Fantasy humiliation and degrading story written for a lady called Emma Muffin, in no way, does this reflect on Emma in real life! Anybody else wanting a story get in touch, and tell me what you would like in it.
Emma sat in the office, she had struggled since she had arrived just over a year ago. She found it very hard to get on with the Manageress Miss Prim. This was not her real name it was a nickname dished out by the of the girls, as she was a total iron lady. Some would go as far as saying a total bitch. Upon meeting Emma they had not struck it off at all. Emma had a former life where she had been on stage performing with a metal band. Miss Prim, did not see this as lady like at all. There had been several heated conversations between Emma and Miss Prim about her previous engagements. Emma has quite rightly defended her time with the band as she had enjoyed it, Miss Prim on the other hand did not see it as lady like at all.
Emma looked down at her office attire, it was dull, drab and boring. She could no longer take this job, she wanted out. Emma wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, she never planned to come back. It was, to be honest a f-ing crap job! Well, Emma thought, if I'm going to go. I'm going to have some fun. So as the clock approached five, Emma found herself clock watching. Bang on five Miss Prim slapped down her ruler on her desk to tell the ladies they could leave for the day. Miss Prim never said goodbye to her ladies as it was beneath her.
Cometh the hour, cometh Miss Emma:
It was a sunny summer's day, quite warm out. Miss Prim sat at her desk at eight fifty am, counting the girls in, the woman even had a register in the twenty first century! Miss Prim heard wolf whistles from outside the building, several guys passing comment to a lady walking into to the building. Something along the lines of.
"God she's hot, look at her curves in her office get up."
Miss Prim went on to alert this was not what she liked or expected from her humdrum girls. This would cause upset in her monotone world.
Emma walked up the stairs into the office, her blonde bob hair looking stunning in the summer sun. Well, Emma was only wearing a really sharp satin blouse, blue, full sleeve. Maybe a size ten or twelve it was barely holding her top assets in place. The skirt made Miss Prim turn away, it was a short black number with side split. To top off this disgusting outfit, Emma was wearing full stockings and suspenders with her black high heels for the day. The suspender belt pushed up through the black skirt, almost inviting passing comment on her sexiness.
Miss Prim, checked over her own attire. It was a boring grey blouse, short sleeve with a slight coffee stain on the mid right section. A seriously boring, grey full length skirt. Flat grey shoes, also there was the possibility of tights on, under the grey skirt during the summer heat!
Emma noticed some paper had fallen off her desk, only a small piece, so she seized the moment to bombard Miss Prim sexually. She bent down opposite her to pick up the paper, her black short skirt rode up, revealing the full attire underneath. God, it was hot! Miss Prim did not approve in fact she was openly appalled by the moment.
"Dear child, please turn away. I do not need a site like this in my office!"
Emma bent right over to pick the paper up, giving Miss Prim an eyeful.
"Woops! Sorry my skirt must have ridden up." Emma quipped.
"Child sort out your skirt and attire, it's disgusting." Miss Prim felt she was forced to pass comment, her world had been invaded.
The other girls sniggered under their breath, secretly loving the fact that Emma had dared to face Miss Prim. Some form of normality returned to the monotone world of Miss Prim's office. As the girls set about their work.
Secretly fucking loving it:
"God, my tits look good in this satin, shiny blue blouse!" Emma declared.
Miss Prim spat some coffee out of her mouth, this was not the kind of comment that was passed in her world. (How boring is Miss Prim!)
"Yeah, do you not think, it looks really sexy and flirty, the fabric feels really hot against my breasts. Makes my nipples pert all day." Emma revealed.
"I have some satin lingerie like that. I get hot as soon as I wear it, especially if he tells me he is going to sexual dismantles me in it. I love it when he sexually degrades me in that satin lingerie. The outfit, added with my man abusing me wearing it. Sets me on fire!" One of the girls announced.
"Yeah, me too, I fucking love being degraded, humiliated, destroyed, sexually broken with some added clothes ripping. Lay the fucking lot on me! If I dress in office attire similar to this, he goes nuts and just sexually destroys me. Constantly working my body over for several hours, until he is happy with my sexual demise." Emma revealed.
"LADIES PLEASE!" Miss Prim was struggling, her safe world was in tatters after just three sentences.
