Kristin's Demotion

by Lorenzo Marks

  Kristin was now staring above Henry’s head, out of the window.

  “All I’ve achieved…” she muttered in a barely audible voice.

  “But you still have a job,” Henry reminded her. “Your family’s reputation remains intact, and apart from within the walls of this company, so does yours.”

  Now her eyes locked on his again.

  “Oh yes, there’s still plenty more for you regarding OFS Software. By the time I’m through, you’ll be nothing more than the office pet.”

  He regarded her a moment, gauging her reaction. Was there any fight left?

  “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.

  “You know why. This is payback time. The staff deserve their revenge. Besides, the company will still have a use for you. In fact, you may be surprised to learn that you are going to be instrumental in saving the Motoko account.”

  Kristin looked at him searchingly.

  “Master…?”

  “All in good time. I need to spend some time establishing your credentials first.”

  “Credentials?” repeated Kristin, looking totally bewildered now.

  Henry reveled in the moment as Kristin’s head spun with a variety of awful possibilities.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll perform wonderfully. Now, while you were busy seducing your boss, I have been doing a little work of my own. Come and sit down.”

  Kristin reluctantly took her place on the low seat at the desk.

  Henry turned his computer screen towards her.

  “I’m introducing a new angle to our little games,” he announced. “It will help create a feeling of authenticity to your new persona. From now on, instead of my having to constantly give you verbal instructions, I shall leave them on this desktop planner. Each morning, you will consult it and follow the instructions to the letter. You will fulfill them in order. This will be your daily routine from here on. Of course, if at any time, I intervene and tell you to do something else, then you will stop whatever you are doing and follow my commands as usual. I hope you got all that, because I don’t want to have to repeat it.”

  Kristin looked at the screen and nodded glumly.

  “This way, if I’m not in the office, you will still have things to do. And if I find out that you haven’t done them, you know the consequences.”

  Henry watched her face for a moment and decided that the more he crushed her resolve, the lovelier she looked.

  He clicked the mouse and said, “Why don’t you begin right now? I’ve got work to do.”

  He pretended to turn his attention to a stack of documents but secretly observed her as she read the first line. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her glance at him but he pretended not to notice and she said nothing.

  Then Kristin stepped away from the desk and facing him, grasped the hem of her dress and once again pulled it over her head. Next the leopard skin panties came off and she was naked in his office. Over the top of his monitor, he saw her thighs move apart and her hand drop between her legs.

  He tried hard not to grin as she began to masturbate before him. Her other hand moved across her breasts, tweaking her nipples to erection. Unable to maintain the pretense any longer, Henry sat back in his chair and looked directly at her, enjoying the sordid show.

  “My, my,” he mocked. “I guess Brian wasn’t able to satisfy you.”

  Kristin was already blushing beautifully and her shame now intensified as she realized why he had devised this little alteration to their arrangement. By having her carry out his commands without him having to verbalize them, he could pretend that she was acting out of her own free will. Both of them knew it was a charade, but that didn’t matter to Henry. It was the illusion that mattered, especially in front of the others.

  Henry folded his arms and wallowed in her humiliation. His instructions had been precise. She was to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then stop. Once she had settled down, she was to begin the process again, and repeat it until he told her to consult the planner again.

  Kristin was breathing a little heavily now, and her hips were gyrating very slightly. She bent forward at the waist and let out a little effeminate grunt. Her eyes became glazed and then she abruptly pulled her hand away and straightened up. Henry studied her pussy and saw that it was moist and her labia were puffed and swollen.

  Excellent, he thought. She wasn’t faking it.

  Henry began tapping away at his computer while his distraught and increasingly agitated slave went through her cycle of masturbation and denial. It was, Henry decided, a highly erotic scene, and one he would never tire of.

  He left her to it while he worked. The only sounds were Henry’s keyboard, the muffled noises from the office outside, and Kristin’s expressions of interrupted self gratification.

  It was nearly an hour before he finally told her to read the next entry. He wanted her thoroughly frustrated before she went on to her next task.

  Without bothering to put on her dress, Kristin clicked on the planner and started reading. Henry watched for her reaction, and again saw a flash of horror in her eyes but nothing more. Then, ever so slowly, she pulled on the mini-dress but left the thong on the floor. As she turned barefoot towards the door, Henry said, “Where are you going?”

  Kristin’s shoulders tensed and she turned her ruddy face towards him.

  “Master, I…”

  She glanced at the laptop, and then comprehending the new rules of the game said, “May I go out to the main office?”

  “Will you be long?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Very well. Try not to get into any trouble.”

  After Kristin had closed the door behind her, Henry couldn’t resist a chuckle. Everything was still going beautifully to plan.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Barefoot, wearing nothing but the clinging dress, with her uncovered pubes wet and turgid from her constant fingering, Kristin stood outside Shepard’s door and surveyed the office.

