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The Education of Bethany
by SilkenCock (address withheld)

***

Bethany, a stuck-up Christian woman, who revels in 
looking down on her co-workers and sharpening her 
holier-than-thou attitude, is now at the mercy of her 
employers, when they uncover evidence that she is not 
as chaste as she pretends to be. Now her faith, her 
chastity, and her son are in jeopardy. (MMF, Fm, ped, 
reluc, blkmail, inc)

***

Part 1

"Mr. Johnson would like to see you in his office."

Beth looked up from her keyboard just in time to see 
Mrs. Hardwick pass by. Beth did not like Mrs. Hardwick 
at all. Since she had started working at this law firm 
three weeks ago, Beth had lived in fear of the matronly 
office manager. Every day Hardwick had something new to 
antagonize her with. She dressed like a prude. Her 
attitude towards others in the office was unproductive. 
Her preaching to her co-workers was inappropriate.

Beth was surprised at many of Hardwick's complaints, 
after all, she was merely putting her faith to 
practice, as she saw it. She was a young, very 
Christian woman, and had never meant to lead any one on 
or give the impression she was easy. Beth had spent her 
youth acting in exactly such a fashion, and it netted 
her two kids from someone she barely knew. 

Beth had a sort of conversion after that. Hers was 
typical: she went from being her hometown's resident 
slut to a very prim, proper, and prude young lady. She 
regularly railed against all sorts of "sins of 
fornication" as she called them, to anyone who would 
listen. As a result, she dressed very buttoned-up. She 
openly showed her disdain for those who might dress a 
little more provocatively (or, for that matter, even a 
little more comfortably) than she did. She was used to 
being the shining example of morality wherever she 
worked.

But this place, this law firm was different. Nearly 
everyone walked around like they were at a beach 
volleyball tournament. The women of the office were 
clearly at ease with their sexuality. They showed more 
skin, and talked more provocatively, than anywhere Beth 
had ever worked before. She, of course, saw herself as 
a beacon of virtue in this cesspool of immorality.

There was something else going on at this law firm, 
something she had heard whispers of, but had not 
witnessed, until late one night. Beth had noticed that 
evening several women leaving the anteroom to the 
lawyer's private offices. It was late and Beth was 
trying to finish some work that Mrs. Hardwick had been 
on her all day long about. Four women, all dressed like 
total whores, complete with the whore make-up, came out 
of that anteroom and sauntered towards the front doors. 
One, Beth was astonished to see, was actually male, a 
very young man actually, dressed like a girl and doing 
very little to hide his... Beth was astonished, and 
blushed crimson at realizing she was seeing the outline 
of his cock.

"Oh, look, girls, it's the new recruit!" the girly-boy 
laughed, pointing at Beth gawking at them.

The group turned and laughed, making terribly rude 
comments as they exited the office. Beth sat there, 
staring out into space, stunned. At first she thought 
they might be clients, but knew that this firm would 
never meet such people on its own grounds. She replayed 
their passing in her head, quietly lusting at what she 
saw... beautiful, long legs covered in fishnet... fat, 
voluptuous pussies straining the thin fabric covering 
them... breasts thrust out, nipples hard... and the 
attitude, the walk... they were sluts, whores, and they 
showed no shame in who they were.

Beth's pussy was drenched. Her nipples burned hot as 
she played the scene in her mind... that boy... that 
beautiful girly boy reminded her of her son, Tim. She 
blushed again, and her pussy spasmed violently as the 
thought of that man was replaced by the sight of her 
own little Timmy dressed like a little whore, thrusting 
his hard cock through his panties.

Beth's son was twelve. Since he had hit puberty, Beth 
had a very difficult time with him. She had found him 
several times in his room, stroking his hard cock and 
wearing her silky panties or a slip. She had punished 
him - beating his ass with a belt, making him fuck 
himself in front of her, making him wear her panties 
around the house to embarrass him. It did not work the 
way she had hoped. He spent most of the day teasing his 
cock through the fabric, leaving him very hard for her 
to see. She spent those days in a sexual uproar, her 
pussy dripping into her panties all day as she watched 
her horny son.

Much to her dismay, this state of sexual excitement 
followed her to work. She had compensated by buying a 
toy, a buzzing little bullet, that she could tuck into 
her pussy and discretely turn on and off while she 
worked. As a result, she spent most of her work days in 
a state of bliss, and by the end of the day her pussy 
would be drenched and running down her legs.

This was all done in a state of denial, of course. Beth 
pretended, even as the bullet throbbed in her pussy, 
that she was a proper, chaste woman that would never 
openly pleasure herself. She blamed her son for 
bringing the evil of lust back into her life. In the 
evenings she would spend her time outside her son's 
bedroom door, listening to him fuck himself with a 
candle as he jacked off his cock. Then she would 
retreat to her bedroom and ream her pussy or ass out 
with another such candle. She would cum a dozen times, 
and then retreat to church the next morning for 
confession. Always she talked about the sinful ways of 
her boy, never about her reaction to it.

Beth sat back in her chair, wondering what Mr. Johnson 
wanted from her. He was the master of the law firm, one 
of three senior partners. Beth lived in fear of him. 
She knew much of Mrs. Hardwick's complaints to her 
originated with Mr. Johnson. She dreaded the meeting.

Her little bullet toy had been replaced recently with 
another, one with two bullets, which she would shove 
into her pussy and ass before pulling up her panties 
each day before work. The control box, looking like a 
small garage door opener, clipped to the inside of her 
belt. She could turn it on or off as she pleased. It 
would do no good to be found out, so she shut off the 
buzzing bullets and stood up to go to the bathroom and 
remove the toy before her meeting.

"What are you waiting for, Ms. Jones? Mr. Johnson is 
waiting!" Mrs. Hardwick said as she came back to Beth's 
desk. "Get your ass in there!"

"Yes, Mrs. Hardwick," Beth answered. There would be no 
time to go to the restroom. Beth pulled her jacket 
closed and buttoned it, trying to hid the bullets' 
remote. Leaving just a little bulge at her hip, Beth 
went into the Lawyers' anteroom.