"Yeah, I like to switch with my man, he dresses for me sometimes, I have a tranny thing going on!" One of the girls blurted.
Miss Prim, nearly had a cardiac on the spot. She slammed down on her desk hard with her ruler, to regain order in her somewhat closed world!
Emma got up from her desk and walked over to the photocopier. Started copying her paperwork. She thought now is the time, just how far can I push it until they publicly humiliate me and degrade me. Or even better, just fire me. So I can go home and spend the day masturbating! Emma seized the moment, she stuck her breasts onto the photocopier and did her breasts through her blouse. Miss Prim's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Then Emma put the picture of her blouse and breasts on top of the paper work and handed it over to Miss Prim.
Getting what you ask for:
Well a matter of minute of a passed, when suddenly Mr A Wanker, came out of the elevator wheeling an office trolley. He entered Miss Prim's domain.
"Miss Prim, how dare she! Where is this wanton slut, which one is it?" enquired Mr Wanker.
"That slut in the blue satin blouse, pig Emma." Miss Prim, pointed Emma out with her ruler.
"Come with me young lady, you need a dressing down of public shame at the roundabout! This will sort you out once and for all." Mr Wanker revealed.
"Fuck you, you Wanker! That said, with your name you really are A Wanker!" Emma laughed.
"How DARE YOU! Speak to my colleague like that, it is Mr A Wanker to you, you fucking piggy slut!" Miss Prim fired off a verbal volley at Emma.
The other girls in the office were shocked that Miss Prim could and would use such foul language when referring to Emma. On the other hand Emma sexually loved it, the verbal attacked had been absorbed into her body as a form of sexual pleasure. The stronger and more degrading the verbal abuse the more Emma became aroused from it. Again Emma thought now or never!
"Do your fucking worst, take me to this roundabout, put me on public show, fucking degrade me, abuse me, spit on me, tear my clothes off,
I don't give a fuck!" Emma revealed.
"Take this wanton slut away, do your worst, including the scales of injustice! Weigh the fat bitch, in front of everybody. I will ring round the other company's on the estate and let them know to send out their workers to watch, and abuse this sow cow as much as they can. Tape her to the trolley and take this fucking slut piggy out of my office and out of my sight!" Miss Prim hardly had time breath as her rage was released.
Emma was bundled on to the trolley, she didn't resist. Miss Prim was not aware, that the degrading destruction was what Emma secretly craved. Mr Wanker taped her to the trolley so she was standing upright bound by her hands and legs to the trolley with black tape.
"I'll take this fucking pig away and deal with her in public, Miss Prim!" announced A Wanker.
"Thank you, Mr Wanker. I bid you good day." Miss Prim replied.
Emma was wheeled out of the office on the trolley and then into the elevator. As she was wheeled away, Emma watched Miss Prim phoning round the other company's as she had threatened. It was on! Emma was to become Miss Piggy and get degraded and destroyed in public. Emma was well up for it, would she be made to do forced blow jobs, maybe spit roasted, or gang banged in her torn clothes? How much mocking would they dish out on her. Also she craved to be weighed, so they could verbally abuse her about her weight alongside her looks. Utterly stripping away any self preservation that may still remain.
"About time it went dark for you Piggy!" Mr Wanker revealed.
With that, Emma was blindfolded and pushed through the building, as she travelled along she heard people in the stores shouting verbal abuse. Whore, slut, pig, slag, all of this disgusting volley flew in Emma's direction. Again the words hit in her sexual waves, Emma craved to rub her pussy in public, to show them she was in piggy slut mode, but she could not being taped to the trolley! Suddenly the trolley stopped.
"Let's turn this fucking slut, into Miss fucking Piggy!" Mr Wanker shouted to the crowd.
Cheers and whoops went up from the workers, followed by taunts of.
"Piggy, Piggy, PIGGY, PIGGY, MISS FUCKING PIGGY. Useless fucking blonde tart, was a statement that fired out of the taunting crowd and hit Emma hard sexually she could feel her knickers getting damp. She craved more abuse. She dared.
"Give me all you've fucking got, bring it!" Emma declared.
"You fat, fucking blonde slut! If I had a missus like you, I'd give her back." A worker taunted.
"Fat fucking cow!" Followed.
