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Subject: {ASSM} Axe Gets Pwned, parts 1-6 (nc, humil, f/m, m/f, f/f, enema, anal)
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[This story takes place sometime after the events previously described
in "Poor Old Joan".]

PART ONE

Axe wanted some extra money to buy that new security camera, and Susan
was glad to hook him up with some work.

Susan's Order ran a catalog and warehouse facility, which supplied
less creative Mistresses (Susan preferred to make her own) with ready-
made embarassingly revealing clothes. A number of the staff in the
catalog sales division had ordered newer, larger hard drives for their
work PCs, and the IT department was looking for temporary help to
install them.

Axe was excited not only about the money, but about the idea of a
whole new building of women to explore.

The warehouse was a large, anonymous-looking building. Axe walked in
the door, and was confronted by a large, unattractive woman in a
security uniform. She asked him who he was there to see. Susan had
told him that his point of contact would be someone in the IT
department named Darlene.

"I'm here to work with Darlene, on the computer upgrade project", Axe
said.

"Not dressed like that, you're not", barked the guard. Her name tag
said "April". "We follow rules here. You're going to have to dress
down to your spec and level".

Axe was somewhat amazed. "I don't have a spec and level... I'm a guy!"

"Doesn't matter", said April. "We have all female employees here, at
different levels, and they all dress appropriately. I'm not going to
let you go walking in there in your street clothes, like a rooster in
a henhouse. You've got to dress. If you don't have a level, I'm going
to assign you our lowest by default: T-1. The default spec is Z".

"Z spec?", said Axe incredulously. Hardly any women were actually Z-
spec. It was a near-mythical classification which occuppied the bottom
corner of the charts.

"If you don't want to be a T-1,S-Z, then you can have an exploratory
session to find out what your parameters really are", said April,
smiling slightly.

"Me? Sessioned? By who?"

April pointed to her badge and nodded her head.

Axe decided he'd rather take the default spec, no matter what it
entailed, than spend an indeterminate amount of time at the tender
mercies of that bulldog of a woman, so he agreed to take the defaults.

"Ok", he said nervously. "What does a T-1,S-Z wear today?"

"Not here.. in the fitting room", April motioned. April led Axe
through a door, which closed behind them. He could hear it click
locked, and knew that it wouldn't open again with April's security
card. April held out a plastic bag and said, "take off everything,
including socks, underwear, jewelry, watches, wallets, purses, and any
weapons you may be carrying. Put them in this bag".

"And what should I put on instead", he asked.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here you go.". She reached into her pocket and
pulled out what looked like a standard paper napkin. "Use this to
cover your protected area. I'll turn away for your modesty while you
change, but be prepared for inspection afterwards".

April turned her head to one side, and held out the bag the napkin to
the other side. Axe slowly, relucantly stripped. First his shoes, then
his socks, pants, shirt. Then his watch. Finally, his boxer shorts.
All went into the bag. He took the napkin and used both hands to hold
it in front of his genitals. It wasn't a difficult job to cover up,
since April's forceful and unwelcome presence had petty much cased his
dick and balls to suck up inside his body. "Ready", he said.

April walked around him in a circle, and stopped behind him. His ass
was of course not covered at all. "All freebies will be called. For
example.."

"Butt patt!". She slapped him on the ass.

"Sessions will be won by flag spotting."

"Flag spotting?", he asked.

"If you get an erection, the first woman to spot it wins".

Axe didn't think there was much chance getting an erection any time
soon; being around April was like a cold swim.

"Alright", she said. "This is your ID. Wear this at all times." She
got down on one knee and put a plastic bracelet, like hospitals use,
around his ankle. "If you don't have it at the end of the day, I don't
have to let you out of the building!" she chuckled.

"I'll call Darlene to show you where need to go. Have fun!"


PART TWO

After a few minutes, Darlene arrived. She introduced herself as the
Manager of IT for this building. She said she had two technicians who
were regular employees, but that they needed extra help for this hard
drive installation project.

Darlene's age was difficult to determine, except that she was
obviously older than Axe. She had bleach-blonde hair, and skin that
looked like it had been through too many suntans over the years. She
was actually sunburnt in the face. Axe also thought she looked like
she high have had a bit of botox recently. She spoke with a pronounced
southern drawl, and a rasp that indicated years of chain smoking. Axe
didn't think there was much more danger of sprouting a hard-on for her
than there was for April.

She was wearing an apron-like garment that had multitudes of pockets,
containing pens, screwdrivers, computer parts. Axe had never seen one
of these before; there were some female computer technicians back at
his regular job, but he'd never seen them dress in anything this
practical.

