high. I reached for my bra and began to put it back on before Jared stopped me.

"And what do you think you're doing?" he asked, with a firm grip on my wrist.

"Putting my bra back on, sir."

"Yeah, no. We're here to get you a new wardrobe, and the first thing that needs to go are the dull bra and panties."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Without a bra, my breasts will just flop out and about, I'll garner nothing but unwanted attention, sir." I tried to negotiate.

"That's what we're going for," he chuckled. He took the bra out of my hand and threw it out the window. "We'll deal with the panties when we get inside, and keep two buttons undone."

This asshole was really trying to let the whole mall see my tits.

"Fine. Sir."

We got out and went into the mall. Without a bra my breasts were doing exactly what I said they'd do. It was a conspicuous sight, with every step I took, my tits swung around. My nipples rubbed against the fabric sending tingling jolts through my body. I was still sensitive from the car ride, and these jolts were torturously keeping me so.

My nipples pierced against my blouse and I felt like all eyes were on me as we walked around the mall, but luckily for me, the reality was everyone else was minding their own business.

I followed behind Jared as he led me through the mall all the way to a store called 'Primped & Pimped'. A store notorious for selling altered versions of regular clothes, and by altered they meant, sluttified. The store was commonly referred to as 'the whore store', I nearly gagged just at the sight of it.

"No, no way in hell. Sir, my wardrobe exudes professionalism and commands respect, I can't go from that to looking like a tart!" I stated.

"And now you'll be commanding the attention of horny men. Doing your job as a woman, being eye-candy," he retorted.

I kept pleading to Jared not to take me in there, but I was ignored and he led me into the shop anyway. He led me to the back section which was coined as the 'professional section', but it was anything but.

The blouses were all tight around the bust, the shortest heels they sold were five inches tall, and a good number of the skirts they had may have well been bandanas with how tiny and short they were. Then there were the sheath dresses, all so tiny and constricting.

There's no way I could wear any of this at all, let alone to the office, I thought to myself.

We continued walking around and my face was frozen in disgust, how could any self-respecting person wear any of this, I thought to myself.

"Hey there guys, is there anything I can help you with?" a young man asked us.

He looked a little older than Jared, but a little bit shorter. He made Jared look like a debonair. Messy and greasy hair, with a slouch that could only be summed up by being chronically seated in front of a computer in his parents' basement, and a stench that screamed he used body spray as a shower. He had a silver name tag on his shirt which read 'Cole'.

Before I could even think to answer, Jared opened his mouth.

"Yes! This lady here is Lizzie Udders. She's looking for an office-slut look, do you have anything that would make her fat cow tits pop?" he asked the worker.

Steam may well have been venting through my ears. No way did he just tell a random worker at the whore store that I was trying to be the office slut. But with how flushed I was from the damn car ride, and my nipples rubbing and piercing against my blouse, I certainly looked the part.

"Udders is a fitting name," he chuckled, staring directly at my chest, "We have a few things that may help." He led us to another section closer to the back of the store.

Of course, it seemed like every young man nowadays just viewed women as sex objects. The kid even had a bulge in his crotch the moment he began speaking to us, or should I say me.

"Look, Lizzie, these blouses would be perfect for you," Jared said, handing me a stack of blouses that looked two-sizes-too-small. My chest alone could probably fill out the blouses I was being handed. "Now for the skirts, she has a very curvaceous ass, we need it to pop. What do you recommend?" Jared asked Cole.