Previously, Helen's husband, Jake, and his new mistress, Tracey, dressed her up as a tart in very skimpy clothing and sent her off to work. Helen misbehaved so her boss allowed Tracey to strip Helen, tie her up and let the office have at her. The story continues as Helen recovers from the experience.
When I came to my senses, I realised that one of my hands been freed. That was enough to undo the chains remaining on my neck, other arm and legs. I was able to pull out the blouse from my mouth and dress from my still tingling cunt. They were both pretty wet and rather disgusting. I slowly got up to look for what I could possibly wear home.
If felt very strange walking around my office naked except for the high heels I was still wearing. I couldn't find a thing to cover myself with. I plucked up the courage to walk to the toilets to try to clean myself up. No one else was in the building, fortunately. I couldn't do anything about the cum in my hair or on my body, but at least I could clean the cum off my face. I put on the blouse and wrapped the dress around me. They were both damp, gooey and looked terrible. But it was all I had.
I went back to the office, found a paperclip. The extremely skimpy dress had been cut so I threaded the paperclip so it held the elastic together. The blouse now had no buttons and was ripped in a few areas. The only solution was to hold it closed with my hands. Coming to work in such revealing clothes had made me look sharp, attention grabbing and given me an exhilarating feeling. Those same revealing clothes made me look like a cum soaked whore asking for more. Any good feeling drained from my body. I grabbed the mini-purse and once again got as much courage as I could muster and headed out of the office.
I once again got looks but this time they were of disgust, not appreciation and wonder. I got on my train. I sat myself down in what I hoped would be a secluded part of the carriage and once again hid behind a paper.
"Ahh, looks like there's been some bush clearance going on. Shall we sit here, Fred?"
My heart skipped several beats. I instinctively moved both hands to pull what little of my dress existed to cover myself. This, of course, meant the paper came down and I let go of my blouse.
"What, you little tease, you were happy to tempt us with your bush this morning but are a little more bashful about showing off what's underneath?" I heard the laughter of two men.
"She's not bashful about showing off what little she has on top!" More laugher.
By this time, my hands had reached my skimpy skirt and I started pulling it over my thighs to cover my partially exposed, and bare, vagina. But that motion just pulled the paperclip so it no longer held the dress. The result was that I pulled off my own dress while the blouse flapped open. I suddenly found myself sitting almost fully exposed: my blouse open so my nipples and chain were exposed and my dress in my hands so that my very bare vagina was exposed.
"Here, let me help you with that." One of the blokes grabbed my paper and dress before I could react.
"Looks like our little tease had quite a day at the office," said one of the blokes as he grabbed the chain.
"Or quite the time whoring around," laughed the other. They didn't know it but they were both right!
"She sure is flat chested." He pulled on the chain. I was frozen in place with terror, dread and excited anticipation about what they would do.
"Yeah, but feel that pussy." I felt a hand stroking my bare cunt. I moaned with pleasure. I was surprised how good it felt not to have a bush. "I guess it feels good to both of us!" I nodded slowly in unconscious agreement.
I then felt his fingers enter me. I spread my legs to give him better access. "Oh my god, that feels great," I purred. All my inhibitions melted away. I really was becoming a whore, happy to give myself over to anyone who could pleasure me. My life as a respected wife, powerful boss, club secretary and mother of grown children was falling away as I sat just about naked with a shaven pussy and cum soaked hair on a train hoping to be finger fucked by two strangers. What should I do?
The part of my brain trying to salvage any respect I might have had told my legs to close tightly. Mr. Finger Play, as I thought of him, removed his fingers.
"Oh, we do have some bashfulness, still."
As these thoughts flooded my brain, my vagina started flooding with my juices. That did it for me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You can keep that up forever." I opened my legs again.
Mr. Finger Play started to circle my clit ever so gently. This bloke knew exactly what he was doing. I was putty in his hands. I would become anything he wanted. My brain flashed that that couldn't be allowed that to happen. Once again, I closed my legs.
"Now it just looks like she's indecisive."
"We got to respect that," Mr. Finger Play said as he moved his hand away from me.