"Alright, honey.. follow me.", and she turned to lead him through a
different door than the one which he had entered. Then he saw that the
back of the apron was completely open, from neck to feet, except for a
belt across the waist. And Darlene was naked under it. And apparently
all those overdone tanning sessions, had involved Darlene passing out
before she could flip over, because her entire backside was not tanned
or sunburned at all. From her blonde hair, Axe's eyes fell upon smooth
cream-colored shoulders, the smooth cream-colored small of her back,
and her even smoother, creamier ass.

"Her ass! Can't look at her ass. Can't get aroused!" Axe felt the
blood starting to rush down to his dick, and quickly averted his eyes
from Darlene's fine, fine backside. Her pictured April naked. That did
it. Flaccid city. What the hell kind of sunny-side up trick was
Darlene playing on everybody, walking around like that?

"Before get any ideas", piped in April, "YOU don't get to claim any
freebies. But I do! Buttpatt, Leeny!". Axe heard the smack of April's
palm on Darlene's hot ass, but resisted the temptation to look.

Once they were out into the main floor of the catalog center, Axe was
very careful where he looked. He knew that any cubicle he looked in
might contain a bare bottom. He realized right then that the only was
he was going to get through the day was if he could sneak to the
bathroom and jerk off, hopefully resulting in flaccidity for a while.
He might even have to do this more than once a day, if any more
surprises like Darlene were in store.

"Where's the men's room", he asked.

"Oh, sweetie, we don't have one. We normally have only girls workin'
here. There's a single restroom, one person at a time, upstairs. If
you can wait, we'll go by the lab to pick up your tools and supplies,
and then head up there to get started".

"I can wait", he said.

Darlene and her technicians worked out of a room full of computers,
half-computers, and boxes of computer parts. The two techs were Tracy
and Wendy. Both were 25-ish, pale, and had boyishly short hair. Tracy
was slightly chunky, and Wendy decidedly so. Tracy was blonde, and her
fair hair and soft puffy skin gave Axe the impression of mozarella
cheese. Wendy had dark goth-chick hair, and contrasted with it her
skin looked so pale that it reminded Axe of cottage cheese. For some
reason the cheese-like appearance of these women was arousing. To the
extent that Axe had to imagine April sticking things up his butt and
other unpleasantness, to keep from getting hard.

Fortunately Tracy and Wendy were both mistresses, so they were both
wearing clothes that hid their butts. Axe still had to keep from
staring at their sandaled feet. It was of course not unusual for
mistresses to report, in their "day jobs" to an E-level like Darlene.
Axe knew that they must both regularly turn the tables on the boss
lady, strap her down, and fuck that creamy ass with every implement
imaginable. Oh shit, start thinking about April again.

Wendy presented him with what looked like a large leather purse, which
contained screwdrivers, IDE cables, and several new hard drives. Axe
found that this bag was actually better for covering his dick than the
paper towel that April had given him. He was glad to have it. Tracy
and Wendy both claimed freebies on Axe and Darlene, and then went
about some other business.

Darlene led Axe up a staircase. She let him go first. His toolbag
bounced up and down, and so did his nut sack. He knew she was
watching.

At the top of the stairs, Darlene told Axe he was on his own. He
pointed to a cubicle, and said that someone named Jennifer would tell
him where the computers needing hard drives were located. But first he
had to go to the bathroom.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer. How many I help you?", asked the cheery 30-ish
woman with dark brown hair and the reddest lips Axe had seen in a
while.

"Can you show me where the bathroom is", he asked?

"Sure.. follow me". Jennifer got up and started walking down the hall.

Axe immediately wished he'd just asked her to tell him. Jennifer was
wearing a pale blue hospital gown. A real one. With little purple
dots. And no strings to tie it up. It was the most perfect fit he'd
ever seen, even better than Susan's handiwork on Joan. Did April do
this?

Susan's red-nailed right hand clasped the gown together tightly, so
Axe was thankfully denied a glimpse of her ass, but the clasping
itself was incredibly erotic. The skill with which she held that
tight, tight, short gown in place without so much as a need to look
over her shoulder, was sexier than if she had lazy walked around with
her buttocks peeking out. And she could have, since Axe was not in any
position to take advantage of spotting her. Why was this woman going
above and beyond like this?

"You're sure doing a good job of clasping for someone who can't do
anything to you anyway", he joked.

"Just because you're a T-1 right now, I don't intend to give you a
free look at my bare bottom", she replied. (Oh my. Real old fashioned
Order girls take pride in never talking about having an ass, butt,
booty, etc.. always a "bottom". So polite... so hot.)

"What if I saw you again, outside of here? I'd be quite embarrassed
then, wouldn't I?" (She said to a man whose bare bottom was currently
being seen by everyone..). "And besides, you might not be the only one
looking".

