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Note:
Every now and then, I feel like writing a story that isn’t particularly nice to its characters. To put it simply, the MC suffers a great deal before—if ever—things start moving in their favor. This is one of those stories. I know from talking to some of you that this doesn't create a problem for some and is favored by others, but I understand that it might not be for everybody. So if you tend to hate or are sensitive when reading stories that fall a bit on the gloomy side, this is a heads up, cause this one does. If not, Happy reading.
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Hope you like it, happy reading.
EggWhites.
Lori stood in the elevator, her eyes transfixed on her own reflection in the lift’s mirror. She had fixed herself up in the cab as much as she could. Her hair was still messy, her face still seemed tired and smelled kind of weird. She looked at her face, as it wore a mixture of relief and shame. It’s over, she snickered coldly at herself, almost not able to believe it. She was free, she got what she wanted and starting tomorrow she’d be free to enjoy it. Half of her new salary would probably end up going to some therapist, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?
She walked out of the lift and dragged her sore legs towards her apartment. The cap drive took about three hours, so Bill was most likely already asleep—which was a relief, as all she wanted right now was to throw herself on her cozy bed. She’d tell him the happy news tomorrow, right before she’d fuck his brains out in celebration.
She opened the door and got in, then halted. “Hey…” She said.
Bill was sitting on the couch at the end of the living room, sipping on a beer. He had outwear on, for some reason. “Hey…” he smiled lazily. “Honnney.”
“What are you still doing up… it’s almost midnight.” She said as she made her way to the middle of the living room.
“Just…watching the news,” He pointed to the turned-off TV.
“…Okay…” Lori said, confused.
“Where were you?” he said.
“At work…where else.” She puffed with exhaustion, then threw herself on the sofa beside him. She grew uncomfortable by his weird stares. He seemed pissed off. “What’s wrong?”
“I turned 26 today,” He nodded forward, not looking at her. “Horay.” He threw his hands in the air sarcastically.
“What—” her confused and lazy eyes quickly turned shocked. “Oh fuck—oh honey I’m so terrible I forgot. I’m sorry…I’ll make it up to you I swear.” She whined apologetically, getting closer to him. “I know I’ve been away…but look I have some good news.” It would probably be a good idea to share the good news with him now, since he probably wouldn’t forgive this little fuck-up of hers easily.
“Lovely.” He said, with fake excitement.
His sarcasm was slowly getting under her skin, but she thought she had it coming; it wasn’t the first time she’d forgotten a special occasion like this. It rarely mattered to him that much, but given how little time she’d been giving him lately and how tough it had been between them, she was probably expected to at least remember it this year, to at least put that much effort.
“Guess what…” she said, smiling.
“What?” he said.
“I’ve got the promotion.”
His eyes widened, he appeared truly surprised, but still seemed…passive-aggrieve, somehow. “Congratulations.”
She ignored his awkward state and smiled. “Thanks.”
“I knew that cunt will promote you eventually.” He leaned in, taking her cheeks in his hands. “You earned it…I’m…so so proud.” His words were comforting, his sarcastic tone wasn’t.
“You’re drunk.” She frowned, getting sick of his attitude.
“A little bit yeah…” he nodded, smiling.
“Look I’m sorry I missed your birthday, let’s just…talk about it tomorrow alright.”
“I don’t care you missed it,” he shook his head.
“Then what’s your problem—” her eyes suddenly catching the suitcase near the kitchen’s door interrupted her. “What is this?” She looked at him. “Bill what is this?”
“A suit case.”
“I know a fucking suitcase. What’s in it.”
“Clothes, my laptop and a toothbrush.”
“Bill.” She scorned.
“Lori,” he mocked.
“What’s going on.”
He held her stare for a moment, his face falling into a cold indifferent one, before he snatched his mobile from the couch, touched around on it a couple of time then threw it in her lap then rose to his feet.
She looked at the screen in confusion, to see a video loading, then play.
“Hey,” Agatha’s voice came out of the speakers, making Lori shiver as she watched herself on the screen, her face smiling, her tits out, kneeling there on the ground.
In her shock, she let it play out, unable to think or believe or make a single decision. She felt her head get light, as she shut off the phone, and looked at her reflection on the black screen. “Where did you get this from?” She looked at him.
“You sent it to me, or she sent it to me…” he said indifferently as he took a sip from his beer. “Is that your boss?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice boss.”
“…Bill.” She called his name, but didn’t really know what she was supposed to say.
“…No…let me talk,” He rose a finger. “I…” he shook his head, seeming too angry to talk. “I’m…happy…that you’ve got that promotion…I…wish you all the best…I…don’t wanna be with you anymore.” He snickered. “Hell…I almost didn’t wait for you, I was gonna head out and leave a little note on the door, but…you know…we’ve been together for years, I thought I should give you the benefit of the doubt…maybe you’d have an…explanation, or something.” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you?”
“…I had to do it Bill.”
“…” he nodded. “She held a gun against your head or something?”
“No.”
“Was she blackmailing you with something?”
“No.”
“Are you working in some kind of ass-eating company where you need to prove your ass-eating skills in order to be promoted?”
“…No.”
“Then what the fuck Lori?”
And so their fight went on. She ended up telling him everything. He sat there and listened, all the while seeming like he was counting the seconds until she’d finish so he could leave. He didn’t seem that surprised by the events of her journey, probably because he’d already seen the finale.
At the end of it, she was just too tired of fighting. She just wanted to go to bed, and talk about it tomorrow, but all he wanted to do was leave. And he did. She stood at the door of her apartment and watched him walk along the hall dragging his suitcase. Too tired to cry over her loss, she dragged her feet to her bed then threw herself on top of it, not caring to get under the covers or change her clothes. Her phone beeped, forcing herself to reach over and grab it. Agatha had sent her a message. She opened it. It was an image. She couldn’t help but snicker at what she saw. It was a close up of the cunt’s face, her mouth smiling wide and her blue eyes beyond amused, her hand held beside her face, giving Lori the finger. Under it was a caption “I hope hubby understands.”
Another snicker escaped her lips, before her arm swung, tossing the phone against the wall.
How didn’t she see that coming? The woman who’d been abusing her for months, wasn’t above delivering this one last, cheap shot to her life.
She slept, calming herself with the cheerful day she’d have tomorrow. She’d paid her dues, and tomorrow she’d finally be rewarded for them. Bill was gone but so was Agatha, and so she managed to sleep with a mind at peace and dry eyes.
Lori sat at her kitchen table, hugging her cup of coffee. Her foot shook restlessly in her slipper as she waited for Mr. Hanlo to pick up his damn phone.
Staying true to her word, Agatha had sent her the number she should call. Her message had said that he was expecting to her from her today.
After another minute of getting tortured by the ringing on the other end of the call, the ringing finally stopped. “James Hanlo,” the man said.
“Hey…Mr. Hanlo,” She lurched forward. “It’s Lori.”
“Oh…” he said, as if caught by surprise. “Hey…I’m sorry…I was planning to email you.”
He recognized her, and that allowed her to take exhale the relieved breath she’d been waiting for. “No worries, Miss. Santana said I should give you a call anyway so…” she smiled.
“Yeah… good good,” he said.
Lori waited for him to continue, and when he didn’t, she chuckled nervously, “Mr. Hanlo?”
“Yep?”
“Should I come to the office then or… what?” she said.
“Well…” He said hesitantly. “Here’s the thing.”
That was enough to put her at unease, as she supported her phone-holding hand with her free one. “Yeah?”
“…We…found someone else…” he said.
She felt her chest go numb as she whispered, “What do mean?”
“We’re going with someone else for the position.” He said in a kind tone, as if to sense her discomfort. “You see this is why I like to send emails…I’m sorry Lori.”
“Miss…” She mumbled, then spoke clearly, firmly. “Miss Santana did, recommend me, didn’t she?”
“Yeah…” he said. “Agatha sent me her letter of recommendation. However—”
“What do you mean however…” she spat. “She’s your superior, she told you to put me in the damn position, so you put me…in the position.”
“…”
“Hello” her tone got a mixture of anger and worry. “Mr. Hanlo?”
“I don’t know what to tell you Lori I really don’t…but she didn’t do such thing. She sent the letter of recommendation, that’s it, that’s what I got. And based on it, I had to go with someone else…you’re just not right for the job. I’m sorry—”
she ended the call and tossed her phone at the table fearing that she was about to explode in his face. Her eyes froze, transfixed at nothing. She didn’t know what to think, but she felt her lung shrink. It’s just a mistake…she nodded, trying to comfort herself. He clearly doesn’t get it…he’s clearly an idiot…Agatha will fix it. She lurched forward and snatched her phone. She called, but Agatha didn’t answer. She called again, same result. She kept calling, and kept getting nothing. Her eyes teared. Agatha would eventually pick, if she kept calling her, but the thing was, Lori couldn’t wait for eventually. She wanted to know, now, and that meant that she’d have to see her. The idea alone made her shiver, to be in Agatha’s presence again.
