Roc Bottom

It was now Thursday as I lay in bed reflecting on the awfulness of the night before. There was now a second video and three more women with false evidence that I had perverted desires. Thinking back to my original plan to use the promotion to out Beth, I realised things had gotten a lot more complicated. Once the team meeting had finished, I immediately thought about avoiding the offsite team-building event, which Lucy was facilitating. That could only be a recipe for disaster, given what a complete psycho bitch she was. Furthermore, everything started adding up after I finally confirmed she was Beth's sister. Sadistic bitchiness must run in that family. I continued thinking I needed to organize Beth's 121s and my 'other duties' for the team, so I met them to discuss what was required.

I decided to leave the worst until last, namely Grace, the Deneuve twins and Porsche. Therefore, I started with Yuki and Seraphina. Both were straightforward conversations, a little tricky initially, mainly due to my changed circumstances. Ultimately, the 121s were arranged, and the minimal support they needed from me, primarily travel arrangements and expenses, were agreed upon.

Next up were Nicola and Aurelia. Aurelia was almost an in-and-out meeting. As a Junior Consultant, her travel and expenses needs were limited, and I think she was a little embarrassed about the prior exchange we had walking to Stephanie's office, given what happened afterwards.

Nicola suggested we do her catch-up over lunch, which I was okay with. As we headed out to grab sandwiches in the local park together, Beth stopped us and asked where we were going, to which Nicola replied, "Just for some lunch and a catch-up".

Beth looked really put out and angry but was resolved not to create a scene on day one with her new team, so she just said, "Ok, but I need Wimp back within 30 minutes, Nicola?"

Nicola nodded, and we headed off.

Nicola kicked her shoes off while we ate our sandwiches in the sun. She had cute, slender feet and long, delicate toes. I couldn't help but think how sexy they looked when I suddenly realized I was fantasizing about her feet. What the fuck was going on? Was all this unwanted foot attention having an effect on me? Luckily, Nicola snapped me out of it when she started talking, though I was sure she noticed me staring at her feet.

"So I am really sorry about the whole promotion issue, Chris."

I was so happy to hear her call me Chris instead of Wimp. At least she was showing me some respect. "What happened though to get you demoted to Beth's PA?"

I stumbled to find a quick answer. "Oh, when I lost the promotion, I created a big fuss and upset Beth in front of Stephanie, and she threatened to fire me. After some backtracking with them both, I got offered the PA role as my only option to stay with the company, and I needed the financial security of a job to make my mortgage payments."

"Wow, you must have said some pretty bad things for that to have happened? But it makes sense seeing how Beth has been treating you lately." Nicola added, looking for more details.

"Well, I was pretty tense and upset. Guess I just lost my cool. Anyway, it's over now." I added, trying to close the conversation down.

"Well, I guess that puts paid to our celebratory drink then, Chris...unless you still fancy meeting up anyway?" Nicola flirted with me.

That really lifted my spirits. It had been so long since I got positive attention from a female, and it made me start to feel human again. In fact, it made me feel like a man again.

"You know what, Nicola, that would be really great. I'd love to have a drink with you. How about this weekend?" I responded.

"Perfect. I will not make the offsite next week as I am helping Stephanie with corporate stuff for the board. It would be great to see you before you go away for 5 days with all those women!"

I laughed nervously, given that next week was more likely going to be an ultimate nightmare rather than an opportunity for sexual encounters.

We continued exchanging personal details and small talk, agreed on Nicola's 121 and admin support, and then returned. Just before we got to the office, she took my arm and said, "I am really looking forward to Saturday, Chris." We smiled at each other, then split up, and I headed to Beth's office.

When I arrived, Beth snapped at me, saying, "Close the door and sit. Now tell me, what was all that about with Nicola, Slave?"

"Oh, nothing." I replied, "We were just getting to know each other. That's all."

Beth sensed I was hiding something and added, "Well, as long as you are not trying it on with my staff, Slave. Otherwise, I would have to kick your arse in front of everyone and stamp on your head until it explodes, understand?"

Wow, I thought, that was an extreme reaction, even for Beth. It was almost like she was jealous. I decided to keep quiet on my date plans with Nicola, as it was the only thing I had to look forward to and answered, "Of course, Goddess. I understand."

