Chapter 1: Monday

Kathy Andrews, at 28 years old, was the youngest VP of Financing the company had ever had. She also was one of the most beautiful women working for the company. Her long wavy blond hair was accented perfectly by her emerald green eyes. She was of average height, standing 5'6" tall; but nothing else about her was average. She could best be described as being exceptionally proportioned. Her large firm breasts were at least a 'C' cup in size, but seemed all the bigger by the fact that her waist was so tiny. Below that minuscule waist she had one of those asses which most would simply describe with one word - perfect. Its shape, size, and firmness, were beyond description.

Although not overly bright, she was an exceptionally hard worker who always seemed to know what cards to play and when, to garner favor with the senior management. And one of those cards she played often was the appearance card, much to the dismay of some of her co-workers. Within several years of starting work, she had managed to work her way up from the general secretarial pool to her current position as VP of Financing. Unfortunately, Kathy also had a personality to match. From the moment she started working there, she had an arrogant air about her. She treated everyone around her, with the exception of senior management, like they were less than her - nobodies. And for those unfortunate enough to work for her, she made their lives a living hell. She had no problem telling people when they made mistakes, but was never one to praise good work. And if one of her people actually did something noteworthy, she would always ensure that she took full credit for the idea, rather than letting senior management know who was really responsible.

Kathy, in her mind, was on top of the world. When she started working for the company, she had been forced to work in the 'bullpen' with the rest of the pool of secretaries, sharing a desk with another employee. And now, just a few years later, she sat in her own plush office which even had its own bathroom. She had been promoted into the position at just the right time, as the building was undergoing major renovation then. She had been placed in charge of the renovation project and therefor had complete control over the design and layout of her own office. One of the things she had insisted on was having her own private bathroom and the other was making the walls soundproof. Kathy enjoyed exercising her power and would often scream and yell at her employees for very trivial things. For this reason, she wanted the soundproofing so that anyone walking by the office wouldn't accidentally overhear her tirade. It certainly wouldn't do to have a senior member of the firm hearing her treat an employee like that.

Kathy's belligerent attitude and demeanor turned many employees against her. And no one hated her more than her executive assistance Vicki Chambers. She had been working at the company for several years prior to Kathy's arrival, and when the promotion came that would have elevated Vicki out of the secretarial pool, she lost it to the newcomer Kathy.

Now Vicki wasn't an ugly woman, she just couldn't compete with the natural beauty that Kathy possessed. She had long jet black straight hair, and dark almond eyes which went well with her slim high cheek bone facial features. She had an attractive figure, though somewhat on the smaller end of the spectrum. She was several inches shorter than Kathy measuring only 5'4", so her 36B breasts seemed smaller than they really were. One thing Vicki did have that Kathy didn't was a keen intellect. Unfortunately for her, Kathy knew that and that was why she had arranged for Vicki to be her executive assistant. This way she would be able to keep Vicki under her thumb and take the credit for any good ideas that she came up with.

However, as it happens with many people in power, Kathy began to become complacent. She became overconfident in her control over Vicki and stopped scrutinizing her every action, believing that Vicki knew her place in the big scheme of things and wouldn't dare take action against her. This proved to be the weakness Vicki had been looking for.

After months of preparation, Vicki was finally ready to confront Kathy and begin the process of change. Gathering up the papers she needed to put her plan into action, she marched into Kathy's office and closed the door without a word. Now before today, this was completely unheard of. Kathy demanded complete obedience from her employees, and insisted they first announce their presence through the speaker phone and wait for permission to enter.

Kathy expression of shock quickly turned into anger when she saw that it was Vicki who had broken the rules. 'That impetuous bitch' she thought to herself. 'I see I'll have to knock her down a peg or two and remind her who's boss.' A vicious sneer began to form at the corners of her mouth.

But before Kathy could say a word, Vicki had marched right up to the desk and plopped the package of papers in front of her. "Before you have one of your little temper tantrums KATHY," stressing the word Kathy, "I think you'd best read those papers."

