Lizzie's Deposition

Author's Notes:

Thank you to kenjisato for proofreading and rainmaker for creative input

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

---Chapter 04: Rutter's Return---

"I can't take this anymore sir, please; please let me cum!"

Jared kept ramming my ass while he fingerfucked my pussy; it almost felt like both parts of him were meeting with each other inside me.

Between my legs was nothing but sexual bliss and ecstasy, the way Jared was manipulating me-- my mind and body...

"Please don't stop! Fuck, yes, don't stop, sir! Urgh!"

I was so close for so long, I could feel it.

"You love when I fuck your tight little asshole, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, sir, it feels so good; I love it so much! Please don't stop!"

"What would you do to cum?"

I didn't hesitate with my response, "Anything, sir, anything! Please just let me cum, make me cum!"

That smile across his face widened, as I looked up at him fucking me, but I didn't care--- all I cared about was the feeling in my pussy, and my ass.

"Tell me what you are Lizzie, tell me the truth, do that, and you will be allowed to cum."

What I am. Tell him the truth. Then I can cum. "I'm your fat, cow-titted slut, a whore, a cunt!

The feeling between my legs was as intense as ever. Would he finally let me cum? That's all I cared about, that's all I needed.

"Good answer, Lizzie, you may cum."

Thank god! I began bucking, trying to catch more and more of his monstrous cock, trying to get not just his fingers, but his fist up... How did my master describe it? My pot-roast-pussy!

I kept bucking, but I wasn't cumming! Why?! I just need to cum, I need to cum! I bucked harder, faster, I was practically screaming to cum, why couldn't I cum!?

"Wakey, wakey, Lizzie." a voice called out to me.

I ignored it, and kept bucking. I needed to cum, that was all that mattered, all I needed.

"Come on, Lizzie, time to get up," the voice called out again.

My eyes fluttered open to see Priya looking over me.

"Priya..?" I murmured.

She slapped me across the face, truly waking me up.

"That's not right," she scolded me.

Right, that wasn't who she was to me anymore, "Mistress, what're you doing here..?

"That's better, Lizzie. I'm here to get you ready for work," she explained, but I could barely fathom what she was saying over my own thoughts.

What the fuck was that dream...? And why am I so warm and... Horny? I shook my head, trying to make sense of any part of that dream.

"I don't know what you were dreaming about, kutiya, but you were bucking your hips like a bronco. I could hear you moaning from down the hall."

She swiped her hand across my twat quickly before bringing it over my face.

"Must have been a good dream, you've made quite the mess, it almost looks like a pool of your pussy juice flooded onto the bed," she chortled.

When I went to bring my wrists down to my flooding twat, I felt the tug of steel against my wrist. When that didn't work, I tried to bring my legs together, hoping in any way to satisfy the feeling of my warm sex. Every movement made me warmer, every buck, tug, it felt like I was being fucked from the inside.

Then I remembered, as punishment for me cumming in the shower a few nights prior, Jared had handcuffed my wrists to my bed frame before locking me into a spreader bar. All night I was kept locked spread eagle, naked, and with toys in my pussy and ass.

My pussy, oh god, he came inside of me again last night! I panicked. I needed the pill again, but how was I supposed to get it with Priya here?

"It's time to get ready for work, kutiya, but first..." she said, licking her lips. Priya stripped out of her jeans and tank top, once again revealing her beautiful brown body. The sight of her nude figure only made my carnal daze worse, as she climbed on top of me.

"In my culture, we don't eat beef, but for you, Lizzie, I'm going to make an exception," she sneered before she pulled the egg and plug out of my pussy and ass respectively.

The removal of the toys made my body quiver, stopping me from even attempting to defend myself from yet another beef joke from her and Jared.

She put her face between my legs, and lowered her snatch into my face. "Let me feel that wonderful tongue of yours again Lizzie." she purred. Her tongue began teasing my soaking and sensitive clit.

"Argh!" I bellowed. Fuck, these toys did their job. I was meticulously teased all night, no even before the night, it began with the damn car ride to the mall the previous morning.

She continued going at my pussy with her tongue before she raised her head from out between my legs. "I don't feel anything, kutiya, get to it before I call Jared."

Fuck, I literally had just woken up and I was already being debased again.

