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Whatever It Takes Part 4 - Help is on the way?

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After a weekend of getting off Ms. Grayson in more perverted and disturbing ways, Hannah then had the humiliation of being driven in to work by the woman each day. Always bunched up in the trunk of her car, Ms. Grayson would check the coast was clear before letting Hannah scurry out, and race into the building to prepare Ms. Grayson's coffee and ensure she was kneeling by her desk while her boss strolled in casually. The first few days proved tough but she soon found she could do it fast enough if she ran the stairs instead of waiting for the lift.

It was on the Thursday that week though that things got interesting. While Hannah was on her lunch break her work best friend Lara stormed up to Ms. Grayson's office, and after knocking twice strolled in, surprising Ms. Grayson.

"I don't have an appointment with anyone in the finance department in my diary, you can't just storm in here like you own the place dear." Ms. Grayson put down her fork and looked the woman up and down. She had always admired Lara, hard working, well dressed, professional, a little dull for sure, but not bad to look at. Too bad Ms. Grayson couldn't get her where she wanted, the girl was engaged to a long term boyfriend and seemed as straight as an arrow.

"It's Lara" Lara said confidently "I'm here to talk about Hannah." She stepped confidently toward Ms. Grayson, she was sick of watching Hannah be a ditzy secretary all week and wanted answers.

"Oh. I'm not at liberty to discuss employment contracts with other staff members, you must know that sweetie." Ms. Grayson deflected, and gave a fake little smile to the young finance manager.

"You've done something to her, and I want to know what." Lara was standing by the desk now, she felt her nostrils flare.

Ms. Grayson was getting annoyed, this girl would be a pain if she kept sticking her nose in where it was unwanted, but then a devious idea came to mind.

"Listen darling, if you want to find out what's going on, why don't you invite little Hannah over to yours some time, I can't possibly dictate what she says to you out of work, and you can be satisfied knowing the truth from that little horses mouth. Now... trot along."

Lara felt fresh anger at the dismissal, but left, planning to do exactly as Ms. Grayson said and get to the bottom of this. Once Lara left the office Ms. Grayson picked up the phone to her friend in the IT department and made a unique request, she was assured it would be relatively simple and they would have the USB stick ready within the hour. Ms. Grayson grinned, she loved how eager those boys were to please her. After lunch and her special delivery she called Hannah to her office and explained the visit from Lara.

"Now Hannah, your little friend will probably invite you over for drinks this weekend. She wants to find out all your dirty little secrets, you don't want her to know what a needy slut you are do you?"

"No Mistress" replied Hannah.

"Good, now I want you to accept the invite, you will go see Lara, and explain how stressful you found the job, how stupid you felt and how you're much happier now. If you fuck up I'll make sure you pay for it dearly, understood?"

Hannah nodded eagerly, even if she had to lie she was so happy for a weekend out of that house, away from that evil woman. It had been bad enough watching video clips on Saturday of people taking all her stuff from her old apartment, hearing the money had been transferred to this evil bitch. She had cried herself to sleep thinking she will never get a chance away from this woman.

"Oh and one more thing", the woman added, picking up a non-descriptive innocuous USB stick and thrusting it into Hannah's palm. "You're to take this USB and plug it into all of Lara's computers you find. Do it undetected. If you fail then don't bother showing up again, you'll be dead to me."

"Mistress?" said Hannah, confused at the purpose.

"Don't question me bimbo, these are things you won't understand, just think of it as me helping you keep your sordid little secrets private. Just plug the USB in, wait until you here 3 distinct bleeps, unplug it and go. Got it?"

Hannah didn't really get it, but if it meant Ms. Grayson wouldn't tell her dirty secrets to Lara then she was happy to play this game. She left the office with a slight spring in her step, hanging out with Lara would be nice, just so long as the girl didn't grill her too much on the changes at work she could finally enjoy herself.

Later that day Hannah got a ping on her phone, a text from Lara. At the same time Ms. Grayson's phone also received a notification, letting her know the tracking software installed on Hannah's phone had picked up a message. She opened it up to read it and grinned mischievously.

Hey Hannah,

Soz for the text, didn't want that bitch of a boss knowing we are talking. Listen I really wanna catch up about things, I feel rude for how I acted last week when I found out your job changes. Took me by surprise is all. Anyways, cocktails round mine on Saturday? Tom is out of town on business so it will just us girlies! :) your Best Finance Friend - Lara xx

Hannah was quick to reply and they arranged a time, Hannah made it as early as possible, opting for 12pm, eager not to spend any Saturday in the clutches of Ms. Grayson. She knew she couldn't dare tell Lara they now lived together, so would have to be careful, but there was no way she could resist the urge to chat about normal stuff with someone again.

Saturday rolled around, and Hannah picked the least bimbo looking outfit in her wardrobe, it was from her work selection, as her home selection was reduced to slutty dresses and microskirts. The dress was still a little short, and the blouse a little tight, but it wasn't the worst, and Ms. Grayson was kind enough to let her scale back her makeup, lending the poor girl some more natural toned lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Hannah was truly thankful to Ms. Grayson who was being extra attentive that morning, reminding Hannah of the importance of the USB and checking Hannah had good enough answers to any questions Lara asked.

"Good girl, now be back here before 10pm, take your time, have fun." Ms. Grayson kissed Hannah seductively before pushing her out the door as the taxi pulled up.

Hannah arrived at Lara's place at jut gone 12, apologising profusely for being 2 minutes late, a fact that Lara unlike Hannah's boss, had no care about at all. Lara welcomed her inside, took her coat and got her settled in the front room, fetching them both a Mimosa to start.

The drinks flowed and Lara began to ask more and more about Hannah's career choice, but Hannah just jokingly played it off, saying how stressed she had been and how right now she just needed a step into something more comfortable. The more Hannah told it the easier the lie became, and after a while Lara stopped pressing her, and they talked about movies and Lara's wedding plans with Tom.

Hours flew by and after spilling a tiny drop of drink on herself Hannah reached into her purse to grab a napkin and spotted the USB stick. Shit, she thought, realising she would need to get this odd task done for her Mistress to avoid being utterly ruined. She sneaked it into her palm and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lara smiled, busy dancing to Taylor Swift and making them both mojitos in the kitchen she shouted out the directions for the bathroom. Hannah thanked her friend and headed in the general direction, checking each doorway along the way in the hunt for any electronic devices.

Hannah made her way upstairs and saw the bathroom in front of her. She then turned to the right and saw the door to Lara's bedroom ajar, and there on the bed was a laptop. Hannah felt blood rush to her head, as adrenaline kicked in. She had no real idea what she was about to do, part of her was reluctant, knowing it was unlikely to be a good thing for Lara. She hesitated for a moment, before reminding herself that if she failed she would have nothing, and pressed herself forward. Tiptoeing she got up to the bed, lifted the screen and watched the password screen flash up with Lara's pretty face on the icon. She plugged in the USB device and heard the familiar sound effect to say the device was recognised by the computer. The hard drive seemed to whirr for what felt like an eternity, and Hannah silently willed it to hurry up. Then just like that the fan died down and 3 audible electronic beeps could be heard. Hannah unplugged the device and went to the bathroom.

On her way out she noticed a small study across the upstairs hallway, and taking a moment to poke her head down the stairs she realised Lara was still busy dancing and stirring cocktails. Hannah took another deep breath and headed into the study. She noticed on the left a huge bookshelf with some fantastic novels as well as encyclopedias and travel journals, and on the right a desktop computer sat idle. Moving the mouse brought it to life and she saw this must be Tom's work computer from the lock screen. Hannah again popped the USB stick in a front port, and this time had to wait very little time for the 3 beeps, clearly the more powerful machine had run whatever was on this USB much faster. Satisfied Hannah quickly left, taking a moment to ensure she hadn't missed anything in the other guest room upstairs.

Hannah quickly headed back downstairs, satisfied with herself and rejoined Lara in the kitchen after hiding the USB back in her drawer, just in time to be passed one of the best Mojitos she had ever tasted.

Across town Ms. Grayson was enjoying a bottle of red wine on her couch as her friend Ms. Parker sent video files of Lucy's first day on the job, the poor secretary 's mouth busy between the woman's thighs licking hungrily as the camera was pointed in her face.

Just then Ms. Grayson's phone rang, with the ID listing her contact in the IT department.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, sorry to bother you on the weekend, but you told me to inform you when any new devices were added to the EagleEye software I sorted for you. Just letting you know two new machines are now connected to it, you can access them through that link I sent you. Won't be much use until someone logs in and the keyloggers can do their thing, but in the meantime it's transferring all the hard drive data to your private servers. Hope this helps solve your suspected fraud issue."

Ms. Grayson grinned and slipped a finger between her legs as she watched another video of juicy Lucy being abused. What a delightful weekend.

Hannah arrived back home at 9pm, a little drunk, and shivered as Ms. Grayson embraced her warmly.

"Darling, you're home, wonderful. And you did such a good job for me yes?" Hannah confirmed what the woman already knew. "Wonderful, wonderful, you've earned yourself a lovely reward, tonight you can sleep on the end of my bed once you've given me one of those special kisses I do adore."

Hannah gulped. She knew the special kisses involved Hannah's tongue on Ms. Grayson's clit, but the prospect of a bed instead of that cage was most welcome, so she did her best to show gratitude.

"Thank you Mistress, you're too kind."

With that Ms. Grayson had the girl strip and fetch her collar, then leashed her and lead her up to her room to give her orgasm after orgasm as she waited excitedly for the next part of her plan to fall into place.

Lara was feeling incredibly merry as she dragged herself up to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Tom and decided to be a little naughty. She switched on her laptop, intending to send him one of the naughty videos she had taken earlier, now stored securely on her private cloud account. As she logged in a pop-up in the bottom corner read 'Unknown device removed successfully'. Thinking nothing of it she closed it, opened her emails and attached a saucy video of her teasing the camera in her favourite lingerie.

Then she bit her lip as she messaged her Fiance.

Tom, can you take a look at the email I just sent, think this will be important for your trip. xxx

Ms. Grayson's laptop, sitting on the desk of her study began receiving data files and screenshots, with a notification lighting up on the EagleEye app.

The next day was Sunday, a day Hannah dreaded. She was expected to do chores. Polishing the floor, dusting, doing the washing. Ms. Grayson seemed in a good mood as Hannah made her breakfast, still naked apart from the collar around her neck. Her Mistress was in a black satin robe that clung to her curves sensually. She was holding her laptop as she skipped past Hannah before settling herself on her large comfy couch and switching the laptop on.

Hannah brought her some toast and a mug of coffee, then knelt as asked, head bowed so Ms. Grayson could use her as a footrest as she nibbled on the toast and fired up the EagleEye app.

The hard drives were still uploading to the cloud servers, and once they were done Ms. Grayson would send them to her lawyer for analysis. Under the guise she was investigating fraud she would ask if any dirt could be found. Her lawyer had access to an excellent digital forensics team so she was hoping there might be some kind of thread to pull on that would unravel little Lara.

In the meantime though she saw Hannah's little betrayal mission had paid off already, the app showed screenshots of Lara's laptop sending what appeared to be an explicit video stored on a cloud server. Opening up the keylogging doc revealed exactly what username and password she would need to access it. Just minutes later, Ms. Grayson dropped her toast back on the plate as she was met with a treasure trove of smut. Videos and photos of Lara, posing in various stages of undress, being used, sucking what she assumed was her fiance's cock, being taken from behind by Tom, playing with herself.

Ms. Grayson let out a moan as she quickly hit download on the images. "Oh Hannah, look oh look, come on, head up, look what a lovely gift you gave me yesterday."

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson lift her feet off the girl's back and raised her head to look as the woman span her laptop round and hit play on a video file. Hannah let out a gasp as she watched Lara, legs spread, masturbating to the camera, her face in crystal clear focus as she moaned through her performance.

"No... what did you do?" Hannah felt dizzy.

"Me? Oh no, all you darling, you gave me little Lara on a plate, aren't you happy? You've made Mistress soooo wet."

