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Jill, Chapter One
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WARNING : BnD, HUMILIATION etc.. Read only if you know what to expect.
Chapter 1 - Jill's Interview
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As Jill walked into the reception of "Dawn Mitchell Biotechnology" she
crossed her fingers and said a silent prayer. She HAD to get this
job... it was the last interview of a week consisting of a multitude
of both apologetic and downright rude rejections.
Having a baby at 16 was easy for noone, but with no family to help,
and a six month jail sentence just completed, Jill felt harder done to
than most. Her welfare money was swallowed up by the apartment's rent,
and her little baby was hungry. She straightened her charcoal gray
knee length skirt, glanced at her reflection in the reception desk's
mirrored front, and tried to will herself to calm down.
"Hello... I'm here to interview for the secretarial job" she said, as
professionally as she knew how. The beautiful blonde girl behind the
reception looked Jill up and down before saying "Ok dear, take a seat
and I'll call Miss Mitchell".
Jill took a seat and after a few minutes saw a tall slim red haired
woman approaching her. "Hello... You must be Jill? Come into my
office... Karen, bring in some coffee will you". The reception blonde
jumped up like an obedient puppy, and raced to the coffee machine for
her boss.
Jill had never seen an office like Ms Mitchell's. Two of the walls
consisted of glass panels through which she could see the whole city,
whilst a third contained oak wooden panels, paintings and bookshelves
neatly attached.
As Ms Mitchell sat at her executive leather desk, Jill stood before
the heavy wooden desk. "You can sit down" Ms Mitchell said as she
picked up a file with Jill's name on the front, then placed a
dictating machine on the desk.
"Now Jill, I will be asking you a series of questions, and will be
recording your replies for the benefit of our records... You'll have
your chance to speak later - for the time being I just want simple
answers. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mrs Mitchell" said Jill nervously, as she watched the tall
woman flick the cassette machine to record.
"It's Ms Mitchell, and if you want to have any chance of continuing
this discussion you'd do well to get that right!"
Jill blushed. "I'm sorry Ms Mitchell" she said shyly. "I won't do
it again, I promise!"
"Ok Jill. Let's get on with these questions...
"How old are you Jill?"
"I'm seventeen Ms Mitchell, well I'm just 17, because it was my
birthday last week"
"Just Answer the questions Jill. And if you don't feel you can answer
any properly and honestly, that's alright. Just say so, and you can
walk out, but don't expect to get the job!"
"Oh no Ms Mitchell! I'll answer them, I promise. Whatever they
are!"
"Good. What's your full name?"
"Jill Amanda Grievson"
"Where do you live?"
"Apartment 1540, Northern Station, 54th Avenue"
Dawn Mitchell typed something into the computer terminal on her desk.
"Well well well... That's one of the buildings my father owns! I see
that you're six months overdue with your rent! And that you have a
little girl, but aren't married. And that you have a criminal record!!
You have been a slut haven't you?"
Jill blushed again and stammered. "No Ms Mitchell... I mean, I
have a little baby, and I was sent to prison but I'm not a slut!"
"A baby at the age of sixteen and you're not a slut? You'd better have
a good explanation for that, child!"
"I was raped..." replied Jill meekly. "By a friend of my
daddy's... but he wouldn't let me tell the police, and I couldn't
afford to have an abortion so I kept the baby..."
"I'm quite sure that you were asking for it weren't you Jill? I mean,
a pretty teenager like you, probably showing of your legs under those
slutty little skirts you girls wear? I bet that you'd been teasing
him, by wearing those whorish silk shorty halter tops, so that he
could see your nipples poking through? Am I right Jill? I think the
answer better be yes..."
"Yes Ms Mitchell" Jill said, looking down at the desk, humiliated
but used to it having never really enjoyed respect from adults.
"How large are your breasts Jill?"
"They're 38C Ms Mitchell"
"and how tall are you?"
"I'm 5'6 Ms Mitchell"
"How old were you when you first gave a boy a blowjob?"
For a moment Jill thought about just walking out. None of the other
places had asked her questions like this. Then again, none of them had
really shown any interest at all once they learnt of her record, so
she told herself to be brave and stay seated.
"I was twelve Ms Mitchell"
"You ARE a slut aren't you Jill! So tell me very briefly about it."
"I had bad term grades at school Ms Mitchell. Daddy was very
angry and said he was going to beat me with his belt. So I told him I
would give him a blowjob, because I knew about them from girls at
school. He said yes so... so I knelt down and kissed his cock until it
spurted on my face."
"And what did he do then Jill?" Ms Mitchell was smiling, this girl was
quite a find!
"He whipped my bottom with the belt Ms Mitchell"
"I thought that he'd forgive you if you sucked his cock?"
"He forgave me for the results, but beat me for being a slut Ms
Mitchell"
"Quite right too..." replied the tall woman. She reached into her desk
drawer and pulled out a flesh coloured vibrator, perhaps 8" long, and
2" in diameter. "Do you know what this is Jill?"
