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Whatever It Takes Part 4 - Help is on the way?

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After a weekend of getting off Ms. Grayson in more perverted and disturbing ways, Hannah then had the humiliation of being driven in to work by the woman each day. Always bunched up in the trunk of her car, Ms. Grayson would check the coast was clear before letting Hannah scurry out, and race into the building to prepare Ms. Grayson's coffee and ensure she was kneeling by her desk while her boss strolled in casually. The first few days proved tough but she soon found she could do it fast enough if she ran the stairs instead of waiting for the lift.

It was on the Thursday that week though that things got interesting. While Hannah was on her lunch break her work best friend Lara stormed up to Ms. Grayson's office, and after knocking twice strolled in, surprising Ms. Grayson.

"I don't have an appointment with anyone in the finance department in my diary, you can't just storm in here like you own the place dear." Ms. Grayson put down her fork and looked the woman up and down. She had always admired Lara, hard working, well dressed, professional, a little dull for sure, but not bad to look at. Too bad Ms. Grayson couldn't get her where she wanted, the girl was engaged to a long term boyfriend and seemed as straight as an arrow.

"It's Lara" Lara said confidently "I'm here to talk about Hannah." She stepped confidently toward Ms. Grayson, she was sick of watching Hannah be a ditzy secretary all week and wanted answers.

"Oh. I'm not at liberty to discuss employment contracts with other staff members, you must know that sweetie." Ms. Grayson deflected, and gave a fake little smile to the young finance manager.

"You've done something to her, and I want to know what." Lara was standing by the desk now, she felt her nostrils flare.

Ms. Grayson was getting annoyed, this girl would be a pain if she kept sticking her nose in where it was unwanted, but then a devious idea came to mind.

"Listen darling, if you want to find out what's going on, why don't you invite little Hannah over to yours some time, I can't possibly dictate what she says to you out of work, and you can be satisfied knowing the truth from that little horses mouth. Now... trot along."

Lara felt fresh anger at the dismissal, but left, planning to do exactly as Ms. Grayson said and get to the bottom of this. Once Lara left the office Ms. Grayson picked up the phone to her friend in the IT department and made a unique request, she was assured it would be relatively simple and they would have the USB stick ready within the hour. Ms. Grayson grinned, she loved how eager those boys were to please her. After lunch and her special delivery she called Hannah to her office and explained the visit from Lara.

"Now Hannah, your little friend will probably invite you over for drinks this weekend. She wants to find out all your dirty little secrets, you don't want her to know what a needy slut you are do you?"

"No Mistress" replied Hannah.

"Good, now I want you to accept the invite, you will go see Lara, and explain how stressful you found the job, how stupid you felt and how you're much happier now. If you fuck up I'll make sure you pay for it dearly, understood?"

Hannah nodded eagerly, even if she had to lie she was so happy for a weekend out of that house, away from that evil woman. It had been bad enough watching video clips on Saturday of people taking all her stuff from her old apartment, hearing the money had been transferred to this evil bitch. She had cried herself to sleep thinking she will never get a chance away from this woman.

"Oh and one more thing", the woman added, picking up a non-descriptive innocuous USB stick and thrusting it into Hannah's palm. "You're to take this USB and plug it into all of Lara's computers you find. Do it undetected. If you fail then don't bother showing up again, you'll be dead to me."

"Mistress?" said Hannah, confused at the purpose.

"Don't question me bimbo, these are things you won't understand, just think of it as me helping you keep your sordid little secrets private. Just plug the USB in, wait until you here 3 distinct bleeps, unplug it and go. Got it?"

Hannah didn't really get it, but if it meant Ms. Grayson wouldn't tell her dirty secrets to Lara then she was happy to play this game. She left the office with a slight spring in her step, hanging out with Lara would be nice, just so long as the girl didn't grill her too much on the changes at work she could finally enjoy herself.

Later that day Hannah got a ping on her phone, a text from Lara. At the same time Ms. Grayson's phone also received a notification, letting her know the tracking software installed on Hannah's phone had picked up a message. She opened it up to read it and grinned mischievously.

Hey Hannah,

Soz for the text, didn't want that bitch of a boss knowing we are talking. Listen I really wanna catch up about things, I feel rude for how I acted last week when I found out your job changes. Took me by surprise is all. Anyways, cocktails round mine on Saturday? Tom is out of town on business so it will just us girlies! :) your Best Finance Friend - Lara xx

Hannah was quick to reply and they arranged a time, Hannah made it as early as possible, opting for 12pm, eager not to spend any Saturday in the clutches of Ms. Grayson. She knew she couldn't dare tell Lara they now lived together, so would have to be careful, but there was no way she could resist the urge to chat about normal stuff with someone again.

Saturday rolled around, and Hannah picked the least bimbo looking outfit in her wardrobe, it was from her work selection, as her home selection was reduced to slutty dresses and microskirts. The dress was still a little short, and the blouse a little tight, but it wasn't the worst, and Ms. Grayson was kind enough to let her scale back her makeup, lending the poor girl some more natural toned lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Hannah was truly thankful to Ms. Grayson who was being extra attentive that morning, reminding Hannah of the importance of the USB and checking Hannah had good enough answers to any questions Lara asked.

"Good girl, now be back here before 10pm, take your time, have fun." Ms. Grayson kissed Hannah seductively before pushing her out the door as the taxi pulled up.

Hannah arrived at Lara's place at jut gone 12, apologising profusely for being 2 minutes late, a fact that Lara unlike Hannah's boss, had no care about at all. Lara welcomed her inside, took her coat and got her settled in the front room, fetching them both a Mimosa to start.

The drinks flowed and Lara began to ask more and more about Hannah's career choice, but Hannah just jokingly played it off, saying how stressed she had been and how right now she just needed a step into something more comfortable. The more Hannah told it the easier the lie became, and after a while Lara stopped pressing her, and they talked about movies and Lara's wedding plans with Tom.