Hannah looked down in shame, she had delivered her friend into this woman's evil clutches, she had to warn her somehow. It would have to wait until work on Monday, when she could slip her a note or something without Ms. Grayson noticing.

All through Sunday Hannah's boss could be heard giggling as her laptop pinged with notifications. Ms. Grayson would watch as another website login was acquired, and soon she had access to Lara's life, with everything from her online banking to her travel air miles loyalty points. The control was delicious, and kept the woman constantly aroused. Hannah was constantly being pulled off chores to service her, each time receiving detailed reports of what Ms. Grayson had discovered. "Did you know little Lara was planning a big wedding in the Bahamas? She's looking at hotels right now" or "Oh my naughty Lara, ordering some new lingerie to impress your man? I do look forward to you posing in that for me." Hannah just licked and lapped, hoping the woman would get bored of prying into her poor friends life.

At some point the hard drive upload completed, and Ms. Grayson fired off an email to her lawyer with the links and a request to report on any anomalies found as soon as possible. She wasn't expecting anything, but any leverage she could get she would most certainly use for the next part of her plan.

Next she messaged her IT department expert, and requested Lara's work laptop be added to EagleEye. This was apparently super easy, as the company had tools already for monitoring and accessing work property, so it was just moments later that Ms. Grayson gained access to it. With a smile she launched the file manager, and began queuing up a selection of files, that would move to Lara's work PC the moment she went online with it. Satisfied for the evening, she took Hannah to her cage and locked her in, then went up to her room to sleep and dream of all the ways the next part of her plan would go down.

Monday at work was hell for Hannah. While almost everything was improving - with no one bothering her at all now about her place and her duties being straight forward, she kept trying to find a way to get Lara in private, with no such luck. She hastily scrawled a note simply saying 'You need to get out. Now.' and left it on Lara's desk, before quickly returning to her own.

When Lara spotted it she looked around, unsure who sent it at first or how immediate the supposed danger was. She looked over at Hannah, but Hannah was busying herself in her work, she didn't want Lara trying to talk to her about it here where Ms. Grayson could notice.

Ms. Grayson was busy most of the day talking to her lawyer, who let her know the forensics team were scouring the data as they spoke but had found nothing so far in the obvious places. The woman was not too worried, she didn't need that part of her plan to work for a success, but she held out inviting Lara in for a chat until she was sure.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty 'normal' by all accounts of the word's meaning now, although Hannah had heightened anxiety. On Wednesday evening however, something interesting happened. Ms. Grayson was browsing her laptop when the EagleEye tool pinged a notification. 30, then 40, then 50 files were being deleted from Tom's desktop machine all at once. She raised an eyebrow as the total hit 62, and tried to open them to no avail. Shit, she thought, worried she might miss something and quickly hit stop on the auto clone backup of the hard drives. Whatever was gone she wanted copies. She noted down the file extension paths for all 62 files (luckily most were the same and appeared to be emails from a similar directory) and then she quickly forwarded the info to her lawyer. Her heart began to race, had she found something?

The next day Ms. Grayson was at work when her lawyer called. Hannah had just finished her morning routine and was leaving the office when she picked up on the excitement in her boss' voice and panicked. She needed to find Lara, right now.

"So you see Ms. Grayson, their attempt to delete the files gave us a bright 'look over here' beacon. Looks like Lara has been helping Tom with some questionable tax loopholes."

"I see" Ms. Grayson licked her lips, sensing her hunt was about to get a kill "questionable but still lawful, or..."

"oh no, they're trying to use a pretty clever loophole around multi-income homes, but due to Tom's freelance work they are under valuating the finances he earns. Hard to prove if they had deleted the files and covered it up with some clever accounting, but luckily you caught that. There's emails with both of them discussing his income and then some deleted invoices, my guess is he's going to recreate these with new dates on them to ensure they get a better tax bracket. It's fraud Ms. Grayson."

Ms. Grayson nearly came right there. The other part of her plan was now nothing compared to this juicy information. She thanked her Lawyer and asked for a report with all incriminating files as soon as possible. The lawyer promised it within the hour.

Hannah was walking fast, Lara wasn't at her desk, which panicked her more, but she decided it was likely a good thing, she could pin her friend down somewhere quiet and have more time to warn her. She found Lara in the canteen, eating lunch with a few other finance execs.

"Lara we need to go now" Hannah said firmly, and Lara just shook her head.

"Listen, if your boss wants to talk to me tell her she can wait until after my lunch, she's not my direct line manager, she doesn't have any control over me." Lara smiled softly after saying this while all Hannah could think was she controls a lot more than you think.

"Please Lara, it's not her, I really need to talk to you." Hannah practically begged, and Lara noticed the girl was visibly shaking. Lara's mood softened.

"OK let's go, just say where." Lara then followed Hannah to a stairwell. Once Hannah checked it was clear she issued her frantic warning.

"Listen Lara, you need to go, you need to get out of this company. You need to run, Ms. Grayson is -"

Lara tried to cut her off "I knew it, what's that bitch done, I'm gonna get her so bad, did she make you move? She blackmailing you?" Lara had a hundred questions of her own, but all this did was frustrate Hannah.

"Yes, no look, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself, ever since you got on her radar she's been after you, I don't know what she's done but you're running out of time. Please, save yourself."

Lara ignored Hannah, she felt her own blood boil. This bitch had broken one of her best friends, had humiliated the girl into taking some weird secretary role way below her skill set, and now was trying to what? dickwave herself at Lara to show power. Fuck that.

Lara stormed past Hannah, heading directly to Ms. Grayson's office, as Hannah chased after, trying to stop her.

Moments later Ms. Grayson's door barged open, no courtesy knock this time, as Lara strutted menacingly over to the desk.

"Ms. Phillips, need I remind you not to barge in without an appointment, again I see no calendar invite, I do hope this doesn't become a weekly occurrence." Ms. Grayson sneered.

Lara Phillips could not have been more angry at that point.

"No you listen here missy. I know you did something to Hannah here, this isn't her, she's not a bimbo. She doesn't dress in pink heels or wear bright pink lipstick, so whatever little blackmail you've got going on you can stop it right now and give her old job back." Lara's hands begun to shake with the fury, which was only made worse by Ms. Grayson's smile turning almost predatory in response.

"My my my, hear that Hannah?" Hannah, who had followed Lara all the way in to the office, looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Little Lara here thinks you look like a stupid bimbo. I am inclined to agree, but Lara, you wave the word blackmail around with so little proof. That's a wild accusation, where is your evidence?"

Lara faltered, Hannah had all but admitted it right? She turned to Hannah, who couldn't even look her friend in the eye.

"Hannah said -" Lara started, before Ms. Grayson raised an eyebrow and interjected "Oh did she now? What pray tell, did Hannah say hmm?" Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair, savouring the moment as she mentally began to circle her prey.

"She told me to run from you, told me it was too late for her and to save myself. I'm not scared of you, you evil psychopathic bitch." Lara felt good getting the words out. Hannah blushed behind her, knowing full well that this wasn't her moment of rescue, that there would be consequences for trying to warn Lara.

Ms. Grayson let out a laugh, almost like a cackle, before standing up from her desk, imposing her taller height on Lara, who nervously took a step back.

"As I suspected, no evidence. Little lost Lara, let me explain something. When you want to get your way in life, you use leverage. That leverage can come in all shapes and sizes, and usually requires evidence. For example you coming in here accusing me of blackmailing poor Hannah here, who might just get her rocks off playing as my dumb bimbo secretary. No evidence, no leverage, you have nothing, therefore you don't get your way."

Lara felt her stomach drop in dread, but said nothing as Ms. Grayson walked around the desk and stood inches from her, continuing her monologue.

"Compare that to what I have. I have a selection of video files found on company property, on the laptop of one Ms. Lara Phillips. Now Lara, need I remind you it is against company policy to have pornography of any kind on work property? And yet our corporate security team found these."

Ms. Grayson spun her work laptop around and hit play as Lara felt herself freeze up. On the screen was a video of her masturbating. Ms. Grayson pushed a button, up popped Lara sucking her fiancee's cock complete with sounds.

"You... how?... what the fuck..." Lara felt giddy.

"Quite the performance little lady, I can't deny, I got a little turned on watching you rub that needy little slit for the camera. But there's a time and a place for such perversions, and work I'm afraid, is not it."

Ms. Grayson was now inches from Lara's face, Lara could smell her perfume, could feel the woman's breath on her ear as she almost seductively whispered the last part of the sentence.

Lara was confused, angry, and scared. "I never put them on there, I wouldn't, someone... you... you set me up!" Lara's lip was trembling.

"Evidence dear, evidence, what was the point in me talking so much if it just goes in one ear out the other. On the contrary, this evidence is now with corporate security, who will investigate to the full extent, and I'm afraid, it's not looking good for you.

"Please", Lara couldn't believe it, she was being set up. She needed this job, she couldn't believe she had ignored Hannah. She should have run, even if it was too late, she didn't want to give this evil bitch the satisfaction of lording it over her in this office. "What... what do you want?" she gulped as she asked.

"Ahh see now we are getting somewhere. But I am afraid things are not so simple with your case. You see, I do hate when people go prying into my business, like you went prying with Hannah here. She belongs to me, dear - and I protect my property. So I figured I might have to do a little prying of my own to nip this all in the bud."

Lara's ears were ringing and it took every part of her to remain focused and stop from throwing up.

"I found a way to look into my little problem girl Lara, and what did I find, besides a camera happy whore?"

Lara hated where this was going, this woman was dangerous, and she had underestimated her completely.

"You don't know? Oh I think you do, you and Tom have been getting very creative with your taxes hmm... so sweet how you are helping him commit fraud. Such a lovely couple, do you think he will find a lover as pretty as you in prison Lara?"

Lara fell to her knees sobbing. "H-how... what... what have you done?"

"Me? Oh Lara I've done nothing but report the truth. I suspect you and your husband to be will have a knock from the authorities this evening, maybe you can have one last meal together before they come? Maybe suck his cock like you do so well in this video." Ms. Grayson laughed again.

"As for how", she continued, "my new secretary proved quite the little spy for me when she went to yours last weekend. A few trojan tools installed and your whole world was mine. Say thank you to Hannah for that."

The betrayal felt like a punch to her gut. Hannah knelt by Lara, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend. "Lara I - she didn't give me a choice, I told you, this is how she gets you. I couldn't..."

"Oh shh Hannah, stop blabbering both of you. I'm not so cruel as to just send your friend and her fiance off to prison, after all what have I been talking about all this time?" Ms. Grayson slowly walked around the girls as they knelt and sobbed together.

"Leverage" Laura spat, the rage returning. She didn't blame Hannah, as much as it hurt, she was all to aware now how deviant this woman was. All her anger was focused at Ms. Grayson, who was enjoying every moment of the girl's battle with emotions.

"Exactly, see, you're learning. Leverage. Which brings us back to what I want Lara. And I'm afraid you might not like the answer."

Lara panted, trying to control her breathing, trying to resist the urge to jump up and beat the living shit out of this maniac.

Ms. Grayson felt her own panties slicken with each new moment of this girl's taming. Watching Lara's flame slowly extinguish as she became more passive was oh so delicious.

"For so long now, I've wanted a live at home slave. Someone so totally... leveraged... that she will do anything and everything, that she will throw her entire life away just to serve me, for fear of the consequences."

Hannah looked up at this point, knowing now how much worse things were about to get.

"Hannah here came pretty close. The little bimbo made the mistake of begging me for a job and being so desperate to get it she would humiliate and expose herself. It backfired sure, but Hannah can still leave. She might not have a career wherever she goes, but she can try to rebuild her life. A few humiliating photos be damned. Isn't that right girly?"

Hannah realised she was being spoken to and nodded "Yes... Mistress." No point hiding Ms. Grayson's title now.

"The thing with Hannah though, is deep down, she enjoys it. She was soaking wet when I first tied her up, and lead her into a room full of people to lick cum off my floor, weren't you?"

Hannah again nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Lara looked at her with disgust and confusion.

"So you see Lara, Hannah here would probably have been enough for me, a dumb bimbo I could control who is never going to run away because she enjoys it just too much."