***

Beth had never been in here before. During her 
interview process for the job, she had only spoken to 
Mrs. Hardwick, and only in her office. She had met 
briefly with some of the lawyers, including Mr. 
Johnson, but always in Mrs. Hardwick's office or the 
main office. Now she stood before the lawyer's 
receptionist, Karen.

Karen was dressed like a whore. Beth stood in front of 
Karen's desk, surveying the secretaries' outfit.

Karen wore a miniskirt, barely long enough to cover her 
pussy as she sat down. Her stockings and garter belt 
were clearly visible. She wore no bra, and her fat 
titties pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse, 
her nipples hard little pebbles making their impression 
in the fabric as well. Karen wore a lot of eye make-up, 
way too much for work, Beth thought. Then Beth noticed 
Karen's hair.

There was something in it, like lotion. Beth leaned 
forward to see what it was, and was shocked. It was a 
man's cum, strung through her hair as though it was 
shot straight out of some man's hard cock. Beth was 
astonished. "Oh, my god, what a total whore," she 
thought to herself, feeling superior to this tramp in 
front of her.

"Mr. Johnson asked to see me," she stated, looking down 
at Karen.

Karen noticed Beth when she walked in. Karen had a run 
in with Beth once before, shortly after Beth was hired. 
They had bumped into each other in the ladies room 
about a week after Beth was hired, and Karen had heard 
her mutter under her breath "slut" as she passed by. 
Karen had grabbed Beth's ample tittie and pinched her 
nipple. "Watch what you say, little Miss Priss. I can 
make your life here very miserable."

Beth had steered clear of Karen after that.

"Yes, he did," Karen replied. "Sit down over there, and 
He'll be out for you in a moment. Try not to drool on 
the furniture as your looking at my tits while you 
wait."

Beth went and sat down, now blushing at Karen's words. 
What a fucking whore, she thought. But Beth found it 
difficult not to stare at Karen's exposed titties, and 
when she sat down, she realized she could see under 
Karen's desk. Karen pointedly spread her legs for Beth, 
showing her lack of panties and her shaved pussy. Beth 
could see she had something lodged in there. A 
vibrator. The woman sat there with a vibrator in her 
cunt, working away as though nothing was amiss. 

"What a whore," Beth said to herself, even as her pussy 
spasmed around the bullet she had in her. She could not 
peel her eyes away from Karen's engorged pussy. Karen, 
shifting in her chair, allowing the vibe to slide out a 
bit, before shifting back and feeling the fat toy slide 
back in. Karen groaned and looked pointedly at Beth.

"Want some, don't you, you stuck up cunt? Want to suck 
on my pussy before you go in?"

Beth blushed furiously and tore her eyes hesitantly 
away from Karen's cunt. "You can't talk to me like 
that, whore. I will do no such thing."

Just then, Mr. Johnson's voice crackled over the 
intercom.

"Karen, is Ms. Jones here yet?"

Karen pushed the button on her phone. "Yes, Mr. 
Johnson. Would you like me to send the little tramp in 
now?"

"Yes, please. Send the little tart into my office. I 
will be there in a moment."

Beth was beside herself with shame. How could these 
people talk about her like this, right in front of her?

Karen stood up from her desk, lifted her short skirt so 
Beth could now clearly see her shaved, fat pussy. She 
reached down and slowly eased the vibrator from her 
cunt, and then walked over to Beth.

"You stupid bitch. You don't even know what you are in 
for," she said with a smile as she waived the pleasure 
wand under Beth's nose. Beth could easily smell Karen's 
pussy on the device. Then Karen reached back with her 
other hand and suddenly slapped Beth squarely in her 
face. Beth gasped, touching her now stinging cheek.

"Oh, my god, how dare you!" she hissed, looking up at 
the woman towering over her.

"Get used to it, cum-bucket. Mr. Johnson's office is 
the last door on the left. Go." 

Beth got up, still rubbing her stinging cheek. What the 
hell is going on here, she thought. As she walked down 
the hall toward Mr. Johnson's office, she couldn't help 
but replay in her mind the sight of Karen easing that 
fat rubber cock out of her wet pussy. Beth's own pussy 
was creaming her panties as she walked into Johnson's 
office. 

***

Beth went into the empty office and sat down in front 
of the desk, waiting for Mr. Johnson. She gazed around 
the room. It was a typical fat-cat CEO type office. 
Huge windows from floor to ceiling. A fully stocked bar 
- dirty teetotaler, Beth thought. This whole office is 
filled with sin and degradation. Beth began making 
plans in her head to look for a better job.

"Ah, there you are," Craig Johnson said as he came into 
the room. He passed his hands over Beth's hair to her 
shoulders, and then walked behind the desk and sat in 
his big, comfortable captain's chair. "I do not believe 
Karen gave you instructions to sit down, did she?"

"Uh... no, Mr. Johnson, she didn't," Beth said as she 
stood back up, embarrassed now at her presumption. "I 
didn't think-"

"Yes, I know you didn't," Craig cut her off. "In fact, 
I have seen very little evidence that you think at all, 
Bethany. Your work is marginal at best, and you seem to 
have taken up some extra-curricular activities that 
hamper your performance even further."

Beth was dumbfounded. "Mr. Johnson, I don't know what 
you are talking about. I try very hard to..."

"You are quite the little slut, aren't you, Bethany?"

"What?!? Mr. Johnson, you cannot talk to me that way. I 
won't stand for it. As of right now I am submitting my 
two weeks notice, sir. If you leave me be until that 
time, I will not press sexual harassment charges." Beth 
was livid. How dare he talk to her in such a manner?

"Oh, I don't think you'll be filing any lawsuits 
anytime soon, Ms. Jones. I would like you to meet Mr. 
Murphy, our firm's security chief."

Beth turned to see an older man, perhaps in his 
fifties, walk into the room. He carried with him a DVD 
in a clear envelope.

"Mr. Johnson, good to see you again. Ms. Jones-" Jim 
Murphy turned to Beth and smiled. "My, what a hot 
little fuck-hole you turned out to be."

