Chapter 13

In a trance now, I half dragged her over to a chair and sat down, pulling her from behind down into my lap, my middle finger beginning to stroke in her slot. She was still squirming, but not so hard now, as I clamped my other arm around her. I pressed hard, forcing her ass cheeks down into my lap. They spread out around the bulge of my hardening dick and I began to lightly dry hump her while steadily working her fuzzy, red-haired mound with my finger.

From where I was sitting I could see the whole office with its row of three bolted down desks lined up in front of us. Linda pulled Margaret over to the one on our left. Letting go with one hand, she maintained her hold and cranked up hard on Margaret’s wrists, forcing her face down onto the desk, just as her daughter Daphne had been forced onto the backroom table. I thought, “No. She wouldn’t dare do that.”

Margaret’s skirt was ripped off, revealing tan, supple legs and frilly blue briefs over her tight behind. Whipping out daughter Daphne’s wad of soiled, cum-soaked panties, Linda tightly bound her wrists in back with the waistband. Bringing the rest up in front through Margaret’s crotch, she stretched the pink elastic to the breaking point and squeezed one of the leg loops over Margaret’s head.

With a little relief I realized she was only using them for better control. The pink band dug into Margaret’s vagina, pulling down tautly on her neck and wrists at the same time, while Linda straddled her waist and sat heavily, pinning her down. Grabbing under Margaret’s chin with both hands, she pulled her head up painfully and spat in her ear, “Now we’ll see who’s the real manager around here.””

“I’m in charge now and your employees are going to work like they never have before. You just sit back and watch the show. Look at Daphne over there. She seems to be enjoying it.” Margaret couldn’t help but look, her head bent back by Linda’s vice-like grip on her chin.

It was hard trying to see all the action in this three ring circus all at once and keep my control on Diane. She still fought me, but I had her arms pinned good and continued to work my bulge into her squirming bottom. She shook her head around and tried to bite me, red mane flying into my face, but she stopped cold when I popped my finger into her snatch, the white satin pushing in with it.

Even through her panties I could feel that she was getting warm and wet in there whether she wanted it or not. I got another finger in and slid the panties in and out, the increasing friction heating the material and also building up a static charge on the satin.

My eyes followed Margaret’s over to the desk on my right. Ripping the blouse up over Daphne’s head, Jeff exposed her bare breasts. Having surrendered completely by now, she didn’t fight him as he grabbed a jug in each hand and began squeezing. He had made the grab close in by her ribs and with each squeeze her mounds ballooned out in front, flushing red in his tight grip. Her brown nipples began pushing themselves out a little at a time, growing stiffer and longer each time, as if being inflated by her pumping breast bags.