Hannah felt utterly exposed, her dirty secrets aired to the world. Sure she would never have agreed to any of this without being coaxed, but she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs at each humiliation, at each moment control was snatched from her.

"And Lara, I almost pity you" Ms. Grayson bent down and lifted Lara's chin with her hand, looking the girl in her pretty eyes. "At first all I wanted was to get enough Leverage on you to ensure you backed off. To keep you compliant. Maybe force you to move elsewhere where you couldn't meddle in my little fun with Hannah, and gosh you were so close to that being the outcome today."

Lara felt her body blush, this woman was pretending to have some level of ethics, despite how fucked up this all was. Despite the slow horror being revealed to her.

"But then my lawyer found your dirty little secret, and oh how dirty it is. Filthier even than little Hannah here's panties after a day servicing me. Not just humiliating. Incriminating."

The words sent new jolts of fear through Lara, and conversely sent jolts of pleasure through Ms. Grayson.

"You must understand how a woman with my...urges, couldn't possibly pass up such a delicious opportunity."

Lara let out a pathetic "Please...no..." as Ms. Grayson rested a heel on her shoulder, forcing Lara's face to the floor.

"Little Lara Phillips, a true straight girl. Not even a little curious about women no? And yet... what would you do to stop yourself going to prison? What would you do to stop your future husband going to prison?"

Lara felt the heel digging in to her with each mention of prison as Ms. Grayson drove her point home. Only after the silence became deafening did Lara realise the lecherous pervert was waiting for an answer.

"...anything..." the word came out of Lara's throat so tinny, it was barely audible. Ms. Grayson prodded her again with a heel.

"What's that, I couldn't quite catch it?" Ms. Grayson teased.

"A-anything" Lara said again, her will crumbling.

"Anythiiing..." Ms. Grayson replied seeming to want another word attached, and Lara, following the cue from Hannah earlier gulped as she worked out what it was.

"Anything, Mistress." Ms. Grayson removed her foot from Lara's shoulder blade at this and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now stand up, strip down to your lingerie and give me a show, I do so enjoy your taste in undergarments, so much more stylish than the pink skanky stuff my little bimbo here wears.

Lara began moving, peeling off her office clothes to reveal a matching bra and panties with holdups. Ms. Grayson eyed her hungrily.

"Good girl, now I am not one for patience, so from here on out you will do as I say, when I say it and say 'Yes Mistress' when you do. If I catch you trying to resist I'll just submit your evidence to the anonymous Tax investigation reporting site and watch you and Tom carted off in handcuffs. Clear?"

Lara nodded before quickly adding "Yes... Mistress".

Ms. Grayson smiled, pulling a white choker from her drawer and attaching it around the neck of her new prey before stripping down to her own lingerie.

"Hannah, be a darling and lock the door. You can sit in the corner and quietly masturbate for being such a good girl, no cumming though."

Hannah quickly stood up and obeyed, heading to the door, flicking it locked before kneeling on the floor at the back of the room and stuffing her hand down her panties as she watched the woman she called Mistress begin to have her way with her work BFF. She let out a moan loud enough that Lara noticed and looked at her friend with shock.

Ms. Grayson grabbed Lara by the hair, pushing her against a wall, pinning her arm behind her back. She gave the girl a spank on her beautiful bottom, watching it wobble in the aftershock.

"Oh Lara, don't mind Hannah, I keep her on edge so she's always this horny, don't feel ashamed, she finds your total submission attractive. I must say, I have to agree with her." Ms. Grayson whispered in Lara's ear, as her hands groped up the poor girl, who let out a frustrated cry. Maybe... if she just let this woman have her way once she could get out of here and fix this somehow.

Obediently Lara followed the woman's every instruction, falling to her knees, and learning to lick and kiss Ms. Grayson wherever she demanded, all while Hannah edged herself over and over to the sight before her.

For Ms. Grayson the feeling of controlling this unwilling victim was euphoric. She was addicted. Watching the girl's willpower shatter, she obediently learned to worship Ms. Grayson and feared for her and her fiance's freedom too much to argue. It was total control, and it gave Ms. Grayson the biggest orgasm of her life as she rode Lara's face. She pushed the finance manager back onto the floor, and collapsed in her comfy leather chair, truly sated.

Lara, dizzy from the moment, lay there catching her breath, wiping the wet smears off her face, while Hannah slowly retracted her hand from her panties, still turned on and frustrated by the lack of orgasm.

Ms. Grayson took a moment to compose herself before speaking matter of factly to Hannah. "Hannah, see to it that Ms. Phillips has a box for her things and her resignation letter submitted by the end of the day."

"Yes Mistress" nodded Hannah, who was then dismissed from the room.

"But I... I did as you asked... you can't fire me. Please." Lara was confused, the red hot shame of the act still coursing through her.

"Oh Lara, you seem to be confused. We can hardly keep some porn addicted tax fraud on the books, especially in finance, imagine if that got out! Goodness no. You are finished here. You did as I asked yes. Not to keep your job. To stop you and that fiance of yours from going to prison. And you'll continue to do as I ask, understood?"

"But..." Lara thought better of it, knowing she was truly trapped. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now before you leave here's what's going to happen in order for you to avoid the orange jumpsuit or whatever they wear these days." Lara groaned.

"You're to leave Tom. You can make up whatever excuse you like, but your relationship is over. If you need help making a lie up just ask Hannah, the little slut has grown good at being a sneaky bimbo. You want him to lead a happy prison free life? It doesn't have you in the picture."

Lara felt the words sting. Reality felt like a ton of bricks being lowered on to her, she struggled to breathe.

"You have until next weekend to do this. He might not take it so bad, after all he still has a promising career ahead, unlike you."

God, Lara hated this woman so much. Such a spiteful way with words. She truly was a psychopath.

"Next Saturday I expect you at my address at 8am sharp. Hannah can give it to you. You will wear your best lingerie, and most revealing slutty outfit. That is all. Everything else will be provided by myself upon arrival. You might be jobless, but you won't be homeless, I take good care of my slaves."

Lara was then told to get dressed and get out. She left the office and was met by Hannah holding a box for her. "I'm sorry Lara... truly."

Lara looked at the sorrow in Hannah's eyes and felt her own tears begin to fall, as the two made their way to her desk to pack her things up.

Meanwhile Ms. Grayson closed her eyes, imagining all the fun she would finally have with her own permanent 24/7 slave, especially with slutty little Hannah to help train her up.

Ms. Grayson knew she would do whatever it takes to ensure Lara and Hannah remained hers forever. Whatever it takes.

Whatever It Takes Part 3 - A new home

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Ms. Grayson kept Hannah on the boil for the rest of the Friday, using the remote control sex toy to tease the girl as she kept her in the private office doing humiliating chores for the woman. She instructed Lucy to ensure they were not disturbed, so Hannah remained almost naked as she licked shoes clean, gave foot rubs, licked envelopes and acted as a footrest for her wicked boss.

Hannah was in a daze. The humiliating defeat at the hands of her boss had almost totally broken her and she no longer gave up resistance. The toy buzzing inside her kept her wet and distracted, while a numbness of the situation washed over her, her mind reeling after signing over legal powers to this nasty woman.

Ms. Grayson spent the afternoon teasing Hannah, both physically with the toy, as well as verbally. "Oh Hannah", she would say, with a dramatic sigh, "just this time last week you were coming to my office to ask for a promotion, your career aspirations all layed out in front of you" she ran a foot along Hannah's dripping wet panty crotch as she said this. "Now look at you, a whole new career. Finally a job you deserve. We can celebrate tonight yes? A little private party once I've shown you your room and got you settled in. Just us two girlies having fun. Won't that be nice?"

Hannah let out a soft moan, Ms. Grayson ever so slightly increasing the toy's power as she asked the question. Tonight was what Hannah had been dreading most. This whole week had been building to this. Her new outfits, piercings, all of the old Hannah being tossed away. Her mind had tried to shut off the thoughts, that this woman was going to make her live under the same roof. There would be no getting away, no escape.

"Yes Mistress" Hannah finally replied, causing Ms. Grayson to curl her lips into a cruel smile again.

"Good girl, so obedient now, so pliant. And I hear Lucy is going to help by running a little yard sale this weekend to get rid of all your old junk? Her new boss, Ms. Parker gave her that suggestion, so kind isn't it? Have you thanked Lucy for helping you become my new fuck toy and keeping your weekend nice and free for me to settle you in?"

This woman had some nerve calling the majority of Hannah's possessions junk. Hannah had no surprises in hearing that other old pervert woman Ms. Parker had been involved in hastening Hannah's demise, not after the party last Friday anyway. "Yes Mistress I said thank you yesterday" she replied, before returning to licking the dirt off one of Ms. Grayson's sets of shoes.

"Oh no pet, that simply won't do. Let me call her in here and you can give a proper thank you." Ms. Grayson immediately picked up her phone and dialed the receptionist. "Lucy dear, please come in the office please." Was it just Hannah, or did Lucy seem to be getting treated nicer now Ms. Grayson had her cruel eyes set on new prey?

The door opened and in walked Lucy, a little nervous she stood in the middle of the room.

"Ahh Lucy, Hannah here was just telling me she hasn't given you a proper thank you for helping her?" Ms. Grayson eyed the young secretary expectantly.

"Umm... no... Mistress" Lucy agreed, although she had been fine with the thank you from Hannah previously, she knew better than to argue.

Ms. Grayson then ordered Hannah to lay down on her back in the centre of the room. She then had Lucy remove her underwear and 'reward incentive' and stand over her replacement secretary.

"Now Lucy, you get nice and comfy on Hannah's face, and Hannah you show Lucy how thankful you are of your new position. Lucy consider this your reward from me for 2 years of delicious service."

Ms. Grayson pulled out her phone and began recording as Lucy lowered herself onto Hannah.

Hannah watched as Lucy's pussy got closer and closer, before her whole world was engulfed in the girl's flesh, going dark as her face disappeared beneath her skirt. She felt Lucy's wetness on her chin as the girl begin to grind. Hannah brought out her tongue, and obediently began to lick.

"Ohhhh fuckkk" groaned Lucy, arching her back as Hannah's tongue found the sweet spot. Lucy never felt so turned on, she always had to do the licking usually, never once had Ms. Grayson ordered someone to lick her, and it felt magical.

Hannah could feel her colleague's increased arousal, as her mouth soon filled with pussy juice and she had to swallow to avoid any more mess. Ms. Grayson giggled and slipped her hand beneath her skirt to tease her own clit as she watched the girls on her floor, thankful of the relatively decent soundproofing of the room stopping Lucy's moans from being audible externally.

Hannah felt her head get hot and sweaty under the skirt, as her tongue began to tire finally Lucy let out a guttural moan as her orgasm took her, bucking hard on Hannah's face, using the poor girl's nose as much as her tongue to take her over the edge. Hannah felt her lipstick smear as her face was soaked in sweat and cum.

"Congratulations Lucy, I now release you from my service and into Ms. Parker's. I look forward to visiting next month." Lucy blushed, knowing all too well what client visits entailed and went to put the remote toy back in her pussy. "Oh no dear, please return that to my secretary for cleaning, you won't be needing it any more."

Lucy pulled her panties back up and looked down at Hannah, who was still laying on the floor catching her breath. A look of guilt swept across Lucy's face before she bent down and slowly lowered the gooey toy into Hannah's panting mouth.

Ms. Grayson laughed watching Hannah take the silicone egg in her mouth with surprise as Lucy strutted out of the office.

"Stay where you are Hannah, don't get up until you've cleaned her grimey little cunt juices off my property." Hannah let out a sigh and sucked and licked at the toy until she was certain it must be clean.

At around 4:30pm, some 2 hours later, Hannah was finally allowed to get dressed and exit Ms. Grayson's office. She helped Lucy who was busy packing up her own things ready for the move. Many colleagues came by to wish her the best of luck, while Hannah just got the odd funny look. By 6pm most of the office had emptied, and Hannah felt some relief, it had been a horrible week. That was until she remembered she wasn't going home tonight. Lucy went into Ms. Grayson's office one last time, and Hannah wondered what was being said to her as she waited outside, busying herself with menial tasks. Another hour passed before Lucy left, hair slightly disheveled and makeup smeared. She looked at Hannah and spoke softly.