Kathy's expression quickly reverted to shock at hearing Vicki's tone of voice as well as the fact that she had used her first name. For Kathy, that had been absolutely forbidden. She enjoyed having everyone around her refer to her as 'Ms Andrews'. She thought it helped to remind them of their subservient position to her. Momentarily silenced, Kathy picked up the top sheet and began perusing its contents. At first she didn't understand what she was reading, but as she got to the second and third page, it became readily apparent what it was that she had before her.

"What... how... I don't understand?" she stumbled over her words, trying to piece together what was happening.

"Well Kathy, I think its fairly obvious what it is you've been doing. From looking at those papers, it seems you've been siphoning off a lot of money from the company over the last few months," Vicki replied with an evil grin on her face. "I guess your plush little salary just isn't enough to sustain you anymore, and you now have to steal from the company to sustain your life style."

"No. That's crazy. I would never do that. I've never seen these papers before today. I didn't do this," she objected vehemently - a slightly crazed look beginning to appear in her eyes.

Because of Kathy's arrogant belief that her employees, especially Vicki, would be loyal to her for fear of losing their jobs, she didn't always check the work that they were doing or the paperwork that she was signing. Over the last few months, Kathy had been content to let Vicki run a lot of the projects and just sign off on the paperwork when necessary. This way, she didn't have to do any of the work, but could take all of the credit when it was done. Unfortunately for Kathy, Vicki had been slowly inserting various legal documents for her to sign which authorized the creation of a personal bank account in Kathy's name and the transfer of hundreds of thousands of dollars from the company into this same account. It was done over such a length of time and so surreptitiously that Kathy never had a clue to what was going on. Now, all of a sudden, there was incontrovertible proof that she had singlehandedly stolen a very large sum of money from the company. Every piece of paper had her signature on it - no one else's.

"You bitch!" Kathy shouted at Vicki. "How fucking dare you..."

"NO. You listen to me you fucking cunt," Vicki snarled viciously back at her. Years of hatred bottled up, suddenly exploded out of Vicki. "I've put up with your fucking bullshit for too many years."

Kathy sat back in stunned silence at seeing such raw hatred flow out of Vicki. Until now, Kathy never really understood how much her employees truly hated her.

"There's enough evidence there to ensure you go away for a very long time. You're looking at 15-20 years minimum for the crimes you've committed. I imagine the women in prison will love to get their hands on you," Vicki chuckled menacingly.

"Wait... No... I didn't do this... I'm being set up," Kathy protested weakly.

"Do you think any court in this country will believe you?" Vicki asked incredulously. "Every fucking piece of paper has your original signature on it. Everybody in this company thinks you do all of the work on every project. In your arrogance, you've made sure of that. Nobody will believe that you allowed someone else to do anything for you."

With a sinking feeling Kathy knew what Vicki was saying was true. She always made sure everyone in senior management knew that all of the work done on any project was done by herself. She refused to give any credit to her staff. As far as the higher ups were concerned, Kathy micro managed everything and did all of the work herself.

"Please, why are you doing this to me Vicki?" Kathy asked with panic in her voice.

"WHY? You have the fucking gall to ask me WHY? Are you that fucking stupid? I would have thought 'why' would be the easiest answer for you." Vicki replied contemptuously. "You come into this office with no education or experience, and through your slutty looks alone, get promotions over people who truly deserve them. On the way up the ladder, you never cared who you stepped on to make yourself look better. You treated everybody out in that office with contempt - like we were worthless. You thrived off making our lives miserable. Well, guess what missy, it's all over now. You'll be spending the next 20 years of your life behind bars."

"No, please. There must be another way," Kathy begged. She realized that what Vicki was saying was true.

"There is, so listen up cunt, because I'm only going to say this once," Vicki replied.

Kathy immediately sat up straight in her chair upon hearing that there may be a way out of this mess for her. She expected Vicki was going to make some demands for money, or perhaps a promotion and pay raise. She thought she was prepared for what she was about to hear.

"You have two choices available to you. The first is that from this point forward, you will become my property. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say - without question or hesitation."

