Chapter 3

Maria sat in her cage, her face resting in her hands, thoughts whirring through her mind. She'd never been attracted to women before in her life. She'd appreciated that some other women were good looking, or had fit bodies that she had envied, but she'd never felt anything sexual towards another woman before. Now her mind struggled to deal with an onslaught of new information.

First of all, she had seen herself ravage and fuck another woman — but Foxx had just played with her mind, like he'd done over and over. She didn't even remember it. Secondly, there was last night. She had been so aroused by the video, so hot she had been dripping. She had begged this woman to make her cum — but there were the vibrators and those clothes pushing and tugging at her body. He may not have messed with her head that time (or had he?) but he'd had her teased by those wicked toys for what seemed like hours while she'd been forced to stand there and watch two people having wild sex on tape. So what if they were women, and if one of them was actually her — that turned on by the toys she would have begged to cum by any means.

What she was having the hardest time with was right now. Every time she lifted her eyes to Denise's body, trapped in a cage just like her own, and saw the curves of her flesh, saw her painted fingernails pressing into those firm, round DD tits, saw those rock hard nipples projecting out so far from them she felt a new hunger deep inside her body. It was lust — she had sort of felt it before, but never this strong. She wanted, she needed, to feel her hands on Denise's tits, to trap those nipples between her teeth, to suck and lap at them. Maria found that if she let her mind go, it would just fill up with a litany of disgusting things she wanted to do to Denise, and have her do them to her. She felt her clit tingling and her juices flowing between her legs.

Denise could see it, and probably smell it to, and she was taunting her. Her fingertips closed over her nipples and she would roll them back and forth. She ran her hands over her body. Denise was clearly VERY happy with the changes Foxx had made, even if she didn't know the source. Every few minutes she would push two fingers into her pussy and draw them out slick and glistening, and spread the nectar of her arousal over her belly, her breasts, her nipples and up to her mouth to suck.

Foxx came in to free Maria and send her on her way to prepare for work. Denise was kept caged for now, and as Maria left the room she turned back to see Denise licking her lips, and pressing her tits against the wire grid of her cage. After her shower, Maria dressed in the outfit Foxx had laid out: five inch heeled thigh-high leather boots, black thigh-high stockings, a fitted lycra-cotton skirt and a skin tight top with a neckline that plunged deep between her breasts, pulled together with laces. The top revealed a great deal of the top and sides of her breasts. She was allowed a jacket over top, but it was not large enough to fully cover her, and Foxx had removed all the buttons from her jackets, so they would fall open as she moved anyway. She was ready to go and was gathering her things, eager to get away from Denise, trying to avoid whatever might happen as a result of these new and unwelcome emotions.

Foxx's voice stopped her, before she could lay a hand on the doorknob, "One more thing, Maria, you're outfit isn't quite complete yet."

She stopped and turned back to him. With a smile and a small finger gesture, he drew her back to him. He guided her back into her room, and back into view of caged Denise. She was still locked in, stripped, and clearly still in heat. Foxx guided Maria to stand about two feet from Denise's cage, facing away from her.

"Bend over, slut," was his simple command. She leaned forward at the waist, pausing once she had her body at about ninety degrees, her hands on her knees. "More," he said. She leaned even further, surprising herself a bit with her flexibility until her hands reached down to softly grip her ankles. Foxx used his feet to nudge at the inside of her ankles, so she spread her legs farther, as much as the tight skirt would allow. Rather than accept this, Foxx just took hold of the hem of the skirt and hiked it up to her waist and spread her legs farther. Bent over as she was, Maria was now looking back at Denise in her cage, and she blushed to a deep red. Denise's eyes were as wide as saucers, looking up at Maria's very well displayed cunt and ass. She looked like drool was going to start pouring out of her mouth, and her flesh was pushed up against the side of her cage. She seemed like an animal in heat. The humiliation of it only increased as Maria realized that was likely exactly how she herself looked while feeling the primal urge to suck those tits into her mouth.

What shocked her out of this contemplation was the sudden aching stretch of Foxx filling the tightness of her ass with a plug. She moaned as he twisted and pushed it into her. She felt a bit of lubrication over it, but not enough in her opinion. Of course Denise's eyes seemed full of wicked glee to see her stuffed full like this. Finally, when she felt she was about to split in half, there was a small reprieve as the widest part of the plug popped into her. Her own body now held the toy tight inside her. A hand on her shoulder guided her back upright. Foxx tugged down her skirt once more and slapped her on the ass. "There you go my little whore. That ought to keep you thinking of me and Denise and of what exactly you are." And he sent her to work.