She got to her feet, then sat back down, realizing Agatha probably would be at work now. She waited, and used the time to try reaching her on the phone, to no success.
She arrived at Agatha’s house at five PM. She drove her car into the open gate and parked. She had her messy hair in a ponytail, not having been able to put any effort into fixing it; she didn’t have any power to do anything really, expect for coming here and having her restless heart comforted and reassured. She rang the doorbell and waited with her hands at her sides, her fingers shivering nervously in anticipation of seeing her tormentor’s face.
The door finally opened, and her eyes robotically darted downward. She eyed the pair of slippered-feet at the door. “Miss Santana,” she mumbled.
“Lori…” she heard a voice, although not the one she’d expected.
She forced herself to look up, to see Emma’s eyes looking at her in confusion. “Hey…Emma.” She muttered.
“Hey…” Emma greeted with an animated nod. “You’re here to see mom?”
“Ye—” she mumbled. “Yeah… she here?”
“Upstairs…in her office.” Emma smiled, nodding towards the stairs. “Please come in.” She stepped to the side, gesturing her in.
Lori nodded nervously, before walking in, then crouched to take her shoes off.
After a while, probably sensing her distress, Emma said, “Are you alright?”
She looked up at the girl standing over her, whose face beard a mixture of confusion and worry. Her discomfort had to be obvious on her. That wasn’t surprising, as merely standing in this room made her anxious. The very sight of the Paige couch which Agatha used to sit in while tormenting her made her shiver. “I’m alright.” She got up.
Emma only smiled politely then walked to the kitchen. “Third door on the left.”
Lori got up the stairs, then reached the third door on the left, then froze, took a deep breath, then knocked.
“What is it honey?” The kind tone came.
She coughed a couple of times, deciding that it would be probably best to tell her that she wasn’t honey before going in. “It’s Lori,” she said.
After a long moment of silence, she heard the cold response. “Come in.”
She opened the door and walked in, her eyes still glued to the ground. Before she could say a word, Agatha said in an aggressive whisper, “The hell are you thinking coming her uninvited?”
Not seeing the problem, but opting to keep her mouth shut, she mumbled, “I’m sorry…” She didn’t look at Agatha, but she felt that cold disdainful stare drilling through her.
“What do you want?”
Since she didn’t her an invitation to sit or move, she kept to the door, looking at the ground submissively. “I called Mr. Hamlo.”
“Hanlo.” She corrected.
“Hanlo.”
“Okay?”
“And he said that they’re going to go with someone else…” she couldn’t stop her tone from turning into a pathetic whine, like she was some little girl complaining to her mother about what some mean boy did to her. But that was the effect Agatha had on her now, she’d always feel like a pathetic, powerless little girl. “He said I didn’t get the position.”
“Oh…” Agatha said, “Did he elaborate?”
“Just that I wasn’t right for the position.” She said. “I don’t understand.”
“Sorry honey,” Agatha said, then shrugged. “What you gonna do.”
Wha…What am I gonna do? Me? She looked up in surprise, to see Agatha sitting behind her desk in her Paige pajamas, her face bearing a faint pout. She would never have thought that the first time she would hear a ‘sorry’ coming out of Agatha’s mouth would feel like a slap to her face. “I don’t—understand—” she tried to form words. “You’re his superior aren’t you…you said th—”
“Sure…I didn’t expect him to refuse I really didn’t. I really praised your ass off in that letter.” She shrugged.
“Well can’t you force him?”
“Oh…” She crooked her neck at Lori, like she’d just said something immoral. “You can’t ask me to abuse my power and position like this Lori.”
“…No god forbid.” A baffled snicker escaped her mouth, as she stared at Agatha’s indifferent face. “So…What?” She said, her trembling legs forcing her to take the liberty to sit down at one of the chairs in front of Agatha’s desk. “What now?”
“Well…” Agatha said. She pushed her red hair behind her ear. “I’m willing to accept you back as my assistant.”
Lori looked at her with narrow eyes, doing her best not to let her gaze grow aggressive. It was obvious she could give her the promotion, and she was choosing not to. Why did she ever think that a sadistic cunt like her would actually live up to her word. “You did write the letter…didn’t you?” she said.
“You calling me a liar, Lori.” Agatha narrowed her eyes.
“No…” she said. “I’m just…making sure.”
“I did.” Agatha nodded, then tilted her head. “I have a copy of it here if you like.” She pointed to one of her closed drawers.
Not that it would matter by this point, but Lori was curious how much Agatha praised her in her supposed ‘guaranteed ticket’. “That would be nice thanks.” She nodded passively.
Agatha opened a drawer, took a piece of paper out, then tossed it forward on her desk, so Lori leaned forward and grabbed it. She gave it a quick scan, taking in its short length, then started reading.
Dear Mr. Hanlo,
Throughout the last five years, Lori had been working in my department and under my close supervision. She proved to be a hardworking, disciplined, and docile young lady with an unmistakable drive to improve.
Lori smiled warmly. She didn’t like that she used the word docile, but other than that, every word hit deep in her heart. She’d have teared up if she heard those words coming directly from Agatha’s mouth. She took a short glance at Agatha, and saw her return a faint smile, then got back to reading.
And for about half a year now, I had the pleasure of having her as my assistant.
Lori stopped. She’d wondered what Agatha would write about her time as her assistant, as Agatha would obviously have to lie a bit, cause her actual responsibilities couldn’t be mentioned. She continued reading. She read the first line, then squinted her eyes, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She read it again, trying to make sense of it, unable to believe the words in front of her. She took a deep breath.
She got my coffee on time, not a minute late, almost every morning. And when she’d get it wrong, she’d have no problem in taking the trip again. Memory isn’t her strongest suit, but in my book, nurture beats nature, and what she lacked in intelligence she made up for in discipline and owning up to her mistakes.
Her unquestionable drive to please is off the charts, and moreover, her concern and attention to her employer’s image is unprecedented. Whenever she felt like my shoes could use a polish, she’d give them one. When I merely complain about being tired or exhausted, she’d insist that I let her give me a foot message. And, her best skill, her ability to uplift the spirits of whomever she was working with is outstanding. One compliment from her was enough to put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. She once said my feet smell like roses, just to make me feel better.
Given how little she was able to contribute to work-related tasks, I would say that she was trying to compensate, and at that she did a great job. Some people really fail to recognize their weaknesses and strengths, but Lori didn’t have that problem. She lacked knowledge and experience, but that didn’t stop her from providing value in her own way. Some people would call her a suck up, but I think those people fail to understand the true value of Lori: she understands her place in the company, and she thrives in supporting her superiors and making their lives easier in any way she could.
She said it would mean the world to her if she could have this position, so I couldn’t find it in me to refuse writing this recommendation letter for her. However, you do what you think is right Mr. Hanlo, no pressure.
Best Regards,
Agatha Santana.
Lori froze. Mr. Hanlo had to be a close friend for Agatha to be able to right him something like this. She didn’t know at what to scream. The unprofessionalism which the language portrayed. The ridiculous lengths of effort that Agatha had reached to craft this evil letter. Everything was wrong about the paper she held in her hand, everything. Her fingers tensed, ruffling up the paper, before she managed to look up with red eyes. She couldn’t speak, and barely breathed as she saw Agatha’s cold eyes and smiling mouth.
“You really thought I’d let an incompetent brat like you get a position she didn’t deserve.” Agatha shook her head. “God you are just a clueless little midget aren’t you.”
“I—” She took a deep breath, trying to hold her tears. “I trusted…you.” She sobbed.
“Yeah…no shit…that’s what I mean.” She gestured towards her dramatically. “Idiot.” She chuckled, giving Lori a smirk that made her boil inside. “That position needs wits honey, something you’ve proven over and over that you don’t possess the slightest amount of.”
Assault is a crime punished by law… assault is a crime punished by law… she could sue you… keep it together. Lori took heavy breaths, gripping the armrests of her chair with all her strength, holding herself from lunging forward, but Agatha’s smirk only agitated her further. It was like she wanted her to lose it, like she was challenging her.
“But look on the bright side…” Agatha widened her eyes, as if to give Lori the good news. “You can be my assistant again. So why don’t you be a good girl and come give mama a foot rub huh.”
