Chapter 6: At the Office

The night of the last day of our sixth month, after my milking and after dinner, Ahmed asked us about how the management of the computers was organized. We explained to him that the servers were administered by one team and the personal computers and laptops by another; both teams centralised and remote where the servers were running. However, for physically managing the personal computers (repairing them, installing some software, or adding elements such as keyboards, monitors, and printers), each building had one person responsible. He asked about the responsible person in our building, and we gave Ahmed information about him. He was a man named Andrew, very lazy and incompetent, and, at a personal level, a complete asshole.

He worked in my department until, due to his lack of performance, he was ‘degraded’ to the maintenance of laptops. It was a job considered boring and undesirable by technology professionals, without possibilities of promotion, and he worked alone in a room in the basements where laptops, printers, and spare parts were stored. I joined the department shortly after he was transferred, so I had heard that he considered me to be responsible for his transfer.

In addition to that, he was always trying to grope every woman who came within his reach. One day he tried to kiss and grope Aisha in the elevator, and Aisha gave him a slap in the face. She then reported the case to the Human Resources Department, which imposed a sanction on him. Physically, he was thin and short, with straight hair, small eyes, and a rat-like face. He probably had an inferiority complex, and it showed in the overbearing way he treated others.

We didn’t know why Ahmed was asking for the information and didn’t say anything to him about our clashes, but we gave him the information about Andrew’s job he asked for. We didn’t dare deny him the information, as he would get it eventually, and if we lied to him, it would be worse. We wished not to have any contact with such an undesirable person.

The following Sunday, when Aisha was leaving for the office, Ahmed gave Aisha instructions: “I’ve investigated that guy, and he’s the perfect candidate. Take this webcam, which is already connected to your mobile, and hide it in your office, pointing to your desk, and call Andrew with any excuse to your office. When Andrew is in the office, lock the door and call me.” Also, he ordered Aisha to put on the chastity belt but not the bra.

Aisha left, and three hours later, Ahmed received her call. He connected my computer to an address, and we could see and hear on the screen the office of Aisha. She was pointing to her printer, and Andrew was saying that the device was working correctly. Both seemed very tense: She, because did not know what Ahmed was preparing; he, because hates her for the HR complaint.

Then Ahmed said, “Slut, tell Andrew that someone wants to talk to him and activate the speaker phone.” She obeyed, and Andrew made a surprised face when she told him about the call. Then Ahmed said, “Andrew, you don’t know me, but I have a proposal that will be very beneficial for both of us.”

Andrew answered in a bad mood, “Is it a joke?” and then, talking to Aisha, “Do you want to get me in trouble again, bitch?”

Ahmed said, “No, she has no say in this deal, although she is part of it. I want you to do some work for me on the computers; in return, I will give you a reward.”

Andrew replied, “Which work and which reward?”

Ahmed answered, “The work is to install on all the laptops a software that could allow me to remotely view the screen and webcam,” Andrew interrupted him, “That is illegal, too much work, and could cost me my job. You are mad!”

Calmly, Ahmed continued, “Wait till you hear the reward; the reward is the use of the Slut you have in front of you.”

Andrew, surprised, asked, “What do you mean?”

Ahmed replied, “She is my slave and will do anything I order her. If you do the work, I’ll order her to obey you. I’m going to show you. Slut, kneel in front of your new master, and obey all his orders.”

When I heard the conversation, I thought, ‘The worst nightmare is becoming reality. To have someone as vindictive and spiteful, ordering us in the office, will be terrible.’ I saw Aisha on the verge of tears, hating to humble herself before him, but reluctantly she obeyed Ahmed and knelt in front of Andrew.

Hesitantly, Andrew moved his hand forward and began fondling Aisha’s breast. When she didn’t move, he became bolder and started groping both breasts. Suddenly he remembered, “But I heard that she got married to that wimp of Robert. What about her husband?”

Ahmed reassured him, “Don’t worry. He is also my slave and will obey you.”

Andrew continued his exploration of Aisha’s body. He moved one hand to her face, caressing her and rubbing his thumb on her lips, and, gradually inserting his thumb in her mouth, he asked Ahmed, “Will I be able to get a blowjob from her?”

Ahmed answered, “If you do your work, you can fuck her in any hole, including her ass. Until then, only her mouth will be available for you. You can test her skills right now. Lately, she has had a lot of practice sucking cocks. She has earned the name Slut.”

Andrew ordered Aisha. “Stand up and strip, Slut!” She stood up and began undressing. When she was naked, he circled around, touching her on some points and commenting, “You ringed her, great. A slave must be marked and ringed. And what are these metallic pants?”

Ahmed replied, “It’s a chastity belt. She can’t cum or be fucked without my permission. I’m the only one who can unlock the device. When you finish your work, I will give you the application and codes to unlock it.”

Andrew asked, “And her husband?”

Ahmed’s answer: “He doesn’t have access to her holes, and even if he had access, he would not be able to do anything because he has a similar device. In fact, he hasn’t cum in 5 months and hasn’t fucked her,” surprised and delighted Andrew at the same time.

He stood behind Aisha, cupped her breasts, and, pressing his groin against Aisha’s ass and mauling her breasts, said, “I can’t wait to fuck her ass, but now we can start with a blowjob. Slut, get down on your knees, and suck me!”

She knelt, opened his trousers, and took his already erect cook in her mouth, licking the tip. Andrew was enthusiastic, “Look at you! Once so proud, you’re now on your knees, sucking my cock like a cheap whore. You will regret rejecting me.”

Aisha began crying silently, but she continued and gradually inserted more and more of his cock in her mouth. She began bobbing up and down on his cock, stopping before the entrance of her throat, but he put his hand on the back of Aisha’s head and began pushing until all his cock was inside Aisha’s mouth. He held her in that position for almost one minute until she began to squirm at the lack of oxygen, and he let her withdraw until only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. He repeated the sequence several times until finally, one last time, with her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, his cock in her throat started cumming stream after stream of his cum directly into her stomach.

She knelt down, settling back on her heels, and continued crying with her head looking down. I was devastated to see her like that and by the situation.

He closed his trousers, and once his lust had subsided, he apparently began to regret the agreement and said, “Well, I need to think about this agreement. I’ll love to fuck this Slut, but what you are asking for is risky and complex. I’m not sure...”

But as usual, Ahmed was prepared and had closed the trap: “I think it’s too late to exit from the agreement. If you don’t follow my orders, the police will receive a video showing your house with all the porn films you have been smuggling and today’s video showing you having sex with a married woman. In this country, the distribution of porn and adultery are crimes punishable by imprisonment and even the death penalty. You can choose between directly going to jail or taking advantage of your reward with a small risk of jail. What do you choose?”

Andrew, irritated, replied, “You are very ‘convincing’; I will keep the agreement.”

Ahmed continued, “I want you to start today, beginning with Aisha, Robert, and your PCs, continuing by all executives and directors, and later by other managers. As soon as you have some PCs, send me the software and codes to control them. When you notify me that you have at least reached manager level, I’ll grant you access to her chastity belt. You can use the Slut whenever and however you prefer in the office. She and Robert, the slave, will obey you. The only limitations are that you can’t risk their jobs and that you must do an STD medical test just today and send it to me through the Slut.

“We don’t want more problems and waiting times. When you have all the PCs controlled, I want you to scan for any information or images that could be useful to blackmail people, like money stolen, extramarital affairs, internal information sent to competing companies, etc. I will give you some of the money I get from your information.”

Andrew answered, “I’ll follow your instructions to the letter. Slut, I want you in my office every day, 15 minutes before you begin your daily tasks.”

The next day, when I opened my laptop, I received a video call from Andrew. When I answered, I saw how she knelt in front of him, who was sitting in her chair, unzipped his zip, took her cock, and began sucking him. I found the look of satisfaction on his face utterly disgusting as he watched, hands behind his head, how she was giving him a blowjob.

He said, “This is the position that corresponds to you, on your knees, silently, with a cock in your mouth. Look into my eyes; it turns me on to see the humiliation in your eyes while you suck the cock of a man you despise and who a few months ago you didn’t even allow to touch you, and look at you now. Get used to the taste of my cum because you will be swallowing a lot of it for the next few months.” With those words, he began cumming in her mouth.

Just when he finished, he ordered her: “Don’t swallow and open your mouth; I want to see my cum in your tongue ... Savour it and taste it ... I heard that you are very used to swallowing cum ... It is the cum of your master that very soon will fill your cunt and your ass ... You can swallow and leave now. I’ve got work to do. I’ll wait for you before you go home.” Then the call ended.

In the afternoon, I had a similar call.

On Tuesday, we went together as usual to the office, and Aisha told me that Andrew was waiting for both of us. When we entered his office, he ordered us to kneel in front of his chair, then said to Aisha, “Slut, you know your daily task. Get started!” And while she took his cock and began sucking, he began to comment to me: “I want you in the front row, watching how your wife sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. You took my job, and now I’m taking your wife. Watch her lips wrap around my cock. She has a hot mouth made for sucking cocks. I am glad she has found her purpose in life. It is a pity that you cannot enjoy her skills. She deep-throats like a professional whore. Look how I push her head, and the head of the cock goes into her throat.