I stuck my tongue out and began working on Priya's pussy. Circling around her clit, teasing it the best I could with a rhythm similar to what had worked a few days ago. My nose was a grain of sand away from being in her asshole but after everything I'd done to her, it wasn't like it mattered.

"Ah yes, Lizzie, we've found your true calling-- oh god!"

I felt Priya's tongue began going faster, and before I knew it I felt her fingers shoot into me.

My bedroom quickly filled with mine and Priya's groans and moans, holy fuck this was only the beginning of the day and I was already being pushed.

"Mistress, please let me cum, fuck please!" I screamed, pulling my tongue away from Priya's snatch.

I was ignored.

God damnit, no way they were going to edge and tease me again, I screamed internally.

"Make me cum first, Lizzie, then I'll decide if you deserve it."

Just the thought of finally being relieved was enough to kick my body into a sexual overdrive. "Yes mistress!"

She thrust her snatch into my face and I went back to eating her out the best I could. I knew I was doing it right, listening to Priya moan and feeling her buck her crotch over my face.

"Oh god, yes Lizzie, keep goin-- Urgh! AH!"

My face was soaked with Priya's juices; I was glad I could make her finish quickly. Then it was my turn to finally be relieved. There was nothing I wanted-- no, needed-- more at that point in time than finally cumming.

"Good job, kutiya. Now, lets get you ready for work."

My head darted up when Priya got off of me. "What about me, mistress?!" I asked, desperately.

"I don't think you deserve it, yet. Now, it's time for you to get ready for work."

She couldn't be serious! I needed it right then and there! What was with her and Jared teasing me like this?! I screamed internally.

Priya walked back over to me after getting dressed and brought the key to my wrist.

"Wow, look at those nails of yours, Lizzie, I think it really fits you," she sneered before unlocking the cuffs and freeing my hands.

I put my hands out and stared at my new nails. While my erotic haze subsided, and I regained composure, the previous day's events all came back to me in a flash.

I blew probably the only boy more repulsive than Jared at the whore store to pay for a repugnant wardrobe that made me look more like porn secretary. The nails complemented the shamefully skanky clothes with cheap bedazzled accessories. I got a Brazilian wax, with bright bubblegum pink nails. Then I fucked myself with a dildo that I hadn't even bought yet at the stag shop before getting caught by mall security, and subsequently becoming banned from the mall.

My body shivered remembering my trip to the mall, and my face was bright red from the shame. I was brought out of my thoughts when my housekeeper-turned-mistress spoke up.

"Just remember Lizzie, your house is filled with cameras, any funny business and Jared or I will know. Understood, kutiya?"

I sighed, defeated.

"Understood, mistress."

Finally, she unlocked the spreader bar, allowing me to finally get up. I checked the time and saw it was 8:15 AM, much later than when I usually set my alarm at 6:00. It would definitely have to be a rest day from Pilates; perhaps, I could still get a good breakfast in and make it to the office on time, I thought to myself.

First, I needed to shower. I hadn't showered last night, so on top of Priya's juices, I still had Cole's dried cum on me, too. Thinking of it again sent another shiver down my spine. I still can't believe I did what I did. I went to head to the shower before being stopped by Priya.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to take a shower, mistress, I really need one..."

"Not without me, you're not."

I furrowed a brow at her. "Mistress, I can clean myself, by myself," I told her in derision.

"Well, Lizzie, after the last time you were allowed to clean yourself without supervision," she began, pausing to giggle, "It's how you ended up locked up like a little starfish all night, isn't it?"

I stared daggers at her, but deep down, I knew she was right. "Okay, fine, mistress."

I made my way towards my washroom when Priya stopped me again, "What now, mistress?" I snapped, not hiding my pique.

"Not in the tub, you need to earn that privilege back."

I stared at her in disbelief. I need to earn the privilege of showering in my own shower? "Mistress, this is my home, I will-- AH!"

She took hold of my nipples and quickly yanked me forward, whipping me onto my hands and knees.

"From my understanding, Jared could ruin you, taking away this beautiful home. So the only thing that's yours in the house is Jared's mercy of allowing you to stay here, understood?"

That was such a ridiculous statement, I earned this home. I fought trial after trial, case by case, moving up the ranks, finally earning enough to afford the place. But she was right about one thing, Jared could take it away so easily, I needed to play along.