Axe was sporting a full-on woody, but he didn't think it mattered now.
He was almost to the bathroom. He couldn't take his eyes off the hem
of that gown. He hoped that the leather bag would prevent anyone from
seeing his arousal.

As soon as he got into the bathroom, and locked the door, he reached
down and grabbed his throbbing cock. In his mind's eye he watched that
blue and purple gown flap open. It hardly took any jerking before he
jizzed all over the sink basin.

He washed his hands, washed his dick, and washed the sink. In the cold
water, his tired male member relaxed in welcome flaccidity.

PART THREE

The first computer on the list to be upgraded belonged was in cubicle
2047. The occupant was young, with the same short dark hair as Wendy,
but quite thinner than she was.

"Elizabeth? Hello, I'm working with Darlene on the hard drive
replacement project and.."

Axe explained to the seated woman that he would need her to take a
break from working while he installed the new hard drive.

Elizabeth seemed annoyed, but compiled. She hopped up out of her chair
and sat on the desk, without turning her back to him. Which was
probably good, because she was wearing another one of those gowns like
Jennifer's. He had just jerked off and was probably incapable of
getting hard now, but no need to take chances.

She pointed a bare toe in the direction of the computer, which sat on
the floor, and said "have at it". Axe wondered at the red and purple
anklets she was wearing. He knew they told her spec and level, but
didn't know the code. Her feet were going to be a little to close to
him for comfort while working. Her toenails were unpainted, and looked
impossibly clean. Why couldn't she go take a coffee break or
something?

Axe knelt down in front of the PC, with his back to Elizabeth, and
started to take tools out of his bag. He resolved to avoid looking to
see if the bottoms of her feet were as clean as her nails.

"Wait a minute!", the woman exclaimed. Axe braced for the freebie that
he knew was coming. The slap on the buttocks, the pinch of his love
handle.

"You're supposed to be a T-1, right", she asked.

"Yes", he said.

"Alright then, Mr. computer guy, there'a a couple of things wrong
here. For one thing, call me Ma'am. I know you're not from around here
but surely you know the basics! A T-level calls everybody Ma'am".

"Yes, ma'am.", he said, as he started to unscrew the case of her PC.

"And another thing.. I don't know how those IT girls do it downstairs,
up here on the second floor, the Sales floor, our P-levels and T-
levels are kept clean. Our floor mistresses expect a higher standard
than the Order's minimum."

"Clean?", he asked, turning up from the computer to look at her.

"Clean WHAT?"

"Clean, ma'am?"

"Clean. You know, shaved. Here, I'll show you!". She clasped her gown
and got up on her knees on the desk, and turned to look over the cube
wall. "Lana.. come here a minute".

Lana was a redhead, older than either Elizabeth or Axe, but very firm
and healthy. She was totally nude, except for a manila folder that she
was holding in front of her pussy with one arm. Her other arm clumsily
attempted to cover both breasts, but one nipple silently popped out
from behind it.

"What is it, ma'am?", she said.

"What's your speccy, Becky?", Elizabeth asked her. ("Becky" was one of
those names that many orders used like a pronoun, especially when they
could figure out how to make it rhyme.)

"Specification W. Level P-1. Is that all, ma'am"?

"One more thing. I need to do a quick inspection. Arms above your
head!"

"But.. ma'am..", she looked nervously down at Axe.

"Do I need to call one of the Mistresses?", Elizabeth threatened.

Lana closed her eyes, and held her arms above her head, removing the
folder from in front of her pubic area. It was completely hairless.
Elizabeth was correct, this order kept their lower ranks shaved clean.

"That will be all, Lana", said Elizabeth. The naked woman left without
saying a word or looking at either of them again. "Now, what to do
about you", Elizabeth said to Axe. "April should've known to take care
of you, since she could've figured that you'd be working up here. But
I kind of like you, so I'm not going to send you back to *her*.
Besides, who know's what she might to do ME if I get on her bad side
pointing out her mistakes? I'm going to be a good little Apprentice
and ask my Mistresses. Come on".

Elizabeth led him, holding her gown behind her, to a large cubicle
that was shared by two women. One was blond, the other dark. Both had
shoulder-length hair and both were thin and elegant looking. They were
dressed in what looked like fine silk togas, and sandals with small
jewels on the straps. All the saleswomen in this place wore what they
sold.

"Mistress Kathy, Mistress Cicely, we have a problem". The Mistresses
looked up expectantly.

"Turn around", she wispered to Axe. He turned, exposing his ass to the
women.

"M'Ladies, he should be clean!".