“When my cock began entering her throat, she began gagging and retching, but I continued until her lips were around the base of my cock ... Like now, I like to maintain her head until she is desperate to breathe and then let her withdraw. But she must maintain at least the tip in her mouth, and we began the cycle again until I’m ready to. Fuck! Her mouth is like a hot cunt; I don’t know how much longer I can go on without cumming ... Fuck! Yes! Take my cum in your mouth, Slut! ... Ahhh ... Watch Robert: When I finish in her throat, the cum goes directly to her stomach, but when I finish in her mouth, like this time, I’ve trained her to maintain the cum in her mouth until I grant her permission to swallow. This time, we will do something else. Slut, kiss your husband, and share my cum with him! You can leave. I’ll wait for you before you go home.”

Aisha kissed me, pushed some of the cum into my mouth, and I got my first taste of Andrew’s cum. After that, we stood up and went to our offices.

On the way to the elevator in the basement, I stopped to hug Aisha. She began crying: “I can’t bear it any longer ... I was abused at home, but now I must bear the abuse and humiliations of that bastard in the office too.”

I didn’t know what to say to make her feel better. I felt humiliated too, and I couldn’t see any way to escape. However, I tried to encourage her: “I’ll try to think of a way to combat Andrew silently. Courage Aisha! And remember that I’m by your side, and I love you. I don’t care what happens to you or what you must do. I love you.” We kissed and caressed our heads for a while, and, with our spirits renewed, we went to work.

At lunch time, when we were sitting at our table, Andrew approached our table with a bowl of salad and said to Aisha, “Sorry, we confuse salad plates on the counter; that’s mine and this is yours. Your salad has your preferred dressing.”

He took the salad from Aisha and let her have another one. We looked at the salad with curiosity and saw a coating or dressing of something white. The bastard had put his cum in the salad! He was seated at a nearby table, watching our reactions. It was an indirect order, and we knew that we must obey him or he will inform Ahmed, so, reluctantly, Aisha began eating her salad with distaste.

I began thinking about how we could get rid of this individual. It had to be a discreet method so that neither he nor Ahmed would find out what had happened. If we inform him directly about the spy software, he will be fired, but Ahmed will discover our trick and could be worse in his retaliation.

That afternoon, when we went to Andrew’s office, he took us back to the elevator. He ordered us to kneel inside, and he stood in the door, so the sensor blocked the door closing and the elevator moving. I was worried that someone might see us. The basement had an office supply warehouse, rooms with cleaning materials, and toilets with showers, so it wasn’t very busy, but there was another elevator, and someone could use the stairs.

Andrew ordered Aisha to open her blouse and suck him. While she was giving him the blowjob, he began fondling her breasts with his hands, saying, “Do you remember when, in this same elevator, you didn’t allow me to touch your tits? Well, you are sucking my cock, and I’m groping your naked tits.”

After some minutes, I could see that he was on the verge of cumming, then withdrew his cock from the mouth of Aisha and began sending long streams of cum to her hair, eyes, nose, mouth, and breasts. When he finished, he pressed the reception floor button in the elevator and took a step back, saying, “When your colleagues see you like this, they will realise that you are a whore and I’m just a victim.”

The door of the elevator closed, and we realised that in some seconds we would be on the reception floor of the building, at an hour with a lot of people leaving the office, on our knees, with Aisha coated in cum and her breasts exposed. I took my handkerchief and began cleaning her face while she buttoned her blouse without losing time cleaning her chest. Her hair was impossible to clean without creating a sticky mass, so she took a headscarf and put it on her head. When we arrived at the reception floor, we were still on our knees, finishing her appearance. We looked at the floor and pretended we were looking for a button in it. We managed to go unnoticed. When we went to the bus, we held hands, looked at each other, and smiled. It was a very small victory, but it boosted our morale and helped us feel united.

The next few days were teleworking days for Aisha, and we didn’t have contact with Andrew. At home, life continued as in previous months: Aisha’s daily blowjobs in the morning woke Ahmed and Hassan, and they fucked Aisha and sometimes me in the afternoons.

Next Sunday, Aisha was going to the office again. I was waiting for a video call early in the morning, but Andrew didn’t call.

However, near lunchtime, I received a video call. It was Andrew; I couldn’t see Aisha. Andrew told me, “I’ve almost finished the work for your master. In order to concentrate, relax, and finish on time, I came up with a solution, for which I had the help of the Slut. Look!”

