"I guess you are a fine-looking cunt after all!" Tara sneered as she looked Sharon's naked body over. The tormented secretary's pussy burned with her embarrassment. "Just looking at that naked pussy makes my tongue hard, but I'll get to that pleasure later! Right now I have to make sure that you're ready for the board meeting after lunch since you've been selected as dessert! That asshole Jason may have the biggest cock in the whole world, but he's got a pile of shit for brains! I haven't ever seen a pussy that he's shaved which still didn't have leftover hair!"
Three of the assistants forced Sharon onto her back on top of a table alongside the podium, and Tara moved around between Sharon's legs to inspect her cunt mound. The blonde and another woman pulled Sharon's knees apart so far that her hips ached, and Tara leaned down to look closely all around Sharon's gaping cunt. Fingers closed around Sharon's tender, inner pussylips, then Tara pulled them far out of the gash of Sharon's cunt. The stretching hurt so much that Sharon thought her pussyflesh would tear, but finally Tara released it and let the cuntlips pop back into Sharon's juicy cuntslit.
"Ahh, here!" the sadistic female office manager said as she ran fingertips around Sharon's naked cunt. "The son-of-a-bitch did leave some stubble of cunthair just like I suspected he would."
Tara lifted her face from between Sharon's legs and ordered one of the assistants to get some some super-stickum tape. When it was brought, the redhead tore off a long piece and pressed it against the skin of Sharon's pussy mound.
"Aaeeiii!" the tormented secretary screamed as the tape was tipped away.
With the tape went the stubble of pussy hair that had been pulled from her cunt mound. Again and again, the sticky tape was pressed around her tortured pussy, then jerked violently away. Her cunthair stubble was savagely torn out, permaitently damaging them so they would never again grow. It took ten minutes of demented screaming from the tortured young woman before the sadistic Tara was finally satisfied that Sharon's cunt was as bald as it could possibly be.
Sharon was then dragged to the Xerox machine, where the terrible abuse continued. Giving the feeble excuse that the office needed a picture to make her identification card, they forced Sharon's naked ass up onto the plate to be photographed. All of the assistants had a big laugh when the paper finally came out showing an impression of Sharon's asscheeks.
Then, not satisfied, they carried it further and pulled her legs wide, one on each side of the piece of equipment. They made her spread her pussylips with her fingers and press them wetly down onto the glass. A button was pushed, blinding light flashed up, and a black-and-white image of Sharon's open pussy was printed onto a sheet of paper. They all thought that so hilarious that each of them had to have a copy, so Sharon had to suffer through several more images.
Then Tara and the assistants turned Sharon over onto her chest across the glass, and took Xerox pictures of her tits. By the time they were through and led Sharon back to her desk, she was happy to sit back down on the dildo and return to her typing just to be left alone.
Later, they fed her pussymeat for lunch. But before they forced cunt to her mouth, she had been humiliated even further when she told them she had to pee. She was the first secretary in the room to suffer a full bladder, and Sharon, in her inexperience, hadn't known what was to come.
Laughing, the assistants hauled her back up off the dildo and led her to the front, where they forced her to squat down over an empty wastebasket in full view of everyone. The strong stream of piss that achingly burst from her cunt drummed loudly against the inside of the wastebasket and its sound echoed throughout the room. Every one of the secretaries at the desks glanced up at the sound of loud pissing, and Sharon went completely red with shame when she saw their secret smiles.
Sharon's ass was poised over the wastebasket while her cunt fired a hot stream of piss. Tara and all of her assistants were laughing hysterically at Sharon's embarrassment and shame.
They gave her a wet washcloth to wipe the piss drops that had splattered back onto her pussy, Tara forced Sharon to chew on the pissoiled cloth. The moisture drained from the material and collected at the back of Sharon's mouth. And she wasn't allowed to sit back down on her dildo at her desk until she had swallowed the mixture, which caused her stomach to spasm in protest.
At noon, they fed her. Once again on her back atop the long table! Sharon had begun to cry. Tara was the first to climb up and sit down on Sharon's grimacing face. Bright red cunthair swarmed all over Sharon's nose, cheeks, and chin as hot, wet pussy smothered down onto her lips. Tara's cunthole was, like a fountain shooting down into Sharon's mouth, and within seconds, the abused secretary was gulping pussyjuice down.
"Eat it, bitch!" Tara screamed at the tormented girl. "Fuck my cunt out with your tongue or I'll wire up your tits and turn on the current and not turn it off for an hour!"
The threat frightened Sharon. She shoved her face up through the gap in Tara's leather garment, then her tongue pushed out of her mouth and up into Tara's hot cunt hole immediately, the pussyhole grew even hotter and squirted juices strongly down into Sharon's mouth. She gulped again and again, drinking cuntcream down into her stomach as Tara rolled her pussy all over the captive secretary's face.
"How's this for fucking a bitch's face with your cunt?" Tara shouted to her assistants, and humped pussy hard against Sharon's head. Her cunt rammed savagely against the lower part of the frightened woman's nose. Sharon felt like she was being drowned in hot pussyjuice, but finally the red-haired bitch got off.
"Getting your pussy tongue-fucked is a pleasant break from the drudgery of the day," the lusty office manager said as she crawled down from the desk, leaving Sharon flat on her back, her face sopping with pussyjuice.
"Can be next?" the long-legged blonde with the bald cunt asked her boss.
"If you hurry," Tara said. "The others are waiting their turns, and we still have to get her ready far the board meeting after lunch."
Within seconds, a slippery, hairless pussy was being pushed into Sharon's face. The lack of pussyhair startled Sharon, since it felt like she was eating out the cunt of a little girl. But, when Sharon opened her eyes, she looked up at a pair of naked, womanly tits jutting out from the leather garment that the long-legged blonde wore. And the cunthole she was eating was certainly no immature little fuckhole, judging by the amount of hot cuntjuice that it was pourbig into Sharon's mouth.
And the blonde's pussy wasn't the last. Two more cunts, one hairy and one bald, were forced into the tormented young woman's face. Sharon was forced to lick pussy until each of the female fuckholes had gotten off. By the time the last assistant's cunt was taken care of by Sharon's tongue, the sex slave's face, the linings of her nose, and her whole mouth were covered by thick pussycream.
Exhausted, Sharon was pulled from the top of the desk and dragged out the door and down a hallway to a bathroom, where she was forced into a shower. As she trembled in the corner, the water pounded against her face and body, washing the pussyjuice from her skin. But nothing the crowd of women, could do would ever chase away the horror of being attacked by a mob of cunts and having to eat each one until it shot off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The conference table in the board room was massive, an expanse of polished oak that must have weighed more than a ton. It was the largest piece of furniture that Sharon had ever seen and, for a secretary who had been in many offices, that was saying a lot. The table was built in the shape of a long rectangle. There must have been at least twenty large, deep black leather chairs surrounding its perimeter, but the young sex slave wasn't given much of a chance to count.