Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four
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Alexandria blushed as she entered Cameron’s office, bearing his sandwich and coffee on a metal tray hanging from clamps on her nipples.
She had thought about supporting the tray with her hands, to take the painful weight off her sensitive tits, but Elody had slapped her wrists away when she tried, with the result that Alexandria had almost spilled the coffee, and so she had resigned herself to climbing the stairs with the full weight of the tray and meal pulling agonisingly on her nipples.
“Your lunch, sir,” she said, as she approached Cameron, where he sat at his office desk.
“Ah ,thank you, Titsy,” said Cameron, looking over to her. “Kneel.”
Alexandria blushed deeper, and knelt in front of him. Cameron reached down and lifted the coffee off her tray, raising it to his lips for a drink, but made no effort to remove his sandwich from her tray. Alexandria made a noise of discomfort.
“Is something the matter, Titsy?” he asked her.
“It’s… all this,” said Alexandria. “I just wanted you to help me with my financial situation. I didn’t expect your wife to *humiliate* me like this.”
“Do you think there’s something humiliating about working for your money, Titsy?” asked Cameron.
“Of course there is!” sputtered Alexandria. “For God’s sake, I’m an *executive*, Cameron. I don’t do chores. I pay the people who pay the people who hire the people who do chores.”
She looked down at her outfit. “And… this! This isn’t a normal maid outfit! Maids don’t walk around with their… their tits out. With nipple clamps!”
Cameron sighed. “Titsy, I don’t think you realise quite how much trouble you’re in,” he said. “Not only is your company, Athenium Delta, in an extremely dire financial position, but the government is investigating you for criminal charges of fraud. There’s a very real possibility you’re going to go to jail, Titsy.”
Alexandria shivered with fear. “But you said you would fix it!” she whined.
“And I will, if there is any way to do so,” said Cameron. “But you need to think about how this all looks. If you were swanning around, at leisure – maybe lying by my pool, and sunbathing – the government would think you were having a laugh at their expense. They’d go after you twice as hard, Titsy. It’s *helpful* for you to be performing an entry level job, doing obvious work for your living. It helps reassure them that they’ve found all your assets, and you don’t have other money hidden away somewhere.”
That made a certain kind of sense, but…
“But how will they even know?” asked Alexandria. “This is a private house.”
“This is a serious investigation, Titsy,” said Cameron. “Don’t assume for a second that they didn’t have this house under surveillance from the second you walked through the door. Which, by the way, is *another* inconvenience that I’m subjecting my household to on your behalf.”
“I’m sorry,” said Alexandria, honestly.
Cameron put the half-full coffee back down on Alexandria’s tit-tray, making her squeak, before picking up the sandwich plate, and beginning to eat the sandwich. After a couple of bites, he turned to his computer, and brought up an image on the screen. It depicted a handsome twenty-something man in a suit.
“Do you know who this is, Titsy?” he asked.
“Of course,” said Alexandria. “That’s my Chief Financial Officer, Harry Blaze.”
“What we’re going to do, Titsy,” said Cameron, “is make it seem as though all of your problems are Mr Blaze’s fault.”
Alexandria had never *particularly* liked Harry. He’d always clearly had the hots for her, and she had enjoyed cockteasing him a little, to get him to work for less money, while never remotely intending to let him touch her.
“Will that work?” she asked.
“I think so,” said Cameron. “I’m putting together a little something, and I should have it ready by tomorrow. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to get yourself out of this?”
“Of course,” said Alexandria.
“It might involve some… unusual legal loopholes,” warned Cameron.
“Yes,” said Alexandria. “Whatever. The sooner I get out of this maid outfit and back to my apartment, the better.”
Cameron nodded. “Very well,” he said. He finished the sandwich, put the plate down on his desk, and then picked up the coffee again, making Alexandria sigh with relief to finally have the weight off her tit-tray.
At that moment, however, Elody walked in. She had changed into a loose white sun-dress – and Alexandria could see from her kneeling position that there was no underwear underneath.
“Ew, Cameron,” said Elody. “Are you actually *talking* to the cow as if it’s people? Gross. You’ll make it believe it has *thoughts*.”
“I’m just discussing our plan for Titsy’s future,” said Cameron.
“There’s no need to let it *moo* at you, Cameron,” said Elody. “Look at it, it’s basically humping its oversized tits against your legs.”
“I wasn’t!” objected Alexandria.
“We need to plug its mouth, Cameron,” said Elody. “Here, let me.”
She walked over to Cameron, reached down, unzipped his fly, and extracted his cock. Cameron let her do this, without objection.
Then Elody put her foot on Alexandria’s tit-tray, hard. Alexandria was yanked down by her tits into a position on all fours. She squealed. Her face was now level with Cameron’s crotch.
Elody grabbed her hair, and pulled her closer to Cameron’s dick.
“Suck, Titsy,” she said. “There’s a good cow.”
