Office Politics

�I�m bored.�

Rhianna looked up from her computer.� Kirti, her boss, was lounging over her desk, eyes flickering around the office.� A tall, slender Indian woman, Kirti was fast approaching forty but doing well to hide the fact.� Her pale brown skin was still smooth and unblemished.� One had to look hard to spot that it had a slightly artificial sheen; and that was even before the daily mask of subtle cosmetics had been applied.� Any grey traitors in her long black her were rigorously dyed out.� Rhianna also knew that more than a little surgery had been required to maintain that statuesque, hourglass figure.

�And horny,� Kirti added; unnecessarily because Rhianna had already recognised the signs.� She shrugged and logged off her computer.� She had no work which couldn�t wait.� Rhianna herself was a black woman who, though only in her mid-twenties, was rather less careful about her figure.� She would describe her 38D bust and ample hips as cuddly; others might call her borderline obese.� She was as unkempt as Kirti was elegantly tailored, wearing scruffy blouses and trousers and her frizzy hair in an unruly ponytail.� They made an odd couple physically but the two women were close friends.� And together they ran the office.� Kirti was manager, Rhianna head of HR and Kirti�s unofficial assistant.� They ran their domain rigidly and took advantages that other bosses wouldn�t dream of.

Take Mei and Lao, for example.� Chinese sisters who had been hired six months ago solely because Rhianna and Kirti wanted to fuck them.� So they did, frequently, and the girls let them.� Neither were actually lesbians but they had been brought up in fine Chinese traditions of deference and humility.� Timid and silent, they were overawed by their bosses.� And they had no qualifications and needed their jobs; and it had been explained to them that doing anything they were told to was a condition of their employment.� Several evenings a week they were told to present themselves to Kirti�s house wearing very few clothes, none of which they wore for long.� But the acts weren�t confined to out of office hours.� Rhianna first arranged for half an hour�s cover for Mei.� Small, slender and very pretty, with a heart-shaped little face, she was a good choice for the reception desk. �Then the black woman murmured in the ear of Lao who, being taller than her sister but nearly twice as wide, had been banished to accounts.� Soon the girls were stood in Kirti�s office.� The Indian woman diverted her calls and pulled her blinds down.� Without even waiting for a command, Mei and Lao began to undress.

Kirti sat on her desk and pulled down her expensive skirt and knickers.� She parted her slender legs.� Mei obediently crouched beside the table and stuck her tongue into the waiting vagina.� Meanwhile Rhianna had also removed her lower garments and slumped in Kirti�s chair.� When Lao kneeled in front of her, she wrapped her thick lips around the girl�s shoulders and drew her into her groin.� Both of the managers closed their eyes and leant their heads back.� For a long time there was no sound in the office beyond the slurpings of two busy tongues and the increasingly loud, ecstatic moans of two happy women�� And soon the ritual would have been completed.� They should have dressed again, washed their faces and gone back to work.� But this time something went wrong.� As Kirti was groping in her drawer for her dildo, in order to stick it up Mei�s ass and watch the bewildered pleasure on the girl�s face, the door handle turned.� Kirti just had time to wonder if she had remembered to lock the door when it opened.� Peter and David walked in.

The two men were her only challenge to absolute domination of her office.� David ran a rival department of the same company.� Peter was a recent appointment who supervised them both.� Kirti suspected he had been hired solely to break her power.� She had held him at bay so far but loathed him and his new ally David.� They were both quite young but depressingly old-fashioned laddish extroverts.� Remarks which were racist, sexist, homophobic or all three were never far from their mouths.� Despite exploiting vulnerable members of her staff, Kirti considered herself very politically correct.� She was an ethnic minority lesbian, after all, a member of three repressed groups, and considered it her duty to take the men to task.� She looked at the intruders with horror and recognised the leer on their faces.

�Got you,� Peter said.

Both women froze for a second.� Kirti was the first to recover.� She pushed Mei away, pulled her knickers and skirt up and sprang off the table.� While Rhianna was still fumbling with her pants, Kirti was confronting the men with her hands on her hips.

�What do you want, Peter?� she demanded.� �We don�t have an appointment.�

�And you can drop that tone,� he smiled.� �You�re fucked, Kirti.� I�ve just fucked you.�

�Because of this?� I know you screw your own secretary.� Don�t pretend otherwise.� They both gave their consent.� Didn�t you?�� The Chinese girls were still too shocked to speak.� But it was Peter�s next words which struck Kirti dumb.

�No, not because of the dyke love-in.� Though it doesn�t look good, does it?� Consent or not, it�s still not the best use of office time.� Actually, though, I was talking about this.� He held up a thick file.� �Evidence of you and your fat mate systematically defrauding the company over the past year.� It�s all in here.�

Rhianna had risen but had to sit down again now.� She thought she was going to faint.� They had been�. They had been so careful, she was sure they had.� Nobody could have found out.� And now� She only dimly registered Peter�s speech continuing.

��quite a decent amount too.� Enough to put you too away for a fair old time.� Course, you might enjoy prison, what with all the dykes in � And cut that out,� he added as Kirti made a blind grab for the folder.� �I�ve got everything backed up on disc anyway.� Face it.� You two are in the shit.�� He paused.� The women stared at him in horror.� �But I might deal with this internally,� he finally said.� �Your sterling work over the years and all that.� I think I can sort you out.� That�s what I was brought in to do after all, sort out problems.� We�ll see.� Turn around and bend over the desk.� You too, chubby,� he called to Rhianna.� �Get over here and do the same.�

In a dream, Rhianna obeyed.� She bent down beside Rhianna across the hard wood.� Her skirt was thrown over her waist.� A moment later she felt fingers tugging her pants down.� She did not protest, even stepped up obediently to let her knickers be pulled over her shoes.� Beside her Kirti was letting herself be half undressed just as passively.� The two women were still in shock after Peter�s revelation.� Rhianna�s mouth was hanging half open.� Her knickers were roughly shoved into it.� They were tied tightly around her head to gag her.� She glanced over her shoulder and saw each man was unlacing one of their shoes.� When she looked again, a minute later, David was rearing up behind her with his shoe raised.�� Rhianna still did not comprehend what was happening until the soul landed heavily across her backside.