That did it. Lori lunged from her chair and bolted towards the red-headed cunt, arms swinging. As if Agatha was anticipating it, she robotically jumped to her feet, ready to hold off the barrage. Lori swung her punches chaotically, while screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs. She saw pure joy on Agatha’s face as she was effortlessly blocking her and keeping her at a distance, the joy one would see on a kid’s face while they were having the time of their life wrestling and playing with each other.
“Come on bring it you ass eating whore…” Agatha grinned as she looked down at her and blocked one swing after the other.
Lori screamed between punches, “You’re the absolute devil.” At that moment she really wished she knew karate or something so she could beat her up, but she didn’t. All she could do was throw her arms around like an idiot, and no matter how angry she was, Agatha was still stronger, taller, she couldn’t get a single hit on the smirking woman. After a while, Agatha forced her away with a push, and she felt her back harshly hit the wall. She aggressively wiped her snot and tears off her face with her sleeve as she stared at the woman, before she said aggressively between heavy sobs, “You’re not gonna get away with this”
“Yeah I will.” Agatha nodded calmly.
She shouted, “I’ll sue you.”
“For what?” Agatha shouted back.
“For emotional abuse—”
“Yeah…” Agatha snickered. “Have at it, test your luck with the Company’s lawyers you brainless fuck, watch what happens. What else you got?”
“Why…” She shouted; her tone choked with tears. “Fucking why you sadistic cunt…why did you send Bill the video why did you give me false hope why are you RUINING my life.” She asked in loss and only saw satisfaction and pleasure on Agatha’s face in response. What did she do to deserve such hate from that woman? She wasn’t hurt by the actions themselves as much as all the hate behind them, by the pure joy the woman was clearly gaining from her misery.
“…It just feels so good.”
That was enough for Lori to lunge again, but this time she wasn’t greeted with a passive defense. Agatha’s knee drove through the top of her stomach, punching the air out of her lungs, before two harsh palms slammed on her back, tossing her face first to the ground. She tried to get up, only to feel the sole of Agatha’s slipper slam against her cheek, pinning her head to the ground and squashing her face painfully. She didn’t try to get up. She was too tired, too much in pain to move and to fucking hopples to even think about fighting. Agatha sat back in her chair.
“Thank your luck these walls are sound proof,” She heard Agatha say, right before she heard the lighter tic. She laid there; her cheeks squashed against the plastic sole as silent tears trailed down her nose. “Listen to me cunt…” Agatha said. “I’ll not promise you a new position. I think I’ll promote you…eventually. But know this, wherever you go, in this job, you’re gonna need my approval. Your bosses are gonna want my recommendation, and even the low-level shits who wouldn’t, I’ll know how to sway to let you go. So unless you wanna work at McDonald's for the rest of your life, I suggest you get comfortable.” The sole of the slipper left her face for a moment, before Lori saw the two slippers hit the ground beside her after Agatha kicked them off. Next, two sweaty socked soles came to rest against the side of her face.
She didn’t talk to her, she just flexed and nestled her socked feet against her cheek, grinding it into the ground. Almost a minute passed with no words exchanged. Not knowing what was Agatha’s intention behind keeping her on the ground like this, Lori thought it might be simply to deliver a message, to drill the point through her head that this was her place.
“Why all quite all of the sudden,” Agatha pressed her socked foot a bit harder, but got no reaction. “Got anything to say?”
Her tears stopped, as she sniffled and said coldly, “I hate you.”
“Awhhh,” Agatha said like she was touched. “That’s sweet. I hate you too.” She caressed her cheeks with her toes. “So…you wanna keep working for me or you wanna fuck off?”
“I’ll…” She took a deep breath, letting the woman’s stench invade her senses. It shocked her how fast she was put back into the same position, how easily Agatha had got her back under her thump, but the thing that terrified her now, that she didn’t feel like getting up anymore. All resistance had been stomped out of her, and mentally she felt like she was unable to keep going. Her work didn’t even cross her mind at this point, she didn’t think about her career, or Bill, or anything, she just…accepted the reality that she was never getting up. Maybe after having had her face stomped and shoved into the ground for so long, she thought she belonged there. “I’ll keep working for you.”
Sharp pressure mounted on Lori’s skull and cheekbone, as Agatha applied more pressure with her foot, like she was trying to smash Lori’s head on her floor, to drive her point home. “Who owns you cunt?”
She gave up trying to understand the woman’s motives, and stopped questioning if she deserved what was happening to her. Another woman had taken control of her life, and she didn’t have the grit to get that control back anymore. For the first time, Lori believed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. With her cheeks squashed and her lips barely able to move, she whined, “You do.”
She heard Agatha chuckle, probably in response to how pathetic and weak the words had sounded, a mixture of sadness, hopelessness and acceptance. The two feet left her face, making the air feel cold on her soggy hot skin. “Up,” Agatha said, nudging Loir’s head with her toe.
She struggled to her knees, then sat on the ground. Her eyes automatically looked up, already knowing what they were going to see: a satisfied smirk on a satisfied red-headed cunt. Lori returned a hateful look. She didn’t need to hide her loath anymore. Nothing was coming her way, no promotion no nothing. Agatha lounged on her chair, dangling her foot in front of Lori, the joy of victory clear on her face.
“So…” Agatha sighed, resting her foot on Lori’s shoulder. “What did Bill do when he saw the video.”
Lori narrowed her eyes. “…He left me.”
“Oh…” She recoiled. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well.” She shrugged. “Can’t really blame him now can we,” she said as her toes toyed with Lori’s ear. “Who’d want an ass-eating-dyke like you for a girlfriend.” She gave one of her aggravating smirks, with her dimple showing through her sharp cheeks.
Lori shook her head in loss, before asking the question she’d been harboring inside her, “…Why did you send it Agatha?”
“…Agatha?” She raised her eyebrow. “You forgetting your manners now?”
“Does me using your fucking title really matter by this point…” She chuckled despite herself. “You’re literally using me as a footstool right now.”
Agatha pouted with narrowed eyes in confusion, before she nodded, “Fair enough.” She sighed while opening a drawer. “What was your question?”
“Why did you send him the video?”
“He deserved to know.” She took out her bottle then started pouring a glass.
“Did he?”
“Sure he did…You gave me a fucking rim-job,” she snickered as she brought the full glass to her smirking lips. “That’s cheating.”
Lori’s brow wrinkled in confusion. It was probably the wrong thing to focus on right now, but she couldn’t resist asking. “Rim-Job?”
“Yeah…” Agatha nodded. “When you…lick someone’s ass………..” She gestured with her hands. “Rim-job.”
“…Why not just refer to it as…” She said, genuinely confused. “Licking…ass.”
“…Well…” Agatha frowned, like she was searching for an answer. “…I think—” for some reason, and for the first time since she’d met her, Agatha seemed nervous. Foot-job…she knew that one…and it was easy to make the connection.
“You get off on this don’t you.” Lori said accusingly. “You actually get…fucking sexual pleasure…” she said, unable to hide her disgust. “From hurting me.”
Agatha’s show of nervousness didn’t take long to disappear. “Yeah…” She raised her eyebrows. “So…”
Lori could only stare with fuming eyes. She was glad that she at least had something to criticize that woman with, but she couldn’t risk pushing it.
Agatha said. “You think I’ll take judgment from a cheap whore who sells herself for rank.”
“I didn’t sel—”
“Yeah you did…you offered, I bought.”
“So what…” She said, admitting what was already obvious. “That doesn’t make it right for you to abuse me.”
“Bitch do I look like I give a fuck about right?”
She didn’t give an answer, not that Agatha was waiting one. She looked down at the ground.
“I mean…look at you.” Agatha said. “You don’t even know for sure if you’re gonna get something out of this anymore, and yet you’re still here, down on your fucking knees at my feet,” She delivered a light kick to Loir’s stomach. “Just for the slight possibility… that one day I might let you off the leash.”
Lori thought about that. Moving forward, she’d lose an extra small bit of her dignity, her self-respect, and her love for herself, things she didn’t have that much of anyway. But the road backwards, she wouldn’t lose bits, she’d lose everything, within seconds, she’d be back at zero, unemployed, and with no chance to work in the industry she loved…or had once loved anyway, with nothing to show but the mental scars of her abuse and with no one on her side to ease the pain. Would Agatha one day let her off the leash? She had no idea, and it didn’t matter. She’d probably be better off being Agatha’s full-time bitch, with getting belittled and humiliated as her only responsibilities, rather than trying to find and fight to keep a job that she had zero interest in keeping.
The door knocked, interrupting her thought. Agatha lift her foot from Lori’s shoulder, then jumped to her feet, before pulling Lori up by her collar. “Sit on the chair.” She nodded to the chair as she made her way to the door. She opened.
“Hey honey.” She said.
“Hey mom,” Emma said, “Just going to hang out with Lamia, that alright?”