"I'll say", said one of them. "Look at that! I can't believe somebody
didn't think of this already! Good job, lizzie-pie! Take two freebies
for good work.. and you don't have to call 'em!"

Without warning, Lizzie-pie pinched Axe on the butt cheek. She tugged
on his shoulder to instruct him to to around again, to face them. Then
she knelt, looked up at him, and drew the tip of her fingernail across
the top of his bare foot, towards the spot between his first two toes.
An eletric jolt of ticklishness shot up his leg, and he jumped up in
the air awkwardly, and momentarily danced from one foot to the other
as if he was walking on hot coals. The leather bag jostled aside, and
briefly but clearly all three women saw his hairy groin, his hairy
flaccid penis, and his hairy balls bouncing up and down.

"He certainly needs to be cleaned up front, too", said Kathy,
laughing.

Elizabeth batted her eyes at the other women. "My Ladies... may.. I...
take care of this for the two of you?"

"Take care of yourself, Biddy. Oh-ee-hole!", Cicely (the blonde one)
giggled, pointing out that Elizabeth had not only let her gown fall
open while tickling Axe's foot, but that bending over had exposed her
actual butthole to the mistresses. Cicely ever so quickly did
something behind Elizabeth's back. Axe couldn't see, but he guessed
from the younger woman's facial expression that a finger was inserted
into her anus, held there briefly, and then removed. "I know you're
excited, Bettyboo, but don't get careless!", scolded Cicely as she
wiped her hands with a wet napkin, the kind they give out at
restaurants when they serve barbecue.

"Sorry, sweetness", said Kathy. "If this was a woman, we'd let you
shave her, but in this case we have to do this ourselves." Her tone
was a mix of genuine sympathy for Elizabeth, and sly enjoyment.
"Alright, shaggy, let's neaten you up!"

The two mistresses grabbed Axe by the arms and led him to the
bathroom, back into the same bathroom where he had jacked off earlier.
Kathy carried with her an electric shaver. He was instructed to stand
still, with his legs spread wide apart, holding onto the sink if
neccessary for support. The women took turns using the shaver. First
they shaved the area just above his groin, then the inside of his
thighs. Then they turned him around, and shaved his buttocks and his
crack. Then his dick and balls, and the area between his balls and his
asshole.

The shaver frequently pulled the hair out rather than cutting it. The
discomfort of this, plus the aches in his legs from standing still for
so long, combined to keep him from getting aroused even though two hot
women were closely handling his most private areas. He complained, but
was warned that he'd better shut up or they'd send him down to April,
who usually took care of their visitors by strapping the women to a
table and using a straight razor.

After an interminable period of this torture, they emerged from the
bathroom. "He's clean as a whistle", said Kathy, rubbing the palm of
her hand across Axe's newly bald butt. Cicely whistled accordingly.

"Elizabeth, get in there and sweep up all that hair while he works on
your computer".


PART FOUR

Feeling more naked than ever, Axe proceeded to install the hard
drives, one by one. The women seemed more than willing to have their
work interrupted by him, now that they got to slap and tickle the
newly hairless ass.

Every time he was nearly aroused by the feeling of warm, soft sweaty
hands on his butt, or scratchy long fingernails anywhere on his body,
he forced himself to remember how it felt when they shaved his balls,
and any hint of a budding erection vanished. And if that didn't work,
he figured, he could still picture April.

After a number uneventful installs, he came to a cube that he
recognized as the one that belonged to Kathy and Cicely.

"Mistresses", he said, "do you mind letting me work on your computers
now"?

"Sure", said Kathy. "You can do mine first." She got up from her desk,
and let Axe sit down in her chair to work on the PC on the desktop.

"You can do mine at the same time", said Cicely. "Just let me print
out this document. There."

Outside the cubicle, in the hallway, Axe heard a large laser printer
whirring into action. He looked out the door of the cube, and could
see the printer. Kathy and Cicely were now standing and watching it.

The printer sound stopped. "It's jammed.", said Cicely, reaching to
open the printer.

Kathy gently slapped her co-mistress' hand. "Ta ta! Silly Cissy! Let
the help do it!". She stepped back into the cubicle, and hit an orange
button on the phone. She didn't wait for an answer; apparently just
ringing it once was enough to send someone.

Less than a minute later, Jennifer arrived, clasping her gown tightly
as usual. Apparently paper jams were considered secretary territory,
rather than an IT call.

"Is the printer jammed again, Mistress?"

"Sure is, Jenny-poo. Why don't you fix it up for us."

Axe could tell this was going to be interesting. He tried to avoid
watching, but he couldn't resist.

Jennifer bowed to the mistresses and said "I concede and ask for five
minutes mercy". This meant that she expected that what she was about
to do was going to require letting go of the gown, and that the
mistresses would be able to watch, but that she requested that it not
be held against her as a Spot Check.