Beth was flabbergasted. Tears welled in her eyes as she 
stared incredulous at Mr. Murphy and Mr. Johnson. "You 
men cannot talk to me this way! I am leaving at once!"

"Very well, Bethany," Johnson said, "Be aware, however, 
that if you leave this office you will be arrested 
before you reach the main doors to this building. You 
will be charged with disorderly conduct, indecent 
exposure, fraud, and sexual deviancy with a child. You 
will never see your son again. You will spend the 
better part of your adult life being the fuck-toy of 
some biker dike in a 3X5 cell. The choice is up to 
you."

Beth's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Sexual deviancy? 
Fraud? Mr. Johnson, I have committed absolutely no such 
crime, and I will not stand--,"

Beth stopped abruptly as Mr. Murphy had slipped the DVD 
in his possession into its player, and the video 
started to play on the widescreen on the wall.

The video was her. Beth watched as the screen showed 
her at her desk, typing on the computer. The time clock 
showed how late it was, another day she undoubtedly 
stayed to finish something for Mrs. Hardwick. She 
blushed crimson in growing horror as the video showed 
her first looking around the office, then hiking up her 
dress and rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Please, please don't do this... please make it stop. 
I'll do anything you say, Mr. Johnson." She began to 
mutter as the video played on. The girl in the video 
now slipped her panties down her thighs and then lifted 
the phone and started fucking her wet cunt with it.

"Oh, but it gets so much better, Ms. Jones," Craig 
replied. He was not watching the video, but rather was 
entranced by Beth squirming and blushing in obvious 
discomfort.

"Look at that, Mr. Johnson," Jim Murphy said, gesturing 
to the screen, "She's got that whole phone up her slut 
pussy. Man, what a whore." With that last word, he 
turned to Beth and leered openly at her. She was beside 
herself, now, tears openly flowing down her cheeks.

The video now showed her bent over her desk, arms 
wrapped around behind her. One hand held her fat, juicy 
ass-cheeks apart and the other thrust the phone 
receiver into her ass. Beth could hear her animalistic 
grunting as she fucked herself on the video. She hung 
her head in horrible shame.

"Oh, this is priceless," Jim said to Craig. "Watch her 
in this department meeting. She spends the entire time 
masturbating her slut pussy during the presentation."

Craig, Jim, and Beth watched as the lights were turned 
down for the projector. Much to her dismay, Beth saw 
the low-level infrared lighting come on, and suddenly 
she was clearly visible in the green light. She was 
busy pressing her laptop's power supply converter 
against her cunt as the presentation droned on. You 
could clearly see her coming to one, two and then three 
orgasms before her squeaking caused those around her to 
glance in her direction, almost concerned at her 
noises. She quietly but deliberately rocked her cunt 
against the warm brick, over and over. No one in the 
dark room was any the wiser.

"Quite adept at strumming that little whore cunt, 
aren't you, Bethany?" Craig said, looking at her. She 
said nothing, but hung her head in deep shame, tears 
rolling down her face.

"Answer me, young lady," Craig commanded.

"Yes, sir, " she whispered.

"Yes, what, Ms. Jones?"

"Yes, sir, I am good at strumming myself,"

"Try again, Bethany: 'Yes, sir, I am good at strumming 
my little whore cunt'"

She blushed furiously, but whispered again: "Yes, sir, 
I am good at-"

Craig cut her off again: "Once more, Bethany. This time 
lift your head up, eyes down, and speak louder, 
please."

Bethany did as asked. She raised her head so they both 
could see her pretty, innocent face. Tears now coated 
her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered as she spoke: "Yes, 
sir, I am good at strumming my little whore cunt." She 
could barely get the words out, but as she said them 
she felt her pussy spasming around the quiet bullet 
deep in her cunt-hole. She was starting to juice up at 
the way they were treating her.

"Good girl. Now watch the screen, Bethany. This last 
part is priceless."

Beth looked up at the screen just as the video had 
changed. Here eyes once again grew wide as she was 
confronted with her lust.

The video was clearly shot through a window. Her 
window, Beth thought. Her living room window. There on 
the couch was her son, dressed in panties and a 
camisole, blindfolded, a plug in his ass, hands tied 
behind his back. Bethany was flogging his ripe boy 
pussy with the fat, purple butt-plug. His bottom was 
covered in red stripes, clearly from a belt. With one 
hand Beth reamed the boy's ass with her toy, with the 
other she fingered her own fuck-hole. Jim and Craig 
could clearly hear her words to her son:

"Take that cock, you filthy little slut. Take that 
faggot cock in your faggot ass. I'll rape you till 
you're passed out, you little slut whore girly boy..." 
It went on and on. And again, thought her boy didn't 
know it at the time, Beth had brought herself to three 
very obvious orgasms as she raped her son's ripe young 
ass.

And Timmy's cock was rock hard, the small, 4 inch boy-
cock was dripping with pre-cum and spasming violently, 
bouncing around as his mother fucked his sluttly hole. 
The boy was crying, pleading with his mom to let him 
cum, his face a smear of pink and red embarrassment.

Beth grew angry now. "You don't understand! I was 
disciplining him! He's a slut, a whore for the devil. I 
had to discipline him!"

Craig smiled, "Yes, I am sure that is just how child 
services will see it."

Beth was beside herself with shame. "Why did you do 
this? Why spend all this time and resources to entrap 
me?"

At this Jim laughed out loud, a good hearty laughter 
that jarred Beth. "Young lady, we did no such thing. 
Once it became obvious that you were spending your time 
here pleasuring your little whore pussy instead of 
doing the business of this law firm, it was only a 
matter of some simple digging around, nothing that a 
third-rate investigator wouldn't do, to find out just 
how much of a slut you are. And now we have you, lock, 
stock and barrel."

Beth was crushed. She stood in the center of the room, 
the only sound now was that of her, berating her faggot 
girly-boy son and fucking herself with her fist. You 
could actually hear her sloshy cunt as she fucked 
herself.

Craig let it play for another two minutes, watching 
Beth as she sobbed at the sound of her wet, well-fucked 
cunt and her son begging her to let him cum. Finally, 
"That's enough, Jim. Thank you."