"Good luck Hannah, if you give me your apartment key I'll sort everything for you back there. Just... do as she says and you'll be fine." Lucy wiped the tear trickling down Hannah's cheek, gave the girl a quick hug, picked up her purse and left.

Hannah had never felt more alone. She watched the remainder of the office empty out and soon it was gone 7pm. She was just wondering if maybe she struck lucky and the woman who held the key to her whole life had dropped dead in her private office, when a familiar feeling came back. Oh god, thought Hannah, as the silicone vibrator began to rumble inside her. That bitch. She's getting me wet... getting me ready for her. Hannah let out a moan and rolled her hips in her chair as her eyes began to glaze. Suddenly the door behind opened and out strutted Ms. Grayson in her large expensive fur coat. She looked at Hannah, who was still too distracted by the vibrations between her thighs to notice her tormentor standing there watching.

The vibrations suddenly stopped and Hannah flushed red on looking up behind her to see Ms. Grayson licking her lips. "Oh gosh... ahh.. sorry Ms. Grayson... I -" Hannah started before being quickly cut off.

"Oh shhh little slug, we both know you were busy sliming up your panties, now hurry up and grab your stuff, time to settle you in."

Hannah quickly grabbed her coat and purse, as well of the bag of remaining 'approved' items she had been allowed to take to her new home and hurried to catch up with Ms. Grayson. They arrived at her car, a modern white BMW that gleamed in the setting sun, kept spotlessly clean by the meticulous owner.

Hannah went to get in but was quickly stopped by her boss. "Ah ah ah, the seats are for people. I don't want you sliming up the place. Put your stuff on the back seat and follow me. Bring your collar."

Hannah grabbed her collar and then put her coat and bags on the back seat. She followed Ms. Grayson round to the back of the vehicle, where the woman popped the trunk, revealing an interior covered with a puffy baby pink blanket and frilly pillow. Hannah's jaw dropped. She wasn't expected to... surely not?

Ms. Grayson wasted no time taking the collar from Hannah's hand and slipping it round the girl's neck, locking it in place. Then she looked down at the girl expectantly.

"A little bimbo bed for a little bimbo girl. Hurry up and get in before anyone sees."

Hannah obliged, seeing no other choice (she was getting used to that unnervingly fast for her own mind), resting her head on the soft pillow she looked up at the woman with a glint of fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry slut, you can cream yourself all you like on this blanket, it's what it's here for." With that the door was slammed down, trapping Hannah in the darkness.

Moments passed, as Hannah waited for the purr of the engine to start. As it did, shortly after she felt the familiar vibration of the reward incentive in her pussy begin to work its magic, teasing her into squirming as the car pulled off to take her to a new home.

Hannah let out a gasp as the toy switched off just after the car pulled to a stop. The trunk was popped and Ms. Grayson watched the girl struggle to clamber out into what appeared to be the garage space of Ms. Grayson's home. Her head was giddy from the sensory deprivation of the dark back of the car. Ms. Grayson ordered Hannah to her knees, and attached a leash to her collar and gave it a tug.

Hannah was lead out of the garage through a door into the main house. She began to recognise her surroundings as she was lead past the lounge (a flashback in her mind replayed her moment licking cum from the wooden floor next to Lucy just one week ago) and into the main hallway, with the stairs looming above her. Hannah was trying to imagine the room she was being offered, maybe some guest bedroom upstairs? She hadn't seen any rooms on the ground floor that were a bedroom.

Ms. Grayson lead the girl toward the stairs, but instead of going up them stopped beside them. Then she pushed in a panel and a hidden hinge clicked open in the panel revealing what would usually be the utility space under the stairs. Hannah gulped. Oh no. Reluctantly she followed Ms. Grayson into the entrance of the small space.

As far as under stairs utility spaces go it was arguably quite spacious, but almost the entirety of the narrow floor space was taken up by a large cage with a padded top, smaller than a single bed in width and height. Thick metal bars ran along it on all sides, while the top was covered in a thick layer of padded red leather. Hannah blinked, this has to be a joke.

Hanging above the bed/cage was a metal rail from which Hannah's small selection of remaining clothes were hung, as well as a few additions she had never seen before - maid outfits, pvc and latex dresses, hoods and masks. Tucked away opposite the cage was a small cupboard, where Hannah assumed the rest of her clothing items, lingerie and shoes had been put.

"In you go then slut, make yourself at home." Ms. Grayson unclipped the leash and gave Hannah a firm swat on her ass. Hannah crawled into the space and began awkwardly clambering onto the padded leather bed above the cage.

"Oh no dimwit. Get down from there, into the cage bimbo, the bed isn't for your comfort, it's for your guests comfort when you entertain them." Ms. Grayson gripped Hannah's collar with her fingers and yanked her back forcefully, kicking open the cage door and pushing Hannah inside before shutting it. Hannah looked back at her as a dead bolt was slotted in, and a large padlock was clicked in place. Hannah whimpered.

"Now, Mistress is going to order herself some takeaway on your phone, I'll bring you any leftovers. You just take some time to explore your new home."

With this, Ms. Grayson giggled and walked away, closing the panel leaving Hannah in total darkness.

Hannah lost track of time, she felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable with the thin blanked she had been given. She tried to think, wondering if there was any way she could get out of this but gave up and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Some time later she heard a loud bang and the panel swing open. "Oopsie" giggled Ms. Grayson, clearly not sober after likely enjoying some wine with her meal Hannah had paid for. The woman switched on a lamp and Hannah blinked to adjust her eyes as a box of half eaten rice and noodles was passed to her through the bars.

"Dinner time girly, but save some room for dessert." Ms. Grayson winked at Hannah. Hannah looked down at the messy contents of the box. Some of it looked like it had been chewed up and spat out, which was then confirmed. "Oh yeah those bits tasted disgusting, couldn't stomach it, but a nasty pig like you should love it."

Ms. Grayson crouched down and watched as Hannah tried to work out what to do. She was so hungry but the 'meal' was less than appetising. And there was no cutlery, how the fuck was she supposed to eat it with no cutlery.

Hannah went to scoop some rice in her hand when Ms. Grayson spoke out. "What do you think you are doing? Pigs don't use their hands do they? and where are your manners?" Ms. Grayson picked up the box, pulling it away from Hannah.

"No - please... sorry Mistress... thank you Mistress... please I'm sorry." Hannah felt herself begin to tear up.

Ms. Grayson again applied her fake soothing voice as she leaned forward to stroke Hannah's chin with her other hand.

"Aww it's OK Hanny, I know you're stupid, I should have remembered what a dumb bimbo you are and given clearer instructions shouldn't I?" Hannah hated being called Hanny, nobody called her that, it wasn't even a common nickname of Hannah, but she nodded and agreed, if for no other reason than because it kept Ms. Grayson talking softly to her, even if it was degrading.

"There there" continued Ms. Grayson, as she slowly rotated the wrist of the hand holding the box of food, "now, use that sloppy piggy mouth of yours and eat up every last bit of this food from the floor of your cage." Globs of rice and vegetables dropped onto the wooden floorboards by the cage door, forming a small pile before sauce dribbled over it. However unappetising it had looked in the box, it looked a whole lot less so now. Hannah closed her eyes as Ms. Grayson removed the box and leant her hand back in, gripping Hannah by her hair and pulling her face into the steaming pile of food. Guided by her new Mistress, Hannah felt the rice against her lips, opened her mouth and took some in. It wasn't as bad as it looked, except the spicy part that her Mistress had half chewed up and spat out. She quickly swallowed it, still being tugged by her hair to each remaining chunk of food. Then Hannah was ordered to stick her tongue out, while Ms. Grayson guided her across the floor like a mop, picking up stray grains of rice, noodle and sauce spots.

"Good girl" praised Ms. Grayson, satisfied with her victim's humiliation. "Now let's get you cleaned up, your obedience has me all wet and I want to play."

Ms. Grayson showed poor Hannah a little slither of decency, fetching a wet wipe to wipe the sticky food from Hannah's face. Then she opened the cage and lead Hannah out, on a leash and crawling of course, this time upstairs to Ms. Grayson's bedroom.

Hannah was ordered to strip but leave her hot pink heels (that matched her stupid ugly bimbo earrings) and lay face down on the bed. A matching hot pink ballgag was inserted, causing Hannah to grunt, before Ms. Grayson began tightly roping up Hannah until she was bound in a neat hogtie.

Ms. Grayson stood back to admire her work, feeling her pussy soak at the sight of Hannah wriggling. It was so hot she decided to add an incentive. "Oh Hanny, you look so cute squirming like that. Tell you what, if you can untie yourself and take out the ballgag and say the words 'please let me go' I will forget our whole little arrangement and give you that promotion you so desperately sought. You have until I cum."

Hannah didn't need telling twice. She pulled with all her might, she kicked and turned, flexing the rope as she did so. Hannah's eyes were closed, her concentration fully on her own chance to escape this mess. Ms. Grayson slowly, methodically undressed herself, never taking her eyes off the girl helplessly twitching on her bed. She took her time to get completely naked before grabbing her favourite vibrator and seductively positioning herself on the bed so that with her legs spread, Hannah's writhing body was mere inches from her glistening sex. Ms. Grayson let out a satisfied sigh as she sunk her rabbit vibrator inside herself, feeling the ears tickle her clit as inches away a completely unaware Hannah thrashed wildly, grunting and whimpering in her gag.

Hannah only realised that her boss' pussy was inches from her face when the woman began approaching her orgasm. Oh god, she's getting off to my helplessness thought Hannah, who doubled her efforts. Her wrists were sore from the abrasion of the rope as she pushed and pulled and twisted the knots to try and make them give, but smelling her Mistress' arousal distracted her, she felt her own pussy moisten as she realised how hopeless it was, how foolish it was to try. She stopped squirming and just watched as Ms. Grayson's breaths shortened as the woman got closer and closer to orgasm.

Ms. Grayson was close, as much as she got off to the sight of her victim squirming she didn't realise how deliciously hot it would be when the girl stopped. The evil woman looked down at the pretty blonde bimbo between her thighs as the girl's body went limp, exhausted, broken, unable to escape.

"Oh yes, mmm that's right you dumb little bimbo.... you know it don't you?" she panted, as Hannah let out a grunt from behind her pink gag. "Oh fuck yes, you're mine, giving up... mmm... giving up that hot little body... do you submit?" Ms. Grayson didn't want to stop but she held off fucking herself for a moment, watching the sad eyes of Hannah for a response.

Hannah closed her eyes, blinking back a tear, then looked at her new Mistress and slowly nodded.

"Mmm fuck yes... you're mine... forever... oh yes ahhhhh" Ms. Grayson felt the orgasm rip through her, curling her toes, she arched her back and let out a keel as she watched a single tear roll down Hannah's cheek. THen she closed her eyes as the electric sensation sent tingles from her brain, through her nipples down to her pussy, causing her to squirt. Soon Hannah's tears were unrecognisable from her Mistress' wet juices now dripping down her face as she sobbed.

Hannah was broken, and ripe for Ms. Grayson to mold into her perfect pleasure puppet.

Whatever It Takes Part 2 - Onboarding

Sequel part to Whatever It Takes - recommend reading that mini story first.

By Monday morning Hannah could feel a whirlwind of emotions running through her body. After the events of Friday, which had been both the scariest and most arousing night of Hannah's life, she could hardly believe it. She had spent Saturday sleeping and Sunday panicking about Monday, as all the events of Friday's debauchery played over and over in her head.

She hoped it was a one off, that Ms. Grayson would have forgotten it all and things would be back to normal on Monday, but deep down she knew better. To stop her panic she tried to spend Sunday planning how to regain control of the situation. She decided she would arrange a meeting with Ms. Grayson, thank her for the experience but that she would like to keep her old job, and promise to work extra hard, with no intention of asking for anything more ever again. Hopefully the woman would understand her plea and Hannah could get her life back on track before anything really got out of hand.