"Yes ma'am... it's a dildo" Jill said, having seen, and used her
mother's before leaving home.
"That's right. Push it into your cunt Jill, then do what I tell you,
and I might just think about overlooking that criminal record of
yours."
Jill looked up, astonished at the women's request. "I'm not doing
that!" she said, angrily.
"OK Jill, I said you could leave if you want to.... By the way, I'm
just typing in instructions to have you evicted. Don't worry, I'm sure
that the city will find a nice orphanage for your little girl! Off you
go!"
Dawn Mitchell stood up, as if to usher Jill out, when the brunette
teenager softly spoke. "I'm sorry Ms Mitchell... I'll do it if it
helps me get the job."
"That's more like it... Go on then, I'm waiting!"
Jill stood before Dawn and picked up the dildo. Slowly and shyly she
hitched up the gray skirt until most of her long lissom thighs were
exposed. With the tips of her fingers she fumbled with the crotch of
her panties, pulling them to one side, then placed the head of the
large pink vibrator at her labia.
"Push Jill, push it all the way in, then turn it on with that little
switch at the base. Then sit down again."
Despite her baby, Jill's body was tight and quite slim, and the
vibrator did not want to go into her dry vagina. She grimaced and
pushed, but to no avail and looked pleadingly at the woman who was
showing so much interest in her fumblings.
"You've got five seconds Jill..." said Ms Mitchell, and watched Jill
double her efforts and with a grimace of pain, push the first 4" into
her tight young vagina. She saw a little droplet of blood run down the
inside of Jill's pretty thighs as the child pushed again, and this
time managed to insert the remainder of the large sex toy.
"Now turn the damn thing on, pull down your skirt girl, and smarten
up!" ordered Ms Mitchell, her words immediately followed.
As Jill's behind touched the wooden chair, a loud rattling sound came
from between her sweet young legs. "You do want this job don't you,
you dirty scrubber!" laughed Ms Micthell.
As she spoke there was a knock on the door. Jill immediately raised
her behind to stop the rattling noise, but Ms Mitchell ordered her to
stay firmly seated.
"Come in Karen..." she said into the intercom. The shapely
receptionist walked in, carrying a tray on which stood two cups of
coffee. With the face and body of a young Brigitte Bardot, Karen
looked the ultimate disco bimbo. Her tall body was tightly sheathed
into a blue silk mini-dress, the skirt of which hardly covered her
pouting buttocks. The blonde looked strangely at Jill and asked, "What
is that noise?"
"The little slut's got a vibrator up her cunt! She thought that it
would turn on the man that interviewed her! Didn't you slut?"
"Yes.... I thought it would help me get the job..." said Jill,
now quite submissive to the ordeal.
"What a whore!" exclaimed Karen. "Just wait until I tell the girl's
outside, they'll pee themselves on this one!" She walked, laughing to
herself, wiggling her behind like a Sunset
Strip hooker as she left the room.
"Good girl Jill, you're doing quite well really." That at least gave
Jill something to feel optomistic about and she smiled graciously,
aware that the vibrator was starting to have some effect on her.
"Let's go through some more questions, have a sip of your coffee
first"
Gratefully Jill sipped at the freshly brewed coffee as Ms Mitchell
continued.
"So Jill... are you on the pill?"
"Yes ma'am..."
"And how often do you have periods?"
"Regularly ma'am... once a month, usually on the third week."
"I suppose you find having a big tampon stuffed up your pussy to be
sexy don;t you Jill? The answer's yes, by the way!"
"Yes ma'am"
"Good girl... Now who was the last man to have sex with you?"
"My father's friend Ms Mitchell... I've only had intercourse
once"
"But you've given lots of blowjobs?"
"Yes ma'am... well, to my daddy and my brother I have..."
"Didn't your mother mind?"
"No Ms Micthell... she would watch and use... she would use a
vibrator like this one. She always came when Daddy and Mike spurted on
my face"
"Do you like giving blowjobs then Jill?"
"I did sometimes... when they were gentle with me, I was happy
that they were happy. But other times, they would hurt me afterwards,
and I didn't like that very much.... Mrs Mitchell?"
"Yes Jill?"
"I don't know why, but I need the toilet. It's the vibrator, it's
making me feel strange..."
"Stay where you are Jill. Now tell me about this Jail sentence. What
did you do?"
Jill was looking very uncomfortable, and now had a hand pressed
against her lower abdomen. "I was caught shoplifting ma'am."
"What were you stealing slut?"
"Diapers for my baby ma'am..."
"But you'd been caught before hadn't you!"
Jill was astonished at how much the woman knew. But she couldn't
complain... she just wanted to get out of the interview and into the
nearest rest room as quickly as possible. Her tummy was now making
rumbling noises, and as she felt her pussy juices running down the
crack of her ass, she desperately needed to pee.