Jim stopped the DVD and sat down on the couch, 
sheathing it in its plastic sleeve as he settled.

"Well, you are by far the sluttiest fuck-hole of a 
woman that I have ever had working for me. I think now 
it's time to--"

"Please, Mr. Johnson, I'll make up the time I spent 
uh..." Beth stumbled. Jim let her heave and sob for a 
few moments. "On my, uh... indiscretions. I'll pay you 
back, I swear. Please don't report me for..." Beth 
drifted off in a sob as Craig openly sighed at her 
pitiful portrait.

"Young lady, what I have here would get you no less 
than thirty years in prison. I think simply letting you 
pay back the salary you received for the time you were 
actually playing with that slut pussy of yours would 
leave me... unsatisfied... that you would be suitably 
impressed on just how depraved your actions are. So I 
have a better idea. I will not have you arrested, and I 
will not take your son from you. But in return, you 
will do my bidding until I say otherwise. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, sir," Beth's lips trembled at the thought of what 
his bidding might be. "May I ask..."

"No, you may not, Bethany. You may not ask anything. In 
fact, from now on you will not speak unless spoken to 
while inside the walls of this firm. Any interruptions 
from you will result in a whipping. Any hesitation from 
you to perform what is requested of you will result in 
a whipping. Any attempt to rescue yourself from this 
predicament you created for yourself will result in 
your conviction and imprisonment, and your son will be 
placed in the care of some sadistic pedophile I am sure 
we can find among our clients. Do you understand all 
that I have said?"

Beth was numb. She mumbled her consent, her mind 
reeling at what had so suddenly become of her."

"Good. Just to be sure we are all on the same page, I 
want you to repeat after me: I am a slut whore, and I 
am grateful that Mr. Johnson and the law firm let me 
serve their needs with my slut pussy, my whore ass, my 
fuck-hole mouth, and my young girly-boy queer son."

Beth said each part after him, blushing furiously as 
she described herself in such degrading terms. At the 
last part about her son she faltered. "My...my son? You 
want me to give you my son to abuse too?"

Jim held his hand up. "That is ten lashes with my belt. 
Do you want more? Yes, your son will become the 
property and custody of myself in particular and this 
law firm in general, just as you now are. The trade off 
between that and what will happen to him if you attempt 
to escape your fate is that you will be allowed to be 
present, and even participate in his 'education'. If 
you lose him in your abstinence, his fate shall be 
much, much worse, I assure you. Now, repeat again after 
me..."

He said each phrase in her new slut pledge, and she 
repeated each one, sobbing as she did so.

***

"Good girl. Now, let us test the waters, shall we?"

Jim let out a snigger, and Beth looked at him, 
humiliated. "Uh, Mr. Johnson, does Mr. Murphy have to 
be here for this? I mean, my punishment?"

Jim laughed out loud again. "Stupid bitch still doesn't 
get it, Craig."

Craig smiled at Jim, then turned to Beth. "Bethany, 
insulting a respected member of the firm will cost you 
thirty lashes. You are now at forty for the day. Do not 
ever suggest again who may or may not witness your 
punishment, or any other activity that requires the use 
of your pitiful slut flesh. Do you understand?"

Beth was still crying. "Yes," she said quietly.

"Speak up girl. Answer me by repeating my question. Do 
you understand?"

"Yes," she said again, "I am now the slut of the firm, 
and am available for whatever a member of the firm 
deems fit."

"Excellent! See, you are coming along quite nicely. 
Now, why don't you get a little more comfortable, yes? 
Please remove your jacket."

Beth began to do so, and then stopped, realizing the 
control switch to the bullets buried in her pussy and 
ass was clipped to her belt, and Mr. Johnson and Murphy 
would see it. She tried to shimmy out of the jacket, 
leaving her arm at her side to hide the little cell-
phone sized gadget. Craig slowly smiled.

"Congratulations, Bethany, you are now at fifty lashes, 
ten more now for hesitating. Do you really think we 
don't know about the little buzzing bullet in your 
slutty hole?"

Beth gave in. She shed the jacket, folding it nicely 
and putting it over the back on the chair she had so 
briefly sat in. She stood up straight again, allowing 
her fat titties to press against her blouse, her 
nipples now rock hard with both excitement and shame at 
what was happening to her. And, lo and behold, there 
was the little control box for her toy, clipped neatly 
to her belt.

"Ah, yes, there it is," Craig said. He stood up and 
circled the desk, looming over her small frame. He 
deftly unclipped the device from her belt and pulled on 
it. About three feet of wiring followed the little box, 
until it was pulled tight, and leading into her skirt's 
waistband. Beth gave out a little yelp as he tugged 
lightly at the string of plastic wires. "Can you feel 
it, the bullet tugging at your little hussy cunt, 
Bethany?"

"Yes, sir. I can feel the toys pulling from my pussy 
and ass." Bethany let out in short, hitched breathing. 
She was still in a bit of hysteria.

Craig laughed, and then glanced back at Jim. "I'm 
afraid you've caught us by surprise, little slut. Jim, 
I believe you told me her toy had but one bullet, which 
Miss Jones usually had tucked into her slut pussy, am I 
right?"

Jim smiled, but straightened up a bit as he spoke. 
"Yes, Mr. Johnson. It seems she has gotten a new toy."

Craig turned back to poor Beth. "Did you buy a new toy, 
whore?"

The word stung Beth, but she cleared her throat and 
answered: "Yes, sir. I bought a new toy at the Adult 
bookstore on Hwy 5, sir."

"And when was this, cunt?"

Tears began to silently make their way down her cheeks 
again. "I bought the new toy two days ago, sir."

"Two days ago. Do you hear that Jim? She's had these 
little bullets buried in her fuck-holes for two days. 
You're slipping, Jim."

"Yes, sir. I will look into why we didn't catch that, 
Mr. Johnson."

Craig smiled at Beth. "Now tell me, slut. What ever 
made you think that one bullet buzzing away in your 
slutty cunt was not enough? How did it occur to you, 
slut though you may be, to want another little bullet 
filling your slut asshole?