"Well, you already used one this morning when you made the coffee..",
Cicely began.

Kathy cut her off. "Mercy denied!", she said sternly. "You get one a
day and that's that."

"But Mistress, people will see my bare bottom!", Jennifer pleaded to
Cicely this time, since she knew Kathy would be of no help.

"Oh no they won't. You're more skilled than that! Just be careful",
Cicely reassured.

Jennifer nervously opened the top of the printer with her free, non-
clasping hand. She stood on her toes to look over into the large body
of the printer. Her gown stayed in place. No sign of trouble in the
top. It must be down in the paper trays. She closed the lid, and
pulled out the first tray. Again, nothing. The second tray finally
revealed several sheets of mis-fed paper, which fluttered out.
Jennifer put the tray back in and the orinter came back to life.

Amazingly, her gown had remained closed. Axe had not taken his eyes
off of her backside the whole time, and he hadn't seen even a hint of
flesh through the opening in the back of the gown.

"Well done, Jenny Cakes!", applauded Cicely. Jennifer started to walk
away.

"Not so fast.. look at that mess you made", demanded Kathy, gesturing
at the loose sheets of paper that now littered the floor.

Jennifer expertly stooped ever so slightly to pick them up, one by
one. Her gown looked like it was about to split apart at the seams,
but it (and her hand) held fast.

The final scrap of paper slipped out of her fingers and under the
printer stand. She reached after it, and bent too far. The bottom of
her gown pulled upwards as her body bent forward. Her hand remained
holding the two sides together, but it now only came down part of the
way over her buttocks. The lower half of her ass was exposed.

"Check!", said Kathy. "Stand up, hands by your side".

"Conceded", said Jennifer nervously. She stood up, and let go of the
gown. A narrow band of her backside was exposed from her shoulders to
her legs. Her bare, white creamy bottom! It was even hotter than Axe
had imagined. She turned her head over her shoulder briefly, to see
who was witness to her embarrassment. When her eyes touched on Axe,
watching from the cube, she quickly returned to facing in the other
direction. Her hands gripped the sides of her gown, unsure what to do
now that the previously all-important task of clasping was illegal.

Axe now expected that Kathy would call a freeby, and that Jennifer
could theoretically get out of this whole situation by weathering it
without a flinch.

"Since you already tried my patience this morning, you get no chance
to stand and take it. Game over", Kathy declared.

"Should I get a tag, Kit-Kat?", Cicely asked gleefully?

"No, I've got other ideas for this one.. no tag needed. She's going to
the clinic right now. Come on, CeeCee, you won't want to miss this".

The two mistresses took Jennifer arm in arm, and marched her off to
some unknown location, each holding one of her arms to prevent any
reflex attempts to cover her poor bare bottom.

Axe's erection throbbed beneath the leather bag. Time to go to the
bathroom again.



PART FIVE

Axe silently finished the work on Kathy's computer, and then excused
himself. He got up and walked in the direction of the restroom,
passing Jennifer's now-empty cubicle. His erect penis throbbed
painfully, squashed behind the leather workbag. He kept his eyes
straight ahead. A woman whose face he never saw pinched his ass-cheek
as he walked past a conference room. He ignored her and kept walking.

At the door to the restroom, Elizabeth was waiting, smiling.

"Oh, is there a line waiting to get in there?", Axe asked impatiently.

"Nope.. I'm waiting for _you_", she said slyly. Under her breath,
almost wispering, "I know what you're up to, and I'm not going to let
you in there until you promise to hear me out. I have a proposition to
make".

"Ok", he said. "Whatever you say."

She opened the door and beckoned him to enter the bathroom. She
followed immediately, and closed it behind her.

"Now.. I suppose you know that there's quite a competition going on
between all of us, to see who can be the first to Check you. I want to
win. I need to win. And to prove it, I'm going to make you a deal. If
you agree to go along with the idea that I won this game fair and
square, I'll... let you.. uh..", her voice stumbled, suddenly unable
say to what years of training had taught her to regard as taboo,
because this reluctance made her sexier to her Mistresses.

Words failing her, she turned her back to him, and simply let go of
her gown for a few seconds, exposing her rump. She gathered it again,
and turned around, visibly flushed in the face. "That will be yours",
she said, regaining composure. "If you let me win and don't tell
anyone".

To Axe, this seemed like a win-win. He knew that he'd eventually end
up being Sessioned by someone, so it may as well be Elizabeth (better
than April!). And in the meantime, her ass wasn't half bad. Not quite
as plump and inviting as Jennifer's, but just as pale and smooth, and
definately younger and tighter.