"Wouldn't fuck that with his dick!" Another was launched.
This volley of comments sexually, broke Emma down. The thought of the guys getting their dicks out to fuck her and then refusing, due to the fact she was about to be turned into Miss Piggy made Emma start to tingle in the pelvis.
Mr Wanker approached Emma, she could feel ears being put in place, mocking cheers went up from the crowd.
"Stick the tail up her fat, fucking ass!" Someone shouted.
Emma prayed they would. Mr Wanker delivered, Emma's skirt was hitched up and her knickers slid to one side. Then the tail was shoved in-between her butt cheeks. Emma now has a rather large red pig coil tail hanging from her pert butt. Then for the next sexual insult a pig nose was put on her face.
"OINK, FUCKING OINK, Miss Piggy Emma." Mr Wanker shouted.
Next a lipstick was brought out and Miss Piggy had written on forehead. 'I am the office slag!' One of the lads moved in her, put his hand on Emma's left breast and drew a hand print round it in lipstick. So everybody could see she had been groped in public.
"Fucking saggy, sow tits!" he taunted, after finishing his masterpiece.
Emma rocked on her trolley, she loved the abuse, the groping, the public degrading.
"Take her to the roundabout and the scales of injustice." shouted one of the lads.
With that Emma was wheeled out of the premises and down the street, past other industrial locations. Emma's blindfold was removed. She looked down, As she looked she noticed her pig nose, followed by the hand print now on her left breast. Looked good on the satin blouse though. Quite sexy.
As they passed a large factory, both the men and the women came out and fired abuse at Miss Piggy, Emma. There were nearly thirty of them. All of them hurling sexually degrading pig taunts at Emma. For a moment Emma went limp on the trolley. She absorbed a ton of sexual degrading abuse, her endorphins went into overdrive, they could have torn her off the trolley and fucked her hard, there and then. She would have taken it with pleasure, and begged out loud for more in public.
Emma got her first glance of the scales of injustice! Oh crap! It was actually a giant weighing machine for truck trailer in the middle of a purpose made roundabout. She noticed to the left of it, was a smaller scale. That looked like a giant version of public weighing scales. Above were chains for hanging things on. Was Emma going to be hanging from those chains as Miss Piggy?
The scales of Injustice!
Emma sat in the office, she had struggled since she had arrived just over a year ago. She found it very hard to get on with the Manageress Miss Prim. This was not her real name it was a nickname dished out by the of the girls, as she was a total iron lady. Some would go as far as saying a total bitch. Upon meeting Emma they had not struck it off at all. Emma had a former life where she had been on stage performing with a metal band. Miss Prim, did not see this as lady like at all. There had been several heated conversations between Emma and Miss Prim about her previous engagements. Emma has quite rightly defended her time with the band as she had enjoyed it, Miss Prim on the other hand did not see it as lady like at all.
Emma looked down at her office attire, it was dull, drab and boring. She could no longer take this job, she wanted out. Emma wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, she never planned to come back. It was, to be honest a f-ing crap job! Well, Emma thought, if I'm going to go. I'm going to have some fun. So as the clock approached five, Emma found herself clock watching. Bang on five Miss Prim slapped down her ruler on her desk to tell the ladies they could leave for the day. Miss Prim never said goodbye to her ladies as it was beneath her.
Cometh the hour, cometh Miss Emma:
It was a sunny summer's day, quite warm out. Miss Prim sat at her desk at eight fifty am, counting the girls in, the woman even had a register in the twenty first century! Miss Prim heard wolf whistles from outside the building, several guys passing comment to a lady walking into to the building. Something along the lines of.
"God she's hot, look at her curves in her office get up."
Miss Prim went on to alert this was not what she liked or expected from her humdrum girls. This would cause upset in her monotone world.
Emma walked up the stairs into the office, her blonde bob hair looking stunning in the summer sun. Well, Emma was only wearing a really sharp satin blouse, blue, full sleeve. Maybe a size ten or twelve it was barely holding her top assets in place. The skirt made Miss Prim turn away, it was a short black number with side split. To top off this disgusting outfit, Emma was wearing full stockings and suspenders with her black high heels for the day. The suspender belt pushed up through the black skirt, almost inviting passing comment on her sexiness.