“Thought you’re trying to catch up on your midterms.” Agatha said, kindly reminding her of her most used excuse.
“Yeah…” Emma chuckled nervously. “We’re gonna…study together.”
Agatha paused for a moment, probably thinking whether or not Emma was lying again, and if Lamia was really her sister Elia, before she said, “don’t be late okay.”
“Affirmative, bye.” She heard Emma say then leave.
“Bye,” Agatha said as she closed the door then made her way back to her desk. She sat on her chair, propping her socked feet on her desk, her cold face obviously harboring agitation. “What?” She spat at Lori after she noticed her starting.
“Nothing.” Lori shook her head, then watched Agatha light a cigarette and grab her glass. She couldn’t help but think about the obvious opportunity to hurt Agatha back. The woman was a millionaire, a successful woman, pretty, too confident, but her personal life, her personal life was a mess.
“Let me ask you something,” Agatha said, seeming hesitant.
“Yeah?” Lori said.
“……You ever spend time with your ma.”
Lori’s mother died when Lori was five years old, and Lori had very faint memories about her, if any. She looked up, like she was giving her answer some thought before she said, “Yeah…a lot actually. She was like…my best friend.”
“…” The woman tilted her head, obviously not that thrilled with the answer, before she continued. “…even at that age, at…Highschool, college?”
“Especially at that age…” Lori chuckled, like she was stating a fact. “We were…basically inseparable.”
“I see.” Agatha nodded with an indifferent face, losing interest in the conversation.
Lori smiled, then continued, “…She was so involved in every aspect with my life, I remember one time when sh—”
“Good for you,” Agatha said, a bit firmly, as to shut Lori up, so Lori shut up.
Months Later
Months went by. Being a full-time bitch proved exactly like Lori had expected. No real effort to be put, except for having to mop a floor or clean a window every now and then. Physically, it was effortless, and mentally it was just as fucked up as Lori had imagined it would be.
Most of the time, Lori would be in one of two mindsets, and would take one of two roles. First one was the maid. She’d just hang around Agatha’s house doing chores while her boss would either sit in her office working or sit on the couch and watch her, order her around. She’d leave her alone for most of the time, unless she was drunk or in a cranky mood or both, then she’d toy with her. She’d make her clean an already sparkling clean spot. Lori protested the first time, saying it was clean enough, and immediately regretted it, as Agatha responded with pouring her glass of bourbon over it then making her clean the whole floor again. Other times she’d trip her while she mobbed, or kick her around while she was on her knees scrubbing. But mostly, given that Emma was around most of the time, Agatha would just leave her alone, and wouldn’t care about how well she’d done her job, as she didn’t care that much about the state of her house.
Lori tried to find a name for her second role for a while, and after sometime she’d found that there was no word for it, except for a prostitute. What else could she call herself. At any day of the week, and at anytime in a given day, she’d get a call from Agatha, instructing her to either come to her house, or to some hotel if Emma was home. The first time, Lori kept wondering about the reason behind the call until she reached the hotel room, then the purpose she was expected to play had been made evidently clear to.
Agatha would make her lie on the ground, and she’d rub her feet up and down her face harshly, pulling at her facial futures and squishing her cheek against the ground, of course all the while blistering her with her harsh labels and remarks. It took Agatha a moment to get over her shyness about the fact that this was sexual for her. So sometimes Lori would get a glimpse from between her boss’s feet while they rubbed mercilessly on her face, and would see Agatha fingering her pussy, and would hear her moans that only stopped when Agatha needed to deliver an insult. After reaching her orgasm, Agatha would kick Lori away, instructing her to put her shoes on, then she’d leave the hotel room, without a word, Leaving Lori on the ground, where she’d stay until she’d find the strength in herself to get up and go back to her house.
Lori only went back to her house to sleep, as she’d spend most of her time at work, Agatha’s house or some hotel room. She’d go home, order some junk food, eat it while watching a movie, then go to bed, or drift off on her couch. She felt no motivation to do anything anymore. If anything, she often found herself feeling bored, restless whenever she was away from Agatha.
Today, Lori expected such a call; it had been almost three days since Lori had been to her boss’s house. But along with her dread about the meet, she felt a surge of excitement, however faint.
“Lori…” Pam called her name, making her wake from her slumber. “Lori.”
She shook her head, and looked at the woman sitting across from her. Pam wore a professional two-piece gray suit, and high black heels with black nylons.
The woman gave one of her kind smiles. “You drifted off for a bit there.”
“Did I?” Lori said coldly as she rose from her seat and walked to the window. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” Pam said, before she went silent, waiting for Lori to say something.
Lori looked out the window. Pam’s office had a lovely view, different from the view of Lori’s company that was surrounded by skyscrapers all around. This one was located on the edges of the city, and so Lori could see the river that circled the city. She took a deep breath, then mustered up the courage to tell Pam about another embarrassing part of her pathetic life. “I had a wet dream today.”
She gave Pam a while to adjust to the awkward piece of information that came out of nowhere, before she turned to look at her and leaned with her shoulder against the window.
The woman seemed a bit surprised, but not as much as Lori expected. “A wet dream?” the woman said. “We can talk about that.”
“Yo—you wanna know what it was about,” Lori smiled coldly.
“If it’s relevant…” Pam said, as always showing a bit of hidden empathy for Lori’s occasional stuttering. “Of course. You can tell me anything.”
“It was about her,” Lori said.
“About your boss.”
“Yeah.” Lori nodded. “I drea—dreamed about her. It wasn’t much really…she was…” She looked down, trying to remember the details. “We were in her office…and she was, standing…trying to balance herself, on my face.”
Pam took a deep breath, obviously getting uncomfortable and agitated hearing this. She crossed her legs and crossed her arms.
“…she’d slip, a lot.” She chuckled. “Then she’d kick me, telling me I was dumb for not being able do som—something as simple as holding my head still for her.” She narrated the dream, doing her best not to grow hot over it. “But eventually I managed to do it, and she, stood there…until I eventually woke up.”
After a short moment of silence, Pam said, “You sure it was a wet dream?”
“Well I woke up and I was practically leaking, so yeah…” Lori said.
“Is this a first?”
“It is.”
“How did it make you feel.”
“…” Lori shrugged. “Helpless…worthless...” horny. She recalled what she’d done afterwards, which was masturbating to the same thought she’d dreamed about then crying herself back to sleep, afraid to think about what it meant.
“Lori.” Pam said, her agitation clear in her tone, making Lori look towards her. “How long have you been coming here?”
“…I really can’t remember—”
“Seven months,” Pam nodded, like she had a point. “Seven months.”
“So?” Lori said, making her way back to her seat.
Pam seemed like she had something to say, but was hesitant to say it. She raised her eyebrows and said, “Did you think about my suggestion?”
“…Yeah…I don’t wanna do it.”
“Why?”
“Cause—” She tried to come up with an excuse, but she knew she couldn’t fool Pam, so she decided against trying. “I just don’t.”
“Seven months…we’ve made no progress.” Pam said. “As a matter of fact, you’re looking worse and worse every time I see you, which makes me hate my job, but Lori I said it before and I’ll say it again now: I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself.” She said, her tone a bit firm.
“I’m coming here aren’t I.” Lori said. “What else can I do.”
“Get away from her.” Pam said, unable to hide her anger. “What are you even still doing there? Quite your job, find another, cut that woman out of your life. Until you do that… forget about one day putting this behind you.”
“But I’m…” Lori said, thinking about her wet dream, and about the fact that she didn’t feel as bad being around Agatha for like a month. She’d developed thick skin. “I’m Adjusting…”
“Adjus—that’s not a good thing Lori.” Pam shook her head in disbelief. “And that’s not adjusting, that’s getting broken. You’re so hurt you hardly feel pain anymore. And it pains me as a therapi—you even listening.”
“huh—” Lori looked up from her phone. She’d gotten a message from Agatha. “Sorry what?”
“…I encourage to turn the phone off in session.” Pam said.
“It’s a bit important.” Lori looked into her phone and read the message.
Emma’s sleeping out tonight. Come to my house.
She looked coldly at the screen as she typed her answer:
Be right there boss.
The fact that Agatha always told her about where Emma was, made her feel like they were two naughty girls doing their little shady thing in the dark, like they had this little secret between them. While it didn’t make her feel good, it made her feel a bit less shitty about the whole thing.
She looked up at Pam, who stared at her knowingly with a mixture of empathy and anger.
“How long until the end of the session?”
“…” Pam raised an eyebrow. “Got someplace to be?”
“…Yeah.” Lori nodded, then got to her feet. “She needs me.”
“You can’t…” Pam chuckled, probably out of impatience more than anything else. “You can’t… make yourself get used to this, Lori,” she said.