  Everyone was going about their business as usual and how she envied them. It seemed like years since she had strutted confidently through here, barely acknowledging their timid greetings. Now, as she stepped across the thick carpeting, nobody spoke to her, although she knew they were looking.

  As she made her way numbly across to the research and development department, Kristin was again mindful of the fact that with every idiotic and demeaning act Shepard made her perform, her chances of one day repairing her reputation were slipping away. No matter how this came out, people would always remember, and they would never view her in the same light again.

  She came up behind Miles Bishop and tried to recall the exact instructions that Shepard had written out. Her once lucid and well-organized mind had turned into a chattering madhouse, with a myriad of thoughts and emotions competing for her attention. Her sexually aroused condition, coupled with her feeling of intense shame, masked the appalling significance of what she was about to do.

  “Miles,” Kristin said softly.

  “Miss Hartman!” he said, swiveling around on his chair. “You startled me.”

  Horribly aware that she was within earshot of the occupants of the adjacent cubicles, Kristin whispered in his ear, “Would you please meet me in the store room?”

  Miles blinked up at her.

  “What for, Miss Hartman?”

  Kristin noted that although he was staring at her in his usual bland way, there was a hint of a smile on his lips that betrayed his true thoughts. Only the previous night, this pathetic boy had seen her naked, had driven her twice to orgasm, and had been party to her sexual humiliation. He was now her superior and they both knew it, and by publicly according her with the same respect as he used to, it seemed that he was mocking her even more.

  As she prepared to follow Shepard’s precise written instructions, she wondered if Miles was privy to this latest development in her predicament. If not, she thought
despairingly, then like Brian, he was going to believe that she was acting out of her own volition.

  “I have something important to tell you,” she said, hoping that nobody else could hear.

  Miles’ gaze dropped to the outline of her prominent nipples and Kristin saw his Adam’s apple bounce in his neck.

  “Okay,” he said. “Give me a minute.”

  Without another word, Kristin hurried down the short flight of steps which led to the store room, went inside and switched on the light. A moment later Miles came in and Kristin turned the deadbolt on the door. She wanted no unexpected witnesses to this. Miles stood before her amid the rows of shelves and boxes.

  “So what is this about?” he asked in his uneven voice.

  Kristin let out a deep sigh and looked down at her bare feet.

  “I’ve been a naughty girl,” she said, reciting Shepard’s exact words.

  Miles stared at her impassively.

  “I did a bad thing,” Kristin continued, looking back up at him.

  Still there was no response from the nerd.

  “I deserve to be punished,” Kristin concluded miserably.

  Miles held her gaze for a long moment and then said, “I know.”

  Kristin’s heart jumped.

  She had carried out her orders to the letter. Her final instruction was to wait for Miles’ reaction and cooperate with whatever he decided to do. She had clung to the slight hope that he would merely send her back to Shepard’s office but that idea dissolved now.

  “You know?” she repeated timorously.

  Miles nodded slowly.

  “I know what you did, Miss Hartman.”

  Kristin’s mind was racing. She should have known it had been Miles all along. There was no way that Shepard had the brains to crack her codes. The bastard had been fed the information by this freaky kid!

  “You got into my files?” she asked

  “It wasn’t difficult.”

  Suddenly, Kristin felt an overwhelming urge to fly at him and smash his glasses into his face. Here, standing in front of her, was the reason why her life was being systematically dismantled.

  “But why?”

  “Because it was wrong.”

  “But I never did anything to you.”

  “You were not nice, Miss Harman. You were not nice to everybody.”

  That’s it? Kristin screamed in her head. I’ve been reduced to a mentally retarded office slut because I was not nice?

  She clenched her fists and unclenched them and then took a deep breath. Think. Maybe there’s a way out here. This geek doesn’t seem as heartless as Shepard. Maybe I can appeal to his sense of compassion.

  “Did you know he was going to do this to me?” she asked slowly.

  Miles shook his head.

  “I thought he was going to get you fired,” he said.

  Kristin moved closer to him. She could smell his sickly sweet breath but it hardly mattered considering how intimate they had already been together.

  “He’s hurting me, Miles,” she said.

  She was inches away now, looking up into his eyes.

  “You can do something, can’t you? You can make things go away so even the FBI can’t find them.”

  “But he has everything now. It’s too late.”

  “I know you can do it. You can do anything. You can erase the trail.”

  “You don’t understand…”

  “We can be friends, Miles. We can do things together like we did last night.”

  Kristin had her hands on his shoulders, her face almost touching his. Miles screwed his eyes shut.

  “He helped me…” Miles said.

  “Please help me,” Kristin breathed. “I’ll do anything you want”

  She parted her lips and lightly touched them against his.

  And then Miles pushed her.

  He shoved her so hard that she ricocheted off a stack of cardboard boxes and was dumped unceremoniously onto her backside on the hard floor. She sat there looking up at him in bewilderment.