Every step of the short walk to work was a new torture. Each stride reminded her of the plug stuffing her ass full. Foxx's choice of a skirt was tight enough to also force her into short strides, and each step caused the plug to tease her further. At least being away from Denise seemed to calm her unwelcome new desires. As she walked to work, trying not to let the plug affect her stride too visible, she cautiously looked around and was pleased to find that she at least did not ache to suckle every breast she saw.

Finally at work, she settled into what was becoming a new routine. She faced an audience in the various corridors as she made her way to her office. With her new breasts and revised wardrobe choices of late, her entry each morning had become something of an event, with both men and women trying to act nonchalant as their eyes moved over every inch of her. Maria couldn't do anything but try to pretend nothing was unusual but she felt the heat rise in her cheeks every time. Today she was sure she even saw one of her male employees lick his lips as his eyes scanned down to the exposed flesh between her full breasts.

During the balance of the day, she would keep to office as much as possible, and as such she only had to deal with her assistant Deb. Deb would try to be discreet as she took in the changes, and to date she had never asked about any of it. As Maria waved her quick greetings to her this morning, she found herself doing a not-too-subtle double take before ducking into her office. It seemed that Deb was taking Maria's new dress code to heart. In a change from her traditional conservative suits and sweaters, it seemed that she had chosen a much lower cut of top than usual. Of course, compared to the getup that Maria found herself in, Deb still seemed like a nun, but it was quite a change for her. The cut of that top, or perhaps a new choice of bra, even had Deb's breasts looking a bit larger.

With the morning gauntlet of leering workers and Deb's new top, it was almost enough to make Maria forget about her plugged ass. However, it was brought back to the front of her mind again the moment she sat down. She moaned out loud as it pushed deeper into her aching ass. "What a week this is going to be," she sighed to herself.

Work was becoming less and less a refuge for Maria. Foxx continued his use of toys on her, tormenting her and keeping her aroused each day. He alternated between the plug in her ass and strapping a dildo in her sex. The plug was a humiliating and aching sensation for the entire day, but the dildo was a different kind of torture as it kept her horny and wet all day long. The dildo was held inside her with the use of locking leather straps, and she knew that if it wasn't locked, she'd quickly be the toy to drive herself to a much needed orgasm. As it was, she was forced to simmer all day long.

Finally it was Friday and her outfit consisted of a plunging leather halter top showing a great expanse of the flesh of her D cup breasts. It closed with a zipper of the front and a brightly shining ring at the top of the zipper was constantly swaying and drawing more stares. As well, hidden underneath the matching leather skirt she wore was a particularly large dildo filling her with aching need with every motion. She caught herself hungrily looking down the top of Deb's latest blouse when she had come in to get letters signed. At it wasn't even lunch time yet.

She had to find some way to distract herself she chose one of the more detailed reports awaiting her review with the hope of filling her mind with those details instead. She moved to the couch to get as comfortable as she could with that toy locked up inside her. The specifics of the report battled inside her head with the sensations of her body. She rubbed her eyes, trying to concentrate, and instead just drifted off to sleep.

Maria drifted awake, her mind taking in the sensations of her body. She moved her body a touch, enough to realize she was back in her cage, feeling the now-familiar padding beneath her and the restrictions in movement that its small size dictated. Something seemed to be rustling, but she didn't give it too much though for the moment. She felt a bit of an ache in her jaw and a healthy amount of drool, and as her fingers slid up to her face she found that she was locked into a bit gag, with a rubber bar held tight between her teeth. Its leather harness not only pulled the bit back, but also wrapped over and around her head. She sighed as she had learned to hate this type of gag. Not only did it keep her mouth open and keep her from speaking, but she was unable to avoid constant drooling.

Maria had avoided opening her eyes partly from sleepiness, but also out of fear that the Denise might be caged beside her as an unavoidable object of lust for her. She didn't hear any breathing, so she decided to risk it. Her immediate reaction was a scream, muffled by the gag. She wasn't caged in her room, but instead in the middle of her office. Other than her wrist and ankle cuffs, her collar and the gag, she was completely naked. Lengths of chain linked each of her cuffs to a corner of the cage. Her mind began to race in panic. Deb or anyone else could walk in at any minute. How the hell would she explain this? She was stripped and dressed up like some kind of sex slave, chained like an animal in a cage. Fuck, she didn't even know if she had done this to herself!

Maria tried to calm down and to pace her thoughts. "First things first", she thought, "what time is it? Hell, what day is it?" She strained to move inside the cage and look around her office. The clock showed 2 o'clock, and there was sunlight outside, so she knew it was the afternoon, just not which day. She listened close, and it was just too quiet outside her door. It must be the weekend, she determined, as the normal weekday buzz of conversations, phones ringing and workings strolling and chatting would be perceptible. There was at least one blessing; now she hoped she just had to worry about the cleaning staff finding her this way.

