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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 11
Later that evening the sisters watched me jacking off, collecting the first load of hot cum into one of those specimen bottles, and then making me continue until I provided another donation all over my belly and balls. Getting off twice in a row was a bit of a chore even with both women showing off their goodies and at the same time letting me know that they were for men only, no wimps allowed. Naturally I was forced to rid myself of the coating of cum I had produced, via the usual way, swallowing it. It began to sink into my consciousness that the taste wasn't bad, especially after the second load. Then I almost passed out when I realized what I had just thought. I was becoming what the sisters claimed, a less than manly caricature, a wuss, a wimpy blob of protoplasm.
It got even worse the next morning. I was awakened by the two of them, grinning maliciously as they looked down on me. The last thing I remembered last night after they finally allowed me to rest from all the meat beating they made me perform, was them giggling and the bedsprings creaking erotically as they celebrated another triumph over yours truly. To my disbelief, they insisted on having me beat off to start the day. My cock was still slightly sore from all the jacking I'd done before nodding off. I was very careful not to get too excited, so it took some time to dump a good sized load onto my belly. Paula remarked that for a wuss, I did produce plenty of cum. Then she added that she knew just the lady that would love to have me under her thumb on a regular basis, or at least until she and her neurotic daughter turned me into an impotent sissy slut.
They weren't through with me yet. I was allowed to take a leak and have breakfast, but forbidden to shower or remove the drying cum now crusting over my cock, balls and belly. Once more I was made to beat my meat, standing in their bedroom as they dressed after showering. I still hadn't ejaculated by the time they finished primping. Today was Jill's last day at her present job and she was starting at the studio as soon as she collected her last check. Jill had to leave now, but Paula could and did stay around to make sure I emptied my balls and then dressed for work. She simpered and remarked that I smelled like a five dollar sissy slut after taking it in the ass from at least two dozen customers.
She couldn't resist letting me know that on the phone last night Jill had given permission for me to report to Mandy's home so that I could be properly punished for my chauvinist behavior at work. Ms. Manning would also be in attendance, and later her dear friend and roommate, a younger woman who was a recent college drop-out, would join the party once she got off work at the adult bookstore. Unfortunately neither Jill nor Paula would be able to attend since they were scheduled to work a double shift today. First there was the regular shift at the studio, then afterward, another get-together to be spent at a private party at a place to be determined. The latter was for the high rollers who had bankrolled the business. In a sense this would be their introduction to spa high society, with all the perks that came with it.
Fortunately for her, but not me, Mandy had promised to tape the highlights of my punishment, as well as a little insurance scene, and give her and Jill a copy to enjoy and use to control me completely. I didn't understand just how this tape could do that, but afterward I had to admit that I was totally screwed and now at the mercy of so many women that suicide began to look like a good option. So with a sinking feeling in my stomach I went off to work, realizing I smelled like something that just crawled from a sewer or a whorehouse.
I had hardly hung my coat up when I was buzzed by Ms. Manning. She wrinkled her nose when I entered her office, sighed and shook her head. Then she proceeded to inform me that the head of Human Resources had taken a personal interest in the complaint filed by Mandy Monroe. Until then I had no idea what Mandy's last name was. That was pretty funny since that meant I had no idea who it was I was screwing last Friday night when her mother and I were on much better terms.
While I was still absorbing this latest tidbit of news, Ms. Manning dropped her bombshell. Ms. Limenke herself would be attending the little consciousness raising session hosted by Mandy, and she had already decided that a chauvinist like me would require some serious corporal punishment in lieu of consultation.
" Let's see ", I said to myself, " That makes Mandy and her mother, Ms. Manning and her roommate, now Ms. Limenke from HR. Who would be next, Gloria Already, the well known champion of women's rights and enemy of all chauvinists? "
At this point nothing would surprise me.My boss hadn't finished with me yet. We stared at each other for a few moments, enough time for me to get in more trouble by homing in on those big tits. They were currently doing a good job of straining the straps of her half cup bra that was showing through her frilly see-through blouse normally hidden by her jacket. However, the jacket was hanging on the stand.
I realized she was vamping me for reasons I did not quite understand. Then it dawned; she was preparing to file another complaint about me to HR, and she was the aggrieved party. I wondered if this one would make it to Ms. Limenke's desk before the end of day. It was going to be some session over at the Monroe residence, that was for sure.
Ms. Manning picked up the phone and asked for Ms. Limenke. I must have blanched, because she licked her lips like a cat about to dine on the local canary. The next thing I knew she was using the speaker phone to describe my excessive body odor, the lascivious glances at her breasts, the impertinent attitude and an obvious disdain for women who were his superiors. For good measure she threw in the fact that I had seduced poor Mandy Monroe's mother, and followed this up with a number of obscene phone calls to both her and her daughter.