Beth tried to breath in hitched sobs. "I... I saw my 
son one night... he was doing that to himself in his 
room. He was using one of my favorite candles... I told 
you, I am a good, Christian woman. My terrible girly-
whore of a son has brought this terrible degradation to 
my house. You must believe me--"

Jim slapped her, hard. Beth's head spun and she burst 
into violent tears.

"Ms. Jones, your son is 12 years old. He is just 
discovering his sexuality, and he is finding, much to 
your dismay, that he is probably a homosexual, probably 
a transvestite, and possibly transgendered. And you, in 
all your piety and punishment, has seen fit to punish 
him in the most volatile of ways. You have taken your 
own disgust at being the most sluttiest and whorish 
woman that I have ever witnessed, and transferred it to 
him. But I am Karma, and you are going to see the error 
of your ways. I am going to teach you what you are and 
what you are for, and in the end, you will be grateful 
to me for it. Now stand up."

Beth slowly stood up, lifting her head, but keeping her 
eyes cast down. What he said was true. She knew it.

"So, please, begin again, Bethany. Tell me how you came 
to have such a relationship with your son."

Beth spilled her guts. She started by telling him of 
her own past, her father's use of her, her whoring 
herself, getting pregnant, her conversion. She spoke of 
a period of time in her life, shortly after that 
Christian "awakening", when she did not feel the need 
to get sexual satisfaction, a time lasting almost 
twelve years. Until Timmy reached puberty.

She cried as she spoke of how his burgeoning sexuality, 
and his most innocent of questions, scared her, mostly 
because it stirred within her something she had long 
thought buried. As a result, she began to punish Timmy 
for his forays into his sexuality, and the more strict 
and punitive she became, the more wild and out of 
control her lust for abusing him became. 

Finally, one night, catching him for the first time 
dressed in one of her nighties, fucking himself with a 
cucumber, she dragged him out into the living room, 
blindfolded him, and whipped him, before savagely 
raping his little pussy ass. 

Much to her surprise, despite his terror of what she 
was doing to him, and the pain she was causing him, 
Timmy was beside himself with lust as he was raped. 
When his mother finally gave him permission to cum, he 
delivered nearly a quarter cup. What Tim did not know 
then, and still doesn't is that his mother had been 
getting off, getting off HARD, at the sight and sounds 
of fucking her little boy's pussy and denying him his 
cum for hours on end.

After that, Beth was beyond reachable. She spent nearly 
her entire day playing with herself at her desk, 
getting little done correctly and stinking of her wet 
slut pussy most of the day. When she was home, she 
spent her time devising new ways of tormenting her son 
over his unholy, deviant sexuality, and in the process 
spending most of her evenings traveling from one orgasm 
to another.

She spoke of losing her faith one day when she went to 
confession at the local church. This was prior to her 
raping her son, but after she had whipped him the first 
time. She was honest for the first time of how her 
son's lust had 'infected' her, and how she got horny 
from abusing his little body. The pastor, upon hearing 
her confession, took her out of the booth, bent her 
over the last pew, and fucked her until he came. Beth 
had five orgasms in that brief, six minute tryst, wild 
with the thought of being fucked in the holy church by 
a man of god. 

Her last four orgasms came in quick succession, when 
she realized one of the alter boys had seen them, and 
was jerking his cock to the sight of her wanton 
display. She pinched and teased her nipples as the 
priest fucked her whore cunt. He came in her, pushed 
her to the floor, and told her to get out, get out, 
harlot, be gone from the house of the lord... 

So now, Beth quietly spoke, now she just lived for 
those moments at her work when she was confronted with 
the sinful ways of those around her, because she could 
re-live that feeling of being morally superior to them. 
The rest of the time, she said, she spent in sexual 
ecstasy, a prisoner to her wet cunt and her daydreaming 
of what she would do to her boy that night.

Craig sat there, listening, He was fascinated at her 
story. Throughout her telling, he had slowly moved the 
dial of the remote up and down it's scale. Beth would 
get visibly uncomfortable, her voice would falter and 
she would loose her balance as the bullets buzzed away 
at her cunt and ass. He would not let her cum, thought. 
In fact, most of the time he just kept her pussy on 
simmer as she spoke of her deviant sexual exploits. She 
would occasionally look at Jim on the couch, who was 
now openly stroking his cock through his pants. At that 
moment Beth noticed that Craig, too was very hard, his 
huge cock clearly outlined by his trousers. When she 
was done, he spoke.

"Bethany, look at me."

She tilted her head up for the first time caught MR. 
Johnson's eyes, gazing so deeply into her.

"That was very good. You were very honest. I know that 
must have been very hard for you to reach such a point, 
but I am proud of you."

Beth beamed. She couldn't believe how she felt in light 
of his praise. She found herself suddenly dying to 
please Mr. Johnson more.

"Thank you sir. Than you for allowing me the 
opportunity to understand why I am such a slut whore."

"Very good girl. Now," he spun around the desk and sat 
back in his luxurious seat, dragging Beth by the wires 
streaming from her belt. "I think it's time to see just 
how lucky we are to have such a free-wheeling whore on 
our hands. What do you say, Jim?"

"I'm with you, Mr. Johnson. Let's see the goods!"

***

Jim again turned to Beth. "Bethany, remove your skirt, 
please."

Beth had waves of pink hot skin constantly washing over 
her now, waves of her humiliation. She unbuttoned the 
clasp and then eased the zipper down the crack of her 
ass. She dropped the skirt and then bent down at her 
knees to pick it up.

"No, no, young lady, No use for such pretenses here. 
You will bend at the waist to pick up anything that 
would not jeopardize your back to do so. Do you 
understand? Don't you want to put your wet slut pussy 
on display?"

Beth stood up. "Yes, sir, this slut whore wants to put 
her wet pussy on display for anyone to see." As she 
spoke she realized that this constant humiliation had 
her pussy flowing in rivulets down her legs. She turned 
away from Mr. Johnson and bent down at her waist, 
showing off her ample, shapely ass, and the fat, wet 
bulge of her voluptuous, saturated quim. She retrieved 
her skirt, folded it neatly, and placed in next to her 
jacket on the chair.