  “You were a bad person, Miss Hartman,” Miles said. “If I help you, you’ll be just the same as before.”

  Kristin opened her mouth and shook her head slowly.

  “You’re nicer this way,” Miles said. “Everyone thinks so.”

  “Miles, please…”

  “I’m going to tell Henry…”

  “No!”

  Miles turned the deadbolt and reached for the handle but before he could open the door, Kristin had scampered across to him on all fours and hooked her arms around his legs.

  “Don’t, please don’t!” Kristin begged him. “I’m sorry!”

  “Henry will be angry. He’ll punish you.”

  “Don’t Miles! Don’t tell him! You punish me. I want you to punish me!”

  Miles let go of the handle and looked down at her.

  “Do you mean it?”

  “Yes! I’ve been bad. I deserve it. Just please don’t tell Henry.”

  She let go of his legs and sat back on her heels, looking up at him imploringly.

  “You do deserve it,” Miles said. “You need to be sorry for what you did.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Every day.”

  Kristin stopped.

  “Every…?”

  “You must come to me to be punished every day.”

  “But I…”

  “Or I go and see Henry.”

  So that’s it, she thought. I have a choice. Come to see Miles on a daily basis, or risk the wrath of Shepard. Which would be worse? Surely Miles couldn’t come up with anything more deviant than that sick bastard?

  Kristin bit her lower lip and nodded.

  “Very well, Miles. I’ll come and see you every day for my punishment.”

  A lop-sided grin crept across his face. With a heavy heart, Kristin understood that she had just accepted another unwanted lover into her life. Now, on a daily basis, she would have to attend to both Brian and Miles before she even started to play Shepard’s warped games.

  “Bend over those boxes,” said Miles, his voice quivering with anticipation.

  The clipped command almost sounded as if it was coming from Shepard. Clearly, the events of the previous evening had changed Miles’ attitude towards her completely. Wearily, she got to her feet, leaned her elbows on the stack of boxes, and pushed out her ass.

  “Open your legs,” Miles said from behind her.

  She guessed what was coming, and as she complied, she felt the hem of her mini-dress riding up over her bare buttocks. Then she felt Miles’ cold hands on them, kneading and squeezing, and next, pulling the dress up and scrunching it around her waist. He traced his finger along her exposed slit and she felt her already inflamed labia begin to swell again. After a few strokes he removed his hand and Kristin waited in her obscene pose. She heard him rummaging around the shelves and then jumped with surprise as a stinging blow ripped across her buttocks.

  She let out a string of yelps as she received a further series of whacks across her naked rump. It felt as though he was spanking her with a metal ruler and although it was not overly painful, the thought that it was being administered by the nerdy programmer - and that she had begged him to do it! - caused her face to burn with shame.

  After a few minutes, the spanking stopped. Kristin heard his zipper coming down and the clink of his belt buckle as he dropped his pants. Without preamble, she felt him push the tip of his pencil-like cock against her opening and then he thrust forward. Kristin took the slender invader with a gasp, remembering how its extreme angle brought it in direct contact with her g-spot.

  With each thrust, she felt her fervor building. The sex with Brian earlier had been, for her, cold and impassionate. She had been acting as Shepard had instructed but she had faked her orgasm. With Miles however, the complete physical matching of their sex organs quickly served to excite her already stimulated body.

  The
last thing Kristin wanted was to enjoy sex with this spotty kid, but despite her revulsion, waves of pleasure began to pulsate through her body. Miles was pounding her rapidly now and she could feel him tightening inside her. As he spurted his load Kristin climaxed with a squeal that was surely audible upstairs.

  As the convulsions subsided, Kristin let out a sob of anger. She was behaving like a whore! Miles slid out and pulled up his pants. Kristin stayed in position waiting for him to release her. He had other ideas however. She heard him rummaging through the shelves again and then he said, “Reach behind and pull your cheeks apart.”

  Kristin cocked her head, wondering if she had understood him correctly. When he repeated the command, she did as she was bade.

  “Wider than that,” Miles said hoarsely, so Kristin pulled her ass cheeks out until her anus and dripping sex were prominently on view. Supporting herself on the box with her head turned to one side, Kristin was just able to observe Miles putting a rubber thimblette over his index finger. He moved out of her field of vision and then she felt the little inverted dimples resting against her anus. He twisted and pushed and Kristin let out a mewl of discomfort as he worked his finger in up to the middle knuckle. When he withdrew it, the rubber intruder remained firmly embedded inside Kristin’s rectum.

  “Now turn around and get on your knees.”

  Kristin knelt on the cement floor, the dress still pulled up under her breasts. Miles had a black marker in his hand and he sat on a low metal stool in front of her. She remained motionless as, to her disbelief, he starting tracing lines on her face. When he was done, he stood up and went to the door.

  “You can keep those reminders for the rest of the day,” he said, and was gone.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight