Synopsis : Having already gone far past what she'd ever thought possible, Cassandra is forced to push herself to the limit. Will she continue to tow the line for Jane, or has the week proved to be too much for her to handle?
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
As always, I've done my best to incorporate as many people's suggestions into this chapter!
Have received a lot of PM's, and comments, and am doing my best to craft everything into the story while pacing things out enough along the way (as well as setting up for future fun!) :D
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 7 : Multitasking
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"Mistress -- uuehuh - you seem -- uuehuh -- you seem tense today - uuehuh-" I grunted, bracing my hips as they thudded against the heavy wooden desk.
My white knuckled hands gripped the sides of the desk, but the repeated impacts from behind me still managed to nearly push me up and over the desk top.
"It's been a busy morning, Slut," Jane's strained voice came through gritted teeth. She really was tense this morning, I thought, and she was thoroughly taking it out on my poor ass.
"Yes ma'am-" I gasped, "It's just -- ehuh- it's just-you don't usually need to use me quite -- euhuh- quite so early-"
I grit my teeth.
Jane didn't usually use my ass like this until later in the day. It wasn't even noon yet, and she was really giving me a pounding.
"Well, what can I say-" Jane panted, thrusting into me mercilessly, "Pounding your tight ass is a great way to blow off some steam, and today I thought I could use some early release. That okay with you, Slut?"
She bottomed out the dildo, slapping the base of the sex toy against my parted ass and slamming me against the heavy desk.
My eyes rolled up into my head.
"Yes ma'am-" I answered her as I returned to my senses, "Whatever I can do to help you relax, ma'am!"
We were in my office. Well, my former office. It belonged to Jane now.
Let me rewind a bit, and recap.
Since my initial return to my job at Illuminate Media at the beginning of the week, my work life had been turned upside down.
My tumultuous first day and a half had been filled with defiance, rebellion and reluctance. Too slowly had I learned the new rules, and it had culminated in my unceremonious demotion beneath Jane.
I'd acted out, and without even breaking her stride, Jane had busted my sorry ass down more than a few pegs. It had been a wake up call.
After that, I'd been... somewhat broken in, to say the least. My defiant attitude had taken a back seat to my survival instincts. I'd learned not to challenge Jane's authority. Every time I had, it had ended in disaster, and I was a quick learner.
Obviously, that had been the precise lesson Jane had been attempting to teach me. When I obeyed her, things went well for me. Or at least, they didn't degrade as quickly.
To put it simply : If I touched the stove, I'd get burned.
So I'd stepped into line, out of necessity. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
I had accepted my submissive role, obeying her every order and instruction as if it were law. In the office, I acted as her personal assistant/secretary/go-fer.
I'd swapped offices with her, giving her my much larger space and taking over her smaller, though still nice, quarters.
Folks around the office had their questions, of course. Why was I -- the former office Bitch -- so graciously accepting my role as Jane's underling? Why was I so eager to give up my prized office, and my jealously guarded client list, to someone I'd formerly hated?
The questions flew, but Jane dealt with most of them.
Presumably, I was the subject of much scorn and behind-my-back jokes...
But I couldn't really deal with that on top of everything else that I was managing, so I had to simply roll with the punches.
Aside from my role in the office, my body was also at Jane's beck and call. My ass was her toy, my tits belonged to her ; everything I had was hers to use as she saw fit, and she made to sure to use every inch of me.
At home or at work, I'd learned to drop to my knees at the snap of a finger. My mouth was her personal masseuse, and I'd grown quite adept at pleasing my secret Mistress.
The remainder of the week had gone much smoother for me.
Well, smooth is a relative description. When you're used to the things I've become accustomed to, even the ludicrous can seem sane.
But I'd avoided any further punishment. The worst I'd gotten was a few spankings and a couple of time-out sessions with my tongue tucked between Jane's legs.
"Did you get that report for Claire done?" Jane grunted, reaching down to grab my tossed blonde ponytail and give it a rough tug.
"UuheHUH-" I groaned as Jane slapped up against my ass and yanked my hair back at the same time, "Yes, ma'am! Finished and submitted to -- uuhehuh - accounting!"
I heard Jane let out a laugh, and it was no wonder why.