Miss Prim, checked over her own attire. It was a boring grey blouse, short sleeve with a slight coffee stain on the mid right section. A seriously boring, grey full length skirt. Flat grey shoes, also there was the possibility of tights on, under the grey skirt during the summer heat!
Emma noticed some paper had fallen off her desk, only a small piece, so she seized the moment to bombard Miss Prim sexually. She bent down opposite her to pick up the paper, her black short skirt rode up, revealing the full attire underneath. God, it was hot! Miss Prim did not approve in fact she was openly appalled by the moment.
"Dear child, please turn away. I do not need a site like this in my office!"
Emma bent right over to pick the paper up, giving Miss Prim an eyeful.
"Woops! Sorry my skirt must have ridden up." Emma quipped.
"Child sort out your skirt and attire, it's disgusting." Miss Prim felt she was forced to pass comment, her world had been invaded.
The other girls sniggered under their breath, secretly loving the fact that Emma had dared to face Miss Prim. Some form of normality returned to the monotone world of Miss Prim's office. As the girls set about their work.
Secretly fucking loving it:
"God, my tits look good in this satin, shiny blue blouse!" Emma declared.
Miss Prim spat some coffee out of her mouth, this was not the kind of comment that was passed in her world. (How boring is Miss Prim!)
"Yeah, do you not think, it looks really sexy and flirty, the fabric feels really hot against my breasts. Makes my nipples pert all day." Emma revealed.
"I have some satin lingerie like that. I get hot as soon as I wear it, especially if he tells me he is going to sexual dismantles me in it. I love it when he sexually degrades me in that satin lingerie. The outfit, added with my man abusing me wearing it. Sets me on fire!" One of the girls announced.
"Yeah, me too, I fucking love being degraded, humiliated, destroyed, sexually broken with some added clothes ripping. Lay the fucking lot on me! If I dress in office attire similar to this, he goes nuts and just sexually destroys me. Constantly working my body over for several hours, until he is happy with my sexual demise." Emma revealed.
"LADIES PLEASE!" Miss Prim was struggling, her safe world was in tatters after just three sentences.
"Yeah, I like to switch with my man, he dresses for me sometimes, I have a tranny thing going on!" One of the girls blurted.
Miss Prim, nearly had a cardiac on the spot. She slammed down on her desk hard with her ruler, to regain order in her somewhat closed world!
Emma got up from her desk and walked over to the photocopier. Started copying her paperwork. She thought now is the time, just how far can I push it until they publicly humiliate me and degrade me. Or even better, just fire me. So I can go home and spend the day masturbating! Emma seized the moment, she stuck her breasts onto the photocopier and did her breasts through her blouse. Miss Prim's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Then Emma put the picture of her blouse and breasts on top of the paper work and handed it over to Miss Prim.
Getting what you ask for:
Well a matter of minute of a passed, when suddenly Mr A Wanker, came out of the elevator wheeling an office trolley. He entered Miss Prim's domain.
"Miss Prim, how dare she! Where is this wanton slut, which one is it?" enquired Mr Wanker.
"That slut in the blue satin blouse, pig Emma." Miss Prim, pointed Emma out with her ruler.
"Come with me young lady, you need a dressing down of public shame at the roundabout! This will sort you out once and for all." Mr Wanker revealed.
"Fuck you, you Wanker! That said, with your name you really are A Wanker!" Emma laughed.
"How DARE YOU! Speak to my colleague like that, it is Mr A Wanker to you, you fucking piggy slut!" Miss Prim fired off a verbal volley at Emma.
The other girls in the office were shocked that Miss Prim could and would use such foul language when referring to Emma. On the other hand Emma sexually loved it, the verbal attacked had been absorbed into her body as a form of sexual pleasure. The stronger and more degrading the verbal abuse the more Emma became aroused from it. Again Emma thought now or never!
"Do your fucking worst, take me to this roundabout, put me on public show, fucking degrade me, abuse me, spit on me, tear my clothes off,
I don't give a fuck!" Emma revealed.
"Take this wanton slut away, do your worst, including the scales of injustice! Weigh the fat bitch, in front of everybody. I will ring round the other company's on the estate and let them know to send out their workers to watch, and abuse this sow cow as much as they can. Tape her to the trolley and take this fucking slut piggy out of my office and out of my sight!" Miss Prim hardly had time breath as her rage was released.