"I was caught before ma'am... stealing baby food for Maria"
"Maria's the name of your baby isn't it..." said Ms Mitchell making a
note. "But six months seems an awful long time considering the
circumstances?"
"It was Ms Mitchell.. I think it was because I did something
silly."
"What was that?"
"I asked the policeman if I could give him a blowjob instead. I
think that the judge disapproved of me doing that" she said quietly.
"I hadn't any money to pay for a lawyer, and I thought that was what
men wanted me to do...Mrs Mitchell, I have to go to the restroom!"
"You stupid fucking slut! Well, I don't blame them, actually I think
you were lucky to get six months! And no, I've already told you to
wait, stay seated"
At that moment, Jill felt the delicious sensation of orgasm deep in
her groin. "Arrr" she sighed, her eyes rolling and her back arching as
she came in a way she'd never felt before. The jerk of her body caused
the wooden chair to rock, and she fell back onto the carpeted floor,
legs splayed above as multiple spasms of ecstasy hit her.
Simultaneously with landing on her back, Jill felt a warmth against
her pussy, and was horrified to realise that she had lost control of
her urethra.
She felt the warm urine against her tummy, making her blouse stick to
her flesh, and saw Ms Mitchell towering above her, her face contorted
with anger. "You DISGUSTING LITTLE COW!" she screamed. Jill was still
cumming and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Try as she did, she
couldn't halt the flow of piss, and just lay there, looking at the
woman, as her urine stained the expensive white carpet.
Jill screamed as Ms Mitchell's shoe kicked her hard in the side,
though felt the flow diminish. "You will regret this for the rest of
your life, you FILTHY, DIRTY, SHITTY CUNT!!!"
Jill got to her feet, and pulled out the dildo, letting it land on the
floor. Tears were now in her eyes as she looked at the virago, her
hands together as if in prayer.
"Please, please don't punish me?" she wept. "Please... I
understand, you won't give me the job, but don't tell the police...
They'll take Maria away!"
"Do you have any idea how much this carpet is worth?" asked Ms
Mitchell. "Do you really believe you'll EVER be able to repay me?"
"Oh Ms Mitchell... I will...I'll find a way, I promise! I'll do
anything, really, anything I have to.... "
Ms Mitchell looked at the poor girl, who was now kneeling in her own
piss, a picture of absolute submission. "Ok child... I may forgive you
one day, and you may have the job. But I own you... Do you understand
what that means? You owe me more than you can repay, and if you fail
to do ANYTHING I ask, you'll loose your baby, your livelihood and your
house. To say nothing of your health. Do you agree?"
"Yes Ms Mitchell... YES I promise on my baby's life.... Anything
you ask...."
With that, Ms Mitchell returned to her seat and called Karen. "It
seems we have a new office bimbo.... I'm sure we'll have great fun
with her, but we'll have to get her cleaned up, and teach her how to
dress!"
Karen had appeared in a rubber apron and gloves, and literally dragged
Jill out of the office. As the door was opened, a cheer came from the
assembled group of secretaries and salesman, catcalling and making
snide remarks at poor teenage Jill.
The yellow stains on her skirt and blouse left noone in any doubt over
what she'd done, though when Ms Mitchell returned to the door, they
quickly moved back to their desks.
After following Karen down a corridor, Jill found herself pushed
through a side door in which stood a large jacuzzi hot-tub. Karen sat
on a chair as Jill undressed, then threw her clothes into a bin as
they were removed.
When Jill removed her bra Karen hitched up the short mini-dress and
started pressing against her pussy, staring at Jill like she was a
blue movie starlet, then she spoke. "Did you enjoy your coffee
darling?" the 23 year old blonde asked. "I may have been a little bit
responsible for what happened in there... I added some medicine to
help you pee - I do hope you're not angry with me?"
Jill glared at the woman, as she tried to cover her large breasts and
sparsely haired pussy with her hands. "You horrible person... why did
you have to do that?"
"Don't call me horrible you ungrateful little slut! You got the job
didn't you? I'm Dawn's girl-friend... well sort of one of them
anyway... but if I ask her to punish you she will!"
Jill looked at her, seeing a sexy modelesque woman, and easily
believing that Ms Mitchell might like her. "I'm sorry... it was just
so embarrassing!"
"I know darling... now get yourself clean, and we'll go and buy you
some new clothes!"
Jill quickly washed, doing her best to ignore Karen's prying eyes and
moving fingers, then dried herself. Karen passed her a clean pair of
panties, and a long sweater, and soon Jill was dressed and ready to go
out.
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End of Part 1.
Comments are welcome - Please upload them as JILLC01 etc. Let me know
how the story should continue. Should it contain:-
Harder BnD / S&M - If so what?
More humiliation?
More pissing or enemas/even shitting?
Incest? Animals?
ANYTHING else?
Nothing will offend, though the author's decision is final :-)
I'd also welcome ideas for other characters.
The Author.
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