Hours flew by and after spilling a tiny drop of drink on herself Hannah reached into her purse to grab a napkin and spotted the USB stick. Shit, she thought, realising she would need to get this odd task done for her Mistress to avoid being utterly ruined. She sneaked it into her palm and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lara smiled, busy dancing to Taylor Swift and making them both mojitos in the kitchen she shouted out the directions for the bathroom. Hannah thanked her friend and headed in the general direction, checking each doorway along the way in the hunt for any electronic devices.

Hannah made her way upstairs and saw the bathroom in front of her. She then turned to the right and saw the door to Lara's bedroom ajar, and there on the bed was a laptop. Hannah felt blood rush to her head, as adrenaline kicked in. She had no real idea what she was about to do, part of her was reluctant, knowing it was unlikely to be a good thing for Lara. She hesitated for a moment, before reminding herself that if she failed she would have nothing, and pressed herself forward. Tiptoeing she got up to the bed, lifted the screen and watched the password screen flash up with Lara's pretty face on the icon. She plugged in the USB device and heard the familiar sound effect to say the device was recognised by the computer. The hard drive seemed to whirr for what felt like an eternity, and Hannah silently willed it to hurry up. Then just like that the fan died down and 3 audible electronic beeps could be heard. Hannah unplugged the device and went to the bathroom.

On her way out she noticed a small study across the upstairs hallway, and taking a moment to poke her head down the stairs she realised Lara was still busy dancing and stirring cocktails. Hannah took another deep breath and headed into the study. She noticed on the left a huge bookshelf with some fantastic novels as well as encyclopedias and travel journals, and on the right a desktop computer sat idle. Moving the mouse brought it to life and she saw this must be Tom's work computer from the lock screen. Hannah again popped the USB stick in a front port, and this time had to wait very little time for the 3 beeps, clearly the more powerful machine had run whatever was on this USB much faster. Satisfied Hannah quickly left, taking a moment to ensure she hadn't missed anything in the other guest room upstairs.

Hannah quickly headed back downstairs, satisfied with herself and rejoined Lara in the kitchen after hiding the USB back in her drawer, just in time to be passed one of the best Mojitos she had ever tasted.

Across town Ms. Grayson was enjoying a bottle of red wine on her couch as her friend Ms. Parker sent video files of Lucy's first day on the job, the poor secretary 's mouth busy between the woman's thighs licking hungrily as the camera was pointed in her face.

Just then Ms. Grayson's phone rang, with the ID listing her contact in the IT department.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, sorry to bother you on the weekend, but you told me to inform you when any new devices were added to the EagleEye software I sorted for you. Just letting you know two new machines are now connected to it, you can access them through that link I sent you. Won't be much use until someone logs in and the keyloggers can do their thing, but in the meantime it's transferring all the hard drive data to your private servers. Hope this helps solve your suspected fraud issue."

Ms. Grayson grinned and slipped a finger between her legs as she watched another video of juicy Lucy being abused. What a delightful weekend.

Hannah arrived back home at 9pm, a little drunk, and shivered as Ms. Grayson embraced her warmly.

"Darling, you're home, wonderful. And you did such a good job for me yes?" Hannah confirmed what the woman already knew. "Wonderful, wonderful, you've earned yourself a lovely reward, tonight you can sleep on the end of my bed once you've given me one of those special kisses I do adore."

Hannah gulped. She knew the special kisses involved Hannah's tongue on Ms. Grayson's clit, but the prospect of a bed instead of that cage was most welcome, so she did her best to show gratitude.

"Thank you Mistress, you're too kind."

With that Ms. Grayson had the girl strip and fetch her collar, then leashed her and lead her up to her room to give her orgasm after orgasm as she waited excitedly for the next part of her plan to fall into place.

Lara was feeling incredibly merry as she dragged herself up to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Tom and decided to be a little naughty. She switched on her laptop, intending to send him one of the naughty videos she had taken earlier, now stored securely on her private cloud account. As she logged in a pop-up in the bottom corner read 'Unknown device removed successfully'. Thinking nothing of it she closed it, opened her emails and attached a saucy video of her teasing the camera in her favourite lingerie.

Then she bit her lip as she messaged her Fiance.

Tom, can you take a look at the email I just sent, think this will be important for your trip. xxx

Ms. Grayson's laptop, sitting on the desk of her study began receiving data files and screenshots, with a notification lighting up on the EagleEye app.

The next day was Sunday, a day Hannah dreaded. She was expected to do chores. Polishing the floor, dusting, doing the washing. Ms. Grayson seemed in a good mood as Hannah made her breakfast, still naked apart from the collar around her neck. Her Mistress was in a black satin robe that clung to her curves sensually. She was holding her laptop as she skipped past Hannah before settling herself on her large comfy couch and switching the laptop on.

Hannah brought her some toast and a mug of coffee, then knelt as asked, head bowed so Ms. Grayson could use her as a footrest as she nibbled on the toast and fired up the EagleEye app.

The hard drives were still uploading to the cloud servers, and once they were done Ms. Grayson would send them to her lawyer for analysis. Under the guise she was investigating fraud she would ask if any dirt could be found. Her lawyer had access to an excellent digital forensics team so she was hoping there might be some kind of thread to pull on that would unravel little Lara.

In the meantime though she saw Hannah's little betrayal mission had paid off already, the app showed screenshots of Lara's laptop sending what appeared to be an explicit video stored on a cloud server. Opening up the keylogging doc revealed exactly what username and password she would need to access it. Just minutes later, Ms. Grayson dropped her toast back on the plate as she was met with a treasure trove of smut. Videos and photos of Lara, posing in various stages of undress, being used, sucking what she assumed was her fiance's cock, being taken from behind by Tom, playing with herself.

Ms. Grayson let out a moan as she quickly hit download on the images. "Oh Hannah, look oh look, come on, head up, look what a lovely gift you gave me yesterday."

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson lift her feet off the girl's back and raised her head to look as the woman span her laptop round and hit play on a video file. Hannah let out a gasp as she watched Lara, legs spread, masturbating to the camera, her face in crystal clear focus as she moaned through her performance.

"No... what did you do?" Hannah felt dizzy.