"Yes, I understand mistress,"

I went to get back up, only to have Priya push down on the top of my head, keeping me on my hands and knees.

"Maybe if you are an obedient girl today, you'll earn back the privilege of walking in this house," she began,

She couldn't be serious? First, I needed to earn a shower in my own tub; now, I need to earn being allowed to walk?

"Until you earn that back, you'll crawl like the bitch you are; understood, kutiya?" she finished.

I looked up at my mistress, scowling at her.

A few days ago, my face would've had Priya stricken with fear for her job and apologising profusely to me, but right then all it did was garner laughter from her.

"Those little faces you make are so cute Lizzie, but I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."

I kept scowling at her, remaining silent.

"I guess I'll have to disturb Jared and let him know you're refusing to obey."

I let out a deep sigh, and relented. "Yes, I understand, mistress..." I mumbled.

She crouched down so she was eye to eye with me. "Understand, what, Lizzie?"

She and I locked eyes for a few seconds, but I knew it was a battle I wasn't going to win.

"I understand that I need to earn the privilege to walk in this house," I muttered.

My house, even my own home, I was under Jared's thumb. Was there anywhere I would be free from this? I thought to myself.

"Good girl," she said, patting my head.

I so desperately wanted to scream that I wasn't a fucking dog, but where would that have gotten me.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up. Come with me, slut," she ordered me.

She began pulling me along by my ombre blonde locks, using them like a leash. With every movement I made, my heavy tits swung back and forth, nearly smacking me in the face a few times. It was humiliating, but while she walked ahead of me as I crawled behind her, it gave me the perfect angle to watch her voluptuous ass.

I crawled behind her, watching as it swayed with each step she took, how well shaped those cheeks were in those jeans she was wearing. The sight of her ass was an inadvertent distraction from the fact that I was crawling in my own home, behind my former housekeeper.

We made our way downstairs, and outside to my backyard. The cold morning air took hold of my naked body, again hardening my nipples and blowing a drift across my still damp twat.

"Mistress, what're we doing out here? My pool is chlorinated, it's not going to clean me..." I asked, still on all fours. I was thankful for the walls around my backyard, as I was still nude and under someone else's thumb but it was better than at the mall with the risk of getting caught.

"Silly Lizzie, we're not using your pool water, we're using this." She picked up my hose and pointed it at me

"Mistress, no!"

She ignored me, and blasted me with a powerful stream of freezing-cold water knocking me over onto my side, my breasts once again bouncing up into my face.

"Please stop mistress!" I screamed as she continued blasting me over and over.

Fuck, I was becoming numb from the water and the cool air.

"No can do, Lizzie. I need to get you clean and you've lost shower privileges." She blasted me again, starting from my head and working her way down.

Each blast caused me to scream louder than the last. The force of each blast forced me off my side and onto my back, my entire body becoming numb from the harsh cold water.

She kept working her way down my body when she finally got to my twat. "Now, this needs proper attention to get clean, after the mess you made in your bed yesterday," she purred. She pointed, then blasted my pussy.

At first it was like the other blasts, freezing and painful. But soon it became exciting.

"Fuck...." I groaned, while Priya kept blasting me between the legs.

Hearing me caused Priya to stop. "Oh my, are you getting off to this, Lizzie? You really are a slut, aren't you?"

She resumed blasting me between the legs, bringing me more pleasure. The water hitting my pussy was freezing cold, but was kept warm when my body reacted. It was no longer the cold air hardening my nipples, and my body was quickly reminded that I had been teased for nearly an entire day.

"Please... Don't stop, mistress..." I muttered, still lying in my own backyard naked.

Priya began filling my backyard with a loud and prolonged giggle. "How far you've fallen Lizzie, begging me to make you cum by blasting that pussy of yours with a hose."

Fuck, she was right... Why was I...? I was going back to the office soon, I needed these thoughts, these feelings out. Fuck, I can't bring this with me to the office, or I'm ruined and I won't need to disobey Jared to ruin my career...

I steeled myself, and Priya finished the rest of my 'cleaning', blasting down my legs and feet. She led me back inside, something I was thankful for, nearly losing feeling all over. I looked at the time to see it was 8:30-- I had to be at the office in half an hour!

"Mistress, I need to go soon!"