"Very good, Ms. Jones. I see you are wearing garters 
and stockings. Very nice. You will wear nothing else on 
your legs but garters and stockings from now on. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good. Now please remove your bra."

Up to this point, Beth had nursed this vague hope in 
the back of her mind that she would not have to 
actually reveal her wanton flesh to the men. With 
Craig's last request, that, too, vanished. She quietly 
reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting 
it fall away from her fat, juicy titties. Her areola 
were engorged with lust, her nipples were hard little 
pencil erasers. She folder her bra and put it on the 
chair.

There she stood now, topless, her frame quietly heaving 
as she bared her naked titties for the two men. No man 
had seen her flesh since she had gotten pregnant with 
Tim, almost 13 years ago, even the priest, who had 
fucked her with her clothes on, had seen very little of 
her whorish body. Now she stood again, in front of 
these men, showing her slut titties to them. Her 
crimson blush covered her cheeks, her chest... her fat 
pink titties swelled and ached with lust and 
humiliation all at the same time.

"Very nice. Do you know, Ms. Jones, what such fat, lust 
engorged titties say about the woman?"

"No, sir..." she knew it would be something bad, 
something to be ashamed of.

"Tits like yours are a clear indication of the hot, 
slutty cunt underneath them, Bethany. If I did not 
already know you were a total whore, your fat, luscious 
titties would certainly betray you."

"Yes sir," she said quietly at the humiliation he piled 
on her.

Craig turned to the remote for her pussy and ass 
bullets, turning up the juice. Beth began to whimper 
and rub her thighs together as she stood under the 
torment.

"Now, Ms. Jones, Let us work off a few of those lashes 
you have earned. I want you to count after each one, 
understand?"

"Yes, sir," Beth said, but was confused. Did he want 
her to turn around?

Quickly Craig took one of her ample titties in left 
hand and slapped her fat breast with his right. It 
stung, badly.

"Oh, god," Beth cried and her knees nearly buckled 
under the sting. "One, sir."

"Very good. Keep that going, young fuck-hole." Craig 
began slapping at her fat tits, alternating between her 
left and right. Beth's nipples were rock hard, her tit-
flesh turning bright red under Craig's punishing blows. 
She dutifully counted each one, her voice and knees 
becoming weaker with each. When Craig reached ten, she 
collapsed.

"Ten, sir," she blubbered. She slowly recovered and 
stood back up. Craig again turned to the remote and set 
it even higher. Jim and Craig could now clearly hear 
the buzzing sound emanating from her holes.

"Oh God, Mr. Johnson, please, your going to make me 
cum..."

"You will do no such thing without my permission, young 
lady. Unauthorized orgasms are worth fifty lashes. You 
decide if it is worth it to you."

Beth was beside herself with lust. She looked down at 
her big, pink titties, now swollen and engorged from 
Craig's ministrations. Her pussy had drenched her 
panties. They had become transparent with her quim. 
"Yes sir!" she cried softly. 

"That was ten lashes, Bethany. You did very well taking 
them like a good girl. How do your tits feel, young 
lady?"

"They hurt, sir. My titties sting and ache. It makes me 
very horny when you slap and spank my titties, sir. You 
make me want to cum when you punish my titties."

Craig sat back and marveled at the girl. She was a born 
submissive. With very little coaching from him she 
instinctively knew what to say and how to talk like a 
good, proper fuck-slut.

"You want to cum very badly, don't you, Bethany?"

"Yes, sir. Please, I beg you, please let me cum in my 
whore pussy. Please, I will do anything, just let me 
cum, sir," she babbled.

"Very nice. I will not let you cum, of course. You will 
not be allowed to cum from this point forward until 
everyone else in the room is satisfied. Do you know 
what that means, slut?"

Beth sank beneath the weight of his words. Sex. It 
meant sex. She would have to fuck and suck and make the 
men cum if she wanted to have hers. "Yes, sir. It means 
I must make you and Mr. Murphy cum first... " Her voice 
trailed off as the impact of her words hit her.

"Very good. Now it's time to remove your panties. Take 
them down your legs, Bethany. Remember to turn around 
and bend at the waist, and hand them to me."

"Yes, sir," Beth slid her fingertips under the 
waistband of her panties, turned to present her 
luscious ass, and pulled them from her hips. Her fat, 
voluptuous ass came into view, then her puckered slut 
asshole, complete with her bullet's wire snaking out. 
Then her pussy.

Beth's pussy was huge. Not open and gaping like a 
prostitute, but the padding of her cunt was fat, 
rippling with lust. And covered with hair. From her wet 
cunt came the other wire that lead to the remote in 
Craig's hand.

"My god, whore, look at that disgusting fuck-hole."

Beth cringed at Jim's voice.

"Yes, young lady, you will have to do something about 
that." Craig admonished, "When you arrive at work 
tomorrow you will present your slut fuck-hole to Karen 
before going to your desk. It will be shaved, 
completely. Slut cunts like you don't have hair on 
their pussies, as you no doubt noticed in your gawking 
at Karen's pussy in the anteroom. Sluts have shaved 
pussies, so that at anytime they are able to show their 
slut fuck-holes to anyone who might be interested. Your 
pussy will be no different. You will be smooth as a 
baby when you come into work tomorrow, and you will 
present your slut pussy to Karen for approval. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes sir," Beth barely squeaked the words out. She 
could not believe he was going to force her to endure 
such humiliation in front of that tramp at the front 
desk. 

"Good girl. Now, bend over and touch your toes."

Beth bent down, presenting her slick fuck-holes to her 
boss. He slowly pulled on the wires until her little 
bullets both eased from their little slut holes. Each 
popped out and swung from their wires. Beth gasped as 
her pussy and ass suddenly felt very empty.

Craig held them up to her face. "Clean them."

Beth looked at him, and then reached up.

"No, you dumb cunt. With your mouth. Clean your toys 
with your slut mouth, Bethany."