"Me? Oh no, all you darling, you gave me little Lara on a plate, aren't you happy? You've made Mistress soooo wet."

Hannah looked down in shame, she had delivered her friend into this woman's evil clutches, she had to warn her somehow. It would have to wait until work on Monday, when she could slip her a note or something without Ms. Grayson noticing.

All through Sunday Hannah's boss could be heard giggling as her laptop pinged with notifications. Ms. Grayson would watch as another website login was acquired, and soon she had access to Lara's life, with everything from her online banking to her travel air miles loyalty points. The control was delicious, and kept the woman constantly aroused. Hannah was constantly being pulled off chores to service her, each time receiving detailed reports of what Ms. Grayson had discovered. "Did you know little Lara was planning a big wedding in the Bahamas? She's looking at hotels right now" or "Oh my naughty Lara, ordering some new lingerie to impress your man? I do look forward to you posing in that for me." Hannah just licked and lapped, hoping the woman would get bored of prying into her poor friends life.

At some point the hard drive upload completed, and Ms. Grayson fired off an email to her lawyer with the links and a request to report on any anomalies found as soon as possible. She wasn't expecting anything, but any leverage she could get she would most certainly use for the next part of her plan.

Next she messaged her IT department expert, and requested Lara's work laptop be added to EagleEye. This was apparently super easy, as the company had tools already for monitoring and accessing work property, so it was just moments later that Ms. Grayson gained access to it. With a smile she launched the file manager, and began queuing up a selection of files, that would move to Lara's work PC the moment she went online with it. Satisfied for the evening, she took Hannah to her cage and locked her in, then went up to her room to sleep and dream of all the ways the next part of her plan would go down.

Monday at work was hell for Hannah. While almost everything was improving - with no one bothering her at all now about her place and her duties being straight forward, she kept trying to find a way to get Lara in private, with no such luck. She hastily scrawled a note simply saying 'You need to get out. Now.' and left it on Lara's desk, before quickly returning to her own.

When Lara spotted it she looked around, unsure who sent it at first or how immediate the supposed danger was. She looked over at Hannah, but Hannah was busying herself in her work, she didn't want Lara trying to talk to her about it here where Ms. Grayson could notice.

Ms. Grayson was busy most of the day talking to her lawyer, who let her know the forensics team were scouring the data as they spoke but had found nothing so far in the obvious places. The woman was not too worried, she didn't need that part of her plan to work for a success, but she held out inviting Lara in for a chat until she was sure.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty 'normal' by all accounts of the word's meaning now, although Hannah had heightened anxiety. On Wednesday evening however, something interesting happened. Ms. Grayson was browsing her laptop when the EagleEye tool pinged a notification. 30, then 40, then 50 files were being deleted from Tom's desktop machine all at once. She raised an eyebrow as the total hit 62, and tried to open them to no avail. Shit, she thought, worried she might miss something and quickly hit stop on the auto clone backup of the hard drives. Whatever was gone she wanted copies. She noted down the file extension paths for all 62 files (luckily most were the same and appeared to be emails from a similar directory) and then she quickly forwarded the info to her lawyer. Her heart began to race, had she found something?

The next day Ms. Grayson was at work when her lawyer called. Hannah had just finished her morning routine and was leaving the office when she picked up on the excitement in her boss' voice and panicked. She needed to find Lara, right now.

"So you see Ms. Grayson, their attempt to delete the files gave us a bright 'look over here' beacon. Looks like Lara has been helping Tom with some questionable tax loopholes."

"I see" Ms. Grayson licked her lips, sensing her hunt was about to get a kill "questionable but still lawful, or..."

"oh no, they're trying to use a pretty clever loophole around multi-income homes, but due to Tom's freelance work they are under valuating the finances he earns. Hard to prove if they had deleted the files and covered it up with some clever accounting, but luckily you caught that. There's emails with both of them discussing his income and then some deleted invoices, my guess is he's going to recreate these with new dates on them to ensure they get a better tax bracket. It's fraud Ms. Grayson."

Ms. Grayson nearly came right there. The other part of her plan was now nothing compared to this juicy information. She thanked her Lawyer and asked for a report with all incriminating files as soon as possible. The lawyer promised it within the hour.

Hannah was walking fast, Lara wasn't at her desk, which panicked her more, but she decided it was likely a good thing, she could pin her friend down somewhere quiet and have more time to warn her. She found Lara in the canteen, eating lunch with a few other finance execs.

"Lara we need to go now" Hannah said firmly, and Lara just shook her head.

"Listen, if your boss wants to talk to me tell her she can wait until after my lunch, she's not my direct line manager, she doesn't have any control over me." Lara smiled softly after saying this while all Hannah could think was she controls a lot more than you think.

"Please Lara, it's not her, I really need to talk to you." Hannah practically begged, and Lara noticed the girl was visibly shaking. Lara's mood softened.

"OK let's go, just say where." Lara then followed Hannah to a stairwell. Once Hannah checked it was clear she issued her frantic warning.

"Listen Lara, you need to go, you need to get out of this company. You need to run, Ms. Grayson is -"

Lara tried to cut her off "I knew it, what's that bitch done, I'm gonna get her so bad, did she make you move? She blackmailing you?" Lara had a hundred questions of her own, but all this did was frustrate Hannah.

"Yes, no look, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself, ever since you got on her radar she's been after you, I don't know what she's done but you're running out of time. Please, save yourself."

Lara ignored Hannah, she felt her own blood boil. This bitch had broken one of her best friends, had humiliated the girl into taking some weird secretary role way below her skill set, and now was trying to what? dickwave herself at Lara to show power. Fuck that.

Lara stormed past Hannah, heading directly to Ms. Grayson's office, as Hannah chased after, trying to stop her.

Moments later Ms. Grayson's door barged open, no courtesy knock this time, as Lara strutted menacingly over to the desk.

"Ms. Phillips, need I remind you not to barge in without an appointment, again I see no calendar invite, I do hope this doesn't become a weekly occurrence." Ms. Grayson sneered.

