Message-ID: <16630eli$9810162108@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: beba-fun@bigfoot.com Subject: TheTribunal - Part 1 (A Taster) (ff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <702okn$p26$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. I'd appreciate your comments. I have the rest of this story and a longer story that I will post if this one is reasonably well received. Part 2 will follow shortly. -------------------------------------- The man was reclining in his leather chair, puffing away at his cigar as he studied the two lean dishevelled figures before him. He let the chair drop forward again as he took the cigar from his mouth and spoke to the pair. "Samantha, Angela you both know that this sort of behaviour is unacceptable and contravenes Flambardo's company rules. You are now both guilty of a serious disciplinary offence after not heeding several verbal warnings. The company is also more than aware of your prior unreported encounters that went unpunished." ----------------------------------------- An hour before, the two women had been caught by the M.D.s secretary, fighting like alley cats in the "Upcoming Products" display. Flambardo's latest range of high-class lingerie had just been put on display, and it was natural that the company's top two models wanted to see it first. As so many times before with these two though, neither of them could hide the ill feeling toward the other. They simply couldn't resist bad mouthing each other, and as they looked around the display the abuse eventually became physical. When Miss Locksbridge had walked in on them, Sam was sat astride Angela. Samantha, Sam to everyone but the boss, had her skirt riding up her slim, stockinged legs and the top three buttons of her blouse torn away to expose the creamy mounds of her unsupported breasts. Angela was in an even worse state, flailing her legs wildly in an attempt to escape. This inevitably saw her skirt scrunched around her hips, flashing her black silk panties. She had lost her blouse entirely and her breasts jiggled uncontrollably as she battled. They hurled vicious insults at each other, questioned each other's parentage, ridiculed each other's bodies (though it was difficult to find real fault with either!) and alleged prolific sexually deviant acts. Sufficed to say that it wasn't ladylike. They both froze as the door had clicked shut behind Miss Locksbridge. Everything stood still for several seconds before Miss Locksbridge indicated for them to get up. She allowed them to get back into what remained of their clothing, and led them through the packed offices to Mr Flambardo's office. Everyone's heads turned to watch the battle scarred models as they went by. It wasn't so much to see their exposed flesh, though most of the men looked anyway, it was more like watching the condemned's last walk toward the unknown. They all knew the history between the girls and that this time was going to be once too many. One or both of them would be out of the door before the day was done. It was common knowledge that the boss had some sort of unique tribunal system to deal with these eventualities, but no-one knew what it was. Not even those that had been through it, whether they stayed on or not, ever spoke of exactly what it was. The only thing for sure was that the girls were about to find out. -------------------------------------- The girls shifted uncomfortably as they realised there was no escaping the wrath of Mr F. "We're sorry" Sam said meekly, giving him her best sultry look. He'd seen it all before and wasn't impressed. "It's too late to be sorry my dear" he said, rising up out of his chair until he reached his full height of around six feet four inches. He paced around behind the girls, looking at their taut asses stretch the tight skirts. Tears began to appear in the girls' eyes as they realised they could be finished in modelling if they got sacked, and the reason ever came out. "You have a choice. You will both be dismissed immediately.......or you can try to retain your positions by attending a tribunal of my design." "Oh, please let us try and keep our positions. We love the job and the company.", pleaded Angela, "We truly are sorry. Let us face the tribunal, I'm sure we'll show we want to keep our jobs very much." Mr F headed for his private washroom at the back of his office. He stopped as he reached the door and turned back to the waiting models. "It's your choice girls. If you want the tribunal, then sit over there, relax and have a drink. I'll be back shortly so we can start. If not, please go directly to personnel and pick up your remaining pay." The girls looked toward his sofa and table with a water jug and glasses, in the other corner of the office. As they turned back to look at Mr F, he had already disappeared into his washroom. The girls looked at each other a little watery eyed, but still with a certain vitriolic disdain. They turned and walked defiantly to the sofa and sat as far apart as the small sofa would allow. The poured their own drinks and awaited Mr F's return. Mr F zipped his fly up and headed back toward his office. As he opened the door again he was pleased to see the girls had decided to go to tribunal. They were slumped into one another, deeply unconscious under the influence of the drugs that were in the water. He really did enjoy a good tribunal! Angela woke first, slowly opening her eyes and blinking at the intrusion of the light. Regaining her senses a little, she felt padding below her and realised she was lying on some sort of leather couch. She knew the feeling of real leather on her skin from her modelling assignments for some of the more erotic lines they'd had. 