Beth was revolted. He wanted her to taste her own 
pussy, her own ass. She slowly opened her mouth and 
took one of the bullets in, sliding it around and 
slathering it with her tongue. This was the one in her 
pussy, she knew. She recognized the aroma of her slut 
cunt. When clean, she let it slip out and took the 
other one in. Her ass. Her ass bullet was ripe and 
fragrant with the taste of her slut asshole. She 
cleaned that too, and then let it slip.

"Very good." Craig placed the toy on his desk. "Now, 
there is still the matter of taking care of Jim's cock, 
as well as mine. And of course, the remaining forty 
lashes. Jim?"

***

Craig turned to Jim, still sitting on the couch. Jim 
stood up and unbuttoned his slacks and undid his belt. 
Beth's eyes grew wide yet again as he produced a 
monster of a cock from his boxers. It was very hard, 
jutting from his pants like a spear. And it was thick. 
He walked over to Beth, grabbed her by her hair and 
forced her to her knees.

"Suck it, whore," he muttered. She opened her mouth for 
the first time in thirteen years for a cock. He began 
fucking her face, Holding her head by her hair and 
forcing her mouth down the length of his cock.

Beth gagged and spat at the cock as he fucked her slut 
mouth. He worked her over good, using her mouth like a 
toy, fucking her head like it belonged to a blow-up 
doll. As she sucked it, she began to feel an 
overwhelming sense of place. This is what she was for. 
This is what she wanted.

She doubled her efforts at those thoughts, eagerly 
running her tongue and lips over the head of his fat, 
throbbing cock. It did not take Jim long.

He began to cum. "All of it, whore. Swallow all of it. 
Do not lose a single drop of that precious cum, or I 
will beat you within an inch of your life."

She did as he asked, eagerly swallowing his copious 
load of cum. He pumped her mouth repeatedly, letting 
loose blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. She 
dutifully swallowed it all.

"Very good, Bethany. Very good. I think you are a 
natural," Craig said. She once again beamed at his 
praise. "Jim, I think that will be all for today."

"Anytime, Mr. Johnson," Jim stepped away from Beth and 
rebuttoned his trousers. Beth gazed longingly at his 
softening cock until it disappeared into his boxers 
again. "Don't worry, young hussy, there will be plenty 
more for you in the time to come," he leered. 

"Now, Bethany, you must satisfy my cock as well. Please 
crawl over here."

Beth crawled on her hands and knees to Craig, leaning 
back against his desk.

"Good girl. Would you like to suck my cock, Bethany?"

She knew what the right answer was, and in reality, she 
knew, it was also the true answer. "Yes, Mr. Johnson, 
please, I beg you, let me suck your hard cock. Please 
let me please you. Let me taste your cum."

Craig let her go on for a few moments, then replied. 
"You may suck it Beth. Unzip my pants and retrieve your 
prize. Do not use your hands, though. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Johnson." She worked her tongue into the 
zipper flap of his pants and fished out the zipper. 
Grasping it with her teeth, she pulled the zipper down. 
Craig's hard, fat cock flopped out onto her face. She 
took it whole into her mouth and immediately began 
deep-throating it.

"My god, look at that little tart go!" exclaimed Jim. 
He watched fascinated as Beth bobbed her head up and 
down Craig's cock, squealing and whimpering like a 
kitten as she sucked the man off.

"Very good, Beth. You are a natural whore, aren't you?"

"Yeth, Mrth. Johthon," she mumbled with his tool 
invading her young mouth. She worked his cock good, 
bring him to close.

"Good girl Bethany. When I cum, I am going to pull out 
of your mouth and shoot on your face and hair. Would 
you like that?"

Beth was lost, wantonly sucking the fat prick in front 
of her. "Yeth, pleath, Mrth. Johthon. Cum on me. 
Please!" She returned to his cock and sucked with even 
greater zeal. She could feel he was close as his cock 
pulsed and spazmed in her mouth.

"Here it comes, slut. Open wide." Craig pulled her 
mouth off his cock and grasped his tool. He aimed for 
her lips, cheeks, forehead, covering her in shot after 
shot of cum. She was plastered with it.

"Very good, Bethany. Now you look the part of the whore 
you really are. Do you like being plastered with my 
cum?"

"Yes sir," Beth replied, her pussy, once again, was 
juicing up at the feeling of Mr. Johnson's cum covering 
her face.

"Good, because you will not wipe it off for the rest of 
the day. Do you understand?"

Beth's heart sank. She would be exposed to the whole 
law firm as a slut, a whore. "Yes sir," she said 
quietly, and began to cry softly again.

"Now, now, that is about enough of that. I am only 
giving you the opportunity to be all you can be, 
Bethany. That is enough of the tears."

Beth hitched her crying into sobbing, quiet breaths.

"Good girl. You have satisfied Jim and I quite well. Of 
course, in the future, your pussy and ass can and will 
be used by any of the partners in the firm at any time, 
so this cock-sucking you seem so adept at will not 
service you completely. In short time we will train 
your cunt and you asshole to take cock as well, lots of 
it. Do you look forward to being used like a whore in 
all your fuck-holes, Bethany?"

Beth was blushing red yet again "Yes, Mr. Johnson"

Craig pressed deeper. "Yes, what, Bethany?"

"Yes Mr. Johnson, I look forward to being fucked in all 
my slut holes by the partners of the firm, sir."

"Very good. Now, our final item, is of course, the 
forty lashes you still owe me. Please lay your torso 
over the desk and ask me to commence with your 
whipping."

Beth moved quietly, forlornly. She was secretly hoping 
this would pass without actually happening, but to no 
avail. She laid herself over Mr. Johnson's desk, 
presenting her fat, shapely ass to her boss.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, whip my slut ass. Please 
discipline me for my transgressions. Please whip me and 
teach me to be a good whore."

"Jim--" Craig gestured towards Beth's arms, gripping 
the opposite side of the large glass desktop. Jim 
grasped Beth's wrists and pulled her tight across the 
desktop. Beth could not move.

"Sir, please don't do this -- Please don't pin me down 
and whip me. Please, I beg you..."