Lara Phillips could not have been more angry at that point.

"No you listen here missy. I know you did something to Hannah here, this isn't her, she's not a bimbo. She doesn't dress in pink heels or wear bright pink lipstick, so whatever little blackmail you've got going on you can stop it right now and give her old job back." Lara's hands begun to shake with the fury, which was only made worse by Ms. Grayson's smile turning almost predatory in response.

"My my my, hear that Hannah?" Hannah, who had followed Lara all the way in to the office, looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Little Lara here thinks you look like a stupid bimbo. I am inclined to agree, but Lara, you wave the word blackmail around with so little proof. That's a wild accusation, where is your evidence?"

Lara faltered, Hannah had all but admitted it right? She turned to Hannah, who couldn't even look her friend in the eye.

"Hannah said -" Lara started, before Ms. Grayson raised an eyebrow and interjected "Oh did she now? What pray tell, did Hannah say hmm?" Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair, savouring the moment as she mentally began to circle her prey.

"She told me to run from you, told me it was too late for her and to save myself. I'm not scared of you, you evil psychopathic bitch." Lara felt good getting the words out. Hannah blushed behind her, knowing full well that this wasn't her moment of rescue, that there would be consequences for trying to warn Lara.

Ms. Grayson let out a laugh, almost like a cackle, before standing up from her desk, imposing her taller height on Lara, who nervously took a step back.

"As I suspected, no evidence. Little lost Lara, let me explain something. When you want to get your way in life, you use leverage. That leverage can come in all shapes and sizes, and usually requires evidence. For example you coming in here accusing me of blackmailing poor Hannah here, who might just get her rocks off playing as my dumb bimbo secretary. No evidence, no leverage, you have nothing, therefore you don't get your way."

Lara felt her stomach drop in dread, but said nothing as Ms. Grayson walked around the desk and stood inches from her, continuing her monologue.

"Compare that to what I have. I have a selection of video files found on company property, on the laptop of one Ms. Lara Phillips. Now Lara, need I remind you it is against company policy to have pornography of any kind on work property? And yet our corporate security team found these."

Ms. Grayson spun her work laptop around and hit play as Lara felt herself freeze up. On the screen was a video of her masturbating. Ms. Grayson pushed a button, up popped Lara sucking her fiancee's cock complete with sounds.

"You... how?... what the fuck..." Lara felt giddy.

"Quite the performance little lady, I can't deny, I got a little turned on watching you rub that needy little slit for the camera. But there's a time and a place for such perversions, and work I'm afraid, is not it."

Ms. Grayson was now inches from Lara's face, Lara could smell her perfume, could feel the woman's breath on her ear as she almost seductively whispered the last part of the sentence.

Lara was confused, angry, and scared. "I never put them on there, I wouldn't, someone... you... you set me up!" Lara's lip was trembling.

"Evidence dear, evidence, what was the point in me talking so much if it just goes in one ear out the other. On the contrary, this evidence is now with corporate security, who will investigate to the full extent, and I'm afraid, it's not looking good for you.

"Please", Lara couldn't believe it, she was being set up. She needed this job, she couldn't believe she had ignored Hannah. She should have run, even if it was too late, she didn't want to give this evil bitch the satisfaction of lording it over her in this office. "What... what do you want?" she gulped as she asked.

"Ahh see now we are getting somewhere. But I am afraid things are not so simple with your case. You see, I do hate when people go prying into my business, like you went prying with Hannah here. She belongs to me, dear - and I protect my property. So I figured I might have to do a little prying of my own to nip this all in the bud."

Lara's ears were ringing and it took every part of her to remain focused and stop from throwing up.

"I found a way to look into my little problem girl Lara, and what did I find, besides a camera happy whore?"

Lara hated where this was going, this woman was dangerous, and she had underestimated her completely.

"You don't know? Oh I think you do, you and Tom have been getting very creative with your taxes hmm... so sweet how you are helping him commit fraud. Such a lovely couple, do you think he will find a lover as pretty as you in prison Lara?"

Lara fell to her knees sobbing. "H-how... what... what have you done?"

"Me? Oh Lara I've done nothing but report the truth. I suspect you and your husband to be will have a knock from the authorities this evening, maybe you can have one last meal together before they come? Maybe suck his cock like you do so well in this video." Ms. Grayson laughed again.

"As for how", she continued, "my new secretary proved quite the little spy for me when she went to yours last weekend. A few trojan tools installed and your whole world was mine. Say thank you to Hannah for that."

The betrayal felt like a punch to her gut. Hannah knelt by Lara, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend. "Lara I - she didn't give me a choice, I told you, this is how she gets you. I couldn't..."

"Oh shh Hannah, stop blabbering both of you. I'm not so cruel as to just send your friend and her fiance off to prison, after all what have I been talking about all this time?" Ms. Grayson slowly walked around the girls as they knelt and sobbed together.

"Leverage" Laura spat, the rage returning. She didn't blame Hannah, as much as it hurt, she was all to aware now how deviant this woman was. All her anger was focused at Ms. Grayson, who was enjoying every moment of the girl's battle with emotions.

"Exactly, see, you're learning. Leverage. Which brings us back to what I want Lara. And I'm afraid you might not like the answer."

Lara panted, trying to control her breathing, trying to resist the urge to jump up and beat the living shit out of this maniac.

Ms. Grayson felt her own panties slicken with each new moment of this girl's taming. Watching Lara's flame slowly extinguish as she became more passive was oh so delicious.

"For so long now, I've wanted a live at home slave. Someone so totally... leveraged... that she will do anything and everything, that she will throw her entire life away just to serve me, for fear of the consequences."

Hannah looked up at this point, knowing now how much worse things were about to get.

"Hannah here came pretty close. The little bimbo made the mistake of begging me for a job and being so desperate to get it she would humiliate and expose herself. It backfired sure, but Hannah can still leave. She might not have a career wherever she goes, but she can try to rebuild her life. A few humiliating photos be damned. Isn't that right girly?"

Hannah realised she was being spoken to and nodded "Yes... Mistress." No point hiding Ms. Grayson's title now.

"The thing with Hannah though, is deep down, she enjoys it. She was soaking wet when I first tied her up, and lead her into a room full of people to lick cum off my floor, weren't you?"

Hannah again nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Lara looked at her with disgust and confusion.

"So you see Lara, Hannah here would probably have been enough for me, a dumb bimbo I could control who is never going to run away because she enjoys it just too much."

Hannah felt utterly exposed, her dirty secrets aired to the world. Sure she would never have agreed to any of this without being coaxed, but she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs at each humiliation, at each moment control was snatched from her.

"And Lara, I almost pity you" Ms. Grayson bent down and lifted Lara's chin with her hand, looking the girl in her pretty eyes. "At first all I wanted was to get enough Leverage on you to ensure you backed off. To keep you compliant. Maybe force you to move elsewhere where you couldn't meddle in my little fun with Hannah, and gosh you were so close to that being the outcome today."

Lara felt her body blush, this woman was pretending to have some level of ethics, despite how fucked up this all was. Despite the slow horror being revealed to her.

"But then my lawyer found your dirty little secret, and oh how dirty it is. Filthier even than little Hannah here's panties after a day servicing me. Not just humiliating. Incriminating."

The words sent new jolts of fear through Lara, and conversely sent jolts of pleasure through Ms. Grayson.

"You must understand how a woman with my...urges, couldn't possibly pass up such a delicious opportunity."

Lara let out a pathetic "Please...no..." as Ms. Grayson rested a heel on her shoulder, forcing Lara's face to the floor.

"Little Lara Phillips, a true straight girl. Not even a little curious about women no? And yet... what would you do to stop yourself going to prison? What would you do to stop your future husband going to prison?"

Lara felt the heel digging in to her with each mention of prison as Ms. Grayson drove her point home. Only after the silence became deafening did Lara realise the lecherous pervert was waiting for an answer.

"...anything..." the word came out of Lara's throat so tinny, it was barely audible. Ms. Grayson prodded her again with a heel.

"What's that, I couldn't quite catch it?" Ms. Grayson teased.

"A-anything" Lara said again, her will crumbling.

"Anythiiing..." Ms. Grayson replied seeming to want another word attached, and Lara, following the cue from Hannah earlier gulped as she worked out what it was.

"Anything, Mistress." Ms. Grayson removed her foot from Lara's shoulder blade at this and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now stand up, strip down to your lingerie and give me a show, I do so enjoy your taste in undergarments, so much more stylish than the pink skanky stuff my little bimbo here wears.

Lara began moving, peeling off her office clothes to reveal a matching bra and panties with holdups. Ms. Grayson eyed her hungrily.

"Good girl, now I am not one for patience, so from here on out you will do as I say, when I say it and say 'Yes Mistress' when you do. If I catch you trying to resist I'll just submit your evidence to the anonymous Tax investigation reporting site and watch you and Tom carted off in handcuffs. Clear?"

Lara nodded before quickly adding "Yes... Mistress".

Ms. Grayson smiled, pulling a white choker from her drawer and attaching it around the neck of her new prey before stripping down to her own lingerie.

"Hannah, be a darling and lock the door. You can sit in the corner and quietly masturbate for being such a good girl, no cumming though."

Hannah quickly stood up and obeyed, heading to the door, flicking it locked before kneeling on the floor at the back of the room and stuffing her hand down her panties as she watched the woman she called Mistress begin to have her way with her work BFF. She let out a moan loud enough that Lara noticed and looked at her friend with shock.

Ms. Grayson grabbed Lara by the hair, pushing her against a wall, pinning her arm behind her back. She gave the girl a spank on her beautiful bottom, watching it wobble in the aftershock.

"Oh Lara, don't mind Hannah, I keep her on edge so she's always this horny, don't feel ashamed, she finds your total submission attractive. I must say, I have to agree with her." Ms. Grayson whispered in Lara's ear, as her hands groped up the poor girl, who let out a frustrated cry. Maybe... if she just let this woman have her way once she could get out of here and fix this somehow.

Obediently Lara followed the woman's every instruction, falling to her knees, and learning to lick and kiss Ms. Grayson wherever she demanded, all while Hannah edged herself over and over to the sight before her.

For Ms. Grayson the feeling of controlling this unwilling victim was euphoric. She was addicted. Watching the girl's willpower shatter, she obediently learned to worship Ms. Grayson and feared for her and her fiance's freedom too much to argue. It was total control, and it gave Ms. Grayson the biggest orgasm of her life as she rode Lara's face. She pushed the finance manager back onto the floor, and collapsed in her comfy leather chair, truly sated.

Lara, dizzy from the moment, lay there catching her breath, wiping the wet smears off her face, while Hannah slowly retracted her hand from her panties, still turned on and frustrated by the lack of orgasm.

Ms. Grayson took a moment to compose herself before speaking matter of factly to Hannah. "Hannah, see to it that Ms. Phillips has a box for her things and her resignation letter submitted by the end of the day."

"Yes Mistress" nodded Hannah, who was then dismissed from the room.

"But I... I did as you asked... you can't fire me. Please." Lara was confused, the red hot shame of the act still coursing through her.

"Oh Lara, you seem to be confused. We can hardly keep some porn addicted tax fraud on the books, especially in finance, imagine if that got out! Goodness no. You are finished here. You did as I asked yes. Not to keep your job. To stop you and that fiance of yours from going to prison. And you'll continue to do as I ask, understood?"

"But..." Lara thought better of it, knowing she was truly trapped. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now before you leave here's what's going to happen in order for you to avoid the orange jumpsuit or whatever they wear these days." Lara groaned.

"You're to leave Tom. You can make up whatever excuse you like, but your relationship is over. If you need help making a lie up just ask Hannah, the little slut has grown good at being a sneaky bimbo. You want him to lead a happy prison free life? It doesn't have you in the picture."

Lara felt the words sting. Reality felt like a ton of bricks being lowered on to her, she struggled to breathe.