Beth seemed pacified and continued. "Well, I need you to work on a new presentation for me this afternoon. The details are in your email. Steph has told me Nicola can't attend the offsite as she has her working on something for the board, so sort those changes in the plans out, and you will leave at 5pm this evening. I won't need you after that."

Strange, I thought, Beth never lets me leave early and always makes good use of that alone time to put me through it.

"Of course, Goddess, I will start on that right away," I said, trying to keep on Beth's good side.

I was still getting my teeth stuck into the presentation for Beth when Porsche approached. "Here are my available times for a meeting with Beth and the additional duties you will perform for me."

She then handed me a folded piece of paper. Also, fetch my documents off the printer, then order and staple them. I need them for my customer feedback review."

I waited for a 'please', but it never came. As I got up to collect the documents, Porsche pushed me and said, "Hurry then!"

Feeling completely fucked off, I quickly headed off to the printer to avoid a confrontation. When I arrived at the printer there were a load of documents already in the out-tray so I started sorting through them. All of Porsche's stuff was there, which I separated and was ready to staple, but one document caught my attention and was labelled private and confidential. As I started to read it, I took it to be outlining further expansion plans for the team and an enhanced role for Beth.

I was shocked when Karine snatched the document from me as I tried to read on. "I'll be taking that wimp. Not for your fucking prying eyes."

She then trod down hard on my foot while she walked away. "Ouch," I shouted, "careful!"

Karine spun around and stepped back towards me, putting her face within an inch of mine. She sneered at me with the same contempt she had shown me previously and said, "Or what?"

Being a good 4 inches taller than me and a whole lot of kick arse harder, I thought better of the confrontation and backed down. "Nothing Karine, sorry, "I conceded.

"You better be sorry, you deceitful little shit, I haven't forgotten!" she added. I quickly backed away from Karine's intimidation, grabbed Porsche's papers and left.

"You can only avoid me for so long, Wimp." I heard as I made my escape.

The revenge streak of the twins clearly had a long tail, and I would need to be careful to avoid meeting them alone if possible. I decided to arrange their 121's with Beth by email instead.

Beth was clearly up to something, which she was doing behind my back. I needed to find out what that was, as I was sure it would affect me.

My final catch-up that day was with Grace. I nervously approached her desk and asked, "Erm, Grace, could we discuss times for your 121 with Beth and any other support you need from me?"

There was a slight trembling in my voice.

"Let's discuss it over coffee," was the answer, to my surprise and relief. We went down to the canteen, which was now empty so late in the day, and Grace said, "Ok, get the coffees, then Wimp." I should have guessed I would be buying.

As I sat down opposite Grace, I reflected on how much she had changed in such a short time. She was still brilliant, but instead of using that intellect to drive her actions, she was now motivated by a raw and primal force, power. It was almost as if her experiences with Beth and myself had woken her out of a deep slumber, and now she wanted to take the world by the scruff of the neck or at least me.

Grace had a soft round face with that girl-next-door cute demeanour and looked more like a late teen than her actual age of 24. I imagined her as a not-a-care-in-the-world, free-spirited girl who took more notice of the natural world around her than what people thought. She lived in a world defined by her own rules rather than the standards others wanted to impose.

She was now definitely more excitable than she used to be and more easily influenced by the more dominant, confident leaders like Beth and the twins. That said, she had some kind of repressed wild side which was starting to emerge, which, when it exploded, made her a tour de force capable of striking fear a level up from Beth. The intoxicating nature of power that she was becoming addicted to was changing her from a quiet, shy, cute teddy bear to an unpredictable, ruthless and sometimes sadistic temptress and dominant.

I stared into her large brown doe eyes, searching for clues as to whether the old Grace was still in there somewhere. I also looked at her mouth for that tick where she used to curl her lips around her teeth when in thought. When she caught me examining her, she said, "What are you fucking looking at, Wimp?"

The old Grace would never have had the confidence to challenge me like that. She was evolving and adapting to her new environment at a rate that left me uncertain just what she would become in the months ahead, now she was unshackled.

"Nothing, Grace."