As he was thinking about this, Elizabeth reached her hand around
behind the bag, and gripped his erect penis. "See.. technically I
think I've won already, but you're my only witness so I need your co-
operation. Besides, I'm kind of eager to see what it's like to have a
boy.... back there".

The emphasis she put on the words "back there" could not possibly be
captured in writing.

"When? When would I have you", he asked.

"When they discharge you from the session clinic, I'll make sure you
get an IOU for a session with me, at the clinic of your choice,
however you want me"

"No. No sessions, no clinics, no IOU. Now. I want you now, or no
deal."

"You know, if I opened that door right now and showed your hard-on to
everybody, I'd be immediately declared the winner anyway", she
bargained.

"Don't be silly. Then you'd get to session me alright, as a helpless
victim like all the girls you torture, but you'd never get to find out
what it's like to have me fuck you in the ass".

She said nothing.

"Again, you can't tie me to a bed and expect me to clean out your
nasty little, naughty little booty-hole with your mistresses watching
around the corner. I won't do it, and you can't make me. I want you
here, now. A woman like you deserves to be fucked by a free man."

"Ok"

"Say it. Say what you want me to do"

"I want you to.. do my bottom".

He forcibly removed her hand from his dick, and glared at her.

"... in my bottom! Back there".

He removed the leather bag, pointed at his dick, and shook his head.
He motioned her to turn around. She turned away from him, left her
gown hanging at her sides, placed her hands against the wall.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard.. in my ass! In my booty! In my booty, my
booty, booty, butt!"

"Now you're talking", he said. On the wall were three dispensers. One
dispensed liquid soap. The second dispensed a lubricant, which Axe
quickly rubbed all over his hands, and his dick. The third dispenser
was labelled "tags".

He rubbed the greasy stuff on her buttocks and thighs. She moaned. Her
rubbed her genitals and her taint. He rubbed it up and down in her
butt crack. She moaned. He spread her cheeks with one hand and rubbed
it all around her asshole, then going in and out with his fingers,
adding more lubricant from the machine on the wall.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... uhhhhhuhuhuh", she said. But then pleaded, "oh
please, this is what Kathy does to me all the time. I want to feel YOU
inside me. I want your.. cock. I want you big hard cock in my tight
little a--------AAGAGAGAGAGAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH"

Before she finished asking for Axe's hard cock to be in her ass, it
was. And then out again, and then in again. Over and over. Harder and
harder. Deeper and deeper.

After several minutes, he proudly announced, "I'm gonna come in your
ass!"

"No", she pleased. "Cumberbun! Cumberbun! Frosted icy cumberbun!", she
chanted, also by this time fingering herself.

He knew what she meant, and pulled his dick out of her asshole just in
time to cum all over her buns, like icing on a donut.

AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHHHHH, she moaned in excstacy as the cum
dripped down from her buttocks to her legs, and she herself came by
her own hand between her legs.

Both of them were exhausted.

They didn't have long to recuperate, because immediately loud applause
broke out. They turned to find the door to the restroom wide open, and
a sizeable crowd of women watching them.

Kathy stood at the head of the crowd, looking angry. "If you're going
to cheat, Elizabitch, I suggest you lock the fucking door!"

"Mistress, I'm sorry", Elizabeth pleaded. "I've earned as many
Punishment Sessions as you see fit to impose. Have mercy on me! I give
up my claim on him. He is yours".

"Unfortunately, sweetie, there's nothing we can do now", said Cicely
calmly. "You've violated so many corporate policies that we have no
choice but to turn you over to Security".

The crowd parted to reveal the massive, hairy, yeti of a woman known
as "April", grinning evilly.

Without a word, but with a tear on her cheek, Elizabeth walked to
April, who handcuffed her hands in front of her body, so she could not
use them to try to hide her cum-dripping backside from the crowd.

Kathy and Cicely looked at Axe now. "Both of you!", they said
together. "Darlene will have to get somebody else to finish your work"


PART SIX

(Axe did not get to see any of this because he was busy with
Elizabeth, and then "arrested" by April.)

Kathy and Cecily marched Jennifer, arm in arm, through the office.
Jennifer kept her eyes to the ground, watching her own bare feet. She
didn't want to look to see who was watching her unprotected bare
bottom walk past. Somewhat to her surprise, no one touched her bottom
or otherwise interacted with her in any way.

(This was actually a sign of respect paid to Kathy and Cecily, rather
to Jennifer. A number of passersby eagerly eyed Jennifer's ample but
firm buttocks, but refrained from touching them because it is rude to
interfere with the preparations for a session)

They led her into a room that looked like a doctor's examination room.
There was a table, covered by a semi-transparent sheet tissue paper,
on which Jennifer was made to sit. Kathy took off Jennifer's gown and
threw it down what looked like a laundry shoot in the wall.