Maria knew this cage well enough by now to know that there was no getting out of it until she was let out. This only added to her frustration. There was nothing she could do but wait. With the chains locked onto her cuffs, she couldn't even properly cover herself. And what could she hope for? She didn't want to be found by anyone from the office or anyone from the cleaning staff. And having Foxx arrive would only mean even further humiliation and use of her body to tease her or please him.

She was jerked out of her daze by a knock on her door. Her body tingled and shook. Gagged, she couldn't answer if she wanted to. She wasn't about to invite anyone in, but she couldn't keep them out either. Her eyes, wide as saucers, were trained on the door handle. After another knock and timid "hello," the door started to slowly open. Maria tried to cover herself as much as she could, but it was a futile exercise. Her mind raced for explanations she might use.

In walked Denise. She burst into a broad smile and strolled into the office, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a slutty costume version of a secretary's attire. Her spike heels were at lease five inches tall, and she wore black stockings held high by garters. Her skin tight black latex skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass and left a good three or four inches of bare flesh visible above the tops of the stockings. From Maria's vantage point on the floor, she could also tell that Denise had not bothered with panties. Denise's DD cup breasts were held very high and full by an red lace bra that didn't quite manage to cover her stiff nipples. The crisp white blouse she wore over it seemed just to accentuate them. It was open so low that the bra was clearly exposed and was so tight that it could not possibly buttoned over those mounds in any case. To complete the outfit, she wore bright red lipstick with fingernails painted to match. A small briefcase swayed in her right hand.

"Hi, pet," Denise cooed, "you look sooooo pretty in your little cage." Maria could only blush, forcing her eyes to the ground. She was humiliated by her predicament but also by the unwanted desires that filled her as soon as she drank in each of Denise's curves.

Denise set her things down on Maria's desk and approached the cage. Pulling a key from the deep crevice between her breasts, she unlocked Maria's cuffs and then the cage. She attached a leash to Maria's collar and with a tug urged her out onto the carpeted floor. Crawling on all fours, following close behind Denise, Maria was led over to the seating area. She couldn't stop herself from stealing glances at Denise's tight ass swaying in the tight skirt.

"Stay still, pet," Denise commanded as she reached out to gather up her bag once more. She drew out a couple of two-foot-long wooden dowels that seemed to have metal rings on the ends. Their use became clear as Denise knelt down and locked them between Maria's cuffs. She was now trapped on all fours, the dowels holding her wrists and ankles apart. To complete this latest humiliation, Denise added leather straps just above Maria's knees and with a third bar similarly pulled and held her thighs apart. Next, Denise pulled out a short length of rope. At first, Maria only felt fiddling at the gag's straps at the top of her head and at the back of her collar, but then the rope was drawn tight and her head was pulled back. She had no choice now but to look ahead.

As she watched Denise slide a tape into her VCR and grab the remote control, Maria realized with resignation that of course she was pointed at the TV. Denise just giggled and dropped onto the sofa directly behind her. Maria moaned, knowing she was so widely spread open before Denise, and in real fear of what the tape would show her. Bound up as she was she couldn't even turn away. Maria heard the drop of Denise's shoe hit the floor and felt her stocking-coved foot tease at the inside of her spread thighs as the TV flickered to life.

Maria saw herself sitting and working behind her desk. It must have been Friday, as she was wearing that leather halter. Seeing it on tape, Maria was mortified how much of her cleavage was displayed. At that zipper just seemed to be begging to be pulled down. As the tape continued, she watched herself stop working, and pull open a drawer in her desk. She pulled out long black latex gloves and drew them on, smoothing them out as they extended past her elbows. Then she stood and walked out from behind the desk. Bound on the floor, Maria let out a gag-muffled gasp as she saw that her on-screen persona had clearly changed since Friday morning. Gone were her skirt and heels, replaced by knee-high spike heeled boots, black latex elbow-length gloves and a pair of latex hot pants tight enough to show the rings piercing her labia. She hopped up onto the front of her desk and reached back to grab the phone. As she dialed, one hand went up to tug the zipper of her top down a few inches, exposing even more of her breasts.

Maria's eyes were wide in disbelief, seeing herself act and dress this way at work, in her own office. It was bad enough to have been caged here, but it seemed so much worse to see herself dressing so wantonly, flaunting herself in that outfit. And as she squirmed on the floor under the teasing touch of Denise's fingers and toes, drooling around her gag, she knew it would only get worse.