On Monday she arrived early to the office, getting to her desk at 7am in the hope she could settle her nerves and think out her plan before Ms. Grayson had even arrived. But when she sat down and took her first sip of coffee she realised she wasn't alone. Hannah felt her skin flush pink at the sight of Lucy Mears, Ms. Grayson's secretary hurriedly walking over to her desk with a document in her hand.

Hannah felt her stomach drop as Lucy handed the document over and smiled politely, as if Hannah hadn't last seen the girl naked besides a collar orally servicing some of their biggest clients.

"Hi Hannah, glad you are in early, if you get this signed up and bring it to Ms. Grayson's office by 7:15 she has arranged a special onboarding session for you for your new role. Please be punctual so we can get through it before the working day begins." Lucy smiled again as Hannah looked over the title of the document - reading the words 'Secretarial Role for Department Head - Internal Promotion' and balked. Secretary was not a promotion, Hannah's career would be going backwards, taking a nose dive if she accepted.

As if reading her mind Lucy continued, with a script clearly given to her by her evil boss. "Alternatively Ms. Grayson has offered my help in packing up your things and preparing your resignation letter should you not wish to sign. Shall I get you a box?"

Lucy tilted her head, waiting for a response so she could leave. Whatever Ms. Grayson had put the younger lady through she must have grown numb to... or enjoyed. There is no sane person who could show such lack in empathy towards forcing such a decision. Hannah knew it wasn't Lucy's decision, but the cold delivery just showed Lucy had probably seen this, or much worse before, and knew the best way to get through it was just to obey. The thought made Hannah shiver.

"No... no need for a box... I just want to, maybe I can talk to Ms. Grayson in private for a moment about all this?" Hannah looked up into Lucy's eyes pleadingly.

Lucy's eyes softened as she replied. "Hannah, I'm not supposed to tell you this stuff, but listen, Mistress wasn't playing around on Friday, she won't change her mind and she has given clear instructions. Please, for your own sake, either walk out that door right now, or do as she has requested. Anything else is going to get us both in trouble." With that Lucy turned and walked back to her desk by Ms. Grayson's office.

Hannah took a deep breath. This was not going to plan. She checked the clock and realised she had just 12 minutes to read whatever was in this document if she didn't want to end up pissing off the woman she needed to be on the good side of. She considered just walking, but knew Ms. Grayson would never give her a reference, especially after that bungled project that Hannah thought no one would have found to be her fault. If Hannah walked she wasn't even sure what would happen, where would she get a job in time to pay all her bills.

Hannah flipped through the document, the role was fairly straight forward, although the ambiguity of listed items such as 'perform any other tasks as requested by employer' made Hannah's stomach turn. When she got to the salary part she let out a gasp. She was being offered less than half her current pay. A massive cut, it was totally ridiculous. Realising she was running out of time she decided not to sign the document, but picked it up and headed over to Ms. Grayson's office, hoping she could talk her way out of this mess.

Lucy beamed as Hannah walked up to the desk. "You can go straight in, she's expecting you."

Hannah felt her hands tremble as she knocked twice and then opened the door to Ms. Grayson's office, the lion's den. Ms. Grayson was sitting behind her desk, dressed in her regular office attire. Hannah couldn't help but think back to the party on Friday, to how this woman had looked almost completely different, like a scene from a fetish movie. She quickly shook her head.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, thank you for meeting me this morning." Hannah said it with less conviction than she would have liked, a certain meekness coming off as she tried to compose her thoughts.

"Ahh good, if it isn't my new recruit, and on time for a change, not a bad start. Now just hand me that paperwork and we can begin onboarding." Ms. Grayson held out her hand expectantly as her eyes bored into Hannah's. Hannah blinked and was about to reply when she heard the door open behind, and in stepped Lucy, quietly, locking the door behind herself and standing behind Hannah's chair.

"err Ms. Grayson about this", Hannah stammered. "I was umm reading the paper and well... the salary. It's not enough, I can't live off this." There was a pause, the silence in the room hung in the air for what felt like eternity in Hannah's mind, and she felt she had to say something. Anything. "Please, please don't make me do this."

Ms. Grayson retracted her hand, and carefully, meticulously adjusted her blouse for a moment before responding. "Aww my dear Hannah, you poor thing" For a moment Hannah thought she was going to be given a way out, that Ms. Grayson would show some sympathy, but this proved fleeting as her boss continued. "This must be very tough to adjust to I know. But don't worry, we can help. On Friday you did say 'whatever it takes' no? And you do understand you always have a choice. Feel free to walk out, start your career over, go somewhere they hire tardy girls and pay them well for doing sloppy work, but after your behaviour here don't expect a reference from me, and don't expect a job anywhere near this industry, my friends won't hire someone like you either. But I am sure Lucy offered you this option this morning no?"

Hannah could only nod.

"So" Ms. Grayson continued "You've strolled into my office without the signed document I requested, in the hope you could what? Negotiate a pay rise? How much do you think a dirty pig who licks cum off my floor should be paid hmm? You think that's worthy of the same salary as the people in this company who actually make the business money?"

Hannah was taken back by the question, so raw in her mind were the events of Friday. She felt transported back to that party for a moment, the taste of the semen on the wooden floorboard, the pain of Ms. Grayson's foot pressed down on her face. She shook her head to dissolve the memory "No I just - how can I -"

Ms. Grayson cut her off, knowing full well where the conversation was going and showing she truly was in complete control. "How can you afford to live? You're being so rude now Hannah, Lucy here manages to get by just fine on that salary, don't you Lucy?"

"Yes Mistress, it's perfect for my needs." Lucy replied, and Hannah blushed again, not meaning to offend the young blonde who was clearly so completely trapped in Ms. Grayson's evil web.

"Sorry I know yes of course - but this won't even cover my rent." Hannah was desperate to find a way out, but all this conversation seemed to do was drive her further into the clutches of her perverted boss.

"Oh nonsense girl. Lucy here has a week left, she can help show you how to live within your means. For example Lucy rents a tiny basement flat that is perfect for a little bottom feeder like her, I am sure we can find you something similar."

Hannah didn't like any of what Ms. Grayson had just said, from calling Lucy a 'bottom feeder' to suggesting she live in some tiny dark basement studio. She knew how dirty and damp they were, and would have no room for her wardrobe, TV, anything at all.

"In fact, I have an even better solution for you, you can lodge with me. I have a fully furnished room just perfect for you." Ms. Grayson revealed a wicked smile as she watched Hannah squirm at the suggestion.

"Ah no I ummm... I think I will be fine actually" Hannah could not think of anything worse than spending nights under the same roof as this evil bitch.

"Oh but Hannah, I insist. In fact consider this a little extra perk of your new role, part and parcel of the job. Don't say I don't give you any help now, Lucy here must be so incredibly jealous of such an offer, but I am feeling so generous today. All I ask is you do a few chores for me in return. After all, we know how good you are at cleaning floors now don't we?"

Hannah felt dizzy. She was quickly realising that the more she protested the worse things were for her. She could barely manage a nod as the words sunk in.

"Well dimwit, what do you say?" Ms. Grayson could barely contain herself, soon Hannah would be totally hers.

"Th-thank you" stuttered Hannah, her world spinning.

"Thank you Mistress" corrected Ms. Grayson "You'll be expected to use that title with me when we are in private, which was meant to be covered in this morning's onboarding session you seem so adamant to delay." Ms. Grayson continued to intimidate the poor hapless Hannah as the younger woman's life began to spiral out of control.

"Thank you... Mistress" Hannah had to gulp to finish the sentence, as Ms. Grayson handed the meek girl a pen.

"Now finish signing this paperwork and we can give you your special signing on present." Ms. Grayson leaned forward expectedly.

Hannah's hand trembled as she scribbled her signature, accepting her fate.

"Good girl" purred Ms. Grayson, licking her lips at having successfully broken down another barrier of poor Hannah's will. "Now sit still while Lucy gives you your present."

Hannah fidgeted with her hands in her lap as she heard Lucy opening a box behind her. She wanted to turn around, but knew better, so simply closed her eyes. Lucy brushed aside Hannah's hair and Hannah then felt soft velvet along her neck as a strip of some fabric seemed to be wrapped around her. The present is a choker? Hannah heard a click and opened her eyes in realisation. Not a choker, a collar.

Hannah watched as Lucy walked around the desk to Ms. Grayson's side and knelt holding up a small key for Ms. Grayson to take.

"The key to your new fuck toy Mistress." Lucy's use of language took Hannah back as she watched the scene unfold, watching Ms. Grayson take the key to the collar and place it in one of the desk drawers. Hannah realised then that Lucy was wearing her own collar too. She tried to hold back the tears, now knowing this nightmare was only just beginning.

Ms. Grayson then turned to Hannah and smiled, as Lucy remained kneeling next to the dominant woman.

"Now Hannah, we are running out of time but will cover a few ground rules as my secretary. Firstly, as I said, in private you will call me Mistress at all times. Secondly, you will also wear that collar whenever we are in private as well. You will keep it on you at all times, ready to be put on, with the padlock open until you lock it in place to serve me. Once I am satisfied with your services, I may unlock the padlock. You will never have the key, you will never be allowed to take it off without me present. Understood?"

Hannah felt the world rushing around her. Ms. Grayson was a monster. She lifted her hand to her neck, tracing the outline of the velvet, tugging it gently she realised how tight it was to her neck, the D-ring at the front made it pretty obvious what this was. A slave collar. Hannah's stomach tightened at the thought. She felt as if winded by a blow.

"I understand... Mistress" Hannah shuffled slightly in her seat.

"Good." continued Ms. Grayson "My secretary is never, ever to use the furniture here unless explicitly told to do so by myself."

Hannah nodded and replied her affirmation, but took a moment to realise Ms. Grayson was looking at her expectantly for something else. Only when Hannah looked at Lucy did she realise what was expected. Oh god, she wants me to kneel on the floor thought Hannah.

Slowly she slipped off the chair and onto her knees, trying to look up over the desk at the woman now seemingly in control of her life.

"Getting there idiot, but I can't very well see you round there, hurry up and crawl round this side, opposite Lucy here so we can continue."

Hannah heard the word crawl and had to choke back a tear at just how demeaning things were already, but she obeyed, arriving behind her bosses desk on the opposite side to where Lucy knelt.

"Now I expect coffee on my desk hot, every morning before I arrive, and I expect you, kneeling as you are right now ready for orders. Lucy will fill you in on the details of my day to day schedule, and this week you can shadow her while she trains you in the more administrative parts of the role. On arrival each day I will give you a signal like so..." with this Ms. Grayson pushed the chair out and spread her legs, and as she did she watched Lucy scoot into the space under Ms. Grayson's desk. The deviant woman then slipped her legs over each shoulder of Lucy and grabbed her hair, pulling her into her crotch.

"This will be your cue to pleasure me"

Hannah watched as Lucy begin to lick hungrily at her Mistress' pussy, the wet sucking and slurping noises easily audible from her viewpoint just a few feet away. Hannah continued to watch as Ms. Grayson moaned in pleasure, and it was not too long a wait before the woman's orgasm. Lucy remained beneath the woman's thighs, face now coated in Ms. Grayson's wetness.

"There's my juicy Lucy" sighed Ms. Grayson, looking down at the secretary between her thighs with lust. "I shall miss that tongue, the barbell we fitted you with was such a great addition wasn't it?"

Lucy stuck out her tongue and nodded. Hannah couldn't help her jaw drop. She had always thought the piercing unprofessional of Lucy, something that may have held her career prospects back. Knowing that the tongue piercing was not only not her idea... it had been... installed for Ms. Grayson's pleasure was a revelation she wasn't ready for, and the gravitas of it sunk in soon after.

"Don't worry Hannah, this week Lucy will make sure you are fitted correctly for the role with all the equipment required to fulfill your duties properly." the woman gave Hannah a wicked grin as she said this, while Lucy, nodded agreement before being let out from her position under the desk.

"Now Lucy, show Hannah her new desk and get her used to the administration, I trust you to book in appointments for all the fixtures and fittings she will need to be my perfect replacement for you."

Lucy made a small whimper noise on hearing this. "Yes Mistress, but umm aren't you forgetting something maybe?" the girl looked at Ms. Grayson pleadingly.