"What? Are you fucking crazy?" Kathy asked incredulously. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Your other choice is jail then," Vicki replied nonchalantly. "You have one hour to decide. I'll be back at 9:30pm." And without a further word, Vicki turned around and marched out of the office, closing the door behind her.

Sitting back at her desk, Vicki smiled to herself as she played back the scene in her mind. Everything had went exactly as she had planned. 'God, the look on Kathy's face when she delivered the options was priceless' she thought to herself. Even before the hour was up, Vicki knew what decision Kathy would make. Kathy wasn't bright enough to fight this in court and she valued her comfy position and salary way too much to risk giving it all up.

When at last the hour had passed, Vicki got up from her desk and marched back into Kathy's office. She was still sitting at her desk with a stunned look on her face, looking at the papers before her. Without being asked, Vicki sat herself in the chair in front of the desk and waited silently for Kathy to speak.

After several more moments of silence, Kathy finally looked up from the papers and began to try and reason with Vicki. "Look Vicki. It's obvious we got off to a bad start here. I'm sure we can be friends if we tried. I have money I can give you, or there's that new position that's opening up in contracts I can get you. What do you say?" she offered, trying to sound reasonable.

"You must take me for an idiot." Vicki replied. "I guess that's your decision then is it?" Starting to rise from her chair. " I'll go give the police a call right now. See ya," and she began walking towards the door.

"No. Wait. Please. There must be another way. Why are you doing this to me?" Kathy whined.

"I thought we already went through this you stupid cow," Vicki snapped back. "You have 10 seconds to make a decision, so choose wisely."

Defeated, Kathy sank bank into her chair and near tears, and mumbled, "Alright. I'll do it. Just please don't call the police."

"Very well. Lets get some ground rules out of the way then. First off, you will refer to me as Ma'am at all times when in private, and if in public, it will be Ms. Chambers. For the rest of your employees, you also will refer to them as Mr. or Ms. There will no longer be any first names for you. Second, and most importantly, you will obey me immediately no matter what it is I am telling you to do. Any hesitation or refusal on your part will result in severe punishment. And let me tell you, I will be vicious in my punishments of you. If at any time you just completely refuse to go along with the program, then all bets will be off and the documentation will be released to the police. There will be no tolerance for disobedience. Do you understand?" Vicki asked.

"Yes," Kathy replied quietly.

"Look at that. Your first infraction already. I guess you really are as dumb as you look, aren't you?" Vicki asked sarcastically.

"What did I do?" Kathy asked questioningly.

"That's two."

"No wait. Please,. I'm sorry, I forgot. Ma'am. There I said it alright?" She began to get desperate.

"I told you that I would have no tolerance for disobedience and therefor you will be punished accordingly," Vicki explained. "Now stand up whore."

With a shocked look on her face, Kathy tentatively stood up behind her desk.

"Now come around to the front of your desk where I can see you."

On obviously wobbly legs, she began to move slowly around her desk.

"Move it whore. You're slower than fucking molasses," Vicki chided.

Finally Kathy stood in front of her desk several feet away from where Vicki was sitting. She was extremely nervous and began fidgeting with her hands as she stood there under the gaze of her new tormentor. Kathy's wardrobe consisted of mainly tight blouses and short skirts as she realized the effect it had on men, more specifically the senior men of the company. But now as she stood there under the scrutiny of Vicki she began to feel horribly under-dressed.

"Every day you come into this office looking like a slut, so I think it's only appropriate that you act like one," Vicki explained... "Take off your clothes, NOW," raising her voice on the last word.

"Oh my God, please... ," Kathy began to plead.

"Are you disobeying me?" Vicki asked sharply.

"No... Ma'am." she hesitatingly replied, and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.

Untucking it from her skirt, she pulled it off her shoulders and placed in on the desk behind her. Looking imploringly at Vicki, hoping for some kind of reprieve, she hesitated momentarily at the skirt. When Vicki continued to sit there impassively and say nothing, Kathy's shoulders slumped further in defeat and she began to undo the clasp and zipper for her skirt. Wiggling her hips slightly she worked the skirt down and off her legs and placed it on top of her discarded blouse. Turning to face Vicki, her hands self-consciously moved to cover her bra and panties.