"You have until next weekend to do this. He might not take it so bad, after all he still has a promising career ahead, unlike you."

God, Lara hated this woman so much. Such a spiteful way with words. She truly was a psychopath.

"Next Saturday I expect you at my address at 8am sharp. Hannah can give it to you. You will wear your best lingerie, and most revealing slutty outfit. That is all. Everything else will be provided by myself upon arrival. You might be jobless, but you won't be homeless, I take good care of my slaves."

Lara was then told to get dressed and get out. She left the office and was met by Hannah holding a box for her. "I'm sorry Lara... truly."

Lara looked at the sorrow in Hannah's eyes and felt her own tears begin to fall, as the two made their way to her desk to pack her things up.

Meanwhile Ms. Grayson closed her eyes, imagining all the fun she would finally have with her own permanent 24/7 slave, especially with slutty little Hannah to help train her up.

Ms. Grayson knew she would do whatever it takes to ensure Lara and Hannah remained hers forever. Whatever it takes.

Whatever It Takes Part 3 - A new home

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Ms. Grayson kept Hannah on the boil for the rest of the Friday, using the remote control sex toy to tease the girl as she kept her in the private office doing humiliating chores for the woman. She instructed Lucy to ensure they were not disturbed, so Hannah remained almost naked as she licked shoes clean, gave foot rubs, licked envelopes and acted as a footrest for her wicked boss.

Hannah was in a daze. The humiliating defeat at the hands of her boss had almost totally broken her and she no longer gave up resistance. The toy buzzing inside her kept her wet and distracted, while a numbness of the situation washed over her, her mind reeling after signing over legal powers to this nasty woman.

Ms. Grayson spent the afternoon teasing Hannah, both physically with the toy, as well as verbally. "Oh Hannah", she would say, with a dramatic sigh, "just this time last week you were coming to my office to ask for a promotion, your career aspirations all layed out in front of you" she ran a foot along Hannah's dripping wet panty crotch as she said this. "Now look at you, a whole new career. Finally a job you deserve. We can celebrate tonight yes? A little private party once I've shown you your room and got you settled in. Just us two girlies having fun. Won't that be nice?"

Hannah let out a soft moan, Ms. Grayson ever so slightly increasing the toy's power as she asked the question. Tonight was what Hannah had been dreading most. This whole week had been building to this. Her new outfits, piercings, all of the old Hannah being tossed away. Her mind had tried to shut off the thoughts, that this woman was going to make her live under the same roof. There would be no getting away, no escape.

"Yes Mistress" Hannah finally replied, causing Ms. Grayson to curl her lips into a cruel smile again.

"Good girl, so obedient now, so pliant. And I hear Lucy is going to help by running a little yard sale this weekend to get rid of all your old junk? Her new boss, Ms. Parker gave her that suggestion, so kind isn't it? Have you thanked Lucy for helping you become my new fuck toy and keeping your weekend nice and free for me to settle you in?"

This woman had some nerve calling the majority of Hannah's possessions junk. Hannah had no surprises in hearing that other old pervert woman Ms. Parker had been involved in hastening Hannah's demise, not after the party last Friday anyway. "Yes Mistress I said thank you yesterday" she replied, before returning to licking the dirt off one of Ms. Grayson's sets of shoes.

"Oh no pet, that simply won't do. Let me call her in here and you can give a proper thank you." Ms. Grayson immediately picked up her phone and dialed the receptionist. "Lucy dear, please come in the office please." Was it just Hannah, or did Lucy seem to be getting treated nicer now Ms. Grayson had her cruel eyes set on new prey?

The door opened and in walked Lucy, a little nervous she stood in the middle of the room.

"Ahh Lucy, Hannah here was just telling me she hasn't given you a proper thank you for helping her?" Ms. Grayson eyed the young secretary expectantly.

"Umm... no... Mistress" Lucy agreed, although she had been fine with the thank you from Hannah previously, she knew better than to argue.

Ms. Grayson then ordered Hannah to lay down on her back in the centre of the room. She then had Lucy remove her underwear and 'reward incentive' and stand over her replacement secretary.

"Now Lucy, you get nice and comfy on Hannah's face, and Hannah you show Lucy how thankful you are of your new position. Lucy consider this your reward from me for 2 years of delicious service."

Ms. Grayson pulled out her phone and began recording as Lucy lowered herself onto Hannah.

Hannah watched as Lucy's pussy got closer and closer, before her whole world was engulfed in the girl's flesh, going dark as her face disappeared beneath her skirt. She felt Lucy's wetness on her chin as the girl begin to grind. Hannah brought out her tongue, and obediently began to lick.

"Ohhhh fuckkk" groaned Lucy, arching her back as Hannah's tongue found the sweet spot. Lucy never felt so turned on, she always had to do the licking usually, never once had Ms. Grayson ordered someone to lick her, and it felt magical.

Hannah could feel her colleague's increased arousal, as her mouth soon filled with pussy juice and she had to swallow to avoid any more mess. Ms. Grayson giggled and slipped her hand beneath her skirt to tease her own clit as she watched the girls on her floor, thankful of the relatively decent soundproofing of the room stopping Lucy's moans from being audible externally.

Hannah felt her head get hot and sweaty under the skirt, as her tongue began to tire finally Lucy let out a guttural moan as her orgasm took her, bucking hard on Hannah's face, using the poor girl's nose as much as her tongue to take her over the edge. Hannah felt her lipstick smear as her face was soaked in sweat and cum.

"Congratulations Lucy, I now release you from my service and into Ms. Parker's. I look forward to visiting next month." Lucy blushed, knowing all too well what client visits entailed and went to put the remote toy back in her pussy. "Oh no dear, please return that to my secretary for cleaning, you won't be needing it any more."

Lucy pulled her panties back up and looked down at Hannah, who was still laying on the floor catching her breath. A look of guilt swept across Lucy's face before she bent down and slowly lowered the gooey toy into Hannah's panting mouth.

Ms. Grayson laughed watching Hannah take the silicone egg in her mouth with surprise as Lucy strutted out of the office.

