Story: Stress Ball, Part 2

Ria knew it was a disloyal thought, but she couldn’t help thinking that the outfit her wife Sophie was wearing was halfway between “executive” and “expensive whore”. It was a power-dressing suit jacket and skirt – but the skirt was short, her heels were nine inches high, her lipstick was slut-red, and the top three buttons of her shirt were open and there was no bra underneath. 

This was how women in management were expected to turn up to meetings with the CEO, she had told Ria. She had even stopped in the toilets on the way to the meeting to masturbate to the brink of orgasm, so that she would have the “pheromone edge”, and she had made Ria do it too. 

But next to Ria, Sophie’s whorish outfit looked highly professional. Ria’s huge tits had been bound around their bases with rope, to make them bulge lewdly against the far-too-tight semi-transparent stretch top she was wearing. Her short skirt’s hemline didn’t even come down to the bottom of her pussy, and Ria was wearing no underpants – only a cute pink butt plug, and a painful clamp on her clitoris from which hung a bell that would chime elegantly as she walked so as to call attention to her groin. Her heels were a full inch higher than Sophie’s. 

The CEO, a tall saturnine older man in a suit that probably cost a year of Sophie’s salary, looked over the two women. “Well, Sophie?” he said. 

“Sir,” said Sophie. “This is my girlfriend Ria. I think you’ve met before at several company functions.” 

“I never forget a cow like this,” said the CEO. “Jesus. Tell me, Ria, how big are those udders?” 

Ria blushed bright red. “35L, sir,” she said. “Natural.” 

“Christ. Is she lactating, Sophie?” 

“Not yet, sir,” said Sophie. “But we’re working on it.” 

“Get her lactating,” said the CEO. “It’ll hurt her more if she’s lactating.” 

“Yes, sir,” said Sophie. 

“Now, you know you’re an employee of the company, Ria?” asked the CEO. 

“Yes, sir,” said Ria, blushing again. Sophie had got her to sign the contract the same way that she’d got Ria to agree to the job in the first place – by getting Ria horny, licking her cunt, playing with her nipples, and then refusing to let her cum until she signed the document and initialled each of its humiliating and alarming clauses. She’d videotaped the whole thing, to make sure Ria’s consent was clear, and Ria guessed the CEO had probably seen that footage. 

“And do you know why we’re employing you, Ria?” the CEO asked. 

Ria nodded, but the CEO clearly wanted to explain anyway. 

“Your girlfriend Sophie is a bitch,” he said. “Probably comes of being a lesbian, or maybe just from being a woman. Anyway, the men around here hate her. But she’s surprisingly good at her job for something that has a cunt, so we don’t want to fire her. I suggested a program of daily rapings and face-fuckings to discipline her, but instead she suggested that maybe the men could take out their frustration on her cow of a girlfriend – that being you.” 

Ria looked at the ground. She couldn’t believe she had gotten into this. She felt scared and stupid and humiliated. 

“Anyway, so you’re going to be the office stress ball, Ria,” said the CEO. “And if you do well, you’ll let your dyke girlfriend keep her job.” 

“Yes, sir,” said Ria. 

“Let’s give it a try,” said the CEO. “For example, right now I’m intensely annoyed at the way Sophie dresses like a whore but won’t let men fuck her.” He looked at Ria, then suddenly reached out, grabbed Ria’s left tit in a vice grip, and pulled. Ria wailed, pulled bodily forward by her breast, and fell heavily to her knees. As she knelt there, the CEO pulled back his foot, and kicked her in her right udder. 

“Your clothes are in the way,” he growled. “Take off your shirt and present your other fuckmelon.” 

Tears forming in her eyes, Ria tugged off her stretch top, to reveal her bound breasts, and then encircled her left breast with both hands, lifting it towards the CEO. He looked at her, and then kicked her hard in that tit as well. 

Ria was in misery – but her pussy was sopping wet. This was Sophie’s fault. In the three weeks between agreeing to the position, and her starting date today, Ria had been put through a program of “conditioning” by Sophie, with the aim of helping her to become aroused from pain in her tits. “The endorphins will help you deal with the pain,” she said. “It will help you.”  