"Oh but of course, we haven't shown Hannah our rewards incentive programme!" the evil woman said excitedly, retrieving a box from her drawer and placing it on the desk. Lucy almost purred but remained kneeling where she was until instructed.

Hannah was confused but obeyed when Ms. Grayson next ordered her to bend over the desk and not move.

"Now Lucy here reminded me, that we have a wonderful reward incentive for obedient girls who do as they are told" Ms. Grayson stood up as she said this, walking over to Hannah and running her fingers down the small of her back. "It's something Lucy has become a little too attached to really, the little slut can't get enough of it can you?"

Lucy shook her head, and Hannah noticed the girl roll her hips and spread her legs a little as she responded. Hannah was quickly brought back to what was happening closer to home though, as Ms. Grayson was now standing behind Hannah, with both hands on the hapless girl's hips. Ms. Grayson tugged down Hannah's skirt, and then peeled down her tights to her knees before admiring the view for a moment.

"Lucy make sure you take Hannah shopping for proper secretary attire. No more of this hokey attempt at being a smart professional."

Hannah felt the woman's fingers hook into her underwear and pull them down until they were bunched around her knees with her skirt and tights. Hannah blushed, and could only hope Ms. Grayson hadn't noticed how aroused she was.

"My my Hannah, when I gave Lucy her incentive we had to use lube to coax it in. She was... less enthused at first, but as you can see, she's grown quite fond of the offer. With you though..." Ms. Grayson paused and ran a single digit along Hannah's dripping wet slit "with you, we won't need any lube at all will we?"

Hannah's body reacted before her brain could, wiggling her bottom and pushing it out to meet the touch of her wicked boss, she practically moaned "no Mistress" - a clear sign that some part of her, deep down, had longed to be treated like this. She let out a whimper as Ms. Grayson wiped the soaked finger on her lips, completing her humiliation, allowing herself to taste her bodies need to submit.

Behind Hannah, Ms. Grayson opened the box on the desk and pulled out a small curved silicone device. Bright pink, Hannah was drawn to it out of the corner of her eye, but didn't get a good look before it was out of view. Then all of a sudden she felt the soft silicone against her slit as something almost like an egg was slipped inside her. Hannah gasped as part of the device seemed to wrap around her mound, with a flat part now pressing her clit.

Ms. Grayson bit her lip, admiring the cute slut she was about to take total control over. She pulled the girls underwear back up, but left the tights and skirt around Hannah's ankles.

"Your final lesson from me today, is that very good girls, who do as they are told, get rewarded." Ms. Grayson savoured the dramatic pauses, before tapping a few buttons on her phone. The device, now firmly held in place by Hannah's underwear began to vibrate, both inside, and on her sensitive clit. Hannah looked over at Lucy, who began to moan loudly and grind into the carpet.

"From now on Hannah, your orgasm belongs to me. Both inside of work, and outside, you will only ever cum when I want you to." The domme adjusted settings, increasing the intensity and watching both old and new secretary writhe in pleasure. "You'll wear this in the office at all times for me to tease you with" she turned the settings down to a low hum, and Hannah felt her pleasure levels begin to lower, taking her away from the orgasm she now craved. "And if you're a really really good girl, I might let you cum, like little Juicy Lucy here." Another few button presses, and while Hannah's device remained on a low hum, she watched Lucy keel backwards in pleasure, the device clearly cranked up to deliver intense pleasure to the girl who was now on her back, legs spread, riding the crest of an intense orgasm.

Then just like that the device stopped and Hannah felt reality drifting back to her.

"Clean yourselves up, people who actually are worth something around here are beginning to arrive."

Hannah was left to pull her skirt and tights up, but realised she was still wearing her collar. She turned to see Lucy kneeling with her head up next to Ms. Grayson as the woman used a key to unlock it. Lucy removed it, and stood up, using a mirror in the corner of the room to check herself over before leaving the office. Hannah, figuring the process, knelt and did the same, much to Ms. Grayson's delight.

"Such a good girl, I suppose you want your collar off too hmm? Don't want your colleagues asking too many questions do we, I am sure they will have plenty for you when you get back to work. Now get out of here, I'll expect you to pick up your role quickly to fill little Lucy's place. Treat her word as my own when she is training you." Ms. Grayson winked as she popped the padlock open with the key. Hannah blushed on realising she had no idea what she would tell people, as she slowly got to her feet, fixed herself up in the mirror and left Ms. Grayson's office, her mind a mess of thoughts and fears.

Hannah had a rough morning that Monday. On leaving Ms. Grayson's office she barely held it together, clutching the collar until she got back to her desk where she could place it safely hidden away in her purse. Then she quickly tidied up her things, emptying her desk and readying to move it all to where Lucy was currently sitting. Luckily the slow trickle of office workers arriving and the work from home policy meant none of her team were in yet, so while a few people took a second glance on seeing her pack up her things, she avoided any questions, although she knew that it was only a matter of time.

Lucy came over to help, fetching a box and even making a joke about needing one after all, but Hannah was almost too shell shocked by the gravitas of the situation for it to respond. She muttered a thanks and followed Lucy over to the secretary desk.

Once there Lucy helped unpack Hannah's stuff, but was ruthless in what Hannah could keep. Mementos and keepsakes, and photos were thrown into the trash receptacle, under the pretense that Ms. Grayson will not approve, she likes the area neat and tidy with no clutter, as it sets a bad first impression. Hannah went to protest but remembered the parting words of her boss, and thought better than to waste time arguing, holding back a tear as the majority of her items besides a few essentials and toiletries were tossed into the bin.

The rest of the morning went fairly quietly for Hannah, she watched as Lucy showed how to organise Ms. Grayson's calendar, how to respond to emails and filter which ones went through to her superior's inbox. She was taught how to answer the phone to Ms. Grayson's liking, and Hannah found it all rather straight forward to pick up, having to remind herself that yes, it is a fairly simple entry level job that almost anyone can do, a far step down from her complicated account management role. Hannah admired Lucy for putting up with this for so long. She knew Lucy had been hired 2 years ago, and wondered how long it had taken for Ms. Grayson to sink her claws into the fresh faced 21 year old and have her trained like she did. Hannah had to remind herself that Lucy wasn't free either. She remembered the words of Ms. Grayson on Friday night, how Lucy had been 'sold' to work in the same role for a client's business - was she trapped like this forever? Was she happy? She seemed to have accepted her role, something Hannah wasn't sure she could ever do. Hannah was university educated, while Lucy wasn't, surely that had to count for something?

Hannah would soon find out how little her education meant to Ms. Grayson, but on Monday Hannah still had hope of somehow getting out of this.

Things got worse for Hannah at lunch time. Her work BFF Lara was only a few desks away, and was confused on seeing Hannah's bare desk when she came in that morning. It took Lara a moment to notice the new girl being trained as a secretary replacement for Lucy was in fact Hannah. She decided not to intrude, but instead waited until lunch time.

Hannah went to the cafeteria later than most for lunch, she had noticed Lara looking over at her all morning, and so had kept her head down and pretended not to notice. Now she was hoping to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. She sat on her own in a corner and hoped the murmerings and glances at her was just paranoia, but how could it not be - to an outsider it didn't make any sense. Hannah nearly threw up when she noticed Lara stride over and sit down directly next to her.

"Hey girl, what's going on?" Lara said directly, leaning forward as she sat down, crossing her arms and looking at Hannah intently. Hannah could only look down, trying to avoid eye contact and provide a response that suggested everything was normal.

"Nothing much just having my lunch." She mumbled. Lara frowned and grabbed the arm of Hannah before she could shovel more lasagne in her mouth.

"No. What the fuck is going on? Your desk is empty, and I find you being trained as a secretary? That's fucking weird Hannah."

Hannah had to concentrate every muscle in her head to stop the tears from flowing. "I just... fancied a career change." Hannah knew it was weak, but she had no idea what else to say.

Lara wasn't buying it. "Look Hannah that might work on some dummy in sales, but it won't fly with me. I know you. You walked into that office on Friday wanting a promotion. We've discussed it for weeks, and you come out being trained up as some bimbo secretary? That's not you!"

Hannah looked up at her friend, the frustration in her eyes, but knew telling the truth would only come back to haunt her, so she doubled down. "Ms. Grayson persuaded me it would be too stressful, I was making too many mistakes, I would prefer a simpler role..."

"Bullshit. Somethings going on. If you don't wanna talk about it fine, but I'll get to the bottom of it, even if I have to go through that little air head Lucy for answers."

Lara got up and stormed off. Hannah ran to the nearest bathroom and cried. She managed to compose herself but slowly throughout the day it seemed more and more people were clued in on Hannah the ex client manager turned secretary, and theories were circulating.

When Hannah got home she was exhausted, but never seemed free of her nightmare. Lucy had her personal number and seemed to be on a tight schedule. By 8pm that evening she had received a lengthy text:

Hey Han,

Good work today, it gets easier, promise. Get some rest, we have a busy week ahead! Tomorrow after work we are going shopping together to get you some new clothes. On Wednesday evening we have some appointments booked in at a couple of salons and Thursday I'll come over yours to arrange what to pack and what to sell so you're all ready to move in to your new home on Friday. Mistress tells me you won't need much, so should be easy! See ya at 7am tomorrow, I'll show you how Mistress likes her coffee!

Lucy

xxx

Hannah lost count of how many times she cried that night. Wandering her apartment, she felt lost, as her world became a prison. Tonight felt like it might be her last night of actual freedom.

Tuesday at work Hannah just tried to zone out everyone but Lucy and Ms. Grayson. She helped with the morning routine, learning how to time the coffee making by watching the car park and then rushing like crazy to get the coffee brewed before Ms. Grayson got to her door. She watched Lucy service Ms. Grayson, this time with more vocal direction from her boss on how to do it correctly, and she started organising emails and preparing the calendar as she was requested. She avoided her colleagues wherever possible and made little small talk. Lara seemed not to want to talk to her anyway, and right now that hurt Hannah, but also suited her just fine.

That evening Lucy drove her to an outlet shopping centre, and went to work picking suitable clothing that she knew Ms. Grayson would approve, both at work and outside of work.

"All your new panties should be like this" Lucy handed Hannah a bunch of pink, frilly, lacy pairs, that Hannah could only blush at. Matching holdups and stockings were added. Shorter skirts, blouses that were a couple of sizes too small and heels. Hannah's jaw dropped when she was made to spend hundreds on bubblegum pink 4 inch heels.

"Oh god, she's turning me into a bimbo" said Hannah as Lucy lead her on to the next shop.

"That's how she's always seen you Hannah. You aren't as clever as you thought you were, otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess, now hurry up, let's get to these last couple of stores before they close then we can go back to yours and sort your wardrobe out. Save us doing it on Friday." Lucy seemed to have little empathy for Hannah. She had her own problems, her own demands from both her current boss and the new one she starts for next week, so for her this was just a process to tick off, where as for Hannah, it was like another step towards oblivion.

That night Lucy went through Hannah's wardrobe ruthlessly. She tossed clothes into one of 2 piles. Keep and trash. The keep pile was tiny in comparison, as she watched her old life being discarded Hannah began to cry. Lucy did her best to console the girl, giving her a hug and repeating tat it gets easier, and if she wants to go sit down she can, Lucy wouldn't need her help. Hannah took the offer, retreating to her lounge where she lay on the sofa staring at the wall until she heard Lucy making her way downstairs.

Lucy popped her head into the lounge. "Hey Hanny, all done now. I even put your new clothes away upstairs. I've bagged up your old stuff, gimme a hand getting it into the trash outside will you?"

Hannah was zoning out now, she just nodded and carried the bulging bags, tossing them into the containers outside. Lucy then told her to ditch her current outfit, and held out her hand, taking the worn clothes, underwear and shoes from Hannah and throwing them away as she left. After that Hannah went straight to her bed, not daring to look in her wardrobe, not wanting to accept the situation was real.

She woke up the next day, still naked, and groaned. She could hear the garbage truck outside, emptying the containers into the compactor. Hannah ran to her window and watched, fresh tears flowing, as all the clothes of her old life were gone.