"Stay where you are Hannah, don't get up until you've cleaned her grimey little cunt juices off my property." Hannah let out a sigh and sucked and licked at the toy until she was certain it must be clean.

At around 4:30pm, some 2 hours later, Hannah was finally allowed to get dressed and exit Ms. Grayson's office. She helped Lucy who was busy packing up her own things ready for the move. Many colleagues came by to wish her the best of luck, while Hannah just got the odd funny look. By 6pm most of the office had emptied, and Hannah felt some relief, it had been a horrible week. That was until she remembered she wasn't going home tonight. Lucy went into Ms. Grayson's office one last time, and Hannah wondered what was being said to her as she waited outside, busying herself with menial tasks. Another hour passed before Lucy left, hair slightly disheveled and makeup smeared. She looked at Hannah and spoke softly.

"Good luck Hannah, if you give me your apartment key I'll sort everything for you back there. Just... do as she says and you'll be fine." Lucy wiped the tear trickling down Hannah's cheek, gave the girl a quick hug, picked up her purse and left.

Hannah had never felt more alone. She watched the remainder of the office empty out and soon it was gone 7pm. She was just wondering if maybe she struck lucky and the woman who held the key to her whole life had dropped dead in her private office, when a familiar feeling came back. Oh god, thought Hannah, as the silicone vibrator began to rumble inside her. That bitch. She's getting me wet... getting me ready for her. Hannah let out a moan and rolled her hips in her chair as her eyes began to glaze. Suddenly the door behind opened and out strutted Ms. Grayson in her large expensive fur coat. She looked at Hannah, who was still too distracted by the vibrations between her thighs to notice her tormentor standing there watching.

The vibrations suddenly stopped and Hannah flushed red on looking up behind her to see Ms. Grayson licking her lips. "Oh gosh... ahh.. sorry Ms. Grayson... I -" Hannah started before being quickly cut off.

"Oh shhh little slug, we both know you were busy sliming up your panties, now hurry up and grab your stuff, time to settle you in."

Hannah quickly grabbed her coat and purse, as well of the bag of remaining 'approved' items she had been allowed to take to her new home and hurried to catch up with Ms. Grayson. They arrived at her car, a modern white BMW that gleamed in the setting sun, kept spotlessly clean by the meticulous owner.

Hannah went to get in but was quickly stopped by her boss. "Ah ah ah, the seats are for people. I don't want you sliming up the place. Put your stuff on the back seat and follow me. Bring your collar."

Hannah grabbed her collar and then put her coat and bags on the back seat. She followed Ms. Grayson round to the back of the vehicle, where the woman popped the trunk, revealing an interior covered with a puffy baby pink blanket and frilly pillow. Hannah's jaw dropped. She wasn't expected to... surely not?

Ms. Grayson wasted no time taking the collar from Hannah's hand and slipping it round the girl's neck, locking it in place. Then she looked down at the girl expectantly.

"A little bimbo bed for a little bimbo girl. Hurry up and get in before anyone sees."

Hannah obliged, seeing no other choice (she was getting used to that unnervingly fast for her own mind), resting her head on the soft pillow she looked up at the woman with a glint of fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry slut, you can cream yourself all you like on this blanket, it's what it's here for." With that the door was slammed down, trapping Hannah in the darkness.

Moments passed, as Hannah waited for the purr of the engine to start. As it did, shortly after she felt the familiar vibration of the reward incentive in her pussy begin to work its magic, teasing her into squirming as the car pulled off to take her to a new home.

Hannah let out a gasp as the toy switched off just after the car pulled to a stop. The trunk was popped and Ms. Grayson watched the girl struggle to clamber out into what appeared to be the garage space of Ms. Grayson's home. Her head was giddy from the sensory deprivation of the dark back of the car. Ms. Grayson ordered Hannah to her knees, and attached a leash to her collar and gave it a tug.

Hannah was lead out of the garage through a door into the main house. She began to recognise her surroundings as she was lead past the lounge (a flashback in her mind replayed her moment licking cum from the wooden floor next to Lucy just one week ago) and into the main hallway, with the stairs looming above her. Hannah was trying to imagine the room she was being offered, maybe some guest bedroom upstairs? She hadn't seen any rooms on the ground floor that were a bedroom.

Ms. Grayson lead the girl toward the stairs, but instead of going up them stopped beside them. Then she pushed in a panel and a hidden hinge clicked open in the panel revealing what would usually be the utility space under the stairs. Hannah gulped. Oh no. Reluctantly she followed Ms. Grayson into the entrance of the small space.

As far as under stairs utility spaces go it was arguably quite spacious, but almost the entirety of the narrow floor space was taken up by a large cage with a padded top, smaller than a single bed in width and height. Thick metal bars ran along it on all sides, while the top was covered in a thick layer of padded red leather. Hannah blinked, this has to be a joke.

Hanging above the bed/cage was a metal rail from which Hannah's small selection of remaining clothes were hung, as well as a few additions she had never seen before - maid outfits, pvc and latex dresses, hoods and masks. Tucked away opposite the cage was a small cupboard, where Hannah assumed the rest of her clothing items, lingerie and shoes had been put.

"In you go then slut, make yourself at home." Ms. Grayson unclipped the leash and gave Hannah a firm swat on her ass. Hannah crawled into the space and began awkwardly clambering onto the padded leather bed above the cage.

"Oh no dimwit. Get down from there, into the cage bimbo, the bed isn't for your comfort, it's for your guests comfort when you entertain them." Ms. Grayson gripped Hannah's collar with her fingers and yanked her back forcefully, kicking open the cage door and pushing Hannah inside before shutting it. Hannah looked back at her as a dead bolt was slotted in, and a large padlock was clicked in place. Hannah whimpered.

"Now, Mistress is going to order herself some takeaway on your phone, I'll bring you any leftovers. You just take some time to explore your new home."

With this, Ms. Grayson giggled and walked away, closing the panel leaving Hannah in total darkness.