She paused for breath and listened coldly as her opposite number took a swing at my head which was dangling by a thread. I nearly pissed my pants when the HR bitch mentioned calling the authorities to have me removed from the building. This was way too far out there for this wimp to handle. I debated about throwing myself on the mercy of my supervisor, but thought better of it. Minutes later I wished I had done just that.
The HR meanie would send one of her minions to escort me to a room located in the basement where I could be kept until the business day was concluded. Afterward Ms. Limenke would personally drive me to the Monroe residence where I would suffer the consequences of my attitude and performance while a member of the company. A weird thought crossed my mind about trying to get a job at the spa, or was it the studio? I had a hard time separating the two. Maybe in the interests of fair play the ladies might enjoy having a towel boy around to pick up and fold their scanties and perform other minimal tasks including perhaps a nice tongue massage. Now that was something I was getting very good at doing, thanks to Jill and Paula.
A well dressed woman in her mid-thirties escorted me into the basement, where she unlocked a small room that looked to have been once occupied by the janitor, prior to his job being outsourced. She said not a word, but pointed towards a plastic bucket and nodded before leaving. I heard the lock being turned and then there was silence. There was an old decrepit executive's chair with six inches of dust on it that I appropriated rather than sit on the filthy floor. Time passed slowly with plenty of time to think about my situation. Mandy Monroe had done everything but put a knife through my heart. If there was anyone else besides the sisters who was going to suffer greatly when I became monarch of all I surveyed, it would be that skinny bundle of neuroses by the name of Mandy Monroe.
For the better part of an hour I dreamed up ways to do serious damage to that skinny shape, but still leave her in a state that would allow more pain and suffering. I tied her naked body to a chair and beat her to a pulp using brass knuckles that turned her face into mush and left the floor strewn with her broken teeth. That was fun, but there was more to come. I hung her by her plaited hair and made like she was a pinata, using a metal pipe to bust her up good and let her insides spill onto the floor. Now I was just preparing to set her on fire, having soaked that naked, broken body with kerosene. All the while she stared out at me with her one eye, the other hanging from its socket as the result of a good hit with the pipe. Suddenly I heard the lock turning. A quick glance at my watch indicated it wasn't time for lunch. Who, and what was the reason for the visit?
A tall, very well built woman in her thirties stood next to Mandy Monroe. The two of them filled the entrance, staring at me as if I was the main course and they were two hungry predators. As it turned out the tall one was Ms. Limenke. She certainly looked the part of an HR bitch, her black hair tied up in a bun and matching the plastic rims of her glasses through which she seemed to be squinting. However even the standard issue skirt and blouse couldn't disguise the fact that there was a great looking body hidden beneath her rather pedestrian attire. She wasted no time making me stand up and turn around. I heard Mandy whining that while she was working her ass off, I was down here doing nothing and getting paid for it as well. Then I heard the HR maven tell me to remove my clothing and be quick about it. I stood frozen, trying to digest her words. What the devil was going on? When had the company turned into a prison?
" You will do as I say or I am going to call the police and have them forcibly remove you from the premises. As a minimum you wil probably be given at least a month in the county jail, which will look wonderful on your resume. I'll bet you'll be very popular in prison. The rough crowd will be lining up to take a crack at your sorry ass every night you are there. By the time you get out you may have already turned gay, but for sure your asshole will have been changed forever. There will be no clean cut female worth her salt eager to have sex with a convicted criminal who has homosexual tendencies. If you can deal with that situation, then by all means refuse my order. The same holds true for this evening when Mandy opens her lovely home to you for a more serious session that should convince you of the error of your ways. If not we'll just have to do it all over at a later date, with perhaps more assistance from my circle of friends. Now what shall it be? "
Once more I felt like a butterfly pinned on a piece of cardboard. I heard Mandy snicker as I began undressing. To her credit, the HR bitch said nothing until I was told to turn and face them. The skinny monster smirked and gave me a good look, moving up and down and finally homing in on my limp cock and dangling balls. Ms. Limenke coughed and tried to conceal the laughter that was trying to well up inside. When she pulled out a pair of handcuffs, I knew I was in deep trouble.
Mandy clicked them shut while I held my arms behind my back, offering no resistance. They had me sit down in that old dusty chair and then Mandy used some rope she pulled from the large manila envelope she was holding to tie my ankles to the bottom of the chair in such a way that my thighs were spread and gave them easy access to my crotch and the family jewels. Ms. Limenke gave me an option, be gagged securely with my shorts or promise to be quiet until they were ready to take me over to see Mrs.Monroe. So they turned off the light and left me ungagged in the darkness, locking the door once they left the small storeroom. I cursed myself for being three different kinds of fool. Then it dawned on me that I had to take a leak. You talk about being screwed, this was the ultimate. I could just imagine what would happen when they came for me and discovered I'd pissed all over myself.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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