Jennifer was told to lie down on the table, and spread her legs.
Cecily stood behind Jennifer's head, and held both of her hands
firmly. Kathy very carefully shaved off Jennifer's pubes, not with an
electric shaver like they had used on Axe, but with old fashioned
shaving soap, a shaving brush, and a razor. Cecily whispered into
Jennifer's ear to remain completely motionless while Kathy worked. The
shave took several minutes, during which Jennifer's breasts remained
exposed, and the Mistresses observed them harden ever so slightly.

When the shave was over, they told Jennifer to lay on her side, facing
the wall. This time, Kathy stayed by her side, holding one of her
hands, while Cecily prepared an enema. Kathy gently ran her fingers
through Jennifer's brown hair while Cecily inserted the bottle into
Jennifer's anus. Jennifer gasped, groaned in discomfort as the
sanctity of rectum was invaded by the alien object.

(You would think that by the age of 33, and after five years working
at this office, Jennifer would've been used to this sort of thing. But
actually she was so well-behaved and skilled at keeping her gown
closed that this was actually only the second time she'd been
sessioned, and the first time by this particular order of Mistresses,
so she didn't exactly know what to expect.)

Soon after the enema, Jennifer started to feel the urge to go. Cecily
tore off a piece of the tissue paper and handed it to Jennifer to
cover her breasts and freshly shaven pussy, Kathy inserted a "tag" (a
greasy rubber plug attached to something that looked like a flag-
football flag hanging out of Jennifer's poor behind), and the two
Mistresses led her back towards the bathroom. Jennifer scrunched her
ass as tight as she could, and walked on the tips of her red-painted
toes, to try to hold in what was inside her. Walking was also made
even more unformtable, and running simply impossible, by the presence
of the tag.

It turned out, of course, that the bathroom was at the very moment
occupied by Axe and Elizabeth. No one noticed Jennifer shrinking in
the background with a pained expression on face, as Axe and Elizabeth
were led away. As soon as they were gone, Jennifer dashed into the
bathroom, pulled out the plug, and took the dump of her life.

She was then escorted back to the clinic, where they gave her
*another* enema, and re-inserted the tag. The Mistresses were
deliberately given her a small, shallow enema out of sympathy for her
nearly virgin asshole, but the unfortunate side effect is that it was
going to take several to clean her out completey! The process would be
repeated, enema, tag, bathroom, until she passed nothing but water.

On the last trip to the bathroom, Cecily and Kathy actually stopped to
talk to Bree, the woman who had taken over Jennifer's normal
workstation while the usual inhabitant was otherwise occupied.
Jennifer stood and grimaced, criss-crossed her legs, and held it in
while the other chatted and giggled.

It was too much. Standing in the middle of the hallway, next to the
copier machine, the tag popped out of Jennifer's ass like a champagne
cork, and sudsy water followed it. But nothing else other than water:
she was clean inside, and the enemas were over. The Mistresses ordered
Bree to clean up the mess, and took Jennifer back to the examination
room.

A curtain in the corner of the room was pulled back to reveal that the
room actually contained a small shower. (Jennifer wondered why, if the
room could have its own shower, couldn't it have had its own toilet
too?) Kathy and Cecily took off their sandals and unwrapped the toga-
like sheets they were wearing, and all three naked women got into the
shower. A pair of handcuff's were produced and Jennifer's hands were
bound, above her head, to a metal loop on the ceiling whose only
purpose seemed to be for this use.

The Mistresses lovingly washed every part of Jennifer's body, from her
hair to her feet. Cecily massaged the soap into Jennifer's breasts
with her bare hands while Kathy scrubbed the crack of her ass with a
sponge. By this time, Jennifer had lost most of her modesty, through
sheer neccessity, but having these two caress her body while her arms
were completly helpless to intervene made her feel especially
vulnerable.

After the shower, Jennifer was directed to lay back down on the
examination table, face down. The Mistresses did not put their togas
back on, but instead put on clinical scrubs that they took out of a
cabinet in the room.

Then they put a pillow under her to hold her rear end up off the
table, and used rubber straps to securely hind her hands and feet to
conveniently placed handles at all four corners of the table. The
combination of the pillow and the straps caused Jennifer's butt to be
pointed up and her legs spread out, not only making her asshole
completely visible and accessible to the Mistresses, but also some of
her pubic area. Then they put a blindfold on her, so from now on she
would only be able to feel what happened to her.