"You mean, Goddess, don't you?" testifying to her newfound self-assuredness.

"Sorry, I meant nothing, Goddess."

Sensing my weakness in her presence now, she narrowed her eyes, contrasting starkly with the soft brown eyes of the old Grace, and flung her head back so she could look down her nose at me.

"That's better, Slave. You may now begin."

Grace and I started discussing diary time with Beth. She seemed more of a right hand to Beth and needed 3 different sessions setting up. This was a smart move by Beth due to Grace's intelligence, experience and loyalty. We then discussed specific needs, and Grace started to outline what she needed. Seeming somewhat distracted, Grace excused herself to go to the bathroom. Whilst she was gone, I heard a bleep and looked down to see she had left her mobile displaying a text. Curiosity got the best of me, and I swung the phone around to read the message.

It said, "Tonight's meeting is in the usual 4-seat meeting room. Be prompt, please."

So now I knew when and where the meeting would be and that they were discussing strategy. I just needed more detail and would be fully in the know. As Beth's PA, I decided to take a chance and check her private email when I got back to my desk.

On Grace's return, she picked up the phone and looked at me suspiciously like I had been up to something. She then opened up her messages and started reading Beth's text whilst saying to me, "As well as all the usual admin and menial tasks, I have agreed with Beth that I can use you once per fortnight, however I see fit, and we both know what that means right?"

She had a broad, malicious smirk on her face. Before I could reply, she concluded, "Ok, we are done. I have more important priorities than you. In fact, everything I have to do is more important than you, as we both know."

Seeing my face drop, she stood up and slapped it hard. "Hey, wimp, don't look so sad. We will be having fun together before you know it."

It took me a couple of hours to find the right opportunity to secretly check Beth's email, and after about 15 minutes of searching, I found something. It was headed MH Briefing. Inside, a few cryptic messages were outlining a new strategic global approach, development of the team members and, rather worryingly, conditioning of the bitch. Was that referring to me? What did they mean by conditioning? I then heard someone coming and quickly closed everything up. It was Beth. Just in time, I thought!

She stopped abruptly and said, "I thought I told you to go home at 5 today, Slave?" "Err, yes, I was just on my way," I replied, looking up at the clock and seeing it was half past five already. "Well fuck off then, immediately!"

I left, remaining in a local café before plotting my return to hear the secrets of their meeting at 7pm. It was dark when I returned, and everything was silent as I stealthily approached the meeting room. I waited until ten past seven, but no one arrived. I thought I had obviously got the wrong end of the stick and decided to leave. As I turned to make my way out of the door, Beth stood behind me, her face red with rage and ire. She was dressed in gym attire and looked sweaty.

"My office now!"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I muttered to myself as I followed her to the office. Now I am fucking in for it. What was I doing?"

When we arrived, Beth, still carrying all the same rage, opened with, "Well, if it isn't Sherlock Fucking Failed Holmes. Did you really think, for a minute, I wouldn't know what you were up to? Checking sensitive printer documents, reading other people's private texts and reading my personal whiteboard behind my back."

I noticed she didn't mention her private email, and internally, I sighed with relief, as that would have been it for me.

"Those breadcrumbs were laid out as a test to see what kind of loyalty I can count on with you as my personal PA. Unsurprisingly, you failed miserably, so we will now start your conditioning. You may be surprised I am giving you this second chance, Slave? Well, I have my reasons, and quite frankly, they are none of your fucking business. But what is your business is the suffering I am not going to inflict on you to ensure this never fucking happens again! Kneel down on the floor here beneath me."

My heart then sank.

I got on my knees and crawled to the position Beth had pointed to. She then kicked me squarely in the privates. Whilst I screamed and bent over in agony, she turned around and pulled down her knickers and jogging pants.

"Right, kiss my sweaty ass, Slave. Just like any disloyal subordinate should. Lick off all that nasty wetness like the pathetic cunt you are."

Beth's ass was perfect. Toned, plump in all the right places and just the right size for her gorgeous figure and though I didn't like the verbal humiliation she was dealing out, I didn't actually mind kissing her backside. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed my face into her bum cheeks before starting to guide me towards the centre.