Work on Wednesday was worse for Hannah. The short skirts and bulging blouse made her look cheap. The bubblegum pink heels were not her style, and way too tall. People gave her looks. She passed Lara in a hallway and got nothing but a look of disgust. Ms. Grayson seemed pleased though, crudely commenting on her breasts and even fondling them as Hannah knelt beside Ms. Grayson's chair as Lucy licked her Mistress to orgasm.

Wednesday night Hannah was taken to a beauty salon. She was made to buy a manicure and pedicure, with instructions apparently having been sent forward in advance. Bright pink nail polish adorned her every digit, while her hair was restyled with pig tails. Makeup was applied, with big eyelashes and that same bubblegum pink adorning her lips. Finally they went to a piercing parlor and Hannah was given fresh piercings. on her tongue, nipples and clit hood. A barbell made her speak with a funny lisp, which Ms. Grayson giggled at on Thursday morning, when she told Hannah she would be the one offering pleasure that morning and got the response "Yetth Mitthtreth".

Hannah had dreaded that moment, she slipped between Ms. Grayson's thighs and stuck out her tongue, using the new piercing as she did her best to follow the advice of Lucy, who knelt beside her, pushing her into her owner's wet sex, or pulling her by a pig tail to adjust. Hannah just numbly obeyed, feeling her makeup smear as her face was drenched.

Hannah was rewarded with her first orgasm all week afterward, as the toy went to life and vibrated all thoughts away. Truly Hannah felt like a bimbo then, in her slutty pink white and black outfit, cumming her brains out on the floor of her boss's office. She had to run to the bathroom after to refix her slutty makeup, and now the looks around the office were often accompanied by a giggle. On Thursday night Lucy came over again with a large pink suitcase. Again Hannah was told she would not be needed, as Lucy methodically went from room to room, selecting things that would be suitable to pack for her new place.

"Hey Han guess what, I've organised a yard sale this weekend, a couple of my friends and I are gonna help run it for you, so you don't have to worry about anything, whatever we don't sell we will arrange a trip to the dump for so you can spend your weekend serving Ms. Grayson without a worry." Lucy seemed pleased with herself and was expecting a thanks from Hannah who just looked in shock. So far the only items in the suitcase were the wardrobe of clothes already selected, a towel, makeup and her work laptop. "We will send all the profits we make to Mistress, so she can buy you something nice as a gift." Lucy smiled at Hannah who looked pleadingly back at her.

"Lucy please, help me get out of this, I can't do this. I can't give up all my possessions, and just become this bimbo for our boss. It's crazy, you have got to help me."

Lucy blinked and looked surprise. "Han, I AM helping you. I went out of my way to make this as easy as possible for you. Once she has you in her clutches, once she has dirt on you there's no choices left. Please, just be grateful I'm here to help."

Hannah realised then how stupid she had been. Lucy was no more a willing participant than Hannah. At some point she had been trapped in a similar way, only Lucy never had someone to help guide her, she just had her life stripped away by this evil woman and couldn't tell a soul.

"Sorry Lucy...thank you." Hannah hung her head, defeated.

Lucy put a hand on Hannah's shoulder. "It will be ok, you'll get used to it, promise." Then she zipped up the pink suitcase and took it to the door. "I'll drop this off with Mistress tonight so it's ready for you to unpack tomorrow evening. See ya at work tomorrow. Left you clothes and makeup for tomorrow, you can bring those last bits with you tomorrow."

Hannah waved goodbye, and looked around her flat for what felt like might be the last time.

Friday at work and Hannah was in a daze. She messed up the coffee order - taking too long, so Ms. Grayson was already at her desk when Hannah rushed in with it.

"Good lord it's not even been a week and you have messed up. Maybe you aren't even cut out for this you stupid little bimbo" the woman snarled at Hannah. Lucy was kneeling and collared by the desk as she was supposed to, and could only give Hannah a sympathetic glance as the woman scolded her.

Hannah apologised and went to kneel next to her boss but quickly was told not to. "No no, I have no time today for tardy little bimbos. Strip. Everything but your panties, knee highs and heels."

Hannah awkwardly undressed, her clothes falling in a pile on the floor she was quickly reprimanded for and told to fold and place on the chair. Next Ms. Grayson stood up and clipped a leash to Hannah's collar, before tugging the girl to the corner and ordering her to kneel, and think about how she could make things right for her mistake.

Next all Hannah could hear was Lucy being ordered between the evil bitches thighs. "Come on Juicy Lucy, this gives us one last time to enjoy this. Mmmm yes your new owner is going to adore that tongue."

Hannah stared at the wall. She felt the cool metal of the leash running down her back. Her nipples hardened from the cool air of the office, her pussy slickened at the sound of her Mistress getting off. She had no idea how she would offer to make up for her mistake, as Lucy left, and hours seemed to pass. Occasionally Ms. Grayson would ask Hannah if she had worked out what would make things right. "No Mitthtrethh" was all Hannah could manage.

"Luckily I have no meetings today so we can keep you like that all day my dumb little bimbo. But I imagine it must be very uncomfortable yes?"

Hannah nodded and replied confirming it. Her knees ached, her arms were burning from holding on to her head, she needed to pee.

"So seeing as you really are too dumb to think for yourself I have taken the liberty to think for you. Aren't I nice?"

Ms. Grayson picked up some freshly printed papers and walked over to the girl in the corner, grabbing the leash she pulled at it, prompting Hannah to turn and crawl after the woman back to the desk.

"Seeing as you truly are the dumbest girl I have ever met, I thought it might be easier if I make all of your decisions from now on hmm?"

Hannah again replied "Yes Mistress" with her lisp, she had no comeback for this, she didn't know how to fix things so any solution that got her back to her desk via a quick bathroom visit was welcome.

"Good girl, my lawyer drafted these up for you this morning. It's paperwork for power of attorney. Sign on the dotted line just here and here and I'll take care of everything. Oh and you can also write down your phone passwords as well, I'll need access today to install software so I can help you make all the decisions from now on OK?"

Hannah resisted for a moment, letting out a soft "no" at hearing this.

"No? No? OK bimbo, then the alternative is you get out of my office right now, are fired from your job, and enjoy everyone seeing all these disgusting videos of you acting like a bitch in heat for me. So what will it be?" Ms. Grayson's sharp tongue took Hannah by surprise, and she took the pen and signed the paperwork giving herself up.

"Oh so you do have some brains after all. Good girl. Now get under here, you can give me a footrub today seeing as you seem too dumb for actual work."

Hannah scurried under the desk, removed the woman's heels and began to massage Ms. Grayson's feet while she heard the woman pick up the phone and call Lucy in.

"Lucy be a dear and bring me bimbo's purse, she's had a wonderful idea of giving me total control of her life now, isn't that clever of her?"

Lucy hurried back with Hannah's purse and felt sorry for the girl as she watched the contents poured on the desk and the phone snatched up by Ms. Grayson. "What's the code bimbo?"

Lucy heard the muffled reply from under the desk, as Hannah tried to reply while sucking on Ms. Grayson's toes.

"What's that, you'll have to speak clearer slut?" the woman teased as she began pushing the foot further into Hannah's mouth.

Ms. Grayson dismissed Lucy back to her desk, leaving Hannah to her duties as Ms. Grayson installed software, ran through files and accessed Hannah's savings.

"My my bimbo, that's quite the savings account, so you were lying when you said you can't afford a paycut hmm?"

That bitch thought Hannah. "Thathhh inheritanthhh. Saving for a houthh" she tried to say while slurping on the sweaty toes of her boss.

"Inheritance? Oh I see, saving for a new house? Well good news bimbo, you don't need to any more so we can move that money somewhere nice and useful. You can fund my holidays for the next year, isn't that lovely?"

Hannah could only moan in protest, powerless to stop this woman. Ms. Grayson felt her pussy soak at the control she had. Burning this poor dumb bimbo's life savings on a luxury holiday soaked her panties all over again, and she grabbed Hannah's leash.

"Enough on my feet, eat my pussy little bimbo, lick me to orgasm as I take everything from you my little tart"

Hannah licked obediently as she looked up at Ms. Grayson, who was too busy on Hannah's phone, transferring the money out to her own accounts as the dumb girl made her cum.

Hannah was hers, and she could not wait to take her to her new home.

Read part 1 here

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Read part 4 here

Whatever it takes

Hannah was desperate for a promotion at work. She knew it wouldn't be easy, several colleagues were far more experienced, but she was willing to do whatever it takes. That included brown nosing her snooty bitch of a boss Ms. Grayson.

Ms. Grayson had a reputation as a hard ass, and Hannah was a little intimidated whenever she was called into the 40-something year old woman's office.

At 24 Hannah was a bright eyed junior but eager to step up into a management role, so she had pleaded with Ms. Grayson for a meeting, turning on her charm and even flirting a little with the older woman after hearing a rumor the older manager might be gay. Hannah certainly wasn't, with a long term boyfriend, but she was not opposed to wiggling her ass a little to get her way. Still, she was nervous, she didn't want to mess up this chance to give the career a real jump start.

Hannah walked into Ms. Grayson's office at 5:30pm as the rest of the office emptied. She walked past her office friend Lara's desk, who ushered a 'good luck' Hannah's way as the girl walked by.

At 5:31pm Hannah knocked on Ms. Grayson's office door, and heard the curt response.

"Come in."

Hannah slowly opened the door to see the woman at her desk, dressed in a very formal business dress, no cleavage showing, skirt to her lower thigh, hair tied up in a bun. Ms. Grayson was all professional. Hannah opted to wear a floral summer dress, letting her cleavage show a little and the shorter hem revealing her toned thighs (something Hannah was proud of).

"You're late, sit down while I finish this report."

Hannah went to argue that it was only a minute, but thought better of it and sat there, fidgeting as doubt crept in as the woman ignored her. 'Whatever it takes Hannah, you got this' she mentally told herself.

When Ms. Grayson finally looked at her Hannah felt those ice blue eyes penetrating her soul.

"Well, what is it girl? I'm very busy with this hiring for a new team manager."

This was it, Hannah thought, her little speech all prepared.

"I'm... um... here actually about that. I've got great people skills, I'm always getting my work done, I have a track reco-" Hannah was cut off just as she was finding her feet with the conversation.

"Oh please spare me the drivel. Hannah isn't it? Look, I need someone with experience, but not only that, someone who can follow my instructions to the letter. It's vitally important and you couldn't even turn up to this meeting on time."

Hannah held back the tears, she had to be strong, even if this wasn't going how she wanted it to. "I- I can follow instructions... and - what I lack in experience I make up for... in enthusiasm." Hannah was desperate to salvage this, and in a last ditch attempt she pushed her chest out, hoping the woman might at least be bi and find Hannah's breasts appealing enough.

To Hannah's surprise Ms. Grayson's glare softened. Maybe the older bitch was a dyke after all thought the young girl, who put on her best pleading face.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. But, I am willing to give you a chance. I am throwing a party tonight, with myself and a few of the big clients. If you can turn up, follow instructions and show me some of that... enthusiasm, I might be willing to consider you for the role." Ms. Grayson looked Hannah up and down as she said this, seeming to admire the younger woman's body.

Hannah couldn't believe it, had her plan worked? Only a tiny bit of flirting, she could handle a party, wooing clients was second nature, the girl was filled with fresh hope.

"Oh yes, of course, whatever it takes Ms. Grayson"

"We shall see" said Ms. Grayson, with a wicked grin. "Be at my address at 8pm sharp tonight, you can get it from my secretary. Now scurry along girlie, and wear something... enthusiastic." The woman winked at Hannah as she enunciated that last word.

Oh god, thought Hannah, she really is gay, but she was prepared for that. Whatever it takes, that job would be hers, but she gulped at the thought of this woman leering over her.

Hannah rushed home and prepared, wearing a black dress that came down to her thigh, it was incredibly revealing, cutting a low cleavage and leaving plenty of Hannah's leg on show. She would have to be careful bending over so as to not reveal the lace knickers she had on underneath. Touching up her makeup she called a cab and headed to Ms. Grayson's house, determined not to be late.