Lori nodded, getting ready to leave, before she uttered. “…I know.” She smiled apologetically to the woman who nodded coldly then made her way to the door. She opened it and almost went out when she heard Pam say, “What happens when she leaves you…”
Lori halted, then turned. “Why wo-would you say that? She needs me. not the other way around.” She said, her tone uncontrollably wavering.
“She needs you now.” Pam nodded. “But one day that’ll change.”
“You don’t know that,” she said, feeling herself getting defensive.
“It’s a possibility isn’t it,” she said, “She’ll move on… live her life, but what are you gonna do.”
“…” Lori froze, wanting to slap the bitch sitting there in her chair, making her ask questions she didn’t want to ask. “See you later doc.” She put a fake smile on her face then walked out the door, closing it behind her. Cunt.
She drove into Agatha’s gates, parking her car in front of the house. She stayed in her car for a second, gulping what remained of her second beer. It had been a while since she’d started gulping a drink or two before arriving at her little appointments. Drinking had never been a thing of hers, but in her current situation, she managed to appreciate it, as it made her twisted sick reality a bit more tolerable, even enjoyable, at rare occasions.
She walked up Agatha’s porch, then took out her small mirror from her purse. She looked into it, making sure her eyeliner and lipstick was right, before she knocked on the door.
She waited for a minute in anticipation, but didn’t hear Agatha walk to the door, and that meant she could take the liberty to let herself in, so she did. She took her sneakers off at the door, and saw Agatha walk down the stairs, wearing a bathrobe that stopped just below her knees and white flip-flops, with her red hair put in a bun; she looked like she’d just taken a bath, which was great news.
Agatha stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Lori to greet her like usual. Lori hurried to her boss, before sinking to her knees in front of her and bowing down at her feet without mouthing a word. Agatha extended her foot forward, allowing Lori to lay a peck at its top, then extended the other one, so Lori could kiss it too. The smooth skin felt soft against Lori’s tender lips. Unable to help herself, Lori took a deep breath of Agatha’s foot aroma, finding herself enjoying the pleasant scent of coconut for a change, instead of the occasional sharp stench of sweat. She rarely got to deal with Agatha’s feet when they were in a good condition, so she appreciated it while it lasted.
When Lori lingered on for too long, Agatha turned, bumping her ankle into her unexpecting face, and walked towards the couch. Lori rubbed her face with a frown, before she followed, crossing the short distance between her and the couch crawling.
Since Agatha didn’t tell her to grab a chair or sit on the couch, Lori took her usual position at the woman’s feet, then grabbed her foot and slipped the flip-flop off.
“So,” Lori said, as she begun thrusting her thumps into the smooth sole. “Emma’s out?”
“Sleepover,” Agatha nodded. “a couple of day’s she said.”
She looked into the foot she was rubbing, and thought about giving Agatha an honest compliment, for once. “Your feet feel nice.”
“…Feel?” Agatha narrowed her eyes.
“Yeah…like.” Loir coughed. “Smooth I don’t know…” She said, trying to find words.
The woman above her chuckled before she nodded. “Better than when they’re shoved in your face fresh out of the boot huh.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle in response as the two of them exchanged a friendly look. “Yeah…” she said.
After a short while, Agatha said, “So, what are you up too lately?”
The question caught her by surprise. Rarely would the two of them initiate a chitchat, and those rare occasion never happened when Lori was summoned to the house like this. And in a way, those moment messed up her mind more than when Agatha’s worst treatments. They reminded her of normal times, before all of this. “…Nothing much.” She said. “You?”
“A bit occupied with the new spring collection coming up,” She said, before she looked towards the stairs. “Actually I have some dresses upstairs, I’d like to see how they look.”
“Yeah?” Lori said, knowing where this was going. “Shall I get them?”
“Yeah.” Agatha nodded, withdrawing her foot from Lori’s lap.
Lori brought the dresses down, laying them on the sofa beside the one Agatha was sitting on. Knowing what was expected of her, she undressed out of her pants and blazer, then stood in the middle of the living room in her white briefs and bra. She and her 30-something-year old boss played this game often. Agatha would bring some dresses, then lounge on her sofa with her cigarettes and bourbon, and watch while Lori getin and out of one dress after the other.
Today was no different. Lori’s cheeks blushed, and she felt a tingle run down her half-naked body as she grabbed the first of many dresses, but overall, she’d gotten used to it, to Agatha’s gaze taking every detail of her as she performed some kind of a classy strip tease; It had been a time since she’d known without a doubt about the sexuality of her tormentor, and along the previous several months she’d picked up on the clues that a twisted feeling of affection existed in the mix of whatever other messed up feelings Agatha was harboring towards her.
Although she hated to admit it, but she often found herself feeling a since of pride over the fact that she was good enough to effortlessly win Agatha’s affection. That was why she kept wearing her make up even though there was no one in her life to appreciate it; Agatha appreciated it, once. She told her she looked pretty, and for some reason she didn’t understand she felt a consisting urge to keep looking pretty for her slaver.
After almost half an hour, she was still turning around, showing off the curves of her thighs in the white minidress, and watching Agatha’s eyes dart all over her body with obvious lust. “What do you think?” she said, smiling shyly.
Agatha smiled drunkenly, before she said, “…Gorgeous.” She took a drag of her cigarette.
She smiled despite herself, feeling like a little girl getting flirted with by a boy.
“Any left?” Agatha said, nodding toward the chair of dresses.
She walked towards it, inspecting the dresses, then grabbed the last one, surprised by its size. “Only one…” she said. “But it’s a bit too big for me.”
“Yeah?” Agatha said, before she climbed to her feet. “Give me.” She took the dress from Lori’s hand, then made her way to her bedroom, as usual walking with unsteady steps.
Lori stood still in her place for a second, not knowing if she was expected to follow or not. Given that Agatha hadn’t told her to do that, she probably wanted her to stay put. She probably wouldn’t mind though, Lori thought. I’ve seen her naked…from the waist down at least. She couldn’t explain the urge she had, but she wanted to get up there and watch her. The thought of Agatha upstairs, her tall figure and curvy, fit body on full display sent a tingle down her spine.
After fighting with possible consequences, she made up her mind, as the alcohol in her blood and her urge drove her light feet forward. Fuck it…she stripped me naked a hundred times…it’s only fair…it’s my right…as her bitch…bitch’s rights. She skipped towards the stairs then climbed them, before tip-toeing to Agatha’s bedroom door. It was already open. She slowly poked her head in, scanning the massive bedroom, only to see Agatha standing by the mirror, with her robe at her feet, with her back to Lori.
Her eyes squinted at trying to make since of what she saw. As she watched Agatha’s butt-naked body for the first time, her eyes immediately darted to the source of her shock; covering Agatha’s back, were long, and many scars. They looked like old, surface wound markings, and they were all over her upper and middle back. Fearing that she had her eyes on something she wasn’t supposed to see, she hid behind the door again, breathing heavily, and hoped that Agatha didn’t see or hear her. She waited for a while, speculating the time Agatha would need to get into the safety of her dress, before she knocked on the door.
“…Yeah?” Agatha said, and Lori slowly made her way into the room. “What do you think?”
She looked up and down Agatha’s figure, wrapped in the long, olive-green sundress that ended just above her ankles. Lori had to stop her mouth from gaping as she took in the details. The dress fit perfectly on her tall figure. She’d just need to put a pair of heels on and let her long hair fall on her shoulder and she’d be ready to walk on some red carpet or some shit. “You look great boss,” she said.
“I do don’t I,” Agatha smiled as she posed around in front of the mirror. “You believe that dirt-bag cheated on an ass like this.” She chuckled as she eyed her body in the mirror.
“I mean…” Lori smirked. “It’s probably your shitty personality he had a problem with.”
Agatha turned towards her, giving her a quick scan from her head to her feet with her glaring eyes, before she turned back to the mirror. “Look away.”
She looked away, as Agatha started changing out of her dress.
Lori had maybe surrendered to being Agatha’s bitch, but no one said she couldn’t enjoy it, however slightly. She celebrated in the little joys, taking any chance to make Agatha uncomfortable or angry. These little acts of revenge ranged from the most childish, like spitting in Agatha’s morning coffee every time she brought it to her, to out straight messing with her job, like deleting files on her computer and watching her get confused and nervous over it or afraid that her computer was hacked or something. But Lori quickly grew bored with those little acts, especially when she found out about the easiest way to hurt her tormentor.
It was rare for Lori to miss an opportunity to take a jap at the woman’s personal life. She couldn’t help herself. It was the only way she could hurt her, and every jap always hit, with some hitting harder than others. Sometimes it granted her a smack on the face, but mostly, just like now, Agatha would give her a dead glare then get back to her thing, acting like she didn’t care, but Lori knew better.