'On my skin!' she thought, realising for the first time that she now had only her panties left on. She pulled herself up to see where she was and why she was naked. She pulled her head off the couch about 3 inches before finding that she couldn't get further. Trying to move position so she could try again, Angela suddenly realised that her whole body was immobilised and she screamed in horror. There was no noise though, only a muffled sound as the gag in her mouth did it's job. She thrashed about trying desperately to move, but in vain. Out of breath from her exertions, she stopped her struggle and craned her neck to see how it possible that she could be stuck. She was indeed on a padded couch, with several important additions. Her hands were strapped together above her head, and attached to the end of the couch. Each ankle had got it's own strap attached to a couch leg at the bottom, spreading her wide apart and exposing her most private parts. Across her shins, lower thighs, waist and shoulders were four wide straps of leather which held her down while the other's kept her in position. She was hardly able to move at all except for her head being left free. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a movement, and twisted her head. Somehow she was not surprised to see Sam in an identical position on a couch next to her. The only difference was the table was facing in the opposite direction. She derived some satisfaction from Sam being in trouble too, and the fact that her enemy was struggling more than she had done, and was in tears as she did so. Just as Sam was starting to calm down just a little, a familiar voice echoed in the room. "Ah girls you're awake", Mr F boomed over a PA system fitted high in the ceiling. "Welcome to your tribunal. I am the only judge here and the system is a simple one. This hearing will be lasting four hours, after which time you will have either earned the right to stay, or be dismissed after receiving a punishment. The are only three rules and they are as follows : 1) A person shall be deemed unfit for work if they are found to be unconscious at any time during the hearing, and they will be dismissed immediately. 2) The person who achieves the fewest orgasms during the hearing shall be deemed fit for their job. 3) Refusal to fully participate with the hearing will result in immediate dismissal. The girls listened to the rules in slight confusion. How were they going to be able to cum like this ? Why would they become unconscious during the hearing ? A door at one end of the room opened and Ms Locksbridge entered through it. She walked and stood in between the girls, looking down at their prone bodies. She gently stroked each of their pussies in turn causing their nipples to reluctantly become erect. She smiled broadly, noting her handy work before speaking. "Ladies, look what you've gotten yourself into. Now at this point most people have some questions about exactly what Mr F meant by his rules. It's my job to put it a bit more plainly for you....and also to prepare you. OK, you're going to be strapped to those beds for four hours, during which time you will cum many many times. If you pass out due to exhaustion or pleasure, you're finished. If you both last the four hours, whoever has cum the most is finished. So the only question you've got now is how are we going to make you cum ? Well I'll give you a start, and then you'll figure it out on your own." With that Mr Locksbridge again began to stroke both stretched pussies with her expert fingers. She had obviously done this many times, because despite their fear and humiliation, both Sam and Angela soon became very wet. Their hips begin to rock slightly under the restraints matching the fingers rhythm. Once Ms Locksbridge had them wet and horny, she felt for their clits through the fabric of the sodden panties. She again showed her experience and found them instantly. Two loud muffled moans could be heard as the girls groaned into their gags. The young secretary closed her eyes in obvious delight as she quickly frigged the girls to the edge of orgasm. Her nipples were clearly visible through her white blouse as she felt both pussies begin to twitch beneath her. She gave their clits several final hard grinds and watched as their bodies tightened completely, watching intently as they both came together. She loved this bit so much. As the girls moaned, groaned and squirmed their way through their first orgasm, Miss Locksbridge quickly removed both gags. The room filled quickly with the sound of subsiding orgasms as she rushed to the door. She pulled down an electronic board, exactly like a basketball scoreboard and started the clock counting down from four hours. Before leaving the room, she clicked a button on either side of the board and a big "1" appeared on each side. "When you're both past 10 the panties will come off if they're not already gone. This tribunal is in session!", Ms Locksbridge shouted before leaving the room and locking the door behind her. Both girls lay humiliated, wet with sweat and breathless. Just as they were recovering enough to think about what had been said (...cum many many times....you'll figure it out....both past 10...10?!.), they felt the tables jerk beneath them. The sound of motors could be heard, and the couches started to move. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----