Alexandria tried to turn her face away – but Cameron scooched his chair a little closer, and somehow his cock just popped into her mouth. She felt the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue, and made a muffled noise as his cock instantly began to harden inside her.
“It’s okay, Titsy,” said Cameron. “It’s only reasonable that you should show your gratitude for the work I’m doing for you. Just be a good girl and suck.”
Alexandria made unhappy noises. It occurred to her that she was being *raped* – that a cock had been forced into her without her permission.
As if overhearing her thoughts, Elody said, “Oh, come now, Titsy, don’t pretend that disgusting dirty fuckhole of yours doesn’t get sopping wet at the taste of my husband’s cock.”
And to Alexandria’s shame, it was true. She *was* wet. No matter how much humiliation and abuse was heaped on her, her traitorous cunt seemed to only ever respond with arousal. Part of her wanted to masturbate, but no one had told her to, and to do so of her own initiative seemed unbelievably slutty.
So she just stayed in position, and obediently sucked at Cameron’s cock. It *did* taste good, after all.
Elody leaned over and kissed her husband on the lips as Alexandria sucked his dick. With one hand, Elody caressed her husband’s cheek, and with the other she grabbed Alexandria’s hair and forced her harder against Cameron’s groin.
“Really, darling,” Elody said between kisses, “I know you used to know this fat-titted cow in a professional context, but you really need to stop thinking like it’s a *person*. It’s really more like a kind of noisy *toilet*, and once you become comfortable with that you’ll find it ever so easy to treat it as it deserves.”
She giggled. “Maybe in time we can even teach you to *piss* into it, darling.”
And to Alexandria’s horror, that was what made Cameron’s dick violently twitch, and start spurting cum into her mouth. She knelt there in humiliation as Cameron ejaculated down her throat, swallowing each mouthful obediently.
“Thank you, sir, for feeding your cum to this disgusting big-titted cow,” prompted Elody.
Alexandria blushed. “Thank you, sir,” she parroted, “for feeding your cum to this disgusting big-titted cow.”
“You’re welcome, Titsy,” said Cameron. “Now, I have to get back to working on your matter, so run along and see what else you can help Elody with.”
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It took Elody only moments to tell Alexandria precisely what she would be doing next.
“I can’t believe how gross you are, Titsy,” said Elody, pointing to the spot at the top of the stairs where Alexandria had spilled the cocktail earlier. “The floor is still sticky. Did you get your cunt juices on it, or something?”
“No,” said Alexandria. “I mean… no, Mistress. The cocktail left the floor sticky, even after I licked it up.”
“Well, then, go downstairs and get some hot water with detergent in it,” said Elody, “and you can clean it up. I know you’re very stupid, Titsy, but this is very simple. Run.”
Alexandria *couldn’t* run – not in high heels, and particularly not down stairs – but she did her best to scamper, the metal tray still bouncing from her nipples with every step.
She returned shortly afterwards with a bucket filled with warm, soapy water.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” blushed Alexandria, already expecting punishment, “but I couldn’t find a mop.”
“Oh, Titsy, you don’t need a mop,” said Elody. She stepped forward and unclipped the clamps from Alexandria’s nipples, and then unbuckled the tray from around her waist.
Alexandria breathed a sigh of relief.
“All you have to do,” said Elody, “is dip those fat udders of yours in the water, and then wipe them back and forth across the floor. You’ll have the sticky taken care of in no time.”
She gave Alexandria a light slap on her left boob.
“Get to it.”
Alexandria blushed bright red. She wanted to say she wasn’t going to do it. She wanted to slap the pretty bitch in front of her, or push her down the stairs. How dare Elody treat her this way? How dare Elody humiliate her? How dare Elody make Alexandria’s cunt so confusing, traitorously wet?
But she did none of those things. She had to endure. Cameron was going to help her.
And so she said, “Yes, mistress,” and got down on all fours, and lowered her exposed breasts into the warm, soapy water.
It actually felt good – almost sexual – to feel the warmth slosh across her titflesh. And when she extracted her boobs and pressed them down against the wooden floorboards, and dragged them back and forth across the stain, it hurt – but it also felt good, in its way.
“There’s a good cow, Titsy,” said Elody. “Maybe those oversized fuckbags of yours are good for something after all.”
Alexandria just blushed and kept wiping her tits on the floor.
And then Elody said the words that Alexandria had been fearing.
“Of course, this is how you should clean *all* the hard surfaces in the house, Titsy,” she said. “There’s no need for mops, when you have milk-sacks like those. The only exception is for jobs that require harsh chemicals. I suppose you can do those jobs the normal way – a rash wouldn’t make your udders any prettier. So when you’re done here, you can get to work wiping the lounge room windows. Inside and out, Titsy. There’s a step-ladder in the garden shed to help you get your tits up to the very top of the glass…”
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