Emma was bundled on to the trolley, she didn't resist. Miss Prim was not aware, that the degrading destruction was what Emma secretly craved. Mr Wanker taped her to the trolley so she was standing upright bound by her hands and legs to the trolley with black tape.
"I'll take this fucking pig away and deal with her in public, Miss Prim!" announced A Wanker.
"Thank you, Mr Wanker. I bid you good day." Miss Prim replied.
Emma was wheeled out of the office on the trolley and then into the elevator. As she was wheeled away, Emma watched Miss Prim phoning round the other company's as she had threatened. It was on! Emma was to become Miss Piggy and get degraded and destroyed in public. Emma was well up for it, would she be made to do forced blow jobs, maybe spit roasted, or gang banged in her torn clothes? How much mocking would they dish out on her. Also she craved to be weighed, so they could verbally abuse her about her weight alongside her looks. Utterly stripping away any self preservation that may still remain.
"About time it went dark for you Piggy!" Mr Wanker revealed.
With that, Emma was blindfolded and pushed through the building, as she travelled along she heard people in the stores shouting verbal abuse. Whore, slut, pig, slag, all of this disgusting volley flew in Emma's direction. Again the words hit in her sexual waves, Emma craved to rub her pussy in public, to show them she was in piggy slut mode, but she could not being taped to the trolley! Suddenly the trolley stopped.
"Let's turn this fucking slut, into Miss fucking Piggy!" Mr Wanker shouted to the crowd.
Cheers and whoops went up from the workers, followed by taunts of.
"Piggy, Piggy, PIGGY, PIGGY, MISS FUCKING PIGGY. Useless fucking blonde tart, was a statement that fired out of the taunting crowd and hit Emma hard sexually she could feel her knickers getting damp. She craved more abuse. She dared.
"Give me all you've fucking got, bring it!" Emma declared.
"You fat, fucking blonde slut! If I had a missus like you, I'd give her back." A worker taunted.
"Fat fucking cow!" Followed.
"Wouldn't fuck that with his dick!" Another was launched.
This volley of comments sexually, broke Emma down. The thought of the guys getting their dicks out to fuck her and then refusing, due to the fact she was about to be turned into Miss Piggy made Emma start to tingle in the pelvis.
Mr Wanker approached Emma, she could feel ears being put in place, mocking cheers went up from the crowd.
"Stick the tail up her fat, fucking ass!" Someone shouted.
Emma prayed they would. Mr Wanker delivered, Emma's skirt was hitched up and her knickers slid to one side. Then the tail was shoved in-between her butt cheeks. Emma now has a rather large red pig coil tail hanging from her pert butt. Then for the next sexual insult a pig nose was put on her face.
"OINK, FUCKING OINK, Miss Piggy Emma." Mr Wanker shouted.
Next a lipstick was brought out and Miss Piggy had written on forehead. 'I am the office slag!' One of the lads moved in her, put his hand on Emma's left breast and drew a hand print round it in lipstick. So everybody could see she had been groped in public.
"Fucking saggy, sow tits!" he taunted, after finishing his masterpiece.
Emma rocked on her trolley, she loved the abuse, the groping, the public degrading.
"Take her to the roundabout and the scales of injustice." shouted one of the lads.
With that Emma was wheeled out of the premises and down the street, past other industrial locations. Emma's blindfold was removed. She looked down, As she looked she noticed her pig nose, followed by the hand print now on her left breast. Looked good on the satin blouse though. Quite sexy.
As they passed a large factory, both the men and the women came out and fired abuse at Miss Piggy, Emma. There were nearly thirty of them. All of them hurling sexually degrading pig taunts at Emma. For a moment Emma went limp on the trolley. She absorbed a ton of sexual degrading abuse, her endorphins went into overdrive, they could have torn her off the trolley and fucked her hard, there and then. She would have taken it with pleasure, and begged out loud for more in public.
Emma got her first glance of the scales of injustice! Oh crap! It was actually a giant weighing machine for truck trailer in the middle of a purpose made roundabout. She noticed to the left of it, was a smaller scale. That looked like a giant version of public weighing scales. Above were chains for hanging things on. Was Emma going to be hanging from those chains as Miss Piggy?
The scales of Injustice!