She screamed in her throat but the sound only came out as a muffled grunt.� The blow was like an electric charge flashing through her body.� A second later her skin started to throb dully.� But that was blown away as the shoe landed a second time.� Rhianna tried to jump up but suddenly David�s other arm was on the small of her back, pressing her to the desk.� The shoe landed several more times in swift succession.� The shock wasn�t quite so bad now that she could prepare herself for it.� But the ache grew in force each time.� A prickling had also started running across her skin, like a thousand tiny needles stabbing into her.� She bit hard into the gag.� She had finally made the connection between the beating and Peter�s talk of �internal discipline� and realised that, painful and humiliating as this was, she would have to accept it.� Glancing to her right she saw Kirti also pressed to the desk, also gagged by her own knickers.� The Indian woman�s teeth were bared as she bit hard into the sensuous black lace.� Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.� Then Peter�s arm dropped and a crack echoed around the office.� Kirti�s head jerked back, her long hair slapping across her face.� A second later Rhianna forgot about her boss as hard leather struck her own backside again.

It did so time after time.� At first Rhianna was unconsciously counting the blows but lost track at around twenty.� By then the ache from her cheeks had become intense.� Even in between the blows she was shaking her head back and forth, trying to find an outlet for the pain.� And when the shoe struck her increasingly tender skin once more, the agony was exquisite.� More and more it felt beyond the level of physical contact and seemed that she was being burned.� It was awful.� Rhianna�s sole comfort after each stroke was that it had to be the last one, she would surely be released now.� But she wasn�t.� On and on the punishment went, each blow landing with the same quick rhythm.� The echoes of leather striking flesh and the muffled squeals of the chastised women continued rolling around the small office.� Rhianna should have had the comfort of her cushioning layer of flab.� But she had never been good at pain.� Once she had caned a girl � another secretary � and despised how quickly her target became a blubbering wreck.� She was sure she would retain her pride for longer.� She didn�t, however.� She was soon weeping, shaking, pleading silently into her gag.� And Kirti was faring no better.� Martin�s strokes were almost falling straight onto her bone.� She was suffering even more than Rhianna and coping with it no better.� The two women lay helplessly across the desk, faces contorted, eyes swimming with tears, heads thrashing, fists pummelling the wood, while their brown cheeks were turned scarlet.� All under the astonished gazes of the two Chinese girls formerly under their power.

Finally the strokes ended.� Rhianna�s skin was smarting so badly that she didn�t notice at first.� The pain was almost as intense in between each smack as it was when they landed.� But she gradually became aware that the throbbing was growing less severe and the sharp cracks had stopped.� The women were pulled upright by their tormentors.� Their knickers were untied from their heads.� They were ordered to put them back on and get dressed.� They obeyed without a word but with many pitiful whimpers and moans.� Rhianna glanced at Kirti as she covered up her tender cheeks.� The Indian woman was rocking unstably on her high heels, her head down and tears streaking down her cheeks.� Rather than the proud, haughty woman Rhianna knew before, she looked defeated and broken.� The sight increased Rhianna�s sense of being in a dream; except that the throbbing from her ass told her otherwise.

�Excellent first stage, ladies,� Peter said.� �I think we�d better continue this at my place.�

It took a few moments for them to comprehend his words.� �What?� Kirti asked dully.

�Back to my house, if you don�t mind.� We�ll drive.�

The dread inside Rhianna deepened until it had no bottom.� Peter and David had had the temerity to spank them in the office with dozens of people outside the door.� There was no telling what they might to in the privacy of Peter�s house.� But she knew she had no choice.� It was not, she realised, simply that the men could get her fired and arrested.� The spanking had established their dominance over her.� Rhianna had never experienced a feeling like that, at least not since she was a child.� She loathed it but felt she could not resist.� For the moment at least, Peter and David controlled her.

Mei and Lao were instructed to wait in the office.� The other four trooped out into the car park.� The few people they passed in the corridor glanced curiously at them, wondering why the women looked so uncharacteristically subdued.� Fortunately the car park was deserted.� Kirti got into Peter�s car, Rhianna into David�s and they were both ordered to climb into the back and lie on the floor.� A few moments later Rhianna felt David lean over and grip her arms.� Then she could not separate them.� A pair of leather cuffs had been fastened to her wrists, fixing them behind her back.� Still the black woman did not protest.� All she did was sob gently to herself throughout the uncomfortable, terrifying ride.

Peter lay in a large detached house in the suburbs.� David took Rhianna indoors and upstairs.� She did not see what had happened to Kirti.� When she was pushed into a tiny attic bedroom and ordered to lie on the floor, she feared the worst for herself.� But the worst was not coming just yet � although it would.� David bound her ankles together with more cuffs.� More rope was fastened to a leg of the bed so Rhianna was attached to it, her body arcing uncomfortably backwards.� Finally he gagged her again.� This time he didn�t use her knickers but a large rubber ball which was shoved into her mouth and strapped behind her head.� With his black captive thus helpless, he headed to the door.

�Well, got to get back to work,� he called over his shoulder.� �See you later, nigger.�

The door slammed shut.