Hannah lost track of time, she felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable with the thin blanked she had been given. She tried to think, wondering if there was any way she could get out of this but gave up and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Some time later she heard a loud bang and the panel swing open. "Oopsie" giggled Ms. Grayson, clearly not sober after likely enjoying some wine with her meal Hannah had paid for. The woman switched on a lamp and Hannah blinked to adjust her eyes as a box of half eaten rice and noodles was passed to her through the bars.

"Dinner time girly, but save some room for dessert." Ms. Grayson winked at Hannah. Hannah looked down at the messy contents of the box. Some of it looked like it had been chewed up and spat out, which was then confirmed. "Oh yeah those bits tasted disgusting, couldn't stomach it, but a nasty pig like you should love it."

Ms. Grayson crouched down and watched as Hannah tried to work out what to do. She was so hungry but the 'meal' was less than appetising. And there was no cutlery, how the fuck was she supposed to eat it with no cutlery.

Hannah went to scoop some rice in her hand when Ms. Grayson spoke out. "What do you think you are doing? Pigs don't use their hands do they? and where are your manners?" Ms. Grayson picked up the box, pulling it away from Hannah.

"No - please... sorry Mistress... thank you Mistress... please I'm sorry." Hannah felt herself begin to tear up.

Ms. Grayson again applied her fake soothing voice as she leaned forward to stroke Hannah's chin with her other hand.

"Aww it's OK Hanny, I know you're stupid, I should have remembered what a dumb bimbo you are and given clearer instructions shouldn't I?" Hannah hated being called Hanny, nobody called her that, it wasn't even a common nickname of Hannah, but she nodded and agreed, if for no other reason than because it kept Ms. Grayson talking softly to her, even if it was degrading.

"There there" continued Ms. Grayson, as she slowly rotated the wrist of the hand holding the box of food, "now, use that sloppy piggy mouth of yours and eat up every last bit of this food from the floor of your cage." Globs of rice and vegetables dropped onto the wooden floorboards by the cage door, forming a small pile before sauce dribbled over it. However unappetising it had looked in the box, it looked a whole lot less so now. Hannah closed her eyes as Ms. Grayson removed the box and leant her hand back in, gripping Hannah by her hair and pulling her face into the steaming pile of food. Guided by her new Mistress, Hannah felt the rice against her lips, opened her mouth and took some in. It wasn't as bad as it looked, except the spicy part that her Mistress had half chewed up and spat out. She quickly swallowed it, still being tugged by her hair to each remaining chunk of food. Then Hannah was ordered to stick her tongue out, while Ms. Grayson guided her across the floor like a mop, picking up stray grains of rice, noodle and sauce spots.

"Good girl" praised Ms. Grayson, satisfied with her victim's humiliation. "Now let's get you cleaned up, your obedience has me all wet and I want to play."

Ms. Grayson showed poor Hannah a little slither of decency, fetching a wet wipe to wipe the sticky food from Hannah's face. Then she opened the cage and lead Hannah out, on a leash and crawling of course, this time upstairs to Ms. Grayson's bedroom.

Hannah was ordered to strip but leave her hot pink heels (that matched her stupid ugly bimbo earrings) and lay face down on the bed. A matching hot pink ballgag was inserted, causing Hannah to grunt, before Ms. Grayson began tightly roping up Hannah until she was bound in a neat hogtie.

Ms. Grayson stood back to admire her work, feeling her pussy soak at the sight of Hannah wriggling. It was so hot she decided to add an incentive. "Oh Hanny, you look so cute squirming like that. Tell you what, if you can untie yourself and take out the ballgag and say the words 'please let me go' I will forget our whole little arrangement and give you that promotion you so desperately sought. You have until I cum."

Hannah didn't need telling twice. She pulled with all her might, she kicked and turned, flexing the rope as she did so. Hannah's eyes were closed, her concentration fully on her own chance to escape this mess. Ms. Grayson slowly, methodically undressed herself, never taking her eyes off the girl helplessly twitching on her bed. She took her time to get completely naked before grabbing her favourite vibrator and seductively positioning herself on the bed so that with her legs spread, Hannah's writhing body was mere inches from her glistening sex. Ms. Grayson let out a satisfied sigh as she sunk her rabbit vibrator inside herself, feeling the ears tickle her clit as inches away a completely unaware Hannah thrashed wildly, grunting and whimpering in her gag.

Hannah only realised that her boss' pussy was inches from her face when the woman began approaching her orgasm. Oh god, she's getting off to my helplessness thought Hannah, who doubled her efforts. Her wrists were sore from the abrasion of the rope as she pushed and pulled and twisted the knots to try and make them give, but smelling her Mistress' arousal distracted her, she felt her own pussy moisten as she realised how hopeless it was, how foolish it was to try. She stopped squirming and just watched as Ms. Grayson's breaths shortened as the woman got closer and closer to orgasm.

Ms. Grayson was close, as much as she got off to the sight of her victim squirming she didn't realise how deliciously hot it would be when the girl stopped. The evil woman looked down at the pretty blonde bimbo between her thighs as the girl's body went limp, exhausted, broken, unable to escape.

"Oh yes, mmm that's right you dumb little bimbo.... you know it don't you?" she panted, as Hannah let out a grunt from behind her pink gag. "Oh fuck yes, you're mine, giving up... mmm... giving up that hot little body... do you submit?" Ms. Grayson didn't want to stop but she held off fucking herself for a moment, watching the sad eyes of Hannah for a response.

Hannah closed her eyes, blinking back a tear, then looked at her new Mistress and slowly nodded.

"Mmm fuck yes... you're mine... forever... oh yes ahhhhh" Ms. Grayson felt the orgasm rip through her, curling her toes, she arched her back and let out a keel as she watched a single tear roll down Hannah's cheek. THen she closed her eyes as the electric sensation sent tingles from her brain, through her nipples down to her pussy, causing her to squirt. Soon Hannah's tears were unrecognisable from her Mistress' wet juices now dripping down her face as she sobbed.

Hannah was broken, and ripe for Ms. Grayson to mold into her perfect pleasure puppet.

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