And whether it granted her a cold glare like the one Agatha had just given, or an earful of drunken slurs, or a smack on her face, it was always worth it.
Now, she stood there her eyes spying through the mirror for any discomfort her little comment might’ve enticed on Agatha’s face. That cold face fooled many but not her. A face that cold must be hiding a mountain of sadness. That only told her to push harder.
“You think Emma maybe lied about where she was going again…” She shrugged, and saw Agatha’s eyes dart towards her through the mirror. She avoided looking in her eyes as it made it easier to talk. She continued, “You think she’s out with your sister again—what’s that about by the way?”
Agatha only gave a snicker, but stayed silent.
“Why do they go through this much trouble to hang out without you.” She chuckled as she looked towards the ground, like she was genuinely wondering. “I mean…are you that hateful to be around, that your own fami—” she recoiled, stepping back and holding her hands up in defense as she sensed Agatha storming towards her. “Don’t touch me—” She squealed as Agatha gripped her shoulders and tried to shake her to the ground. She did what she’d always do whenever Agatha tried to abuse her physically: she fought, not out of hope to get away but cause it felt good to fight, and she had a sense that she wasn’t the only one enjoying it. Agatha’s joy showed in the aggressiveness of her moves and on her determined face, every time she had to physically put Lori in her place.
She tried to wiggle her wrists away as she locked her terrified but excited eyes with Agatha’s determined gaze. One wrist managed to slip. Agatha used her now free hand and punched Lori in the stomach, making her stoop down holding her hand over the stinging pain. A rough hand clutched a handful of her hair then pulled, yanking her off her balance, which she tried to keep but failed as Agatha jerked her by her hair left and right. She tried to stay standing but her trampling legs quickly betrayed her as Agatha yanked her to the ground.
She took a deep breath, as both of them stayed still for a second, with Agatha’s hand still warped around her hair. Lori just held her hands up, holding Agatha’s wrist, but with no real hope of unlocking her grip. It was just her way to say, my scalp is burning…please stop.
Her cheeks and body grew hot as she heard Agatha breathing heavily above her, probably wondering what she wanted to do to her. Feeling some fight still left in her, Lori gave it, and dug her nails in Agatha’s wrist. Agatha grimaced, pulling her hand away, before she looked down scorning as her eyes met Lori’s, then swung her arm heavily, smacking Lori’s face and tossing her to the ground on her side.
She tried to get up, only to get a kick to her shoulder and get back to the ground.
“You worthless…slut.” Agatha spat as she stepped on her neck.
With her sweaty hair covering her red face, Lori instinctively bit her lower lip as a tingle of understandable pleasure bolted down her spine.
“Open your mouth.”
“FUCK you,” Lori muttered, before Agatha’s bare sole slammed against her face. She held her hands up in pain, covering her face. That only provoked Agatha to stomp harder, as her foot smashed against Lori’s palms and face. When Lori wouldn’t cave, she stared griding her sole down, as Lori squealed on the ground and tried desperately to push up to lessen the mounting pressure squashing her cheeks. Agatha’s toes managed to find there way to her lips, and started pressing against them.
The pain was too much to bear, so her jaw dropped slowly, allowing Agatha’s toes to enter. She felt the smooth touch of Agatha’s digits on her tongue, for a short while, before Agatha pushed harder, shoving her foot into Lori’s open mouth. She squirmed on the ground, as Agatha applied more pressure.
“You have any more insightful observations Lori…” she heard Agatha mock from above. “You have any more spiteful comments about my life.” She spat as she pushed harder, inserting half of her big foot in Lori’s mouth.
Lori gagged as she looked up and saw Agatha’s determined stare. Her sore jaws made her squirm and squeal in pain. She gripped Agatha’s ankle with both hands, and tried to pull it out desperately, but all her effort didn’t make the slightest difference, as Agatha’s foot was nestled so deeply she could almost her toes touching her uvula.
“Huh?” Agatha asked, cupping her hand near her ear. “Come on, why all shy and quite all of the sudden.”
Lori muffled against the foot, her face red and her eyes tearing, feeling herself about to vomit. To her delight, the bolts of pleasure got stronger.
“You having trouble speaking?” Agatha mocked, delighted with the sight of Lori’s practically drawling around her foot. “I imagine it’s a bit difficult to talk with a foot in your mouth.”
She could feel her panties getting wet, as a surge of pleasure bolted along her spine and down her crotch.
Agatha’s foot suddenly pulled out from her mouth, allowing her to turn on her side and spit the mixture of thick saliva that accumulated in her mouth and ran down her sore chin.
“Yet again…” Agatha said, looking down at her. “That’s the role of a whore’s mouth isn’t it.”
“Humm…” A moan escaped her lips in the midst of her shame.
“That’ what you are Lori…” She wiped her sole on the side of Lori’s face, staining it with her saliva. “A whore…My worthless, useless whore,” she said.
Lori only moaned louder in pleasure, hoping Agatha would mistake it for groans of pain.
“What are you cunt,” Agatha swung her leg, delivering a kick to Lori’s stomach, making her curl in a ball of pain.
Lori whined weakly, “Your bitch.”
Another kick to her chest made her squeal, hoping for the assault to stop but for the debasing words to keep coming. “I can’t hear you.” Agatha said.
“Your bitch,” She groaned.
“Then learn how a worthless bitch speaks to her owner.” She stomped on her face, banging her cheek against the floor. “Unless you want your owner’s foot lodged down your throat.”
As she laid there with her face secured under Agatha’s wet sole, Lori struggled with her tormenting thoughts. Maybe the worst of them was knowing that she was going to end up like this again, as even now she couldn’t find any resistance in herself to run away. She knew that she’d stay under that woman’s sole until Agatha would decide otherwise.
Agatha’s sole suddenly left her face, as Agatha took a quick step down to stand near Lori’s legs. “The fuck is this—” Agatha said, as Lori felt the hem of her dress lifted, and she indistinctly shot her hands down to cover her stained white briefs and shut her thighs together around them, feeling the mixture of shame and guilty pleasure show in the red blush of her cheeks.
“Open your legs.” Agatha instructed, prodding Lori’s butt with her foot.
“No…” Lori closed her eyes and shook her head animatedly, wanting the ground to eat her. Agatha hadn’t seen anything yet. She could be thinking that Lori had pissed herself for all she cared, anything else would be less embarrassing than the cruel woman knowing that Lori was gaining any sexual pleasure from her cruelty. You’re the sick, fucked-up in the head cunt here not me…Lori laid still on her side, as the room fell in sudden silence. The silence allowed her to hope that her tormentor had walked away, but she know that was a naïve wish.
“Part your legs, slut,” Agatha said, her leveled tone bearing a mixture of amusement and excitement. “It’s okay.” she used her foot to turn Lori so that she laid on her back.
She mustered the courage to open her eyes. She looked at the celling, feeling an urge to obey, but kept resisting. Her face was a mess, as her lipstick was smeared all over her mouth and cheeks, and her eyeliner trailed down her temple and her nose. What remained of her resistance vanished when Agatha’s palms rested on her raised knees, encouraging her to part her legs. Her knees parted by themselves.
“Lori this better be pee,” she heard Agatha chuckle as she crouched down to get a closer look. She felt her wet briefs being tugged around as Agatha pulled the wet parts with the tips of her fingers. “You are a filthy slut aren’t you.” Agatha said with a calm tone.
“I—wasn’t.” She whined, feeling necessary to put it out there, in case Agatha thought otherwise.
“You sure are one now,” she snickered.
“You d—did this to me.” She whined.
“D—di—dd this to you?” Agatha mocked her stuttering. “Bitch please,” Agatha chuckled. “You always had a whore hiding in you, all I did is awaken it—Fuck you’re dripping.” She cackled as she rubbed her palm over the moist fabric of Lori’s briefs. “You’re literally dripping over me treating you like shit.” She said as she rose to her feet.
Before Lori knew what was happening, she felt the mounting pressure push against her stomach, making her yelp. She tilted her head to look forward, and saw Agatha standing on her stomach with both feet.
“Get off—” She groaned with gritted teeth, struggling with Agatha’s soles digging in her tender flesh.
“Oh shut up.” Agatha spat. “You enjoy this.” She swung her foot then kicked Lori’s crotch. “You dumb bitch,” She shook her head as she looked at Lori with a pout. “All you have to do is ask, you didn’t have to provoke me like this. I’ll happily take care of your slutty urges.”
Tears escaped Lori’s eyes, as Agatha’s giant and heavy figure walked up and down her squirming body. “I don’t w—want this—” She moaned.