"Now, Bethany, it is for your own good. If you stand up 
during your whipping I will have to start over, and if 
you inadvertently try to cover your fat slut ass with 
your hands, I could accidentally hurt you with my belt. 
We can't have that. Jim will help you by bracing you 
against my desk. Jim, are you ready?"

"Let her rip, Mr. Johnson."

"Beth, are you ready?" Craig asked.

"Oh, please, Mr. Johnson, please don't do this, please-
-"

"Thank you. I'll take that as a yes."

Craig pulled his belt from it's loops and stood back 
from Beth. She was whimpering again as she anticipated 
his first blows. Craig brought the belt forward in a 
swoosh! And cracked Beth's shapely ass. She cried out 
loud, then started openly crying again.

"Don't forget to count, young lady," Craig reminded 
her.

"O-one, sir," she huffed out.

Again he brought back his belt and striped her fat ass 
with it.

"Two, sir," Beth cried.

For the first twenty blows, Craig took his time with 
each, marking her ass, the backs of her thighs, and her 
caves with his belt. Beth was hysterical, but she had 
managed to count out each one aloud.

"Very good, Bethany," Craig said. "You took that 
punishment like a professional whore. Very good. Now 
it's time to make things interesting." Craig pulled her 
toy from his desk and worked a bullet each into her ass 
and pussy. Then he turned it on low and began resuming 
his work. "Now remember, you may not come without 
permission."

This was too much, Beth thought. As he whipped her, the 
buzzing in her slutty fuck-holes made the pain 
unbearable, and her pussy began to quiver and spasm 
with each blow of Mr. Johnson's belt. Twice she had to 
be reminded to count each stroke. She was mashing her 
thighs together in an effort to keep from orgasming at 
the feelings of the rapid, now red-hot licks of Mr. 
Johnson's belt. She began, at thirty strokes, to beg 
Mr. Johnson after each count to please, please let her 
cum. He ignored her.

Finally, they were near completion. Craig let number 
thirty-five crack across both buttocks of Beth's ample 
ass.

"Thirty-," Beth was gasping for breath between sobs, 
her pussy throbbing wildly on the vibrating bullet, 
"Thirty-five, sir. Please, Mr. Johnson, I beg you let 
me cum! Please let me cum in my slutty, fuck-hole puss-
"

He cracked her again.

"Oh, my god, Thirty-six, sir... Please Mr. Johnson, I 
have to cum, my slut pussy can't take it any mo..."

Again.

"Un- ah- ah - ah-" She was practically heaving. 
"Thirty-seven, sir . . " Now she was babbling 
incoherently. I wonder is this is like speaking in 
tongues, Craig thought mildly. These religious nuts do 
that sort of thing, don't they?

Again.

Again.

Again.

"Forty, sir." Beth was still pinching her thighs 
together in an effort to control her impending orgasm. 
"Please, Mr. Johnson I need to cum, so bad..."

Craig lifted the remote to her little toy and turned it 
all the way up.

"Oh, my god, please, I beg you, Mr. Johnson, let me cum 
in my slutty pussy, please..."

She was now completely beside herself with lust.

"My, my, you are quite the whore aren't you, Ms. 
Jones?"

"Yes, sir. I am a whore. A slut. I am here for your 
pleasure, sir. Please let me cum in my wet fuck-hole, I 
beg you..." she sobbed.

"Beth?"

"Yes, sir?" she looked up at him, tears streaming down 
her face, her lips quivering. Her ass, thighs and 
calves were bright red, and the heat from her beating 
radiated through her skin to her humid, dripping pussy. 

"You may cum, slut."

"Ahhhhhhhhg! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over Beth wailed 
and howled as she was finally allowed to let her cum 
wash over her. Her pussy gushed down her legs, her ass 
spasmed so violently that her little anal bullet shot 
from her ass and landed at Craig's feet. She spent 
nearly five minutes cumming on herself. She grunted and 
throbbed and quivered from head to foot as she came. By 
the time she was done she was on her knees in front of 
Mr. Johnson's desk, Jim having let go of her wrists 
when she began creaming herself.

"My, my, what a dirty whore you are. Did that feel 
good, Bethany?"

Beth, still heaving and trying to catch her breath, 
slowly stood up and shook her head. "Yes, sir. Thank 
you for letting this slut fuck-hole come on herself."

"You are very welcome. You did very good today, 
Bethany, but this is only the beginning. Tonight you 
will shave your slut cunt. Tomorrow you will present 
your shaved cunt to Karen for inspection, and then you 
two will go shopping for clothes more suitable for your 
new position. The rest that will be required of you 
will become apparent in due time. Do not forget the 
video that Jim, here, has of you, Miss Jones. It would 
be to your detriment."

"Yes, sir," Beth answered quietly. Truth was, she could 
barely hear him. She had never come so hard in her 
life, and her legs now felt like Jello as a result.

"Good girl. Now, please return to you cubicle. I will 
hold on to your little toy, in the hopes that you 
actually get some work done. You may put your blouse 
and skirt back on, but I will hold onto your panties 
and bra. You may retrieve this clothing from Mrs. 
Hardwick before you leave this evening. Understood?"

Beth nearly opened her mouth in protest, but shut it 
again. Everyone would see her pink, spanked titties 
through her blouse. Everyone would see her pussy juices 
slicking up her thighs and calves. Everyone would see 
Mr. Johnson's cum in her hair and covering her face. 
"Yes, sir," she said, resigned now to her fate.

"Very well. You may go."

Beth pulled her skirt and blouse back on and walked out 
of his office, her head hung low as she passed by 
Karen's desk.

"Who is the slut, now, you pissy little bitch??" Karen 
hissed, "Be here tomorrow mooring in front of my desk 
at exactly 8:00am for an inspection of that nasty slut 
cunt of yours. Understand?"

"Yes Karen," Beth allowed.

"You will call me Ms. Thomas from now on, cunt. Now get 
to your desk and try to do some work."

Beth left the anteroom and walked quickly to her 
cubicle, but of course not quickly enough. All of her 
co-workers could see her in her blazing sluttish glory. 
She spent the rest of the day listening to their 
snickering and their rude, disgusting comments.


More to come...  From SilkenCock

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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