"My God, you really are the fucking slut, aren't you? Look at those panties," Vicki exclaimed.

Kathy's face reddened under the verbal assault.

"Now the underwear cow," Vicki ordered.

With shaking hands she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. Slowly drawing the straps down her arms, she finally pulled the cups away from her breasts and placed the bra with the rest of her clothes. As she turned back to face Vicki, her hands immediately went up to cover her exposed flesh.

"Keep your hands at your sides cunt," Vicki chastised.

Reddening further, Kathy lowered her hands from her breasts. Against her will, Kathy's nipples had hardened from the sudden exposure to the cool air blowing in from the air conditioner. Though Vicki would never admit it aloud, Kathy had beautiful breasts. The kind most women would love to own. Despite their size, they were extremely firm and had no visible sag to them.

"My God, look at those big fat tits of yours. It's no wonder you wear a support bra with those fucking udders." Vicki had no intention of giving Kathy any praise or kind words. "Now the panties cow," she ordered.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny panties, Kathy slowly rolled them off her hips and down her legs. As she bent down to step out of the panties, her tits swung pendulously below her. Once the panties had been added to the pile, she straightened back up and faced her tormentor, arms held firmly at her side.

Kathy, in all her vanity, had neatly shaven a heart in the tuft of hair above her pussy.

Laughing out loud, Vicki exclaimed, "Look at that jungle of hair down there. It's like the fucking Amazon forest. That dirty mess just won't do," Vicki scolded shaking her head. "When you get home tonight, you will shave it bare and keep it that way from now on. If I even get a hint of hair growing down there, I will sit you down in a chair and pull each and every hair out of your cunt with a pair of tweezers. Is that clear?"

Nodding her head yes, Kathy mumbled, "Yes Ma'am."

"Start turning around slowly." When Kathy had her back to her, Vicki told her to stop. "Spread the legs wide apart... Wider than that whore. Now bend over and spread those fat ass cheeks wide apart. Show me your dirty little asshole."

Kathy was blushing so deeply now that from her shoulders up was a dark rosy red in colour. Reaching back, she grabbed each of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Every part of her was perfect, which only served to make Vicki angrier.

"You're probably such a slut that you take in the ass all the time, don't you?" Vicki asked rhetorically.

"No Ma'am," Kathy responded quickly.

"I'll bet. While holding your ass cheeks apart, I want you to look back at me through your legs and repeat after me," Vicki ordered. Once Kathy was completely bent over and looking back at Vicki through her spread legs, she began. "I'm a worthless whore."

In an almost whispered voice, "I'm a worthless whore."

"I deserve to be punished."

"I deserve to be punished," Kathy repeated.

"I need to be humiliated and abused."

"I need to be humiliated and abused," Kathy repeated, choking back a sob.

"Very good slut. Now say it all again together," Vicki ordered.

"I'm a worthless whore. I deserve to be punished. I need to be humiliated and abused," Kathy stammered.

"Again."

"I'm a worthless whore. I deserve to be punished. I need to be humiliated and abused," she repeated.

"From now on bitch, that will be your motto. If I ask you to repeat your motto, I expect you to say it exactly as we've practiced here today. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," Kathy quickly added.

Getting up from her chair and moving it into the center of the room, Vicki ordered Kathy, "I've seen enough of that fat ass now, stand up and get over here."

Kathy stood and hastened over, glad to be no longer in that humiliating position.

"Sit down in the chair," motioning toward the seat she had just left.

The chair was one of those stuffed leather chairs which had the wooden padded arms which curved around from the backrest. The chair was naturally wider than ordinary ones as it was designed to hold the large girth of overweight, executive males. Kathy looked kinda foolish sitting in such a large chair completely naked, but it'd suit Vicki's purposes just fine.

Vicki then spent the next minute arranging Kathy on the chair. She had her slide forward until her ass was about half-way to the front of the seat. Leaning back, she then had Kathy lift her legs and hook her knees over the armrests of the chair. Lastly she had Kathy reach over and grab hold of each ankle with her hands. In this position, Kathy legs were splayed wide apart and it appeared as if she was offering up her tits and pussy to Vicki.

"Now listen very carefully to what I'm about to say," Vicki whispered, bending down and speaking softly in Kathy's ear. "You are to keep your hands on those ankles, NO MATTER WHAT. If I see them leave for even a split second, I will invite the entire office in here and let them each have a piece of you. And let me tell you, there are people out there who hate you even worse than I do," Vicki cautioned menacingly.

Walking over to the desk, Vicki opened the top drawer and pulled out a 12 inch plastic ruler. Tapping it menacingly in her hand she casually strolled back over to where Kathy sat spread eagled. Walking slowly around the chair she continued to tap the ruler into her hand, enjoying the sight of Kathy's naked body trembling in fear. Vicki had dreamed of dominating Kathy for as long as she had known her. And now, it was all coming true.

Stopping behind Kathy's head, Vicki bent down and whispered a final warning, "Remember what's going to happen if I see those hands move from those ankles. Right now this is just between you and me. But it could be with the whole office if you wish."

Not waiting for a response, Vicki stepped to Kathy's side and bringing the ruler down as hard as she could, hit Kathy across the top of her right breast. Instantly a dark red welt materialized on the milky smooth skin of her breast, and Kathy let fly a blood curdling scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." She had never felt such pain in all her life. Kathy had never had to work for her perfect body, it was just something that always was. She had never been into sports and had pretty much led a pampered life until now. So aside from a stubbed toe here and there, she had never really had any experience with real pain.

Letting Kathy catch her breath, Vicki waited several more seconds before bringing the ruler down hard across the top of her left breast. Another horrific scream. Kathy's hands were gripping her ankles so tight, that they were beginning to turn white from the pressure. Despite the fact that the office was soundproofed, Vicki began to get concerned that someone was going to hear Kathy's screams. When no one approached after the second scream, Vicki began to relax and started to get into the punishment.

Vicki began beating the ruler down rhythmically across Kathy's breasts. Starting at the top, she worked her way slowly down each breast, ensuring that no surface was missed. The screams were particularly brutal when the ruler landed right on the nipples. Kathy was sobbing so hard between her screams, that she was having a hard time catching her breath. When Vicki got to the undersides of Kathy's breasts, she reached down, and grabbing a nipple in one hand, pulled it out from the chest thereby exposing the sensitive underside. Holding the breast in this position, Vicki continued her assault until the entire surface of the breast was completely covered in red welts. She then did the same for the other breast.

Taking a break after the breasts were done, Vicki stood back to survey her handiwork. Kathy was a blubbering mess. She had cried so hard, that her face was red and blotchy from the exertion and her mascara was running in rivers down her cheeks. Her chest was heaving as she tried to regain her breath.

Stepping forward, Vicki bent down and whispered in Kathy's ear, "That was for your first disobedience. This is for your second one," and without further warning, brought the ruler down hard on Kathy's exposed pussy.

With just the tuft of hair on top, there was really nothing to soften the blow on this most sensitive of areas. Kathy had just started getting her breathing under control, when this latest strike fell. A new torrent of screams quickly followed. With slow, deliberate blows, Vicki struck first one pussy lip and then the other. After they were both a deep red, she reached down with one hand and spread the pussy lips apart, exposing Kathy's clit. Giving pause for effect, she then smacked the ruler down hard right onto Kathy's clit several times in rapid succession. Kathy's entire body went rigid as the pain coursed through her. Her hands had death grips on her ankles to the point that her nails were drawing blood from the flesh. Kathy's head had lolled back by this point, and her eyes began to roll up into her head. She was now just making grunting and moaning sounds. Figuring Kathy had had enough, Vicki put the ruler down and stepped back to admire her work. Looking down at her own hand, she realized that the one which had been in Kathy's pussy, was wet with juices.