Hannah pulled up at ten to 8, paying the driver she slipped out the cab, holding on to her dress to avoid it riding up, and knocked on the door.

Ms. Grayson opened it and looked the girl up and down, her stare almost predatory. The woman was dressed incredibly different, her auburn hair down, with a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, and her cleavage on full display. Hannah's jaw almost dropped as she noticed the thigh high red leather boots the woman was wearing and had to compose herself seeing her boss wearing this... overly sexual outfit. Hannah feared she might be getting in above her head.

"Well girl, get in. I did say 8pm sharp, so you're going to have to do better than this start if we are going to consider you for a new role, early is not much better than late, when I expect you to follow precise instructions."

That bitch, thought Hannah - she's clearly on a power trip, but Hannah bit her tongue. "Yes Ms. Grayson, sorry." It was all Hannah could muster as she hurried inside after the host.

The start of the evening went by fairly non-eventful. Hannah was a bit miffed that she was being treated like a servant though, having to fetch Ms. Grayson and her guests (mostly CEOs and directors of her agencies clients) new glasses of wine or champagne, taking coats as they arrived to hang on the rack and generally just stay close to Ms. Grayson as she shmoozed her guests. Ms. Grayson did allow Hannah a few drinks, but was specific about the wine the girl could drink, and would watch intently to ensure the girl finished it quickly to return to her duties. At 10pm, Hannah was at least feeling a buzz from the glasses she had been allowed to consume, but she was permitted (or rather, forced) to drink more as the party settled in the spacious lounge area, many of the guests now seated, with ice buckets of champagne prepared so she no longer had to top up wine every 5 minutes.

Once Hannah had brought out the last of the champagne and checked the guests were happy (why were all the men and women leering at her? Was her dress really that revealing?), Ms. Grayson pulled Hannah aside in the master bedroom upstairs, before leaving for a moment. Hannah heard muffled cheering from downstairs before Ms. Grayson returned.

"You've performed well enough tonight Hannah, but I don't think you are ready for the duties the role requires. So you are free to take your leave for the evening." Ms. Grayson was dismissive, and Hannah felt deflated. How could this woman use her as a servant and then just dismiss her? This bitch, this nasty old woman. Hannah felt her lip tremble. The alcohol now coursing through her veins gave her the confidence to say something, even if she wasn't sure what to say. She needed this promotion, she had come too far now not to leave with it.

"No please, give me a chance, I am ready for the duties I promise. Whatever it takes, please."

Ms. Grayson took a step closer to the girl, her stature towering over the shorter, younger girl.

"Perhaps I do have a role for you. Should you wish to undertake a performance appraisal right now. Should you at any point back out, I will see your resignation from the company on my desk tomorrow morning. I have plenty of reasons NOT to employee a tardy girl like you, let alone promote one. Especially after that mistake on the Gamble & Mason contract that cost us thousands."

For Hannah things were going from bad to worse. Ms. Grayson knew about the mistake, somehow it had been traced back to Hannah, even months afterwards. She couldn't afford to lose the job. The wine made it so hard to think, what could a performance appraisal mean? Right here, in the woman's bedroom, Hannah had a pretty good idea.

If it meant she got to not only keep her job, but also get a new role out of it, could she do it?

Whatever it takes, Hannah silently reminded herself.

"Okay... I'll... do it." Hannah said, her lip trembling.

Ms. Grayson brushed aside the hair from Hannah's cheek, her lips inches from Hannah's face.

"Good, now strip." Ms. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze boring into Hannah, who began to slowly undress.

"Make it sexy" said Ms. Grayson in a disappointed tone "Remember this is a performance review"

Hannah took the hint. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her boyfriend on the bed, swaying her hips as she unzipped the dress, peeling it off while bending at the hips.

"Good girl" whispered Ms. Grayson as she admired the curves on the girl as her flesh was exposed, and Hannah could not help but blush.

A wooping cheer from downstairs broke Hannah's concentration, and she looked at the door.

"Don't mind them, I've provided them with their usual entertainment, they won't disturb us" reassured Ms. Grayson.

Hannah's head was buzzing from the wine, she willed herself on, knowing now what was at stake. Ms. Grayson had to remind her she wanted everything gone, and so the bra was unclasped, and Hannah leaned over to allow her boss to ogle her supple breasts. Hannah wasn't sure if it was the wine or just her managing to think of her boyfriend, but she could feel an arousal in her growing, even if it was a performance for her boss. With her knickers left she stepped close to Ms. Grayson, turning her back to the old pervert and bending over - giving the woman a good view of her shapely ass as she jiggled it... letting the lace panties fall to the floor as she stepped out of them.

Hannah turned around and caught a gasp in her throat at the sight of Ms. Grayson, legs now lewdly spread, showing off her own matching red lace underwear, a clear wet patch in the crotch, a well manicured finger deftly rubbing up and down the material. Hannah blushed, brought back to the reality by the sight before her.

"My such a natural, I think we might have a role for you after all Hannah." Ms. Grayson purred this hungrily, as she eyed the young girl up and down. "Now my feet do so ache from these boots. Do be a doll and remove them so you can massage me properly."

Hannah dropped to her knees obediently, glad to be given a less sexual task to perform. One after another she unzipped the boots, and once both were off she began to rub her hands over the sole of Ms. Grayson's left foot, focusing on it in an attempt to ignore the rest of the woman's body that seemed so aroused for her.

"No dear, use that pretty mouth, I want to feel that tongue." The woman wiggled her toes invitingly. Hannah could smell the sweat from hours of being trapped in leather, but the thought of losing her job spurred her on, and for the first time in her life she licked someone else's foot.

Ms. Grayson was now barking orders quickly under her breath, Hannah unable to ignore the woman's hand rubbing at her own crotch as the young girl followed the orders, sucking on toes (with matching red nail polish naturally), licking along the bottom of Ms. Grayson's foot, and kissing, soft sensual kisses all over.

When both feet were worshiped to a satisfactory level Hannah looked up again, and immediately regretted it. The perverted kinky old bitch was holding a phone in one hand, filming the younger woman's submission, while her other hand was occupied rubbing through her panties.

"mmm darling that was wonderful. Don't worry your little appraisal footage is just between us two, so long as you keep up your performance." Ms. Grayson winked at the girl. "Now close your eyes and open wide, I have a present for you."

Hannah obeyed, and felt the slimy digits of the woman enter her mouth, coated in the woman's arousal from her masturbation.

"Suck them clean Hannah, there's a good girl." Hannah blushed, her chest turning bright red at the new commands. Hannah began to mentally prepare herself for what was surely to come, as the woman removed her fingers, wiping them on the submissive girl's cheek.

Hannah went to close her mouth but was quickly chided "ah ah I didn't say to close your mouth silly, that wasn't your present. Eyes closed." Hannah obeyed.

The next thing she felt was the metal being forced into her mouth, and she let out a gargled gasp at the steel instrument now forcing her mouth open, as the ring gag was then secured around her head.

"mmm perfect, now sit on the bed while we finish getting you ready." Ms. Grayson helped Hannah to her feet, before placing her on the bed. The woman then walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a long length of rope, before returning and quickly going to work securing Hannah's hands behind her back and then roping up the girl's body, making a harness that secured the girl so her arms were useless and rope now dug into her exposed pussy, a knotted thread rubbing against her sex with every movement. Hannah let out a soft moan, which caused Ms. Grayson to smile.

"Wonderful, such an obedient little thing aren't you Hannah. I do look forward to seeing how much more enthusiasm you can bring to the team."

Hannah knew what that meant. This was not to be a one off. Could this woman just use her to get off and be done with it already?

As if reading her thoughts Ms. Grayson pushed the girl back off the bed, holding a length of the rope now secured to Hannah's body.

"Of course, I would be a terrible boss if I didn't ensure that anyone applying for a new role got the full approval of the clients she will be... serving." Ms. Grayson let the sentence hang in the air as Hannah's alcohol fuddled brain processed it and a look of fear swept over her. Surely... she couldn't be serious. Hannah was now beginning to panic, trying to think of a way out of this, but there was no reasoning while gagged. Sure she could kick up a fuss, but she knew that would just end in her unemployment, and now this woman had videos too. Hannah did nothing, as she was lead from the relative safety of the room she once feared the most entering, to the stairway, where she could now hear the group of 10 or so clients downstairs apparently still enjoying themselves even without the host.

Hannah was lead to the doorway of the lounge by Ms. Grayson who kept the girl just out of view, pushing a firm hand on the girls head until she knelt on the hard wood floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to see you are enjoying the entertainment provided, but I must interrupt for a special announcement" Ms. Grayson seemed to revel in the dramatic, leaving a pause as eyes turned to her from whatever the entertainment inside had been.

"As you know" she continued, content she had the room's attention "my oh so compliant secretary is leaving at the end of the month to join our good friends at Reticule Harmonics" this was met by a chorus of playful boos and jeers.

"Not to worry though, I am sure Ms. Parker will be happy to arrange a few parties of her own for those who miss my dear juicy Lucy's company" with this Hannah recognised the voice of Ms. Parker, global CEO of Reticule Harmonics reply with "but of course" to which the group let out more cheers and applause. Juicy Lucy... is that what Ms. Grayson called her secretary Lucy Mears? Hannah was beginning to panic at what she might see in that room as her head began to put two and two together.

"Fortunately, I've managed to find a wonderful replacement... and I must say she's even dumber, more eager and sluttier than little Juicy down there. So please, give a very warm welcome to my new slave slut secretary, Ms. Hannah Robinson!"

Hannah's world was spinning as she felt the rope tug into her skin. As she hobbled into the room to stop from toppling over, the jeers seemed almost distant as her head felt dizzy. The sight of her boss' secretary Lucy Mears naked save a collar and leash, a toy buried in her bottom, as she serviced Steve Linton, Director of Linton Travel's throbbing cock with eagerness, not even turning to see Hannah enter, no doubt so well trained in her service from years of parties like this one.

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson's scarlet coated lips next to her ear and the whispered commands made her shake.

"See little slut, I found the perfect little role for you, as my secretary and fuck toy. You're going to keep our clients happy tonight, and then, if you do a good job you can keep me happy later. If you're a very lucky girl you'll come in tomorrow morning to see a new contract on your desk for your new role, replacing Lucy when she leaves next month. Who knows, if you manage to keep yourself from being fired I might just keep all your little secrets safe until I sell you on like I did with Lucy, understand?"

Hannah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as hands began to grope her and she fell down next to Lucy, looking up at the woman who she was about to replace, just as the girl coughed and spluttered, gagging on Mr. Linton's cock as he came. Lucy pulled back, trying to swallow as Mr. Linton laughed, watching poor Lucy cough, his cum dripping from her mouth as she gasped for air. A small puddle splattered on the floor next to Hannah's face. Before Hannah could react the bare foot of Ms. Grayson was on the back of her head. "Lick it up bitch, if my floorboards end up stained with dirty old man cum you can pay for the replacements.

By now probing fingers (Hannah wasn't sure who's) had found their way into the girls tight pussy, their sensual touches, combined with the humiliating position ignited something dark within Hannah, and even though it shamed her, she grew wet, much to the pleasure of the crowd now gathered around her.

"She's wet, the little slut is dripping" said someone behind her, as a thick rubber toy was pushed into her needy pussy. Hannah moaned, and stuck her tongue out to lick Ms. Grayson's floor clean of the sticky mess as camera phones flashed in her face.

Whatever it takes, Hannah. Whatever it takes.

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This is why you need a handler, sweetie. You get too excited and try to fuck the machine like a little whore who can only think with her teats. That's okay though, isn't it? We love your enthusiasm. It's so cute to see you get yourself all worked up while you're fulfilling your purpose but you need to stay still for the time being.

All this dancing around gets in the way of pumping all your milk. We can move you to the breeding stocks afterwards so you can work off this energy. And you can listen to some hypno in the meantime. Aren't we good to you?

The life I dream of

Niqab is the next step

Last year, they were in med school, but with near 24/7 edging and hypnosis, they've become mindless obedient fuck puppies. Soon enough, they'll forget their own names!

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