Ria had been strongly against the program, but when Sophie had an idea, Sophie got what she wanted. Every day, Sophie had had Ria masturbate while she slapped and belted Ria’s tits, then masturbate to videos of women having their breasts tortured, then fall asleep with headphones on listening to hypnotic white noise Sophie had found on the internet that she said would help Ria juice up when she was abused. 

It had worked. Pain in her breasts made Ria wet. She didn’t *like* the pain -she hated it – and the arousal just made it more humiliating. But after being kicked in both tits, her cunt undeniably wanted some attention. 

The CEO wasn’t interested in her cunt right now. He was taking his cock out of his pants and looking at Sophie. “This is what you deserve, Sophie. You deserve to have your tits kicked and your face raped.” 

“Yes, sir,” said Sophie agreeably. 

Ria was alarmed. “Please,” she begged. “I’m a lesbian…” But she said no more, because the CEO plugged her mouth with his cock, and grabbed her hair to stop her pulling her face away. After struggling and gagging for a few moments, Ria resigned herself to her fate, and started to suck. 

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Ria’s first morning as a stress ball was horrible. Sophie’s immediate subordinate Gary had a long list of complaints about Sophie, that he listed off to Ria while spitting on her face and whipping her breasts with his belt. Sophie’s last assistant showed her the demeaning “Adequate Co-worker” statuette she had presented him with, and then dildoed her cunt with it while attaching a series of powerful and agonising bulldog clips to her nipples, clitoris and labia, which he made her leave on after she left his office. Preeti in IT slapped Ria’s tits five times before even speaking, and then showed Ria printouts of a series of unforgivably rude and abrupt emails Sophie had sent, before scrunching each sheet of paper into a ball and stuffing it into Ria’s pussy or anus, calling Ria “a human garbage bin, just like your whore girlfriend”. 

It was while Ria was in the toilets, pulling the sodden paper out of her pussy, that she found the trick to enduring the abuse. Her pussy had been so sensitive all day, and touching it at all made her moan. When all the paper was out, she kept rubbing, and it felt so good – and suddenly the pain wasn’t so bad. Was it as simple as that? Could she just masturbate, and ignore the pain? The way they were treating her, would anyone care if she openly masturbated? 

But she wasn’t a whore, so she refrained – until the CEO called Ria into his office. Sophie had pissed off an important stakeholder, so the CEO bent Ria over his desk, so that her ass was on one side, and her tits were hanging over the other. He opened his desk drawer so that her tits fell into it, and then slammed it shut hard on her breasts. Ria wailed, and the CEO put her hand on the drawer. “Keep doing that to yourself,” he told her, then went to stand behind her. 

A moment later, she felt his cock enter her pussy. She was being raped! By a man! She started to cry, but obediently slammed the drawer on her tits again. Only – it felt good. His cock was so hard in her pussy, and making such nice friction. She could feel her cunt muscles hugging his dick eagerly, and her wetness trickling down her legs.  

And the pain in her tits was good too. She slammed the drawer again, and moaned, and then a moment later, much to her surprise, she orgasmed, and then orgasmed again, and kept orgasming, from the pain and the rape, until the CEO ejaculated in her cunt and pulled out. She knew then that she would masturbate from now on whenever her tits were in pain. 

The CEO came around to the front of her, his cock in her face. She obediently opened her mouth and cleaned it off. 

“Now, Ria,” he said, “it’s a lot of fun using you as a stress ball. But don’t you think your girlfriend should get the same treatment?” 

Ria didn’t have to think. “Yes, sir,” she said. 

“Good. And would you like to help make that happen?” 

Ria smiled. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” said the CEO, idly slapping her across the face for fun. “Then in the corner of the room there’s a few supplies for you to take home. The white pills are aphrodisiacs, and you should replace her birth control with them. The little cameras are for you to set up around the house, so you can get her to say and do humiliating things in front of them. And the blue pills are sedatives – you feed her one every third night, and she’ll be dead to the world until morning. When you do that, you ring the office, and we’ll send whoever’s turn it is among the men around to your house to give her a nice little rape while she’s asleep, understand?” 

Ria did understand. And she was eager to get started.

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