I sounded ridiculous, trying to speak professionally while getting my ass hole pounded over my former desk.
Jane was behind me, wearing the infamous double sided strap-on I'd picked out at the sex shop. She looked good today, I had to admit. Her dark bangs were sleek and straight across her forehead, and her outfit -- a blazer from my own personal collection -- gave her the sort of professional vibe I'd once aimed for.
I was quite the opposite.
Jane had me bent in half, my tits pressed onto the expensive surface of the desk.
My skirt, a short, dark pink number, was flipped up over my hips, allowing Jane's strap on to firmly lodge itself into my naked, waiting ass without resistance.
Every time she pounded into me, I'd let out forced squeal.
"You're sounding like a little squeak-toy again," Jane giggled, continuing to fuck me mercilessly as she laughed, "You enjoying this, Pet?"
"Uuhe-huh!" I squeaked, "Yes -- yes ma'am-"
"You feel tense as well, Slut," Jane continued to yank back my hair as she rode me, "You keeping up with your work load?"
"Yes ma-uuuhe- yes ma'am-" I felt a spittle roll down my lips as I tried to answer my Mistress. I took a risk and let go of one side of the desk to wipe the spit from my chin.
"Hands out," Jane reminded me immediately, and my hand shot back into place.
"Sorry ma'am," I answered hastily, "I was drooling..."
"That's okay, Slut," Jane said, "You can clean up the desk afterwards."
I closed my eyes, resigning myself to drooling onto the desk.
I'd be a mess after this, I knew. I was already sweating, and drooling, and leaking from my cunt down to my high heels...
As if I didn't already have enough to take care of -- now I'd have to spend a bunch of time fixing myself up!
"Well I'm glad ONE of us is keeping up," Jane said, thrusting against me, "I'm in over my head dealing with all of your shit. Honestly, Cassy -- how you ever manage to stay afloat with all of your little side hustling is beyond me. It's a job all on its own!"
I groaned, thrusting back against Jane, giving her as good a fucking as she was giving me. I realized I was clenching not just my ass, but my cunt as well, straining in my attempts to keep myself from cumming.
It was automatic behaviour at this point. I wasn't permitted to cum without permission. This was Jane's time to blow of steam, after all. Not mine.
"I'm sorry ma'am," I said, "Thank you for taking care of my affairs- eehuh!"
It was pathetic that I had to thank Jane at all.
Despite the fact that she'd taken on all of my clients, projects and administrative jobs, Jane had hardly taken on any additional work for herself. She let me do it all -- from the reports to the nitty gritty detail work.
In between coffee runs and fuck-sessions, I was still performing my usual role at the company. In honesty, I was performing much more work than I ever had before. Christ -- I was barely keeping up, hopping from one job to the next, keeping my Mistress happy while back flipping around in an attempt to keep performing at a top-level.
It was an interesting arrangement Though Jane was technically above me now, she'd mercifully allowed me to keep most of my duties. She hadn't even touched my salary, or my commissions -- which had been a worry of mine initially.
It seemed all Jane had actually wanted was for both of us to know who was in charge. Symbolic ownership, sort of speak. Sort of "If you step out of line, things will go badly for you".
"I almost fucked up this morning," Jane said, "A big deposit came in to your personal account from Westler&Sons, I almost called accounting about it. Thought it was a mistake. Wouldn't my face of been red?!"
I blushed, suddenly nervous.
"But I figured it out. Who would have thought embezzlement was so damn complicated," Jane laughed, "Thank God I have your sexy ass to pound at my beck and call, or I'd go insane trying to figure out your spider web of nonsense!"
I sunk into myself.
Of course, Jane wasn't actually talking about embezzlement. Technically, the deposit from Westler&Sons would have fallen under the 'bribe' category.
This was the OTHER side of my job that Jane now controlled. The kickbacks. The 'donations' to my personal account. The quid-pro-quo arrangements.
I had never considered any of what I'd done to be 'wrong'. I worked damn hard for this company, and for my clients. I got results -- more than anyone else on my floor, OR the floors above me! So what if I profited a little on the side? If anyone deserved it, it was me!
Especially now that I was performing so many extra duties!
I grit my teeth. Jane had plunged in extra deep this time, pummelling my sore ass with a vengeance.