“Your twat doesn’t seem to agree.” Agatha chuckled as she looked back over her shoulder. “It knows better. Your twat knows you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,” she said as she grounded her foot on Lori’s face, pushing its side harshly against the ground. “It’s not like you have much of a choice anyhow.”
She did have a choice. But even now as Agatha’s sole twisted on the skin of her face, pulling harshly on her facial features, she couldn’t understand what was stopping her from taking it. She didn’t get to think about it for long. Agatha’s sole slowly left her face, before it slowly settled on her boob under her dress, gently at first, then squashing it. Agatha laid her other foot on Lori’s other boob, so that she was standing on both of them.
Looking up, Lori’s eyes met the woman’s knowing stare as she towered above her. Somehow, focusing on the cruel pair of blue looking down at her let her body grow dull to the pain. She saw Agatha’s face get closer, as the woman crouched on top of her still standing on her breasts.
As Agatha percid through her with her menacing gaze, she nodded and said, “Go ahead…don’t be shy.”
She didn’t know for sure what Agatha meant by that, so she speculated, and shoved her hand down her panties. She sniffled and started fingering herself viciously, feeling her heartbeat quicken, her cheeks grow hot, her nipples erect under Agatha’s heavy soles, as she stared straight into Agatha’s eyes. The difficulty she had breathing cause of Agatha’s weight on her lungs only heightened her pleasure.
Looking up at her tormentor, she felt herself about to fall down a rabbit hole she didn’t have the power to climb. And she knew, that even if she one day found the power to try, Agatha would be there to stomp whatever pathetic resistance she’d manage to muster.
Groaning with pain and pleasure now, she knew that this twisted pleasure hadn’t always been a part of her. She wasn’t even a lesbian, as far as she knew. She couldn’t see herself getting sexual pleasure if a girl gave her head, and yet she was gushing, squirming with pleasure and approaching an orgasm, over getting trampled by a woman she despised. She knew Agatha did this to her; but for some reason that thought sent more twisted pleasure through her crotch, that Agatha was so strong she made her fall in love with her own pain.
“You enjoying yourself?” Agatha teased, her mouth curling up in a faint smirk. “You want this?” she twisted her feet, finding a more comfortable position on Lori’s breasts, before she caressed Lori’s red cheeks with her fingers. “You love being under me don’t you?”
She saw Agatha’s lips purse above her, before a thick spit smacked on her lips, evoking a weak moan from her. Agatha only giggled in response, shaking her head at the pathetic sight beneath her, “I wish you can see yourself right now…you look ridiculous.”
She bit her lower lip, moaned and rubbed harder, feeling her much needed orgasm tingle in her crotch. Wanting for Agatha to continue her reducible and tell her how pathetic she saw her, she stretched out her tongue as far as it could go, before she passed it all around her red lips hungrily, collecting Agatha’s spittle then taking it back into her mouth. She grimaced at how disgusting the thick saliva tasted in her mouth and forced herself to swallow. As slid easily down her throat, she gushed at committing such a low act as the spit slid smoothly down her throat.
Agatha tilted her head back, cackling in laughter, barely able to keep her balance on top of Lori’s chest, then failing and falling on her butt on top of Lori’s stomach. Lori winced against the sudden thud on her stomach, but didn’t stop rubbing, with Agatha’s laughter ringing in her ears.
“God I love you—” Agatha said between cackles. “You continue to surprise me.” She chuckled as she raised her foot then smacked her sole on Lori’s face. “You like how my spit tastes, my little spittoon.” She raised her foot then brought it back down smacking on Lori’s face over and over.
The stinging of her face against Agatha’s slaps and the mounting pleasure only allowed Lori to moan in response.
“You like being my little spittoon.” She rubbed her soles over Lori’s face harshly. “Any other fluids you’d like to drink out of me?” She chuckled over her own words.
“…No,” Lori whined between moans, knowing what Agatha meant and thanking her luck her state of arousal couldn’t make her say anything else.
“Oh come on,” Agatha said in a bubbly tone. “Don’t be shy…I’m a giving person. Ask and you shall receive bitch. Go ahead, ask for my it.”
She managed to take a breath between her moans, only to shout against the soles rubbing against her face, “Fuck NO.” Her hands stopped rubbing, the disgusting nature of the discussion dimming her pleasure enough and allowing her to think straight.
“Humm…” Agatha hummed, like she was surprised. “Fuck… no?” she let her soles slide down, so that they were at each side of Lori’s head, before she scooched forward, sitting on top of Lori’s chest and stared down at her again. “Fuck no sounds a bit wrong, don’t you think? It implies you got a say in the matter.”
“I do—” Agatha’s narrow stare interrupted her outburst. She understood so little about her new enjoyment and the situation between them. But she understood this much: she didn’t want to drink anyone’s piss. She knew better than to fight; especially since both her and Agatha knew that she only fought cause it felt good. If she started squirming and trying to wiggle out from under, Agatha would take it as play, as the mere resistance Lori liked to put for Agatha to smother. So she said, intentionally sounding weak and desperate, “Please don’t that.”
“Don’t do what?” Agatha tilted her head.
“Don’t—” The absurdness of her request hit her, but she continued, “Don’t pee…in my mouth…please.”
“But I want to.” Agatha smiled.
No you don’t. Lori frowned for a second then removed it immediately, showing nothing but submissiveness on her face and in her pleading eyes. “…Please—don’t.” If Agatha did do that to her, it would only be to show that she could. “It’s up to you, but please don’t do that.”
While Agatha snickered, Lori could see the signs of lust on her face and in her blue eyes. “It’s up to me, whether or not to use your mouth as my toilet.”
Lori nodded animatedly, the words reviving the pleasure between her legs, seeing Agatha node affirmatively with her, “Cause it’s not your mouth…right?” She said as she clutched Loir’s lips between her fingertips, making Lori give muffled moans. “…Just like every other part of you, it belongs to who?” She loosened her fingers to allow Lori to talk.
“You.”
“That’s right,” She slapped her around playfully. “Just like every part of you, I own it.”
Both of them stayed silent for a second. Agatha’s eyes glanced around Lori’s face, like she was studying her, trying to spot any signs of resistance. Lori made sure she showed none, which was easy considering she felt none. She knew the disgusting act she’d just avoided would happen eventually, as ever since she’d met this woman, she’d been sinking, thinking she’d reached rock bottom, only to have Agatha stomp her to a new one. But she wanted to finish this day with a clean mouth.
Agatha pursed her lips, like she made a decision but wasn’t totally happy about it. “I suppose I can give your slut-hole a break today.”
Lori took a deep breath, feeling immense relief. She turned her head to reach Agatha’s feet that rested beside it, and placed a couple of grateful kisses on the instep of the woman’s foot. “Thank you,” she kissed, thinking about the reason behind thanking Agatha and getting horny over it instead of distressed. Now that the disgusting possibility was gone, she could go back to enjoying being pathetic.
Agatha brushed off her thanks, “Yeah yeah. Look at me.” She said, before she grabbed the hem of her rob and rose her butt off Loir’s stomach, then before Lori could react, sat it back down on Lori’s face. Lori yelped in shock, but her yelp was muffled against the woman’s cheeks. “Spare me your words,” Agatha said, as she shifted her weight and spread her asscheeks with her hands so that Lori’s face could nuzzle comfortably between them. “Show me your gratitude probably.” She shifted slightly, making sure she could see the small part that was visible of Lori’s face, and she extended her legs in front of her.
Lori breathed heavily through her nose as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. Her face was squashed painfully under the woman’s asscheeks, and her lips were pushing against the wrinkly asshole. Her noes rubbed against Agatha’s moist petals, and consequently, every breath she took went in combined with her tormentor’s tangy aroma.
“Show me how grateful you truly are,” Agatha stared down at her, showing a mixture of lust and determination in her menacing blue eyes. “Lick my asshole.” She said with a heavy breath as she started rubbing her fingers on pussy over Lori’s nose.
Lori only had one thing to do in response. She shoved her hand back into her panties and started rubbing her own crotch. She parted her lips with difficulty cause of the mounting pressure against her face, and poked her tongue out, immediately feeling it touch the wrinkled outside of Agatha’s butthole. The wet touch enticed a moan out of Agatha’s mouth, as her eyes fluttered in sexual ecstasy. “That’s it,” She groaned. “Tongue my asshole you peace of shit.”
Lori squirmed, giving muffled moans. She did feel like a worthless piece of shit, but in her heightened state of pleasure, it didn’t matter. Her since of value was simply irrelevant while she was trapped between Agatha’s thighs, looking up at her tormenting stare, feeling the woman’s juices run down her nose and coat her upper cheeks.