She looked over at the time as well, then turned back to me. "Stay." she ordered me.

What was with her and Jared and treating me like a fucking dog, I thought to myself.

Looking around and seeing the cameras in the corner of the room, I knew I was being watched, so I followed the order, remaining still in place on all fours, nude, and dripping wet.

When Priya returned she came with a towel. She began drying me. Each time she got close to my holes, or nipples with the towel, I had to fight against my own body to make sure another groan didn't slip out. I needed to shelf those feelings, or my day at the office just might be my last, I thought to myself.

She patted down my body a second time. As she got close to my crotch I could feel myself getting warm again. No, No! I told myself.

It seemed like Priya noticed my convictions. She brought the towel to my twat and began patting it before swiping it a few times.

My breathing became heavy and I was powerless to stop her while she gave me a smirk after pulling the towel away.

"All right, time to get you dressed kutiya, come."

She pulled at my hair again, making me crawl back upstairs to my room. Fuck were my knees hurting. Once we got back to my room, she ordered me to stay, like a goddamn dog. I wanted to scream so badly that I wasn't a dog.

Priya began rummaging through the bags from the day prior, before picking out a selection of clothes for me.

"Picked out specifically by Jared." she told me before laying it all out on the bed. "You may stand up to get dressed, kutiya, he wished to start you off modestly."

Permission to stand up. Screw it, maybe when I get free I wouldn't fire her, I'd keep her around and return the favour, I thought to myself. I stood up and my entire body nearly cringed when I caught sight of what was picked out for me.

It may not have been as horrible as what I was forced to prance around in at the mall, but it was far from modest.

For underwear, he picked out a set of black-lace bra and panties. They were completely inappropriate for the office, they looked more suited for a Tinder hook-up, if anything. They wouldn't cover a thing, but to have anything that would support my breasts at the bare minimum was better than nothing.

Over top, he picked out a white blouse similar to the one from yesterday, with no blazer, of course, and a skirt that ended halfway between my knees and crotch. Still a lot more revealing than I'd hoped and would usually wear, but a step down from what I was expecting, especially after yesterday.

"Before you put any of that on,however, Jared requires you to wear these."

She handed me a butt plug, one size up from the one last night, then that egg toy. I was seething, but knew I didn't have a choice. I forced the plug into my ass, it went in much easier than initially... Probably due to the stretching from last night's plug. Then I put the egg inside my pussy. It was like the previous night, only a hundred times worse. Instead of having slight movements in bed moving the toys inside me, it would be the steps I was taking, and each step I took made the toys bounce and move drastically.

Fuck, it was going to be a long day, I thought to myself.

I threw on the lingerie, then struggled once more to get the blouse and skirt on. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was horrified. My black bra was conspicuous underneath my white blouse. The buttons on my blouse were strained, and I physically couldn't get the top two done up, leaving a precipice of cleavage on display. Of course, no blazer like I usually wore to hide my bust.

The skirt may have been a tiny bit longer than the day before, but it was still barely only a few inches past my ass, and if I were to bend forward, my lace panties would be on display.

All I could think, as I looked at myself, was 'office tart', the name I had given to many receptionists and secretaries at the firm. Most, if not all of the lot, were girls fresh out of college that the other partners and executives hired clearly as eye-candy rather than for having any qualifications. Realising I looked no different from them at the moment made me wince.

"We're not done yet, Lizzie!" Priya called out, bringing another bag over.

She pulled out pairs of bedazzled two-inch hoops and bracelets. To top it all off, she adorned my ankles with the two anklets from the previous day. Two letter Js-- Jared Jacobs. Letting everyone know, without letting them know, I was owned by Jared...

I attempted to wear my hair down for once, instead of my usual neat and professional bun. I was hoping that my hair would cover up the trashy earrings I was being forced to wear, but Priya quickly stopped that in its course. She forced me to put my hair into a high ponytail to make sure that there was no way to hide them.

I stepped into a pair of black heels, five-inches tall, applied the lip gloss I had bought, and looked at myself in the mirror once more to see the final result.

What I saw was what I imagined everyone thought of when thinking of an office-slut-- ample cleavage, cheap and glittery jewellery, with bubblegum pink nails, and high heels that made it near impossible to walk, putting emphasis on my legs and ass.