Wow, I thought Beth's backside was beautiful, but I am not going near that dark recess in the middle. Beth applied more pressure to my head to force my face into her arse crack, but I continued to resist, kissing her cheeks in an effort not to anger her until she screamed.

"What the fuck are you doing arse-licker? I want your face, and more importantly tongue, in my crack now! I don't have time for this shit."

I then heard a voice coming from the door behind me. "Need some help, Beth?" I tried to turn around, but Beth's hand held me in place.

I then heard Beth say, "Yes, please, Grace. This fucking idiot should be cleaning my arse crack with his disloyal tongue like I told him to, but he is fucking me around trying to resist. Hold him in place, will you?"

Beth then took her hand off my head and leant over the desk, and spread her arse cheeks wide with her fingers. Whilst I observed this surrealistic event, her arse and the copious amount of sweat inside, I felt a decisive blow on the back of my head, forcing my face right into Beth's crack as Grace used the underside of her sneaker to drive me forward with an aggressive kick. She then kept her sneaker sole in place on my head and started to grind my face into Beth's arse crack.

"Get your face right in there, you fucking useless disrespectful bitch. When your Goddess instructs you to do something, you fucking do it and do it well." Grace seethed. She was becoming more like Beth every day.

Beth groaned with pleasure as my face was enveloped by her arse cheeks deep inside her crack." Mmmm, that feels good, Slave. Right where you belong."

She then started moving on and off of tiptoes to smear and wipe her arse crevice up and down my face. "Now get that tongue out and stark licking the sweat and filth that has accumulated in there. Take nice deep breaths to familiarize yourself with my scent. You will spend a lot of our private time in there slave learning what true loyalty means. Now kiss my fucking arse bitch!" She then started laughing, which Grace also laughed at. Their humour played off each other and continued to escalate until they were both in fits of hilarity. I remained immersed in Beth's arse, totally sickened by the taste I was ingesting and the smell that was all over my nose and face struggling to get air into my lungs.

This continued for about 10 minutes before Beth grabbed my hair and pulled me out. She then spat on my face and said, "You look and smell fucking diabolical, Slave, with my arse juices all over your face. I will not tolerate resistance or disloyalty in any form. When I command you to do something, you will submit yourself to me immediately in whatever way I desire. You will also learn that all disloyalty from this point will result in infinitely worse pain and suffering. See this as your one and only chance."

Beth then kicked me in the privates once more, and I again bent over in agony. "We will take this up again later. For now, I have to go. Thanks for your help, Grace. He is all yours. Do whatever Grace asks; otherwise, you will be in for it, Slave."

Beth then quickly pulled her knickers and jogging pants up and left, shouting over her shoulder, "And don't have any stupid thoughts about missing the offsite where I will continue your loyalty conditioning. You will be there, or your life will be worse than hell!"

"You just don't learn, do you footwipe?" Grace added. "You insist on making life more difficult for yourself instead of taking the easy way out and doing as you are told, remaining loyal to your goddesses."

Easy way out, I thought? What licking and sniffing a post-gym arse crack easy? For fucks sake!

"Right, let's get to the toilet quickly, Footwipe." Grace followed up with. "I am horny as fuck watching you suffer in Beth's arse, and now I want my own power trip over your sorry self."

I reluctantly followed Grace to the toilet, seeing she was also soaked with sweat and in her gym gear. She must have gone with Beth earlier, and hence why she was still here so late. When we were back in position, with Grace sitting on the toilet and me on the floor, she announced, "I have a little surprise to change things up for us tonight. Instead of my lovely socks, which I know you are very partial to, I decided to keep my two-day worn nylons on for my gym session to really accentuate the stink for this follow-up session."

As she removed her gym trainers, her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and she threw her head back. "Fuck me footwipe. That is some serious foot stink right there. That's about as bad as they have ever been, and that's saying something considering my odour problem. Nylons really increase the stinkiness of my feet. I will need to pass this finding on to the girls. Anyway, enough talk, you need these on your face asap before they start drying out. Same deal as before, remember? You sniff for all you are worth, and I get off on your suffering big time!" To which she spread her legs, placed her hands on her pussy, laughed and then pushed her nylon feet into my face.