She let Agatha rub herself to an orgasm on top of her face, with none of them breaking eye contact with the other. She kept tonguing her owner’s asshole, the moans of pleasure her tongue was enticing ringing in her ears.
Suddenly, while seeing the signs of an orgasm occupy Agatha’s face, her view went blank as Agatha shifted her weight forward, engulfing Lori’s whole face in her fleshy buttcheeks. The sudden shift forced Lori to tilt her head to the side to be able to breath, so that Agatha sat on her temple and the side of her face. With one of her eyes closed, trapped under Agatha’s cheek, Lori looked around with one her other one, only to realize Agatha had let her dress fall around her waist and consequently around Lori’s head, blocking her view. She heard the loud moans of Agatha’s orgasm, and felt the moistness and juices of her pussy wetting her hair.
Agatha’s thighs rocked on her face unconsolably as the woman came. For a moment, Agatha went silent, probably trying to recompose herself while sat at Lori’s face.
“You close?” She heard Agatha say heavily, as she controlled her breathing.
With half her mouth covered, she muttered with difficulty. “Yeah.”
“Well make it quick…” Agatha sighed. “I don’t have all day.”
She wanted to punch her, but she only moaned with irritation and rubbed harder. She was disappointed that she didn’t have Agatha’s eyes to stare into anymore. And the new position, with Agatha’s legs extended in front of her on the ground, put her whole weight on Lori’s head, covering one side of her face harshly and causing the other side to be pushed painfully against the ground. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. It made Lori feel even more cheap, especially that she was about to cum just from being in that dehumanizing position.
“God you’re pathetic.” She heard Agatha say from above. “I hope you know…there’s no coming back from this.”
She only squirmed in response.
“Soon, you’ll be crawling to me, begging me, fucking groveling at my feet to degrade you. You won’t feel right or satisfied, unless you’re under me, treated like the worthless piece of filth I’ll reduce you to.”
Lori took a rocking breath as her lungs shivered, as she listened to Agatha narrate her future. It terrified her. Not the words themselves, but the fact that she didn’t feel scared about hearing them, but excited.
“You’ll be forever stuck, as my brainless bimbo.” Agatha said. “You’ll hate me, for sure…but the only person you’ll hate more is yourself.”
Her limbs twitched, as bolts of pleasure burst down her body. Her whole body was twitching as she hit her orgasm, but her head stayed trapped under Agatha’s ass, not moving an inch.
Agatha snickered, like she was mocking her. As Lori’s limbs relaxed, she felt her lungs shiver and her throat chook, as a deep feeling of shame and sadness overwhelmed her. The pleasure of the orgasm passed over quickly, and now all she could think about was the messed-up nature of her situation. She didn’t know why Agatha didn’t get up from her face yet, but she didn’t dare protest. So she laid there still, struggling with the humiliation of what she had just did.
Months Went By
Lori’s days went by like a blurry frenzy. Every minute she spent away from Agatha was pure torture. It left her thinking of her ruined life and her messed up career and the ugly feeling of being a victim. Agatha got that right: Lori hated herself. She hated her weakness, and the complete lack of resistance she had been able to give against Agatha’s totally mastery over her life. She’d think about Bill, the man who once loved her, and how well he used to treat and spoil her. She’d remember her dreams and the high places she was so motivated to reach. Then she’d curse at herself, feeling choked and trapped, at how easily Agatha had taken it all away.
Those were the thoughts that would run in her head when she was alone. And it was no surprise she didn’t feel happy thinking about them.
Agatha didn’t have to call her anymore, as Lori herself reached for her, like twenty times a day. She knew she looked needy, she knew she looked pathetic, she couldn’t care less. And Agatha, surprisingly, was quite understanding. She treated Lori’s need with care. Being a busy woman, Agatha really didn’t have enough time to completely satisfy Lori’s limitless need for attention, but she did her best, especially after Lori called her one day at the middle of the night, crying and begging her to see her, saying that she felt so bad and that she needed to talk to her.
Agatha never missed a phone call after that. It was impossible for Lori to reach out and not find her. But very few of those phone calls ended with the two meeting up. Agatha had work responsibilities, obligations, and business trips that she didn’t allow Lori to tag along on so she wouldn’t distract her.
Most times, Lori had to quench her thirst by performing a creative solution. She’d been as happy as she was ashamed when it popped into her head the first time. That solution was for Lori to grab a sweaty pair of Agatha’s panties, stockings or gym socks that she’d managed to steal while at her house, stuff them in her mouth or wrap them around her face, play an audio she’d sneakily prerecorded of Agatha blistering her with her insults, and of course, masturbating, rubbing herself stupid. At times she just closed her eyes and masturbated to pictures and scenarios of her imagination, other times, she’d scroll through pictures of Agatha’s face, always settling on one the same one. The one Agatha had sent her after she ruined her relationship with Bill. Lori would come almost every night like that, sucking the sweat out of a pair of her tormentors gym socks, hearing her cruel insults ring in her ear, and staring into her tormentors cruel eyes as she gave her the finger and smiled.
That little solution worked just fine, but it was nothing more than a sedative, easing off her distress until she’d get to meet her owner again. At work, she took every chance to piss Agatha off to entice a reaction. It worked, until Agatha figured out her little game, and threatened to fire her if she ever tried something like that again. Lori couldn’t risk at after that, as she knew Agatha was serious.
The highlight of Lori’s week would come every three to four days, when she’d call Agatha and Agatha would tell her to come by her house. Lori would drive between cars when that happened. She’d arrive at her boss’s house, and they’d immediately get to it. It would depend on Agatha’s mood. At time’s she’d just make Lori lay on the ground and rest her soles on her face, rubbing them all over. During that she’d be doing some work on her computer or taking some business calls, while Lori took care of herself under her feet. She’d occasionally blast her with an insult or slap her around with her foot, but mostly she’d keep her attention on her task.
It was clear for Lori that Agatha had gotten a lot of things right in her little narration of her future. With Lori’s time split between either spending time under Agatha or thinking about her, or masturbating to her stench and insults in the privacy of her bedroom, Lori felt herself growing more and more stupid with every passing day, feeling like a brainless owned slut whose only care in the world is getting her little twat taking care of by her owner. Every night she’d spend under Agatha’s soles or between her asshcheeks, and after countless, earthshattering orgasms, her position got more ingrained in her head. She felt herself getting more and more addicted. She was in a constant state of misery, restlessness over something messing, and she’d stay in that state until her owner’s stinky sole grinds her face to the ground. The stench and the blistering insults and the uncomfortable pressure against her face, would make her feel whole again, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be in life.
So Agatha got this right, Lori became a brainless bimbo who couldn’t get enough of her.
One thing that Agatha had gotten wrong however, was to think that Lori would keep hating her. She did still hate her, but she could already feel a sense of admiration and respect growing reluctantly inside her. She admired her boldness and her determination and strength. The woman hated her life, and wanted a punching bag, and as simple as that, she seized one, doing everything in her power to wrap her unbreakable grip around every aspect of its life so that it would never even think about escaping her.
Right now, Lori was laying on the ground, while Agatha stood with both sweaty socked feet on top of her face. The crushing pressure was too much to bear, too much to allow her sexual pleasure, as she was too busy holding her screams of pain in her mouth to feel any. Agatha did that to her every now and then, whenever she felt especially cranky, however rarely. She just ordered her to lay herself on the ground, then she’d stand with both feet on top of her face in silence. And unlike other times, when Lori would struggle and fight back, she obeyed instantly.
She’d lie on the ground, turn her head to the side, and wait till Agatha’s feet would finish trampling the shit out of her. Most times it just ended with her screaming at the top of her lungs get the fuck off you sadistic cunt, repeating it two or three times until Agatha would step off her.
Lori didn’t know why Agatha did that, but she suspected it had to be for the same reason she did everything else, to punish Lori for whatever griefs she had encountered in her own messed-up life. It was like the price of Agatha’s divorce, bad relationship with her daughter and sister, and whatever abuse Agatha had suffered under whoever left those lashes on her back, was up for Lori to pay.
At those moments, when she couldn't feel pleasure to distract her from her pain, she often found herself drifting off, wondering about the possible life she’d be living right now, if her choices had been different. It had been more than a year now. She’d probably still be with Bill, work in a job that she loved, and still be able to look in the mirror and not feel shame and self-loathing, if only she told Agatha to piss off that first time she’d asked her to become her assistant.
She did her best to brush it off every time, as it didn’t matter anymore, and only brought tears to her eyes. She’d still like to have that life, but she didn’t have any power left in her to pursue it.
As Agatha’s bitch, she had more exciting things to look forward to and wonder about, and the most exciting, was what low levels would her owner sink her to, and how good it would feel to let her.