My sex drive took over. "No, no, don't do that," I moaned deeply. "You're so good. Do as you want with me." I went to move him back to my clit as I opened my legs. The other man grabbed my arms.
"God, I've never seen a woman as desperate as this one. But also never so indecisive! I think we need to take her up on her offer to do with her as we want."
I could see Mr. Finger Play looking up at him. The other bloke, Mr Wicked I was becoming to realise, picked up my purse and started undoing the two chains. I thought they were just for decoration. I also realised there were fewer of them than when I left the house. The other bloke lifted my hands over my head, clipped one chain onto the leather strap, stood me up, threaded the chain through the overhead grab rail and clipped the chain to my other wrist. He then wrapped the other chain tight through the straps. I realised Tracey must have used the chains from the purse to tie me up in Delores's office. She was thinking of everything to ensure my life as a slave more slavish.
"Jesus, Duane, you've strung her up like a piece of meat. Don't you think we should ask her first if she's happy to be so exposed? And vulnerable? What if someone comes on the train?"
"You heard her. We can do with her as we want."
I was coming back to my senses. "I meant while I was seated and your kind friend was, was, enjoying himself with me. No, I don't want to be strung up like this. I promise not to interfere again with whatever you want to do to me." I gave the best effort at escape as I could in four inch heels and my hands over my head.
"Well, love," said Mr. Wicked, "we can do that now! There's no need for promises." They both laughed.
"But I'm completely under your control. Or anyone who comes along for that matter," I pleaded.
At this point, Mr. Wicked pulled on my chain. I opened my mouth to complain but Mr. Wicked was faster. He stuffed my dress into my mouth. I naturally started to moan with definite anger. Mr. Wicked laughed.
"Duane, not sure we should do this. Listen to how she must be complaining."
"Start playing with her. I bet she'll change her tune pretty fast."
Mr Finger Play did just that and so did I, much to my embarrassment. He started with my clit which immediately calmed the savage beast. I was just putty in his hands. I didn't care how I was strung up. I just wanted his fingers up me.
"See what I mean," asked Mr. Wicked, aka Duane. "And if anyone comes in, we'll just ask them to join us!" They laughed.
While Mr. Finger Play played me, Duane started stroking my body. I didn't know someone's hands could be so soft and erotic. I swore my skin was going to explode off my body. Jake never, ever made me feel this good. In fact, not even Lucy or Jerome electrified me like this. It was literally my first whole body experience as his hands started to caress my nipples. I just moaned my appreciation.
"Okay, our little slut, you like to really tease men, don't you?" I nodded my agreement slowly. "You like the way it makes your body feel when men give that flat chested body of yours attention?" I nodded my agreement again.
"Well, whores like you who tease men like us have to pay us back for all the disappointment you caused us."
I shook my head NO at this.
"Well, too bad. Here it comes." I felt something push against my arse hole. Then I felt the head of his dick pop into me. It was the first time I was ever fucked from behind. There was a sharp pain as my arse muscles adjusted to the first ever cock going into me from behind. All the while, Mr Finger Play was playing away with my vagina. His fingers were deep inside me when his friend pushed his full length into me. I was sure they were going to meet. Duane's hands moved from my nipples to caressing the sides of my body.
I was riven by disgust at being so violated without my permission. As a prim and proper woman, getting fucked up the ass hole was one of the most degrading things I ever heard about. Yet, ecstasy flooded my body as it had more stimulation than my entire life put together.
They started to coordinate their movements so Duane moved his cock out while Mr Finger Player moved into my cunt. The feeling was intoxicating. The sensations amazingly increased when Duane moved his hands back to playing with my nipples. I could feel an almighty orgasm coming. I tried to moan a warning which they must have understood. They both rammed home at the same time trigging the best orgasm I ever experienced. All feelings of humiliation disappeared as all muscles exploded at once. The hardness of his fingers and Duane's pulsating cock only served to increase glorious feeling. Once again, I was glad something was stuck in my mouth. Otherwise, I would have screamed the windows out of the train.
"Looks like our tease likes being punished for being a tease," laughed Mr Finger Play.