He moved the laptop so I could see under his desktop. Kneeling, with his cock in her mouth, was Aisha. She had her blouse opened, and the chain between her nipple rings was locked to a ring under the seat of the chair. She looked tired.

He continued: “I missed her mouth this weekend, and I wanted to catch up with lost time, so I told her that until I don’t cum in her mouth six times, she will be locked to the chair. Even with her skills, this last time it took her a lot of effort. Perhaps her jaws are becoming tired, with a cock in her mouth all morning, but we are near the sixth time. You should see the efforts she is making. She’s putting all her interest into it, as if I were her husband. Now her tongue is circling the tip of my cock. With her help, I’ll end tomorrow, and next Tuesday I’ll fuck her cunt. Bye.”

The next day, in the afternoon, Aisha brought a pen drive from Andrew for Ahmed that contained the software for controlling the PCs. She also told me that her day was like the previous week, visiting Andrew in the morning and in the afternoon for a blowjob.

Ahmed installed the software, and I saw a list of PCs on the screen. If he selected one PC, he could see the screen and even activate the webcam and microphone. Probably Andrew had gotten the software from the Dark Web and installed it on the PCs thanks to his permissions for maintenance. Ahmed tested on my laptop, and I saw my screen replicated on his screen and the image of my webcam on his screen. When he activated the webcam, the light of the webcam was off, so it was impossible to detect that someone was watching you.

Ahmed said he was very satisfied: “He has done his job, so he will be rewarded.” Aisha and I looked at each other with concern.

On Tuesday, we went to the Andrew office, and he received us with a satisfied smile: “Using the remote-control software, your master had just sent me the application and codes for the chastity belt. Strip both!”

We undressed, and then he used an application on his mobile to unlock Aisha’s chastity belt. Since the piercing, I have only had my cock locked to my perineum with the padlock. Ahmed assumed that I would not try to escape as long as Aisha was reachable through the chastity belt, and he was right. Andrew ordered Aisha to bend over the desktop, and he stood behind her. He put the head of his cock at the entrance of her sex and began pushing. She only applied lubrication in the afternoons after returning home, as Ahmed had ordered a long time ago, so when he began entering her, it was painful for her and difficult for him.

He then said to me, “For such a Slut, she is not wet enough. Suck my cock so I can fuck your wife!”

I knelt and started sucking his cock, trying to provide as much saliva as possible to ease the insertion into Aisha’s vagina. While I sucked Andrew, Aisha was still over the desktop, with her ass exposed and her breasts pressed against the desktop. When he thought it was enough, he pushed me away, stood behind Aisha, held her with his hands on her hips, and began entering her. He entered slowly until he had her whole cock inside Aisha, then began sliding in and out of her vagina with an ever-increasing pace.

He commented, “Great cunt, and tight for a Slut ... Robert, you don’t know what you’re missing. But I’ll let you participate. Stood up at the other side of the desktop, just in front of her head, and you, Slut, lick his curved cock while I fuck you.”

I positioned myself as instructed by Andrew, and Aisha began licking my cock. It was torture. With the pleasant feeling of her tongue in my skin, my cock tried to become erect, pulling from the perineum, which in turn pulled painfully from the ring in my glans. My glans and the base of my cock hurt me terribly, and my erection stopped right at the start. However, when Aisha tried to stop, Andrew insisted, so I was on that roller coaster of a slightly pleasurable feeling and a very painful feeling until he finally reached his orgasm.

He put the chastity belt on Aisha and dismissed us, saying, “Slut, you will have my cum in your cunt all day, as a reminder of who is your master. This afternoon, I’ll test the last hole.”

That afternoon, in response to this warning and given that she did not have any lubrication with her, Aisha asked a colleague for hand lotion and, in the toilets, applied it to her anus. We entered his office, and Andrew was waiting for us with a smile. He ordered Aisha, “Strip! Kneel in front of me and beg me to fuck your ass. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass. Beg me while you confess that you are not worthy of me. We will be here until you are convinced. And try hard, because I’ll fuck you as long as it takes you to convince me.”

Aisha knelt in front of Andrew and started begging, trying to end the scene as soon as possible: “Please, Master Andrew, fuck my ass. I’m not worthy of your cum, but I am looking forward to being fucked in my ass by your big cock and receiving your cum in my bowels. I turned you down, and I’m very sorry. I’ve discovered that I’m a Slut and need to be fucked roughly by a man like you. Although I’ve been fucked in my ass many times, you will find my ass tight and hot for you because you have a big cock.”

He pushed her head until she had her face on the floor, moved behind her, and ordered her: “Open your buttocks with your hands for my cock,” and to me: “Guide my cock into her anus.”