Cecily dried and combed Jennifer's hair with a hotcomb, while Kathy
carefully inspected Jennifer's body, particularly checking her butt
crack and asshole, to make sure it was completely clean.

Jennifer ground her teeth and struggled with discomfort (not really
pain, but annoyance and some fear) as Kathy held her buttcheeks apart
with one hand and reaching a (well-lubricated, but not gloved) finger
inside.

Cecily asked Jennifer to open her mouth, and then asked her to close
it. Jennfer discovered that a rubber bit had been placed between her
teeth to bite down on. She was thankful for it during the awkward
examination, but then when she tried to spit it out afterwards, she
realized that it was actually held in place by a strap around the back
of her head, so she couldn't spit it out. This would, of course, make
speech impossible.

She was starting to wonder what they were going to do to her now, when
she she heard them open the door. She heard one of the Mistresses
unscrew the lid from a jar, and smelled something sweet, that smelled
mostly like a lotion or massage oil, but also fruity, almost like
something you would eat, that actually made her hungry.

She felt the exam table start to move. It apparently had wheels. She
felt herself being rolled out of the examination room, and down the
hall. She couldn't see, but she knew that everyone was watching her.
Now that more people than just Cecily and Kathy were seeing her, she
regained her sense of modesty. Everyone was not only seeing her bare
buttcheeks, but because of the position she was in, they could see
everything. She felt herself getting goosebumps of shame and fear. She
tried to beg them to let her close her legs, but with the bit in her
mouth it just came out as a mumble.

After several minutes of slow, horrible movement, the table stopped.
She could tell they were in the breakroom, because she could smell the
coffee machine, and she heard someone using the microwave.

Then Cecily and Kathy said that everyone's waiting had been
worthwhile, because the Cake for this surprise party had arrived! The
sales figures last quarter had been exceptional, and the whole office
had been given the present of.. Jennifer! Music started playing, and
Jennifer could hear people opening drinks.

Because she had helped out in a pinch, Bree was allowed "go first".
She dipped her hand in the sweet smelling lotion, and rubbed it all
over Jennifer's butt. Everyone took turns, rubbing their greasy hands
up and down her crack, around and around her poor embarassed asshole,
and in and out of her asshole.

Then they started to mix it up a bit. Someone tickled her buttcheeks,
and Jennifer nearly went nuts trying to escape the bonds, mumbling
screams of protest. That of course, set everyone to doing more of the
same, tickling her thighs, her back, her sides, and every part of her
helpless, sweet-smelling rear end.

It seemed to go on forever, and the worst part of it it that it was
turning her on. She was excrutiatingly horny, and wanted nothing more
than to reach down and put a finger on her clit. All she could do was
moan, and not one of her torturers took enough pity on her to so much
as touch her pussy and help her masturbate.

Finally, Kathy and Cecily said everyone take a break and sit down.
They introduced a very special guest, a Novice who had just come to
the office on an internship. Her name was Lindsey. She had a special
nickname, according to her teachers. Kathy asked her what her nickname
was.

"Licky Lindsay", said a voice that Jennifer thought couldn't possibly
belong to a girl over 17.

And why did they call her that?

"Because, I like to lick", said the voice, half giggling.

Lick what, they asked her?

"I like to lick... ", (Jennifer couldn't see young woman rolling her
eyes in half pleasure, half shyness) ".. butts!"

That was when Jennifer realized that the lotion smelled edible because
it *was* edible. Everyone had been slathering that stuff on her, in
order to prepare her for this teenaged guest-of-honor.

"Hmm...", Lindsay smacked her lips, and set to work. Everyplace where
they had basted Jennifer with the sugary substance, Lindsay proceeded
to lick it off, and Jennifer's brain exploded. This tickled, and also
aroused her, much worse than the manual treatment. First her buttocks,
then her crack, then all around her asshole in ever-tighter circles.

The onlookers chanted, "round and round and round she goes!", as
Jennier moaned and groaned and then outright screamed through the
rubber bit.

Then the tounge went in, and out, and in, and out. The lubricant had
all been licked off, but someone (presumably one of the mistresses),
started adding more in between licks, so that the torture continued.
Someone else (presumably the other mistress), held one of Jennifer's
hands and gently carressed it.

After what seemed like a long period of this tongue-fucking but which
was actually only a few minutes, Jennifer no longer needed anyone to
touch her clitoris or vagina in order to get off. She shivered, shook,
moaned, and then laughed (to the extent that one could laugh with that
thing in her mouth). She gave a great sigh of release, as the waves of
orgasm spread over her body. Lindsay stopped licking, and the entire
party could be heard high-fiving each other.

Jennifer was taken back to the exam room, untied, given another
shower, and told she could take the rest of the day off.


MORE TO CUM...

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